Chapter 161 Clues

◎The math genius failed◎

Zhao Xiangwan gave this mysterious man a code name: Lead.

He was like the fuse that detonated explosives. It only took a spark to kill people in an instant.

According to Ji Zhao's speculation, the other party rented hotels, office buildings, and houses in order to observe the flow of people and build a relatively stable mathematical model. It should be a long-term rental or long-term residence type, at least a week before the incident, to maintain a stable observation time. Mathematical genius, good Mandarin, carrying a walkie-talkie, long-term rental of hotels or office buildings... All these factors combined, such a man should be able to be quickly picked out from the crowd.

Xu Songling organized people and began a carpet search for clues.

However, although it looks easy, it is actually time-consuming and laborious to operate.

Ji Zhao outlined three areas on the map, but in reality there was a six-story residential building, a seventeen-story office building, and a five-story small hotel.

All the hotel's street-facing rooms require real-name registration, and identities need to be verified one by one.

All the offices facing the street in the office building need to be visited and inquired one by one.

Residents living on the third floor and above of residential buildings also need to be surveyed one by one.

The workload was enormous, and the Municipal Bureau mobilized more than a dozen police officers to participate in the operation.

However, a week later, the person was still not found.

While waiting for the search results of Xu Songling, Zhao Xiangwan and his team members began to investigate the victim's social relationships.

If we can find the connection between these three victims and discover the source of the problem, the murderer will be exposed.

The first victim visited was Peng Qianze.

Peng Qianze, an inspection technician at the Food and Drug Administration, is 33 years old this year. He is introverted and dull. He has been working diligently for many years, but because of his low emotional intelligence and inability to deal with leaders, he has never been promoted even though he graduated from university.

Peng Qianze is married and has a five-year-old child in the last year of kindergarten. His wife, Yang Lifang, works in a primary school cafeteria.

Peng Qianze had been working in the company for many years, but he had never been allocated housing. This was partly because of the housing shortage and partly because he was too honest and had been replaced by others several times.

His wife Yang Lifang was not a formal employee of the primary school, but because of her gentle and simple personality and good interpersonal relationships, she was assigned a single dormitory in the primary school. The family of three lived in that 12 square meters. They cooked in the corridor, went to the public toilet, and took a bath at home using hot water.

Last year, the Municipal Food and Drug Administration built a housing unit for collective investment, and Peng Qianze was finally allocated a two-bedroom house. He was ecstatic. He scraped together more than 10,000 yuan and paid the money, expecting to get the new house by the end of this year. But he died tragically under the wheels of a car before he could enjoy the good life for a single day.

When Yang Lifang saw the police coming to her house, her eyes were red. She lowered her head for a long time before she said, "The truck driver paid 80,000 yuan in compensation and begged me to let him go and not let him go to jail. The driver said that a bunch of bamboo poles rolled down and blocked his vision, so he didn't see anyone on the ground at all. He knelt down in front of me while crying, saying that he had sold his house to make up the 80,000 yuan. I felt sorry for him, so I agreed not to pursue the matter any further."

[Maezawa sold his life for 80,000 yuan.]

[What should my son and I do in the future? ]

Eighty thousand yuan, is that a lot?

Peng Qianze currently works as a technician, and his monthly salary is about four to five hundred yuan. Without considering inflation or wage increases, 80,000 yuan is equivalent to Peng Qianze's income for thirteen years, which is not much. Yang Lifang and her son's future life cannot be fully guaranteed.

Zhu Feipeng felt sad when he heard this.

He is already a father, and his wife He Mingyu also has a public office. But if he really dies in the line of duty one day, it would be extremely difficult and arduous for his wife to raise their son alone, both financially and physically.

At this moment, Zhu Feipeng felt a strong sense of responsibility.

——The murderer must be found and compensated to the victim’s family!

Zhou Rulan asked, "Did Peng Qianze have any abnormal behavior before the car accident?"

Yang Lifang shook her head. "No, Maezawa goes to work and comes home every day to play with his son. He gets off work at 5:30 and gets home at 6:00. He is very punctual."

Zhou Rulan asked again: "Does he have any friends? Does he get together with his classmates on weekends? Has he come into contact with any special people, or done anything different from usual?"

Yang Lifang thought for a moment and said, "Although Qian Ze is from Xing City, he grew up in the countryside. Later, because of his good grades, he was admitted to Xing City No. 3 High School as a boarding student. He did have three high school classmates who he got along well with, and they are still in touch now."

Zhou Rulan asked, "Who were his high school classmates?"

Yang Lifang said: "There is a Huang who passed the college entrance examination and was admitted to the Medical College. Later he became a doctor. There is a Qi who was said to be a good writer and became a journalist. There is also a Gao who did not pass the college entrance examination, but his family is rich and he opened a supermarket. My son Maezawa is a dull person and doesn't like to talk. It's rare that the three of them don't mind. We always get together twice a year."

Zhao Xiangwan took out the photos of Huang Ju and Qi Wanjuan and placed them in front of Yang Lifang: "Are they them?"

Yang Lifang looked carefully and exclaimed, "Ah!" and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, it's them."

Since Peng Qianze passed away, Yang Lifang has been immersed in grief and had no idea that Huang Ju and Qi Wanjuan had also been in accidents. She realized it later and became nervous: "Why do you... have their photos? Why did you come to my house to question me? Did my Qianze break the law?"

Zhao Xiangwan did not answer her question, but asked: "When was the last time the four of them got together?"

Yang Lifang answered without hesitation: "July 7th. They say that July 7th is the first day of the college entrance examination and the day that changes their destiny, so they gather on July 7th every year."

Zhao Xiangwan thought quickly in his mind.

July gathering.

In August, Peng Qianze died.

In September, Huang Ju passed away.

In October, Qi Wanjuan had an accident.

The three of them are all 33 years old this year. They took the college entrance examination in 1981 and were very close high school classmates. After a party, they had traffic accidents one after another. What a coincidence!

Who would believe that there is no connection between this series of reactions?

As long as we find the incident that caused the accident, we can find out the mastermind behind the murder.

Zhao Xiangwan asked: "Do you know the name, phone number, and location of the classmate named Gao who runs the supermarket?"

Yang Lifang found a palm-sized green-covered phone book from Peng Qianze's belongings and pointed to a name at the front: "Look, that's him. I don't know where the supermarket is."

Goldman Sachs, Tel: XXXXXXX.

Zhao Xiangwan stood up and stretched out his hand to shake hers: "Thank you for the information."

Yang Lifang shook hands with Zhao Xiangwan in bewilderment and asked again: "Did Qian Ze commit a crime? He is a good man, don't wrongly accuse him."

Zhao Xiangwan shook his head: "Don't worry, Peng Qianze has not committed any crime. It's just that there is a case involving him and we need to investigate it."

The matter has not been clarified yet, and Zhao Xiangwan does not want to increase the psychological pressure on the victim's family. Let them regard it as a traffic accident, slowly calm down, and start a new life.

After leaving Peng Qianze's house, Zhao Xiangwan turned around and saw Yang Lifang leaning against the door, watching them leave.

Behind her was a crowded little house, a room filled with children's belongings, and a black-and-white portrait of her deceased son on a cabinet.

Zhao Xiangwan felt a little heavy in his heart.

After a murderer kills a person, does he feel smug that he has done everything right?

However, behind a life is hopeless separation, the tears of loved ones, painful days and nights, and a helpless future.

Zhao Xiangwan called Gao Shengqiang.

“Beep…beep…”

Someone answered the phone: "Hello, this is Jinsheng Supermarket, who are you?"

There was a clear female voice on the other end of the phone.

Zhao Xiangwan said, "Hello, is Mr. Qiang from Goldman Sachs here?"

The female voice was very polite: "Yes, please wait a moment."

There was a slight click, and the person on the other end had apparently put the receiver aside. One could faintly hear someone talking over there.

Zhao Xiangwan put his ear close to the phone and listened carefully.

"Where's the manager? Someone's looking for him."

"I went to the door to watch the unloading."

"good."

"Manager Gao—"

"ah……"

"What's going on!"

“Hurry up, hurry up——”

…

After a while of noise, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps.

No one even remembered that the call was still going on.

Zhao Xiangwan hung up the phone immediately and checked the registration information of this phone.

"No. 126 Hongyun Road, Jinsheng Supermarket, hurry!"

Zhu Feipeng drove the car very fast.

Ji Zhao's face turned a little pale and he patted Zhu Feipeng on the shoulder.

Zhu Feipeng turned around and took a quick look at Ji Zhao. He understood immediately and slowed down the car, which became much more stable.

Zhao Xiangwan was about to speak, but Ji Zhao stretched out a finger and put it to his lips, making a gesture to keep quiet.

【Don't worry. 】

[If something has happened to Goldman Sachs, it would be useless for us to rush there.]

[The unexpected lead was designed to evacuate immediately, so we couldn't catch him even if we sped over. 】

Ji Zhao's eyes were full of concern and worry.

Zhao Xiangwan placed his left hand on his lower abdomen and nodded: "Okay, no rush."

Haste leads to change.

More haste, less speed.

At this moment, the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light.

Be sure to stay calm.

Sitting in the car, Ji Zhao held Zhao Xiangwan's hand tightly, and they both looked out the window.

In the golden autumn of October, the city is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.

In the rapidly developing city, high-rise buildings stand one after another, with wide roads, beautiful signs, and spirited young people. This is a vibrant world.

In such a beautiful world, why does evil exist?

Goldman Sachs’ strength is an important clue.

As long as he is found, we will know the reason why someone deliberately wanted to kill Peng Qianze, Huang Ju, and Qi Wanjuan. Moreover, they also wanted to kill them quietly by creating a traffic accident so that no one would suspect anything.

If something happens to Goldman Sachs, this clue will be broken.

Twenty minutes later, Zhao Xiangwan arrived at Hongyun Road.

There was a large crowd of people gathered at the entrance of a medium-sized supermarket.

Zhu Feipeng walked over first and pushed through the crowd: "I'm a policeman! What happened?"

There was a car lying across the steps at the supermarket entrance.

The car crashed into the supermarket door and was stuck in the door frame. The front of the car was deformed, and the door glass and goods were scattered all over the ground, creating a mess.

The car door was deformed, the driver's head was drooping on the steering wheel, and his head and face were covered in blood.

A man covered in blood was lying on the ground. He held a towel against his forehead with one hand and covered his chest with the other. There was a large dent in his chest. He was gasping for breath and the life force was slowly fading away.

The ambulance arrived and the doctor carried the man into the car on a stretcher.

A police car also rushed over, broke down the car door, and lifted the driver into the ambulance.

A young woman was sweating anxiously and kept asking, "Doctor, is he okay? Is he going to be okay?" The voice was the same woman who had just answered the phone.

It’s over, it’s too late!

Zhao Xiangwan was shocked.

The other party had already taken action, causing a car accident to cause Goldman Sachs to have an accident.

Zhu Feipeng rushed over and shouted to the injured lying on the stretcher: "Is Goldman Sachs stronger?"

A weak voice came from the corner: "Um, I am." The voice paused for a moment, "I am Gao Shengqiang."

Zhu Feipeng, Zhao Xiangwan, Ji Zhao, and Zhou Rulan quickly turned their heads and looked at the person who was speaking.

A pale-faced man squatted next to a pile of scattered cargo boxes, holding a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, but he didn't light it and his hands were shaking.

Goldman Sachs is fine!

This math genius actually failed.