Chapter 67 Li Ao
Li Ao suspected that he had neurasthenia.
He has been suffering from headaches more and more since some time ago.
"Look, look. It's not even 12 hours since the incident happened, and the victim's family's information has been exposed. Tell the Internet police to delete it quickly." Li Ao rubbed his dark-rimmed eyes and poured more boiling water into the teacup.
Xiao Zhang clutched his empty iced American takeout cup, listlessly exhausted. "Wu Long's death is truly remarkable. News of that livestream has gone viral."
She hardly dared to blink, fearing she would fall asleep as soon as her eyelids closed. She turned to Li Ao and said, "Captain Li, is this really something we can solve..."
Li Ao was furious: "What nonsense! If we don't solve the problem ourselves, are we going to let the people solve it themselves?"
Xiao Zhang was unhappy and curled his lips. "What are you thinking? I mean, it's been six years since the strange invasion. Isn't there an agency specifically responsible for investigating this? If it's not us, then it must be someone else."
She glanced at an empty table in the corner of the office, where a single soy milk bun sat, a breakfast reserved for Wen Chong, who had gone to the scene late at night and still hadn't returned.
Li Ao fell silent. The information Wen Chong showed him yesterday had completely changed his worldview. In principle, this matter should not be known to the young police officers, but Li Ao knew that the truth would come out sooner or later, and the top students he brought out were not stupid.
Not only are they not stupid, they are also as clever as cats catching mice.
Old Wei came in from outside, half a steamed bun in his mouth. "They say the network can't find the IP of the person doing the livestream. He's disappeared in the vast sea of people. I think by the time they find him, he'll have been separated from his equipment. There's no telling where the equipment will have sunk."
Seeing Li Ao's increasingly gloomy expression, Lao Wei consoled him, "But now we can be sure that the man is in Lucheng."
Li Ao became even more depressed. "Do you know how much blood would be shed if every resident of Lucheng shed a drop of blood?"
Lao Wei shuddered: "Why are you doing such a perverted thing?"
Li Ao raged again. "Disgusting, isn't it? Horrifying, isn't it? If you don't want to see innocent people bleed, then check immediately! Start with the surveillance footage around Deshi Hospital. Sieve every car, every person who stops by, until not even a flea can hide in a strand of hair."
Li Ao was actually relying on his intuition, hunch that the person doing the livestream would be near Deshi Hospital that night. He thought, let's say, let's say this was related to something strange. After the strange thing had tormented Wu Long's body, it would have to leave, right? Would it have to walk out?
There was also the miniature camera with a bird's-eye view. Deshi Hospital had never handed over the camera. After the incident, when they left the operating room and returned, the ventilation vent corresponding to the camera was empty and had been taken away.
But through the analysis of the live broadcast footage, the camera used a wireless network signal transmission, and this frequency signal has a distance requirement, so the live broadcast device terminal that night must have been not far from the hospital!
Li Ao calmed down, drank a sip of tea, and was severely burned on the lips again. The pain instantly connected the little spark in his brain.
Wu Long was murdered, and Deshi is a strong suspect. Since the live streamer exposed Deshi, it means that he is on the opposite side of the suspect. Although he does not know good or evil, he must know more information.
He had to talk to that guy.
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Tu Lanxun sent a message to Tang Weining in advance, vaguely revealing to him the future situation of Bai Chao and Bai Xiaoju.
Let him choose whether to come or not.
Convenience store deliveries are only made two or three times a week, which is very leisurely. It’s not that Tu Lanxun can’t pay the wages, and even Tang Weining himself doesn’t need that little money, but who would be willing to come and poke his heart regularly every week?
But some people are addicted to it.
Tang Weining is one of them.
He quickly replied, stating that he would start work on time. At the end of the letter, Tang Weining added, "It's not just to be closer to them, but... I also hope to have a sense of belonging."
There is no doubt that Tu Lanxun and N, who had a thrilling experience of getting along for less than a week, have become the people most related to Tang Weining in this city.
When Tang Weining arrived at the shop, Bai Chao, who had already received the news, had gone home. Bai Xiaoju was left behind and didn't dare to recognize Tang Weining for a long time. Even Tu Lanxun was startled.
Tang Weining has lost a lot of weight. He used to be a handsome and fair-skinned man, but now he has become two shades darker and his skin is dull. He is so thin that it seems like his cheekbones are cutting his skin from the inside. He looks listless and it is obvious that he has just recovered from a serious illness.
But the elegance in his gestures and movements will not disappear for a while.
He smiled sheepishly at Tu Lanxun and said, "Young Boss, long time no see."
It was raining outside when he arrived. He listened to Tu Lanxun and parked the car farther away. He didn't say that he didn't bring an umbrella, so he walked in the rain all the way. His white shirt stuck to his chest, and there was a long, raised scar on his shriveled belly, as if some monster had burst out of it.
The hypertrophic scar was faintly visible through the wet clothes, and it was the only fleshy part on the body, which was shocking to see.
Tu Lanxun gave him a piece of clothing that was too big for him, and it actually fit him quite well.
Bai Xiaoju handed over the towel and smiled cheerfully: "Dad~"
Tang Weining lowered his eyes and looked at Bai Xiaoju several times. His hand paused in mid-air for a long time, and in the end, it did not fall on Bai Xiaoju's head. He just smiled faintly and said, "Yeah."
Tu Lanxun quickly negotiated a salary with Tang Weining, pricing it according to the general market conditions for full-time logistics workers, but Tang Weining only needed to help deliver goods to the convenience store, on the condition that he tried not to return to the city on a regular basis.
Tang Weining found an empty house near a convenience store. He has the money to rent or buy it, but it is not convenient to give it to the real estate developer now.
Tang Weining refused to rest for a moment, as if something would catch him if he rested. He took the car keys and went to test drive the small truck that Tu Lanxun bought.
Tu Lanxun looked at the pair of dusty white cotton gloves tucked behind Tang Weining's belt, and his always sad expression, and couldn't help but think of the time when the students in the experimental building of Lunong University respectfully called him Teacher Tang.
Bai Xiaoju followed Tang Weining out to watch the fun. Tang Weining took the umbrella painted with blue Xun and subconsciously wanted to hold it for her, but then he remembered that Bai Xiaoju was no longer afraid of getting wet in the rain, but the umbrella still tilted a lot towards Bai Xiaoju.
Tu Lanxun lowered his head to check the accounts. There were few ghost visitors on rainy days. Except for ghosts like N who were said to have died in the rain, other ghosts didn't like to get wet in the rain. They always felt that their lives would be more miserable if they became ghosts.
"Knock knock knock." There was a knock on the glass door of the store.
Tu Lanxun thought that Tang Weining was too polite, so he looked up, but it was not Tang Weining who had returned. Instead, a middle-aged man in a police uniform was standing outside the door. He was of medium height, with broad and strong shoulders, and was looking inside through a curtain of rain and mist.
Tu Lanxun felt a chill on her back. The man was not a ghost and was even smiling at her.
She stood up, and the male policeman pushed the door open and walked in slowly. He turned around and shook the rain off his umbrella before closing the door and leaving the umbrella at the door.
Tu Lanxun recognized him as the one called Captain Li.
The man flashed his ID and said in a friendly but intimidating voice, "Hello, I'm Li Ao, Captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Lucheng South Branch."
Tu Lanxun: "Hello, Officer Li, my name is Tu Lanxun."
There is no further explanation. Since Li Ao was able to find out this much, it means that he knows almost everything else about her.
The two sat down and two cups of hot tea were placed on the cashier's counter. When the tea bags emitted a faint warm color in the glass, Tu Lanxun suddenly realized that she was the only living person here, and the computer ghost and the others could not come out. It was really a bit unusual for her to get used to it.
No, there's more than just her and Officer Li here.
And there is Tang Weining!
She was the person involved in the internet celebrity dismemberment case. If Li Ao saw that Tang Weining had a close relationship with her, it would probably arouse suspicion.
Just as Tu Lanxun was looking for an opportunity to send a message to Tang Weining, asking him not to come back for the time being, Li Ao took off his hat, put it on his knees with a slight smile, and said, "I saw Mr. Tang from Lu Agricultural University when I parked the car just now. He must be working for you now."
He seemed to be chatting intentionally or unintentionally, but his eyes were fixed on Tu Lanxun, not missing any of her reactions.
Tu Lanxun thought to himself: It's over.
It's all known.
At this point, Tu Lanxun no longer tried to hide the truth and said, "Yes, Mr. Tang is now working as a logistics specialist at the 24-hour Sunshine Convenience Store."
Li Ao smiled and said, "You two knew each other before? How did you meet?"
Tu Lanxun took a deep breath and recounted her entire story of acquaintance with Tang Weining. Her initial reason was that she had seen a video of Tang Weining commemorating his deceased wife, so she felt he looked familiar. Later, while having dinner, she ran into Tang Pengan following Tang Guangming with a knife. She mistakenly thought it was Tang Weining, so she started an investigation.
She took a sip of tea, disguising the nonexistent awkwardness in her expression, and said frankly, "I was too reckless to get involved in their case without permission. I didn't expect Tang Pengan to have done such a terrible thing at first."
Li Ao looked at Tu Lanxun with a half-smile in his eyes, but he didn't point out any mistakes. Then he said, "That letter of accusation against Bai Chao, was it you who directed it, right?"
So scary.
This can be understood as Tu Lanxun forging Bai Chao's handwriting to write the letter, or it can be understood as Tu Lanxun instructing Bai Chao to write the letter.
The former is easy to deal with. At most, Tu Lanxun can temporarily play the role of one of the top ten archers in the city - she is very good at archery, a skill she has mastered since childhood.
Tu Lanxun didn't want to think about the latter, which meant that almost all her past had been uncovered.
Tu Lanxun remained silent, and Li Ao didn't press the issue. The two of them drank tea quietly for a while, savoring the thirty-yuan box of tea bags with gusto. Then Li Ao asked, "Is there anything you'd like to tell me about Deshi Hospital?"
There was a five-second silence.
A trace of annoyance flashed across Li Ao's face, but he immediately tried to soften it, revealing a gentle expression that was somewhat difficult for him. He said, "Please relax, relax. This isn't a formal inquiry. The case is complicated and confusing right now, and I'd like to ask Boss Tu if you can let go of your guard and fully cooperate with the police..."
Tu Lanxun changed the direction of his crossed legs and accidentally kicked something soft under the counter.
She glanced down and saw the computer ghost squatting under the cash register, with a dazed look on her face.
Li Ao's eyes followed Tu Lanxun's sharp movements and he also looked over there, his eyes slightly narrowed: "What's going on there?"
The computer ghost's feet might have been sore from squatting, so she couldn't help but change her feet, and her head rose and fell.
The blue-painted xun hairs are all blown up.
Depend on.
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