Chapter 149
Chang Ting knocked on the railings in annoyance and said to Zhou Zhengzheng, "Use the social relationship between Zhu Zangmo and Fu Weiru to investigate this cotton-padded girl.
"Okay, Master." Zhou Zhengzheng wrote it down as ordered, then closed the notebook, raised it high, and patted it with Chang Ting's paw.
Chang Ting had no choice but to stop hammering, and used his other hand to pull at her hair, and continued to arrange:
"Anyone who has close contact with a couple should be investigated, especially the women."
"Okay. Let's do it tomorrow." Zhou Zhengzheng unfolded his notebook and continued to write.
Chang Ting turned back to his phone, "Chen He, you don't have to worry too much. They kidnapped Song Zhou without asking for a ransom or anything. They just wanted to use him to achieve some purpose.
"Before that, it won't kill him. He's not in danger for now.
"It's just that I really can't figure out what the other party's purpose is.
"Teacher Chen, please activate your special ability of divergent thinking. Can you come up with something?"
Chen He was also thinking hard.
Her brain, which had always been amazing, was now like a mess, like a wall-breaking grinder.
I overused my brain and felt dizzy, as if I had fallen from a great height.
She quickly closed her eyes to recover from the dizziness and said, "I don't think..."
He stopped talking halfway.
Feeling of falling.
She suddenly remembered the nightmare she had when she fell asleep, in which a row of people fell off a cliff one after another.
Chang Ting heard the difference in her tone and immediately perked up: "What? Did you think of anything?"
"Cliff." Chen He spat out two words.
Chang Ting: "Ah?"
"Push it down." Chen He blurted out three more words.
Chang Ting: "What?"
"One pushes the other."
Chang Ting was a little scared: "Teacher Chen, you'd better not think about it..."
"Put the blame on others!" Chen He suddenly raised his voice.
Chang Ting gasped and said to Zhou Zhengzheng, "Call Zhang You and ask him to accompany Chen He to the psychiatric department..."
"I'm not crazy." Chen He opened his eyes and suddenly sat up, his eyes blazing. "They kidnapped Song Zhou to frame him!"
Whatever you think about during the day, you dream about at night.
When Chen He was awake, he was trying to sort out all the information and guess the reason for Song Zhou's disappearance.
After falling asleep, the overly nervous brain did not stop working and gave the answer:
Putting the blame on others to escape punishment is a common tactic used by Zhu Zangmo and his gang.
The scene of "one pushing another" in the dream actually reflects the repeated silencing incidents committed by the murderers since the Qiu Yue case in order to shift the blame to others.
The most recent incident was when Xing Yao was killed in a bombing, and many clues were destroyed.
Fu Weiru then appeared on the scene and blamed everything in the past on Xing Yao.
This is a good move.
Because the crimes of Zhu Zangmo and Fu Weiru currently only exist on Qiu Yue’s Weibo.
Weibo can hardly be used as valid evidence.
Apart from this, the police did not obtain any solid evidence to prove the couple's guilt.
The investigation into the case is very likely to stop here, and Xing Yao will have to take the blame.
But they kidnapped Song Zhou again.
This shows that the matter is not over yet. There is still a crime that needs to be blamed by someone.
The scapegoat they chose was Song Zhou.
Chen He expressed the above views on the phone.
The more Chang Ting listened, the more troubled he became. He was as irritable as if he had ADHD. He slapped the iron ring of the handcuffs on the headboard, which was very uncivilized.
Fortunately, it was a small rural hospital, and he was the only inpatient on the entire floor.
"Don't tell me, don't tell me." He asked while making some noise, "But what blame do they want Song Zhou to take?"
"I haven't figured it out yet." Chen He said, "Perhaps they have committed other crimes that we don't know about."
Chang Ting hummed, "At least, Zhu Zangmo is still sealed in the temple. This heavy snow is good, and it is difficult for villains in the open and in the dark to unfold their maps."
Chen He said worriedly, "Won't the decent people also have a hard time?"
"That may not be the case. We can open the map!"
Chang Ting spoke with renewed energy, "There's no time to lose. We can take him by surprise and launch an online inquiry into Zhu Zangmo overnight..."
Zhou Zhengzheng's serious voice cut into the call: "No! Are you trying to kill yourself?"
Chang Ting argued, "We can't let this happen overnight. We have to catch him off guard."
"Not approved!" Zhou Zhengzheng said decisively.
...The result was that Chang Ting was handcuffed and forced to rest.
That night, Zhou Zhengzheng borrowed the hospital's conference room and hosted an online inquiry into Zhu Zangmo.
This was a very special inquiry. At the two ends of the network, one was a deserted conference room in a hospital, and the other was a solemn Buddhist temple in a temple.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening when the inquiry began.
Zhou Zhengzheng sat at one end of the long conference table, looking at the images projected on the screen.
That is the largest Buddhist temple in the temple. We chose this place because the internet speed here is good.
In order to cater to the needs of tourists, the temple only installs better network equipment in the main hall, which can support smooth signals for online conferences.
In the Buddhist temple, a mobile phone holder is placed near the entrance of the hall, facing the Buddha statue, so that everyone present can be included in the picture.
A pair of hands were installing the mobile phone on the bracket and adjusting the shooting angle.
When the image first came out, the huge face of the Buddha statue was captured first.
Then the camera moved down and Zhu Zangmo's figure appeared in the picture.
He was wearing a Chinese cotton coat and sitting on an old-fashioned armchair. The eternal lamp on the altar made his face flicker.
This unintentional camera movement seems to follow the Buddha's line of sight, looking down at a ghost curled up at his feet.
The camera angle was adjusted, and on the conference room screen, the hall was empty, and the faint sound of wind came into the microphone.
It must be very cold in the hall.
One can imagine that at this time, the mountains outside are covered with thick white, the ancient temples in the mountains are isolated from the world, and the ancient eaves are swept by the howling cold wind.
Zhu Zangmo leaned forward with his shoulders and back, his elbows resting on the armrests, the Buddhist beads with a large pendant hanging on his right hand, his fingers bluish-white.
I don’t know if it was because of the cold or fatigue, but his face looked very haggard, his once well-maintained skin had become much looser, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
It seems that I haven't been able to rest well in the quiet temple recently.
Two policemen sat opposite each other, an old, long desk in front of them. Gao Ying was in charge of the questioning, while Zheng Cai was in charge of taking notes.
Gao Ying first explained the situation to Zhu Zangmo: "Due to the special circumstances, this inquiry will be conducted in the form of an online conference.
"We had a colleague from out of town and a professional consultant participating remotely, and the entire process was recorded and videotaped to ensure the legality and fairness of the procedure."
A trace of vigilance crossed Zhu Zangmo's face. "What professional consultant?"
"I'm sorry, the consultant's identity needs to be kept confidential," Gao Ying replied.
After hearing this, Zhu Zangmo glanced at the mobile phone on the stand not far away.
The phone screen displayed the online conference interface, showing that two other people were online, but neither of them turned on the camera to show their faces.
It was like two people were staring at him in the dark, but he couldn't see each other's faces clearly.
This feeling made him very uncomfortable.
At the same time, in Lan Zhou's hotel room, Chen He was sitting at the desk with a cup of hot tea, looking at the tablet computer on the table.
What appeared on the screen was the inquiry scene in the Buddhist temple.
Chen He is one of the participants, a "professional consultant" who never shows his face.
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