Chapter 164
Lu Dun.
On the first day that Chen He returned home to draw the little figures, Chang Ting sat in the office, looking through the background check materials for this person that Zhou Zhengzheng had previously compiled.
Lu Dun, 55 years old, single, not well educated, opened a KTV in his early years and mingled with all kinds of people.
Twelve years ago, he suddenly registered the Xingchang Trading Company, took off his big gold chain, put on a suit, covered his tattooed arms, and transformed himself into the art industry.
They also rented an old Western-style building with expensive rent as their business premises.
Not long after the company was established, through some unknown means, he met the famous artist Zhu Zangmo, and the two sides reached a cooperation and quickly gained a foothold in the industry.
The economic investigation team did find problems when checking the accounts, such as falsifying the prices of paintings by apportioning the costs equally.
However, the total price matches the cash flow, and there is nothing wrong with the taxes.
For private enterprises, price confusion can be simply explained as irregular accounting practices. According to the Accounting Law, the company is generally ordered to rectify the problem within a specified period, and at most, fined. That's it.
Therefore, we cannot make a big fuss about this matter for the time being.
There was another suspicious point that attracted the attention of economic investigation personnel.
They found that although Xingchang Commercial Bank had considerable profits, there was not much balance in its account, most of which was used for investment.
Tracing the whereabouts of the funds, it was found that they flowed into several shell companies in the name of investment. This situation is suspected of fund transfer.
In other words, the money earned by Xingchang only passed through Lu Dun's hands once before it was gone.
Based on this speculation, Lu Dun may be just the nominal general manager of the company, and the actual controller is someone else.
The most likely one is Zhu Zangmo.
According to this logic, Zhu Zangmo sold his illegal paintings through trading companies and transferred the proceeds to shell companies under his control.
In this way, even if the company encounters problems in the future, Lu Dun will bear the legal responsibility. If the financial responsibility is investigated, the account will be empty.
As for why Lu Dun is willing to take the blame... as long as the price is high enough, the blame he can take is big enough.
Everyone thought this speculation was reasonable and that they had caught Zhu Zangmo's weakness.
But the results of the subsequent investigation were surprising.
There is no trace of Zhu Zangmo behind these shell companies, but there is a vague connection with Lu Dun.
In short, Xingchang Trading Company, which was under the name of Lu Dun, made huge profits by selling Zhu Zangmo's illegal paintings. The funds were transferred many times, from left hand to right hand, and finally flowed back to Lu Dun.
What is even more abnormal is that the price the company paid to Zhu Zangmo for the painting was far lower than the market price. It can be said that Zhu Zangmo suffered a loss.
It was originally thought that Zhu Zangmo was the actual controller of the business, and Lu Dun was just a pawn being used.
Now it seems that the opposite may be true.
Lu Dun is the real leader, while Zhu Zangmo is the one being used.
However, at this stage, if we question Lu Dun in person, it will not only be difficult to break through his psychological defenses, but it may also alert the enemy.
Chen He once speculated that there must be something wrong with the "landscape paintings" sold overseas.
The leaders of the bureau have begun contacting overseas buyers, but cross-border communication is difficult and takes time.
If Lu Dun realized that the police had set their sights on these paintings and informed overseas clients to transfer or destroy the paintings, it would be troublesome.
Only after the painting is recovered and evidence of the crime is found in it can a large-scale investigation be launched into the company and Lu Dun.
For now, they will keep Lu Dun under surveillance to avoid alerting the enemy - this was the delaying tactic that Chen He had agreed with the police before leaving.
Chang Ting also temporarily shelved the plan to detain and summon Zhu Zangmo and Fu Weiru, and instead deployed strict control to monitor the movements of the two.
With the police pressing on step by step these days, the other party will guess that they are being monitored and will not dare to act rashly.
If they really had the intention to frame Song Zhou, they would not dare to act rashly at this moment.
So the current situation is a stalemate.
But remaining in a stalemate is not a good idea.
Because Song Zhou is still imprisoned somewhere.
Today marks the fourth day of Song Zhou's disappearance. His location and situation remain unknown. If he were to face extreme conditions such as starvation and deprivation of food and water, his life would be in danger.
In this situation, the police are in a passive position. The other side can afford to waste time, but we cannot.
To break this deadlock.
Chen He's cartoons are sharp arrows that break the ice.
Chen He said that this time, she would paint in a more impactful way to intensify the other party's internal conflicts, making them suspicious of each other and fighting against each other.
Once the opponent's formation is disrupted, they will inevitably expose their flaws.
Only by seizing the flaw can we launch an offensive.
Afterwards, Chen He returned to his residence and worked desperately to finish the work.
A few hours later, while Chen He was painting, she suddenly got some inspiration and called Chang Ting to remind him to go and take a look at the small building.
Chang Ting instantly understood what she meant. The base building was like a prison, a perfect place to detain people.
Will Song Zhou be imprisoned there?
He took Zhang You and others and hurried to the Zangmo base in the suburbs.
It was dark when we arrived.
Five years later, the base compound remains.
The property rights to this place were still in Zhu Zangmo's name and had not been sold. A yard where a murder had occurred was not easy to sell.
The iron gate to the courtyard was symbolically locked, and a section of the wall beside it had collapsed, allowing one to enter directly through the gap.
There were pieces of snow on the ruins of the burned-down main building, and clumps of weeds rustled in the cold wind.
The small building on the west side is still there, hidden among the dead trees, like a dead tomb.
As I got closer, I saw that the old quartz sand walls were broken and peeling, and the red rusty security windows and doors were still sealed tightly.
Chang Ting came to the security door and his eyes fell on the keyhole, his heart tightening. There were traces of rust being worn away at the keyhole.
Someone opened the lock not long ago!
Chang Ting tried turning the handle, then shaking it. The security door was exceptionally thick and securely locked.
He leaned over the vertical lattice window on the door and looked inside. The hallway was dark and he could not see anything clearly.
Zhang You ran to the car to get the demolition tools, and when he ran back, his brother Chang had already found a way.
Chang Ting found a burglar-proof window at the back of the building that was extremely rusted and made a rattling noise when it was shaken.
He grabbed the iron bars and pulled hard! With such strength, he pulled the security window down completely.
Then he used a brick to break the glass inside and got in.
The night outside was torn down like a curtain, and the darkness inside the small building became even thicker.
Chang Ting took out a flashlight, and the beam of light dug a tunnel in the dim light.
The building was covered with dust and cobwebs.
From the hallway to the corridor, the dusty ground was covered with many clear footprints, which looked like they had been walked on for a short time. And it was clear that there were footprints from more than one person.
Chang Ting's heart tightened as he followed the footprints to the door of a room on the second floor. He stood in front of the paint-chipped door and pushed it open.
The smell of dust and stale smoke hit me in the face.
The flashlight's light swept across, and there was fine dust floating in the air, but there was no one inside.
There was only a table and a European-style white-painted wooden bed. The bedding had long been removed, leaving the bare wooden planks exposed.
When I moved the flashlight again, a ferocious face suddenly jumped into the aperture.
It turned out to be a foot-tall statue of a god, enshrined in a shrine.
There were many yellow talismans on the ground.
Chang Ting frowned. What kind of feudal superstition was Zhu Zangmo engaging in here?
After looking around and finding nothing, he turned around and walked out, the flashlight flashing across the wooden bed. He suddenly stopped in his tracks.
This is the second floor.
When Fu Weiru recounted what happened on the day Qiu Yue had the accident, she mentioned that she heard "quarrels" and "sounds of people falling" coming from the second floor.
What she said was of course a lie, but when people tell lies, they will include some irrelevant facts to make the lie seem more convincing.
For example, "Room on the second floor".
Chang Ting moved the aperture back to the wooden bed. Suddenly he understood where this room was.
This is where the girls were brutally murdered.
The statue, the yellow talisman on the ground...
It must be Zhu Zangmo, who has been suspicious recently, who thought that there were restless ghosts wandering here, so he asked someone to come to this house to perform some kind of ritual in an attempt to suppress or subdue "them".
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