Chapter 152
Zhu Zangmo stared at the direction of the palace gate with his eyes wide open, muttering to himself as if he was talking to an invisible person.
The coldness climbs to the bones.
Zheng Cai swallowed his saliva: "Brother...are you still determined..."
Gao Ying muttered: "Prosperous, strong, democratic, civilized and harmonious..."
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The palace door suddenly shook, as if some force was beating against it from outside!
Zhu Zangmo screamed in fear and struggled violently!
The two policemen were also startled by the sudden knock on the door, and he broke free before they were prepared.
Zhu Zangmo turned and ran, howling heartbreakingly: "Buddha, save me..."
"Bang!"
He bumped headfirst into the huge lotus seat.
Zhu Zangmo rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.
Two policemen rushed forward. "Oh no! I hope he's not dead!" "He's still breathing, he's still breathing..."
At this time, the door of the hall creaked and moved open a gap.
The two turned back in horror. A cold wind blew in through the crack in the door, and the prayer flags in the hall fluttered like ghostly figures.
A bald head poked in from the crack of the door.
"Amitabha. I heard the commotion and came to see what's going on. Police benefactor, what's going on? Oh, benefactor Zhu, what's wrong?"
It turned out that the person who knocked on the door just now was the abbot of the temple.
The two policemen were speechless.
At this moment, there was a loud snap, and the wind blew down the phone holder, and the phone fell to the ground.
On Chen He's flat-screen, the camera cuts out the busy people in the hall, and the shooting angle is from bottom to top, framing only the Buddha statue in the picture.
The violently swaying light and shadow of the eternal lamp make the expression of the Buddha statue appear particularly vivid.
The curve of his mouth carried a solemn judgment, and his compassionate face had a bit of Vajra's wrath as he glared at the ugly person at his feet.
"Zhu Zangmo, you have done so many bad things that even Buddha will not save you." Chen He stared at the Buddha statue on the screen and said in a low voice.
However, she was also surprised that things turned out like this.
When Zhu Zangmo began to slander Qiu Yue, she became furious and turned on the microphone.
Then he just sneered and asked:
"Principal Zhu, does your arm still hurt?"
Seeing that Zhu Zangmo was looking around, as if he couldn't find the source of the sound, he spoke again to give directions:
"Principal Zhu, are you looking for me?"
Her original intention was not to pretend to be a ghost to scare Zhu Zangmo, after all, it was a formal inquiry occasion.
I just wanted to confront Zhu Zangmo about the details of Qiu Yue's murder.
But obviously, Zhu Zangmo misunderstood it as Qiu Yue's spirit appearing, and was frightened to death.
Chen He felt very sorry. Before she could even ask Song Zhou about it, he went crazy.
She was even more frustrated that she couldn't get any clue about Song Zhou's whereabouts.
When I scared Fu Weiru before, she didn't even go crazy. Zhu Zangmo is such a loser.
But...how could he be so cowardly? Something's wrong.
Chen He frowned, a little confused.
It was already very late at night. Zhou Zhengzheng ended the online conference and the image of the hall disappeared.
After a while, Zhou Zhengzheng called and said, "Zhu Zangmo has woken up, and his colleagues said he's fine.
"However, he was injured during the interrogation, so the police will definitely be held responsible, which is a bit troublesome. But it's okay, we can handle it.
"I've asked the traffic control department, and they're sure the highway will be open tomorrow. The work over at Lanzhou is almost done, and most of our colleagues are going back. Do you...want to go back to Qi'an with us?"
Zhou Zhengzheng asked cautiously.
Chen He didn't think twice and replied, "Okay."
Song Zhou was probably taken back to Qi'an by the black Volkswagen. She was already eager to go home, and even if she couldn't find him for the time being, she wanted to be closer to him.
After hanging up the phone, Chen He sat there for a long time without moving.
She lost Song Zhou in Lanzhou and had to go home alone.
He slowly climbed onto the bed and curled up into a ball.
The silence in the room enveloped him like resin freezing a flying insect.
So lonely, so quiet as death.
*
The next day, Chen He returned to Qi'an in a police car and returned to his empty home.
Zhou Zhengzheng told her to wait for news and not to go out casually, as there would be police officers secretly protecting her.
Chen He stayed at home, and each day felt like a year.
Another day passed, and it was already the last day of November.
Early in the morning, Chen He couldn't wait any longer and couldn't help but want to make a phone call to ask about the situation, but Zhou Zhengzheng called first.
"Would it be convenient for you to come to the bureau?"
Chen He's heart suddenly jumped: "Is there any news about Song Zhou?"
Zhou Zhengzheng quickly said, "Not yet."
Chen He's heart sank again.
Zhou Zhengzheng said apologetically, “We are using all possible means to track down Song Zhou’s whereabouts.
"But so far, the Volkswagen has not been found. The social connections of Zhu Zangmo and his wife are also being investigated, but no one suspected to be Miss Cotton Coat has been found so far."
Zhou Zhengzheng added in vain, "Don't worry, there will be news."
Chen He closed his eyes, suppressing the anxiety in his chest: "I understand."
Zhou Zhengzheng paused and said, "There are some things I need your help with. I'll ask my colleague who's waiting outside your house to drive you over."
Half an hour later, Chen He met Zhou Zhengzheng in a conference room.
On the long table were piles of documents and account books, stacked like a mountain.
The police were busy in front of several computers.
Zhou Zhengzheng raised his head from the pile of materials, saw her, and stood up to greet her: "Chen He!"
Chen He looked around the scene and asked, "What's going on?"
"These are all from the Xingchang Commercial Bank. Our Criminal Investigation Team is working with the Economic Investigation Team to check their accounts!"
"So many account books?" Chen He was a little surprised.
Zhou Zhengzheng patted a stack of account books, "Xingchang has great power. They have been trying every possible way to prevent the investigation of the company itself, claiming that Xing Yao's crime was a personal act.
"Our Director Xiao made great efforts to apply for the investigation authority. The company has been established for ten years, and all its financial information has been seized."
Zhou Zhengzheng dragged over a chair and asked her to sit down, then placed a thick stack of materials in front of her.
"This is the information we found about Zhu Zangmo's paintings that the company has been selling over the years. We don't understand painting, so could you help us take a look and see if there are any problems?"
Chen He was flipping through it.
Artworks such as famous oil paintings, especially those sold overseas, are not easy to sell.
It has to go through layers of approval, such as the cultural department or customs.
These materials are the approval documents for the export of Zhu Zangmo's paintings. Attached to the materials are drawings of the works.
There are more than twenty paintings in total, including landscapes, still lifes, and figures.
"It doesn't seem like there's anything abnormal..." Chen He said as he flipped through the pages.
Suddenly, the movement stopped and stopped at one of the pages.
Printed on the paper was a palm-sized image of a landscape painting.
The painting skills are certainly good. Even though Chen He can't see the colors, he can tell that it is an oil painting of quite high quality.
She is very familiar with Zhu Zangmo's painting style and can recognize that it is his own painting.
But... she stared at the materials for a long time without moving.
Zhou Zhengzheng noticed it, leaned over and asked, "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
Chen He pulled out the page and slowly raised it. "Does this scenery look familiar to you?"
Zhou Zhengzheng looked at it for a while, then his expression changed: "It seems to be... the North Foothills Valley!"
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