disappearing gold

Chapter 3 Large Debt
  "What?" The two detectives were extremely surprised.

"Who was he collecting debt from? When did it happen?"

"It's been several years, and the debt seems to be quite large. I asked him quietly, but he didn't say anything," Mr. Zhang said.

"Does Huang Min know?"

"I am not sure."

Lao Sun thought of the material dealer contact person on the phone, "Is it some kind of material?"

"Yes, yes, it seems that it has been mentioned before. I can't hear the details clearly, my ears are not working well."

Xiao Cao suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhang, when will your son and daughter-in-law go out? Did you mention anything about money?"

He thought of the gold bar at the crime scene that had no symbols or markings, or writing. Is there only one gold nugget, or is it one of the gold bars left behind by the murderer?
  Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "It seems to be March 3st. I really didn't hear it."

"So, what about the day before departure?" Xiao Cao asked.

Mr. Zhang opened his confused eyes and fell into deep thought. This old man has a very high hairline, and only the back half of his head has hair.

Not long after, he suddenly said: "I remembered. The night before departure, I went to the West Courtyard to look for Zhang Zhen. I shouted at the door for a long time, but I didn't hear his response. There was no movement in the West Courtyard for a long time, but I clearly heard The voice of my son’s return.”

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhang's eyes flashed with a strange light.

Xiao Cao became energetic and listened slightly, remembering useful clues at any time.

When the atmosphere became tense, Zhang Laocai said: "So I called Huang Min, but she didn't respond. I hurried in to look for her, but I heard it in front of the bedroom door."

"What did you hear?" Lao Sun said.

"I heard Zhang Zhen talking about going on a trip and saying that he was really going to get rich this time. I wanted to continue listening, but the topic stopped in time." Mr. Zhang looked annoyed when he said this.

Lao Sun heard it and said, "Why do you want to make a fortune? Why did you stop?"

"It's not my old cow shoes that stepped on the branch that fell in front of the door." Lao Zhang's tone was rather regretful.

"Ah? What happened next?"

"Later I asked, and Zhang Zhen kept saying that I heard wrongly. I really don't understand why he hid it from me." Zhang Lao replied.

"So a long time ago, they never told you about the topic and content of getting rich?" Lao Sun asked.

"No. Since my son refused to listen to dissuasion and wanted to marry Huang Min, I can't control him anymore. In addition, he is busy with work and rarely comes home. We don't speak more than ten sentences a month." Mr. Zhang said frustratedly.

Lao Sun and Xiao Cao looked at each other, how vigilant the young couple were against Mr. Zhang! It seems that this trip was like a cover to deceive Mr. Zhang, but it might be to make some windfall!

"Then do they usually mention any new phrases or special things?"

"Not in my impression." Mr. Zhang said disapprovingly.

"Is it possible that your son and daughter-in-law have found a way to make a fortune outside?"

"Where?" The old man stared.

At this time, Lao Sun asked tentatively: "For example, what kind of mountains or waters."

"Never heard of it," he said.

"and after?"

"Later I obviously saw them going out together, but after Zhang Zhen left for a while, I found Huang Min sneaking out of the house." Mr. Zhang still felt strange when he recalled this incident.

But Lao Sun felt that the old man was old and was deaf and blind. It is normal to misunderstand and misunderstand.

When saying goodbye, Xiao Cao said: "Thank you. If I have any questions, I may come to ask you next time. I hope you have nothing urgent to do and don't leave the suburbs in the short term."

The old man quickly agreed and sent him and Lao Sun out.

Back at the bureau, Lao Sun ordered Zhu Lan, who had returned from the scene, to visit Zhang Zhen's workers.

Then she found Zhang Zhen's mobile phone and visited the building material suppliers separately. The person who called Zhang Zhen at 3pm on March 8th was the wall paint supplier.

Lao Sun asked him: "It's eight o'clock in the evening on March 3th. Where are you?" "I'm at home."

"Can anyone vouch for you?"

"Yes, my wife can."

Have you called Zhang Zhen? asked Lao Sun.

"Yes, I planned to collect the debt, but this guy didn't answer the phone. I was almost furious and was in a hurry for money," the paint dealer said.

Lao Sun was silent.

He felt very strange, "Could something happen to Zhang Zhen? He hasn't paid back the money he owes."

Lao Sun had no choice but to tell the truth.

Zhang Zhen owed him 200,000 yuan for wall paint. It was said that something happened to the commercial building he contracted. The paint dealer was cursing like an angry lion.

Immediately afterwards, Lao Sun visited other material suppliers. Ceramic tile and floor suppliers, water pipe suppliers, wire and cable suppliers, cement suppliers, sand and gravel suppliers, etc. were all Zhang Zhen's creditors. After all, Zhang Zhen owed them at least 480 million yuan in total.

The eight commercial buildings contracted by Zhang Zhen were owned by Good Home Real Estate. However, the real estate developer went bankrupt around 8, and only half of the houses in that area were sold at that time.

Lao Sun was speechless.

These material dealers all criticized Zhang Zhen and Haojiayuan real estate developers for being unlucky and unlucky.

Suddenly the phone rang, and Lao Sun said, "Hello? Zhu Lan? Do you have any clues?"

"Master, we have a clue." Zhu Lan's voice was filled with excitement. "According to Zhang Zhen's coworker's description, Zhang Zhen went on a trip after being invited by a male friend. The friend saved his life, so he agreed without hesitation. ”

Lao Sun murmured, "What's his name?"

"Ah? Who?" Zhu Lan didn't react for a moment.

"That male friend." Lao Sun took a deep breath and said.

Zhu Lan scratched her head, "I don't know, the worker said Zhang Zhen never mentioned it."

"Then, how did he save Zhang Zhen?"

"It's said to be like this..." Zhu Lan opened the chatterbox and spoke.

That time Zhang Zhen undertook a big project and was responsible for the renovation of buildings 1 to 8 of Good Home Real Estate's Tianfu Jiayuan real estate. He went out to buy wall paint in the afternoon. On his way back to Qingcheng City, he was accidentally knocked over by a large truck rushing down the hillside.

The pickup truck overturned into the grass on the side of the road and rolled to the left, with the door glass shattered. The severe pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat, and then he lost consciousness.

Later, I don't know who sent him to the hospital. When he woke up, he found that he was still alive.

Zhang Zhen found a piece of paper on the bedside with a phone number and name on it.

He immediately called the young man to thank him, but he repeatedly waved his hand and said that was what he should do.

Zhang Zhen thought the other party was being polite, but he still treated the young man to a meal after he was discharged from the hospital. During the meal, Song Xiaofan mentioned the scene, and Zhang Zhen learned what happened after he fell into coma.

His left hand was pierced by a long piece of glass, and the seat belt could not be pulled open.

The visitor looked at Zhang Zhen and asked him if he heard. Zhang Zhen could only murmur vaguely as an answer. Half a day passed and he didn't say anything.

He finally found a pair of scissors, cut the seat belt, and dragged Zhang Zhen out of the cab of the pickup truck and onto the rear seat of the car.

Later, the two had no contact.

But according to his coworkers, Zhang Zhen was very grateful to his savior, so he often said the words "my savior", Zhu Lan said.

Lao Sun said he understood, and secretly decided to go back and ask Mr. Zhang when he had time.

As mentioned before, there is no record of the call between Zhang Zhen and his savior in Zhang Zhen’s mobile phone. Therefore, Lao Sun guessed that they might communicate through verbal agreement and fixed location.

After the dinner invitation and for a long time before the incident, Zhang Zhen had no contact with his savior. So Zhang Zhen's workers were also curious, why did the savior suddenly come to their door this time? But Zhang Zhen told the workers that he didn't know it himself. After all, he didn't know his savior either.

(End of this chapter)