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Chapter 25 Two birds with one stone

In the streets late at night, Luo Fei was bent over, panting heavily.

Qin Xiaoman urged Luo Fei: "Hurry up, this place is not safe."

Luo Fei followed Qin Xiaoman and continued to walk forward: "How do you know I'm here?"

"I see that you haven't come back so late, and I want to bring you some food. Hearing the commotion here, I ran after him to have a look." Xiaoman said.

Luo Fei smiled knowingly: "Benjamin is quite right."

Qin Xiaoman was curious: "What did he say?"

"Ask him yourself later. By the way, I found out the truth about Han Weiwei's case." Luo Fei said.

"What did you find?" Xiaoman asked.

Luo Fei stopped under a street lamp, opened the travel magazine, and there was half of the photo: "Han Weiwei's photo was torn up in half, but I finally found the original picture. Han Weiwei took the photo in a scenic spot , but compared to the original map of the landscape, I finally found the murderer's flaw!"

Qin Xiaoman looked at the picture: "A flaw?"

Luo Fei pointed to Han Weiwei's side: "Han Weiwei's right side can't stand a person at all, because it's the edge of the plank road."

"so……?"

"So what the murderer tore up was not the "group photo"! It was the solo photo of Han Weiwei standing on the left side of the plank road!"

Qin Xiaoman still didn't understand: "Then why did you tear it up?"

"To create a mysterious boyfriend who doesn't exist!"

"does not exist?"

Luo Fei nodded: "Yes! The murderer deliberately tore up the 'single photo' to give us the illusion that Han Weiwei has an underground boyfriend, and we would naturally think that this underground boyfriend tore up the photo to hide his identity, so the most perpetrator of the crime Suspicion and motive."

Qin Xiaoman came to her senses: "You mean, Lu Xiangdong has nothing to do with Han Weiwei?"

"No, it's related. The murderer has another purpose in creating a non-existent boyfriend."

Qin Xiaoman was drawn in again: "Is there a purpose?"

"It is to blame Lu Xiangdong, kill two birds with one stone, and get rid of Han Weiwei and Lu Xiangdong at the same time."

Qin Xiaoman nodded thoughtfully: "It really makes sense for you to say that."

"I am sure that Lu Xiangdong is not the mastermind behind the huge sum of money for the disaster relief. Like Han Weiwei, they are all people who know the inside story of the disaster relief, so they were set up to kill them together. Alas, it is a pity that both of them were silenced. The real culprits There are too few clues left for us." Luo Fei sighed.

"Clues? Now that you said that, I remembered that before Lu Xiangdong died, he said two words to me..."

While the two were talking, the sound of the car braking and turning suddenly came again!
"No, I'm chasing you again." Qin Xiaoman pulled Luo Fei and ran forward.

The two didn't run far, and the car caught up with them and stopped beside them.Qin Xiaoman turned around dreamily, pointing the gun at the driver's seat.

The window was rolled down, but Benjamin was in the driver's seat.Qin Xiaoman let out a long breath, put down the pistol: "Why are you here?"

Benjamin explained: "I think Luo Fei is going to stay up late again, and I'm going to send him some food. I heard gunshots here before I got to the patrol room, so I drove over directly."

And Luo Fei is still thinking at this moment: "Xiaoman, what did Lu Xiangdong tell you?"

"HSBC."

Luo Fei and Benjamin glanced at each other: "A bank?"

The next day, in the small office of the patrol room, Javert flipped through travel magazines.Luo Fei whispered to Javert what he told Xiaoman last night.Benjamin sat drinking coffee.

At this moment, Qin Xiaoman and Ye Changqing ran in.

"I've tried everything, nothing!" Ye Changqing shook his head and said.

"Whether it's Han Weiwei or Lu Xiangdong, there is no record of them renting a safe," Xiaoman said.

Benjamin frowned: "Could it be that Lu Xiangdong wasn't talking about the bank before he died?"

Luo Fei thought for a while: "Xiaoman, you guys go to the bank again and ask in the name of Chen Huiyan or Zhao Su."

Qin Xiaoman and Ye Changqing nodded and walked out.

"Luo Fei, who are these two people you are talking about?" Javert asked.

Luo Fei smiled: "Han Weiwei's colleagues. I also guessed. On the night of the murder, Xiaoman and I ran into them watching the night at Han Weiwei's apartment. I guess they have a very unusual relationship, so I wondered if Han Weiwei would not use me. names, and rented bank safes in their names?"

After a while, Ye Changqing walked in with a large file box and put it on the table.

Qin Xiaoman followed closely behind: "Luo Fei, you are amazing, you really have a safe under the name of Chen Huiyan."

Benjamin rushed to the safe immediately: "720900 is really the password of the bank safe?"

Qin Xiaoman nodded: "That's right, look, Ye Changqing moved all the things in the safe."

Shawei took off the lid of the file box, flipped through a few pages of documents, shook his head, and handed them to Luo Fei.

Javert sighed: "Unfortunately, there is no real name on the black account, only Liang and Shu."

Luo Fei flipped through the pages, and said with a smile, "Xiaoman, do you still remember that we found Han Weiwei's notepad with Dongzi written on it?"

Qin Xiaoman nodded: "Of course I remember, because of the word Dong, we locked the suspect on Lu Xiangdong from the very beginning."

"But, that's not a word for Dong."

"No? Impossible, the three of us have seen Dongzi." Benjamin said.

"This character is the same as Han Weiwei's photo, half missing. It should be an old character." Luo Fei said.

Javert, Qin Xiaoman, and Benjamin said at the same time: "Chen?"

Javert had an unbelievable expression: "Chen...Chen Hanliang? Could it be that the culprit who embezzled money from ink is Chen Hanliang, the secretary of Chairman Tang?"

Luo Fei nodded: "Those who have the ability to embezzle Mo's charitable money and make black accounts are at least people at the level of Lu Xiangdong and Chen Hanliang." "Will Tang Jiyu be involved?" Xiaoman suddenly doubted.

Afterwards, Javert, Benjamin, and Qin Xiaoman all looked at Luo Fei.

Luo Fei thought for a while: "Probably... no. Behind Tang Jiyu is a great northern warlord. He wants to make money, and he has a lot of ways, so don't be so troublesome. I remember Tang Jiyu's file said that he is from Henan .”

"No wonder his name is Jiyu, because Yu is the abbreviation of Henan. It seems that his relief for the Yellow River this time is more out of enthusiasm for his hometown, and it should not be for making money." Xiaoman said.

Luo Fei smiled and nodded: "He really did help the disaster, but not out of enthusiasm for his hometown, but for himself, because he has a lot of property right by the Yellow River."

"So, Chen Hanliang is the culprit who committed the murder of greedy ink?" Xiaoman asked.

Javert slapped the table: "Whether he is alone or not, first arrest him and then slowly interrogate him!"

Luo Fei frowned: "Arrest? How to arrest? This black account doesn't use his real name. Do you dare to say that this good character is Chen Hanliang? What about this Shu character? We don't have enough evidence to arrest him. Even if he is arrested, he can Get away with ease."

Ye Changqing stared: "Isn't such a detailed black account a waste? Isn't Han Weiwei's death in vain?"

"Unless we have other evidence against Chen Hanliang first, black accounts will work."

Benjamin looked at Luo Fei: "Do you have any other evidence?"

Luo Fei shook his head: "Not yet."

At this moment, a civilian police officer came in and said to Luo Fei, "Consultant Luo, your number."

Luo Fei walked out immediately.

The people in the house waited for more than ten minutes, but Luo Fei did not come back.Xiaoman ran out impatiently, only to find that Luo Fei had already left.

At night, Xiaoman returned to the apartment and tried to push the door of Luo Fei's room, but it was unlocked.

When Xiaoman entered the room, she found that Luo Fei was lying on the sofa reading a newspaper by the desk lamp, coughing from time to time.

Xiaoman's voice sounded: "Why don't you turn on the light?"

Then the chandelier lights up.

"Help me take a look. The newspapers these days are talking about the assassination of the Shanxi Merchants Association by the Black Dragon Association. There are many pictures of the scene." Luo Fei said.

Qin Xiaoman put the soup can on the table: "Chicken soup, drink it while it's hot."

Luo Fei looked at the soup can and frowned with lingering fear.

Qin Xiaoman poured out a bowl of hot chicken soup from the soup pot and handed it over.

Luo Fei was stunned: "You don't need to drink it? I... have a cold already... cough cough!" Luo Fei coughed again and interrupted himself.

"Look, I'm coughing so badly, hurry up and drink the chicken soup."

"Uncle, do you want to play football with us?"

At the door stood the little boy feeding the laxatives.

Luo Fei sat up: "Wow! I just want to move, let's go!"

Luo Fei ran out following the child as if fleeing for his life.

"Hey, drink the soup before going!"

In the large, empty warehouse, there were constant crashing sounds.

Four kids kicking around an empty beef can.Luo Fei watched from the side.

The little boy waved to Luo Fei: "Hey! Uncle, don't just stand and watch, come in and kick yourself."

Luo Fei shook his head: "Kick it!"

"Fix it!" As soon as the little boy finished speaking, the empty can flew towards Luo Fei, and Luo Fei turned sideways to avoid it.

Empty cans smashed against the wall, and the sound of the impact echoed continuously in the large warehouse.

The little boy yelled, "Hey! Uncle, kick the ball over here!"

Luo Fei said loudly: "Kick it yourself!"

The echo kept echoing, Luo Fei looked at the children and gradually smiled.

On the second day, at the fundraising square, the event was going on as scheduled. Tang Jiyu, Mrs. Tang, Chen Hanliang, and six employees of the Shanxi Chamber of Commerce stood behind Luo Fei.Javert, Ye Changqing, Benjamin, and four police detectives stood behind the podium.

"How did you stand that day, how do you stand now." Luo Fei said.

Chen Hanliang then moved from the left to behind Tang Jiyu.

Luo Fei suddenly stopped: "Wait a minute, I mean how did you stand after the gunshot that day."

Tang Jiyu moved a few steps towards the front of the stage, with Mrs. Tang accompanying him on the left.Chen Hanliang came to the middle of the podium.

Mrs. Tang asked puzzledly: "Isn't it the Black Dragon Society who wants to assassinate the chairman? If you don't go after them, what are you going to do?"

Luo Fei waved his hand: "No, no, no, what I'm looking for today is not the killer of the Black Dragon Society, but the person who hired the killer." Tang Jiyu looked stern: "Who?!"

Luo Fei pointed at Chen Hanliang: "It's the president, your most trusted secretary——Chen Hanliang."

Chen Hanliang sneered: "Me? Ha, do I need to be greedy for money? President, you know, am I short of money?"

Tang Jiyu nodded: "That's right, I know all about Hanliang's money. Mr. Luo, could there be a mistake?"

"The truth sometimes makes you unbelievable, newspaper!" Luo Fei stretched out his hand.

Ye Changqing immediately handed over a newspaper, Tang Jiyu took a look at it, and Mrs. Tang also came to read it.

In the black and white picture in the newspaper, Chen Hanliang is protecting Tang Jiyu with his right hand, and his left finger is pointing to the upper left.

Chen Hanliang smiled disdainfully: "What does this mean? It can only mean that I am loyal to the president."

Tang Jiyu nodded: "That's right, Han Liang rushed forward to protect me the first time."

Luo Fei sneered: "That's right, your right hand is indeed protecting President Tang, but what about your left hand? What are you referring to?"

"Of course it refers to the location where the killer is hiding!" Chen Hanliang looked innocent, "Is there anything strange about this?"

"Look carefully at this picture. You were the only one who pointed out where the killer was hiding. How did you know the killer was hiding there?"

"I see. I may be the person with the best eyesight in the Shanxi Chamber of Commerce."

Mrs. Tang also nodded: "That's right, Han Liang is the one who harvests the most in the annual autumn hunting activities of the Shanxi Chamber of Commerce."

Luo Fei continued: "Oh, I forgot, at that time, there were many banners hanging with balloons, Evergreen!"

Ye Changqing and Benjamin took out a lot of balloon banners from under the podium, and the flying red banners quickly covered the sight of the podium.Those words are still embroidered on the banner: John of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce donated 30 silver dollars, and Luo Daqian of the Zhejiang Chamber of Commerce donated [-] French currency...

"I asked the person who prepared these banners. At that time, there were more than 120 banners around the podium. How did you see the killer? Your eyesight is not so good!" Luo Fei mocked.

Chen Hanliang was a little speechless: "I..."

"Since you know where the killer is hiding, there is only one possibility: you paid for the killer!" Luo Fei pointed at Chen Hanliang and said.

"Nonsense... President, I..." Chen Hanliang turned to President Tang.

"The target of the killer's assassination is actually not President Tang, but the deceased Lu Xiangdong! So President Tang, you don't need to be moved because Secretary Chen stood in front of you, because he knew that the killer had completed his mission and would not shoot again. Already." Luo Fei explained to Chairman Tang.

"I didn't! I just pointed like that, no...no...no, I may have misremembered, I didn't see it, I heard it, I heard the gunshot, it was the gunshot from the upstairs on the left !" Chen Hanliang was in chaos.

Luo Fei smiled slightly: "Did you hear that? Then listen to it again."

Chen Hanliang looked blank: "Why listen to it again?"

"Qin Xiaoman from the patrol room is in a certain room in a certain building around us right now. She will shoot into the sky in a while, you should be able to find her, right?"

After Luo Fei finished speaking, Ye Changqing waved the small green flag in his hand.

At this time, Qin Xiaoman, who was upstairs, held a pistol, walked to the window, stretched the pistol out of the window, and pointed it at the sky.

"Crack" a gunshot.

Gunshots echoed "buzzing" outside the fundraising square.

(End of this chapter)