Chapter 194

"Francis Bacon said that love and wisdom cannot have both." Charlotte leaned on the co pilot and pulled off the headband.

"I can't agree with that."

Lu Wen starts the car and slowly drives away from the scene.

According to the custom, the groom is toasting table by table now, but the two of them don't have much time to relax and don't want to make too much sense.

So I left first.

"We should treat the thoughts of the ancients dialectically."

"The bionic man actually knows the dialectical vision?"

"Bionic people are constantly learning. You still have such a big prejudice against bionic people."

"But those bionic people outside the no man's land are like idiots. You should never learn from them."

They were chatting when a call came to Lu Wen's mobile phone.

It's Vivian.

"Vivian? Why does this middle-aged man call you every day? "

"Maybe He has been Kaifeng for decades Let's go. "

Lu Wen is on the line.

The content of the call was as good as he thought.

Wei Boan said that he dug out the wine from the backyard which had been buried for more than ten years. It's a bit boring to drink it alone.

Xia chuluo took the phone and said to the other end, "Wei Boan, I checked. You live in an elevator apartment. Where's the backyard?"

"Miss Xia, as long as you have a backyard in your heart, life is full of sunshine and green."

"Do you want to dig Lu Wen out?"

"Miss Xia, you can't be so impudent. This time you really have something to look for him. Last time there was a follow-up. I think he will be interested in it."

The last incident refers to that "Wandering Poet".

About an unjust case more than ten years ago.

Until the end of that incident, the so-called "Wandering Poet" did not show up, and no one knew who he was.

Lu Wen took his mobile phone from Charlotte and made an appointment with Wei Boan to meet in the afternoon.

"Just leave me at the door of the warehouse. You can go to see Wilbur Ann." Said Charlotte.

"You're leaving this afternoon?" Lu Wen asked.

"Well, fat people, they've packed everything and your body has been fully activated. You should be able to feel it later."

"What about the body you left behind?"

"In my bedroom closet." Xia chuluo said: "that body does not have a bracelet. I have a good memory. As long as I don't deal with people who are too familiar with it, there should be no problem. The executive board and I asked for two months' sick leave. We don't have to punch in these two months."

put as like as two peas in a closet.

Ordinary people can't do such a thing.

The wardrobe is an essential part of many suspense movies.

In the evening, the cupboard door slowly opens and a hand is stretched out

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the door of the warehouse.

Charlotte's little team is already waiting for her.

Jiang pangzi seems to have lost a lot of weight these two days. He is haggard. He holds his beloved computer and his eyes are full of blood.

"Fat man, are you in such a state?" Lu Wen asked.

"You can't do it. Can I ask you a man?" Jiang pangzi immediately stood up and said, "staying up late is just a routine for me. I've been staying up late since I was born. It's nearly 30 years now!"

"You're in your twenties?"

Lu Wen was shocked.

Jiang looks older than Wei Boan.

A fat middle-aged uncle suddenly claimed to be a little fresh meat in his twenties

After confirming that the whole team was online, Lu Wen looked at his third body and turned it on himself.

The feeling of familiarity came immediately.

"I'll go first. If you have anything, just give me this body."

"All right, go and find Wei Boan."

It's about two hours' drive from area 13 to area 10.

It's just urban.

When he arrived, he was sitting in a small hotel not far from the executive headquarters of district 10.

"How many bottles of wine do you have more than ten years ago that you can't finish every day?"

"It's OK to go wholesale after drinking."

“……”

I can see that there is something wrong.

If Wilbur Ann just wanted to drink, he would come to District 13 himself.

But it's rare to call Lu Wen to district 10.

"Is that settled?" Lu Wen asked.

"No, it's been a long time. I haven't passed the previous cases and found the trace of the" Wandering Poet ", but He recently showed up in area 15. " Wei Boan poured a glass for Lu Wen.

"Dead again?"

"That's right, but you know the situation in area 15. It's a tourist with a relatively small permanent population. The cases that happened there are basically petty theft, and the tourists in other areas are trapped."

While Wei bo'an was talking, Lu Wen also looked it up on the Internet.He found that the Executive Board of district 15 was a little more salty than that of district 10.

The executives there usually deal with trivial matters most of the time. Most of the time, they stroll on the beach in the inland sea and sometimes sell sunscreen part-time.

"Executives sell sunscreen part time It's a huge industry. " Lu Wen looked at other materials. "This region has no chief executive for several years, and the most powerful one is a retired third level executive."

"For those who are engaged in tourism, their daily work is just to solve disputes. No one wants to go there."

But the wandering poet just went.

Judging from his last case, it is estimated that there are some unjust cases.

"There may be unjust cases in every region, but in the 15th District No matter how you look at it, it should not be his goal. This district has the least cases. "

The resident population of this district is less than two million.

A district with the least population.

But the flow of people is quite large. Every holiday, the traffic to area 15 can be blocked.

"Sometimes I don't understand how good it is to play games at home for a happy three-day holiday." Wei bo'an sipped a sip of wine, "there are always people who have to go to those scenic spots. When they go there, they block the traffic for a day. When they come back, they block the traffic for a day. The only day in the middle is to see the sea of people."

"If you have to work in the afternoon, don't drink." Lu Wen cautioned.

"It's OK. Just drive."

“……”

Life always gives you a surprise.

Like district 15 this morning.

A cleaning staff who is doing cleaning in the community is suddenly splashed with a basin of sesame oil from the sky.

He stumbled a few steps in the scream.

Another basin of cold gasoline poured down.

Then there was a lighter falling from the sky, and the flame on it was not extinguished.

"There is no monitoring nearby, so the specific situation is not known. We can only make a general judgment by the appearance of the scene. The person has been burnt into coke. According to the residents at the scene at that time, the sesame oil smells delicious..."

It's another guy who's been burnt alive.

In the dark, the murderer, known as the wandering poet, is acting more and more cruelly.

"Where did the oil come from, have you found it?" Lu Wen asked.

"It's under investigation, but there's not much hope..." He responded.

"It can't happen out of thin air."

"Area 15 is next to area 16. You don't know that the slums in area 16 are so chaotic. You can get anything there, even a bomber out of thin air."

By the time they got to area 15, it was evening.

Fortunately, it's not a holiday and there are no traffic jams.

I have to say that the scenery of area 15 is really good. Along the long way, it is built by the sea. You can see the rolling waves beating on the beach and the beautiful men and women on the beach.

The local executive board, the retiring third level executive, received two people.

"The two comrades have come all the way. It's hard work. Let's have a meal first."

This executive is Feng Fugui, a very happy name. He is the only third level executive in the 15th district.

He should have been promoted to chief executive if nothing had happened.

But he felt that he was too old to retire within two years and could not deal with so many things, so he refused.

"Don't eat as soon as you meet. People on the executive board shouldn't learn that." Wei Boan seriously said: "take us directly to the scene."

"This place is for tourism. Besides eating and playing, everyone grew up here and got used to it." Feng Fugui smiles and takes them to the scene.

There's nothing to see at the scene.

A dilapidated neighborhood.

Green gray cement wall, exposed red brick, several streets outside the community are snacks.

The pyrotechnic atmosphere in district 15 is obviously heavier than that in other districts.

"One of the two pools of oil stains burned. According to the traces on the ground, after the victim caught fire on his body, he ran out a few steps and then fell down."

There are many ways to die in this world.

Being burned to death should be quite painful.

In fact, each one is very painful.

It's the same with jumping off a building.

Many people say that the moment a skydiver touches the ground, he or she can hear the sound of his or her broken bones, and they will feel great pain.

So even if life is not satisfactory, still live well, live a day to earn a day.

"We found some oil stains on the corridor outside the third floor. After testing, we found that the ingredients were the same as those on the ground. The killer dumped the two pots of oil from here." Feng Fugui said.

"Any witnesses?" Lu Wen asked."No, we asked door to door."

"Think about it It's strange that the murderer's style can leave witnesses. "

Lu Wen looked around.

The time of the crime was ten in the morning. At that time, all the people who should go to work had already gone to work. There were fewer people in the community.

This location is more secret.

"The murderer has observed the scene environment in advance, and knows the work and rest time of the victim, and knows that he will pass here, so he is likely to have followed the dead for a period of time. There is no monitoring in the community, but there is monitoring on the street outside."

Surveillance doesn't lie, but it gives almost no clues.

Wei Boan and the third level executive are both experienced. They didn't find anything different from the monitoring these days.

Victims like to be on their own and show no sign of being followed.

"By the way, what about the poetry collection?"