What kind of garbage are you? "
Xiaozhuang threw the garbage bag into the trash can on the roadside, clicked his tongue, and drove to the "Xiaozhuang Detective Agency" in the city center.
"Good evening"
After greeting the two Chinese handymen in the office, he pulled out his chair alone, sat in front of the computer and started searching for information: "Ruan Wen, Ruan Wen..."
He typed the characters into the search engine and pressed the enter key.
A few pages of information about Ruan Wen came into view.
Sure enough, people who are somewhat famous will have certain information on the Internet.
Even with more careful clues, even unknown people can search for information on the Internet. Hehe, it is too easy to find someone in the Internet age.
However, after Xiaozhuang browsed several pages of information, he found no obvious useful information.
I can only write down Ruan Wen’s height, appearance, and the address of the gallery, and go to the gallery to find out the details in person.
The first thing to determine is whether Ruan Wen is in Paris and whether there has been anything unusual recently.
I believe that the gallery staff will know this information and have the opportunity to find out Ruan Wen’s address.
Xiaozhuang immediately packed up his things, left the office alone, and drove to the entrance of Art Street.
However, when he arrived at the gallery, he discovered that the glass door of the gallery was locked and it did not appear to be open.
So, Xiaozhuang put on a black hat with a wide brim, opened the car door and got out of the car, lowered his head and walked around the gallery...
He was keenly aware that dust had piled up by the window of the gallery, which had obviously not been open for some time.
"It's not simple, this matter reveals something strange."
Judging from his rich experience in catching rapes, the less smooth the investigation of a matter is, the more difficult it is. It is precisely someone who deliberately conceals the truth that makes it impossible for people to start.
Fortunately, Xiaozhuang has lived in Paris for a long time. When he looked down at his watch, he knew that the time for the postman to deliver the parcel was coming soon.
So I returned to the gallery entrance and stood in front of the mail bucket on the street, waiting.
He had just seen the mail bucket, which contained several accumulated letters.
This proves that the gallery usually receives letters, and once again proves that the gallery has not been open for a while.
Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, a post office delivery truck parked on the side of the road. An old postman in his forties opened the tailgate and walked to the gallery door with several letters in his hand.
"Hello, sir." Xiaozhuang leaned against the mailbox and took the initiative to greet the old postman.
He knew very well how to deal with a courier who had a big beard and already had some difficulty with his hands and feet.
The old postman smiled and walked towards him, waving his hand and saying, "Sir, you are blocking my mailbox."
Xiaozhuang shrugged his shoulders, silently took out two euros from his pocket, folded them in half, and said, "Sir, the owner of this gallery is my girlfriend, and we are breaking up during this time."
"I found out that his gallery is closed. Can you take me to her home?"
The old postman looked at him with a fake smile and said, "I can give you a few invitations to the art exhibition, but I can't take you to Miss Ruan's house."
Xiaozhuang sighed, took out a small roll of euros from his pocket, and then reached out to take the invitation to the art exhibition from the old postman's hand.
"Well, I really love my girlfriend and I'm worried about what stupid things she will do."
The two were passing letters with one hand and money with the other.
There is a tacit understanding between everyone.
After holding two pieces of money in his hand, the old postman shook his head helplessly and showed a very sincere smile: "Well, sir, you are really a gentleman. For the sake of your beautiful love, please let me get in the car."
"Thank you, you are a gentleman."
Xiaozhuang smiled and jumped into the mail truck with the letter in his hand.
The old postman stuffed a folded tip into the driver's seat and put a roll of euros into his pocket.
That tip was only worth two letters, but a roll of euros was worth an address. As an old postman in charge of this area, he often knew exactly who lived in each household and what their names were.
He even knew very clearly that Miss Ruan did not have a boyfriend and was already married!
But that's not important. Except for loyalty and love, most things in the world have a price. Even if Xiaozhuang is a bad guy, they can still be witnesses afterwards, right?
Soon, the mail truck arrived at the bottom of a five-story apartment building.
This is Miss Ruan Wen’s home.
After Xiaozhuang got off the car, he stood at the door with a smile on his face and watched the mail truck go away. Then he slowly walked to the iron door, used the letter to cover it, and tried to pry open the room.
But before he even took out his tools, he immediately noticed something under his feet. He bent down and touched the mat at the door, and he found a key with a cross.
"With your vigilance, it would be strange if nothing happens!" When Xiaozhuang saw the key, he probably understood that the role played by "Miss Ruan" was not a murderer, but probably a victim.
"Click." Xiaozhuang pushed open the iron door, quietly walked into the room, and immediately closed the door behind him.
He put his right hand on his waist and carefully observed his surroundings while walking.
I'm afraid that some murderer will come out at the slightest disagreement!
Because there were blood stains on the carpet on the first floor.
…
Three days later.
Criminal Department office area.
The young inspector from the Interpol Department found Li Shaoze and reported back with an expression of embarrassment: "Sir Li, we have imprisoned Miss Ruan Wen for three days, and now she has made a serious protest. If we don't release her, we may not get good results."
"What are you afraid of?"
"Did I put her in the detention room, right? She and Li Wen were both in the interrogation room. They were reminiscing about old friendships and talking about life. Have you ever been in love?" Li Shaoze was chatting with a waiter. At this time Turning around, a sentence of soul questioning directly blocked Interpol's question.
To be honest, this little inspector has never been in love.
However, as an upright Interpol police officer, he was still a little scared. He stood nearby and retorted in a low voice: "But, they have been locked in for three days. It will be difficult for us to explain when the people from the complaint team conduct surveillance."
"Don't worry, there's no need to explain, they can't get out at all." Li Shaoze smiled, put down the documents in his hand, turned around and led the police officers out of the office area, all the way to the floor of the Interpol Department.
The reason why Sir Li was so sure was because he received a call from Xiaozhuang three days ago.
There were blood stains and traces of a struggle in Nguyen Van's home.
There is reason to suspect that a homicide occurred there.
Unfortunately, the body was moved.
Other detailed information was also sent to Li Shaoze via email.
Li Shaoze was able to rely on these materials to deduce the real life of the painter "Li Wen", but now he only needed a real hammer - Ruan Wen's corpse!
As for why Ruan Wen could sit in the interrogation room and chat with Li Wen even though he might be killed? Gee, some people are really psychopathic. Do they have to look like someone else for fun?
So Sir Li locked those two people in the interrogation room without fear of them complaining.
Because they have no chance to complain at all.
By the way, Superintendent Zhang arrested Xiao Ma in Hawaii last night.
Song Zihao also suffered the same fate as Chi Yu and was also handcuffed.
By now the group should have boarded the plane and flew back to Hong Kong Island.
If Xiaozhuang hadn't sent back any useful evidence before returning to Hong Kong Island, the two of them would probably have to spend two days in the detention room.
After Li Shaoze arrived at the office area of the Interpol Department, he looked around and saw no sign of Superintendent Zhang. He immediately turned to look at the young inspector and asked, "Isn't Superintendent Zhang back yet?"
"Sir, Superintendent Zhang has just got off the plane and is driving back to the headquarters."
"oh."
Li Shaoze nodded and suddenly noticed the phone ringing in his pocket.
He thought it was Superintendent Zhang's call, but when he picked it up, it was Xiaozhuang's number.
News is coming!
Li Shaoze perked up and thought to himself, "It's quite timely."
I saw him answer the phone, walk a few steps outside, and a man came to the corner and said, "Xiaozhuang, is there anything going on?"
"Sir Li, I have found out everything."
"Nguyen Van and his husband have been killed, and their bodies were sunk into the Seine River. They were so bloated that they looked like giants. There are no beautiful women left. I almost vomited."
Xiaozhuang had just come out of the morgue and was standing at the door of the Paris Police Department, smoking and retching. Although there is no danger in this investigation, who knows how much brainpower he spent in finding Ruan Wen in the past two days!
And I was shocked when I found the body!
Dry!
If this is a paid commission, it won’t be possible without 100,000 euros!
Li Shaoze wanted to laugh a little, and then urged: "Continue talking."
"There's nothing more to say."
"Now the two bodies have been taken away by the Paris Police Department, and the identity of the deceased has been determined through DNA."
"The photos and identification have been sent to your email. Is there anything else you want to ask? You can ask me later."
Li Shaoze could feel Xiaozhuang's miserable look through the phone, and deliberately joked: "How did two people die?"
"One was beaten to death with a blunt instrument and the other was shot."
"Ruan Wen's clothes were torn. The forensic doctor suspected that forced behavior occurred. His husband was shot and his hands were tied before he died. You know the specific circumstances."
"If you have anything to say, please tell me. If it's okay, I'll hang up."
When Xiaozhuang talked about this, Li Shaoze couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He felt that Li Wen was playing a little too big and was simply a beast.
So he stopped teasing Xiaozhuang, smiled and nodded: "Okay, thank you for this."
"Interpol has returned to Hong Kong, you are fine."
"Pujie, you just tricked me into working for free."
Xiaozhuang hung up the phone first this time and spit into the trash can.
Li Shaoze snickered twice, turned his head and greeted the corridor: "Sir Zhang, Xiao Ma, Brother Hao, are everyone here?"
"Sir Li!" Xiao Ma was the first to call. As soon as they met, he was excited and wanted to have a relationship with Sir Li, but Song Zihao immediately pushed his shoulder. Xiao Ma understood immediately and shut his mouth very simply.
Superintendent Zhang took the lead and asked, "Sir Li, the painter has been brought back."
"My subordinate called me and said that you kept Ruan Wen in the interrogation room for three days... Isn't this not in line with the rules?"
(End of chapter)
