Chapter 62: Macbeth Three

Chapter 62: Macbeth Three

"A car accident?" Luo Wenzhou was surprised, "Why...The traffic police team is the next room down the hall."

Lu Youliang said: "Have you heard of Zhou Junmao before?"

"Which Zhou Junmao?" Suddenly Luo Wenzhou felt his adrenaline rushing. Even the warm twilight sun became turbulent. "You don't mean THAT Zhou Junmao?"

Next to him, Fei Du stopped reading. He looked up silently.

Zhou Junmao was a famous overseas Chinese businessman. The seventy-three-year-old was born in the East Alley Ditch area on the outskirts of the Yan-cheng city. He had immigrated abroad many years ago and earned his first bucket of gold in the construction business. A self-made millionaire, he built the multinational business empire, the Zhou's, from nothing. Lately, perhaps old age had brought feelings of nostalgia towards his homeland -- as the saying goes: leaves ultimately fall back to the roots -- the Zhou's altered their investment strategy to focus on projects in the mainland.

Zhou Junmao wasn't the regular kind of celebrity. He kept a low profile, lived a simple life, and was very active in philanthropy. He donated a fortune toward the development of his hometown and was responsible for at least half of the prosperity of the East Alley Ditch area. There was even a road called the "Junmao road", the only one in the Yan-cheng City that was named after a living man.

Just half an hour ago, Zhou Junmao was on the way from the airport back to his residence in Yan-cheng. Suddenly his car was rear-ended by a large truck. The back of the car was completely destroyed and squeezed inward. The old man, sitting on the back seat, lost his life immediately. His driver and the bodyguard on the passenger seat were critically wounded and were rushed to the hospital.

It was such a gruesome accident. Undoubtedly once the news gets out the stock of the Zhou's Corporation would go through an earthquake.

Meanwhile, the younger son of the Zhou family happened to be in Yan-cheng. He rushed over, then insisted that it was a murder and that the Criminal Investigation Police shall be involved.

"Director Zeng already headed over with his forensics team. Let's go to the scene first and talk to the traffic police crew, then go to Zhou's house." Those that went with Luo Wenzhou included Lang Qiao, who happened to be on call, Xiao Haiyang, who didn't have the thick skin to leave early on his first day, and Fei Du, the extra. They were driving on the Airport freeway, "Put your hearts back to your stomachs -- we won't be working overtime for another month -- even if the crash was more than an accident, the investigation will probably be led by the Economic Crime Investigation team. We'll at most be assisting."

Lang Qiao turned to the backseat curiously: "Director Fei, you know so many rich people. Have you met this Zhou Junmao before?"

"Only once, and we didn't talk much." Fei Du could almost pass for a dorky teacher's pet now: even in the field-work vehicle, he didn't forget to take a textbook, "I am more familiar with his younger son -- the one that insisted on calling the criminal police."

Lang Qiao quickly searched on the internet: "Zhou Junmao has two sons. The elder one, Zhou Huaijin...Wow...an Ivy league graduate, and started handling the family business from very young. He usually stays abroad. Then the younger one Zhou Huaixin...he's a painter? Wait, Director Fei, is this him? How did you two bond? Over the love of art?"

"Oh, no." Fei Du answered, "it's because we are both the good-for-nothing spendthrift sons."

Lang Qiao: "..."

The Airport freeway didn't have much traffic on the direction going out of the city. Before it turned completely dark out, the team had arrived at the scene.

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Fei Du was about to get off, but Luo Wenzhou slammed the door shut in his face. Surprised at first, Fei Du quickly realized what it was for. Then, like a weasel whose heart got ironed flat by a large chicken drumstick, he glanced at Luo Wenzhou's back, then quietly waited in the car. Not much was shown on his face.

Luo Wenzhou quickly toured the scene and saw that the wounded were already sent away by the ambulance, and the scene had more or less cleared up. As long as one didn't look far into the areas circled by the yellow masking tapes, it was hard to see any blood. He finally waved Fei Du out of the car.

Fei Du followed him and spoke softly by his ear: "Captain Luo, how considerate. I'm surprised, and flattered."

"Already?" Luo Wenzhou glanced at him placidly, "what a turbulent emotional world full of ups and downs that you have --- Lao Qiu, over here!"

The traffic police officer in charge of this accident was Officer Qiu, another friend of Luo Wenzhou -- Our captain Luo's friends spreaded all over the world and spun across every profession.

Through Fei Du's passive observation, he thought Luo Wenzhou was the kind of person that grew up in a very open-minded and laid-back environment. When he was young, he must have enjoyed conditionless love and attention, which allowed him to keep loving the world even after experiencing the frost and the wind later in life. He had seen the darkside of humanity, and he had grown to be shrewd and wary because of his profession, but deep down he still welcomed the world with an open arm.

Sometimes, standing on the streets, what you see are the men, the women, the old, and the young, all wearing similar shirts and pants. The retired old man who's taking a walk and the exotic-looking foreigner might be wearing the same brand of sneakers. It almost creates the illusion of "one world, one dream".

But those that live under the sun cannot imaging what unescapable yet habitual torture the buddy next to him is enduring; those deeply depressed cannot understand how the lively passerbys really aren't faking their smiles.

Like right now, he was standing right next to Luo Wenzhou. It almost seemed like they came from the same world.

Sometimes the skin covers up the truth and hides it well.

Zhou Huaixin sobbed: "What brought you here?"

It was hard to explain, so Fei Du simplified it to: "I went back to school, and just got an internship at the Bureau."

That was when Zhou Huaixin finally noticed the rest of the team. He leaned over to take a tissue from the tissue box on the table, and sobbed: "You...you guys are the police? Master Fei, your t...taste is so peculiar...oh no, my heart hurts so bad, can I borrow your shoulder..."

As he spoke, he slouched in Fei Du's arms like a boneless mollusk. Luo Wenzhou's dog nose was quite bothered by the smell of "baby powder" so he didn't see eye to eye with Zhou Huaixin. He replied coldly: "You insisted that Mr. Zhou senior's car crash was not an accident. What led you to believe it?"

Zhou Huaixin struggled to lift his thick and heavy eyelids: "My father exercised everyday. In the Spring he even competed in the marathon. There is no way that he would suddenly leave us like this. There must be someone behind this!"

On the side taking notes, Lang Qiao was awed speechless by his logic. She put down the notebook and interjected, "Mr. Zhou, I understand that you are having a hard time processing all of these emotionally. But Mr. Zhou senior was killed in a crash. Let alone the marathon...even if he trained for the triathlon, he can't be immune to car crashes."

Zhou Huaixin sobbed loudly as if he was about to pass out. He stared at Lang Qiao like she was the big-eyed witch who bullies innocent princesses.

Fei Du waved at her, then lowered his head and spoke softly: "Brother Zhou, this cannot be used as evidence."

Zhou Huaixin bursted into tears: "Even you won't believe me? My sixth sense is always accurate. Dad always drove that big SUV with the anti-bullet windows. Today he switched to a weaker car, and that's when the accident happened? This cannot be a coincidence. Last week he just had his seventy-third birthday. In the celebration he said that he was ready to retire, and was going to write a will to leave some of the stocks to my brother and I. He just got back this week and then..."

Zhou Huaixin suddenly stopped, as if he just realized he had slipped something that he shouldn't. He buried his head in Fei Du's chest like he couldn't bear even the slightest blow of the wind. Rubbing his own chest, he kept his mouth shut.

"Mr. Zhou senior only has two sons. Even without a will, his heritage will pass to you and your brother." Luo Wenzhou's eyes darted at Zhou Huaixin, "Why do you think that this might be the cause of his death? Mr. Zhou, I know that you're very upset right now. But since you have called the police, please treat it like a serious matter. Can you sit up to answer my question?"

"I don't know. I paint, and that's all I do. I don't know anything about the family business. You'll need to talk to my big brother. I already called him and he will be here tomorrow morning." Zhou Huaixin put his face in his palms to avoid Luo Wenzhou's eyes, "Cars are such big weapons. It's more efficient than knives and guns. Everywhere on the street there are men with this legal 'weapon'. When they kill, all they have to say is "I didn't mean it", and it can be excused as an accident? What is the use of you?"

The speaker might not mean it, but the listeners all got an underlying message. The worries on Fei Du's face seemed to have fainted a little.

Luo Wenzhou gruffly pulled Zhou Huaixin off of Fei Du: "The truck driver has died, Mr. Zhou junior. Are you implying that someone wanted your father dead so badly that they would trade their own lives for it?"

Through his smoky dark circles, Zhou Huaixin looked at him and asked, ghostly: "Officer, do you not believe that money can buy lives?"

Luo Wenzhou and the team wasted almost an hour with Zhou Huaixin. They weren't sure whether he was truly retarded or just acting. Sometimes they could clearly tell that he was withholding something, something he wanted to share but couldn't. Only when they were about to leave did Zhou Huaixin grab Fei Du and asked, mysteriously: "Have you heard? About the rumors?"

Fei Du gave Luo Wenzhou a look, then turned to pat Zhou Huaixin's shoulder: "Don't mind it."

Zhou Huaixin didn't want to let go. He asked: "Could you keep me company until my brother comes?"

Before Fei Du spoke, Luo Wenzhou answered for him: "Quit the dawdling. You still have a report to submit this evening --- 'intern'."

Fei Du shrugged at Zhou Huaixin regrettably. In the next second, Luo Wenzhou thrusted him out of the room: "Hurry."

Fei Du staggered. But he didn't mind it at all. Instead, he looked down and smiled. Luo Wenzhou shooed him back into the car.

Her eyes wide open with curiosity, Lang Qiao whispered a question to Fei Du: "Director Fei, was that serpent, Zhou something, having a crush on you?"

"Nope." Fei Du replied in an equally low voice, "he was just bored and lonely."

Lang Qiao exclaimed: "You lots are rotten!"

Luo Wenzhou slammed the door shut. He pulled the two apart and pointed at Lang Qiao: "If only you had that much estrogen, you wouldn't be worrying about finding a husband --- Fei Du, what was it that Zhou Huaixin hesitated to say?"

"Rumor has it," Fei Du sat up straight and answered, "that the moral and respectable Mr. Zhou senior has an illegitimate son."