At least in the process of elimination, the content in the "Ghost King" comic that matches reality has been extracted.
What everyone needs to do now is very obvious, which is to investigate the situation of the furniture factory owner from Hubei Province.
Especially the traces of his son, who has been missing for many years, is very important. At least we can investigate how the fire happened 15 years ago.
"Senior Brother Xu." Seeing Xu Feng still bowing his head in thought, Gu Chen reminded him.
"Ah?" Xu Feng reacted slowly, then raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Can you take us to find the furniture factory owner from Hubei Province? We must investigate clearly about his son," Gu Chen said.
"Well... I'll let Zhang Wenxia take you there. She knows this area well." Xu Feng glanced at Zhang Wenxia.
Zhang Wenxia also nodded silently: "Yes, no one here knows better than me. I met the boss from Hubei Province in Wangchao Town last week. His surname seems to be Zhao."
"That matter should not be delayed." Gu Chen paused, and then said: "Now, Wu Xiaofeng and the others are still investigating clues on the mountain top. We should also find out the details of the boss of the Hubei furniture factory as soon as possible. Without further delay, we should
Set off immediately."
Also under Gu Chen's resolute order, Lu Weiwei, Officer Wang and Yuan Shasha immediately followed Zhang Wenxia and prepared to visit the Hubei boss.
Others continue to stay at the Wangchao Town Police Station, waiting for the next step.
The vehicle drove along and soon headed towards the ruins of the former sponge factory.
Zhang Wenxia, who was sitting in the passenger seat, also began to introduce to everyone: "This boss Zhao from Hubei Province, his furniture factory is right next to the ruins of the sponge factory."
"We asked the old lady to take us to that place before." While driving, Gu Chen was also familiar with the environment here and said casually:
"We were wandering around the ruins of the sponge factory before, and the old lady told us that the ruins of the sponge factory had burned people to death, so many people were reluctant to repair the factory buildings and felt that it was unlucky."
"So, the ruins of the sponge factory have been abandoned here since the fire 15 years ago."
"And there are almost all furniture factories around. It seems that a furniture industry chain has been formed here."
"Yes." After hearing what Gu Chen said, Zhang Wenxia also knew that Gu Chen knew something about the situation here, so she added:
"But in recent years, the real estate industry has been downturn, which has indirectly affected the furniture market."
"So, the furniture factory business in Wangchao Town is also going downhill, but these furniture bosses made money before, especially more than ten years ago, when the furniture business was at its best."
"At that time, when I returned to Daowangchao Town after get off work, I found that almost all the furniture here was being dragged into the city by the truckload."
"The warehouses in the city's furniture stores were emptied out within a few days. At that time, most of the trucks heading to Wangchao Town were pulling furniture."
"So much money? Aren't these bosses making crazy money?" When Zhang Wenxia said this, Officer Wang couldn't help but sigh.
Zhang Wenxia nodded silently: "Isn't it? But the furniture makers here used to be bosses from other places."
"Most of the local people work under them, and some of them have the ability to start a new business after mastering the core resources of this industry."
"Anyway, I remember that there were probably no less than 30 furniture factories, large and small, in Wangchao Town."
"Many workers and bosses in factories know each other. If you don't feel comfortable working in one factory, just go to another one. You really don't have to worry about finding a job."
"But look at now, of the more than 30 furniture factories, there are less than 10 left that can survive to this day. Many skilled workers have no work and have switched to other businesses."
"And among these furniture factories, including the factory owned by the boss from Hubei Province, it is still the largest one in Wangchao Town, but it seems that it will soon be unable to survive."
"Are you going to move out or quit?" Lu Weiwei asked curiously.
Zhang Wenxia thought for a few seconds and then said: "It seems like they have moved away, right? It seems like they are quitting. Anyway, I can't figure it out now. I'll find out if I go over and take a look."
"Okay, let's go over and have a look." Seeing that Zhang Wenxia didn't know much about these things, Gu Chen didn't ask any more questions.
The vehicle soon arrived at the ruins of the former sponge factory, and Zhang Wenxia pointed to the left side of the sponge factory and said, "Did you see it? The European Royal Furniture Factory, this is Boss Zhao's furniture factory."
"The furniture they sell here is mainly made in European style. The advertisements also talk about the furniture style of European royal families. Anyway, the quality is quite good. I have ordered furniture such as sofas from their factory."
"The gate seems to be open." Seeing that the gate was open, Gu Chen drove the vehicle directly through.
Although the factory buildings look a bit large, they are all old factories after all. From the guard room at the door, we can see that there were guard guards here during the glory days.
But now it seems that it is no longer needed.
The vehicle drove to a parking shed, and several cars and pickup trucks were parked on one side.
After Gu Chen and others got out of the car, Zhang Wenxia led Gu Chen and others directly towards the office area.
After walking up a few steps, everyone came to the lobby of an office building.
This is the facade of the European Royal Furniture Factory and also the display area.
There is a large exhibition hall inside, which displays some finished European furniture.
When a middle-aged woman saw several police officers coming in, she slowly stood up, took the initiative to step forward and asked, "Excuse me, are you here to buy furniture?"
"No, I'm looking for your boss Zhao, is he there?" Zhang Wenxia asked.
"Yes, I just came back from outside. I'm in the office on the second floor." The middle-aged woman said.
"Can you take us to see him?" Gu Chen said.
"Okay, please come with me." I saw these policemen coming in a hurry, maybe they had something urgent to do with the boss.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Therefore, the middle-aged woman did not dare to neglect and quickly led the few people to the second floor.
When she arrived at the door of the general manager's office, the middle-aged woman knocked on the door politely three times, and then said through the door: "Mr. Zhao, there are several police comrades who want to see you for something."
"Let them come in." came the reply from an old man inside the house.
"Okay." After hearing what the boss said, the middle-aged woman pushed the door open and led Gu Chen and others inside.
At this time, everyone discovered that a white-haired old man was sitting on an exquisite sofa with a cigarette in his hand, seeming to be thinking about the problem.
The middle-aged woman also led Gu Chen and others to the white-haired old man, and then introduced to everyone: "This is our boss, Mr. Zhao."
"Hello, Mr. Zhao, I am Gu Chen, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Team of Furong Branch." Gu Chen also introduced himself and reached out.
Upon seeing this, Boss Zhao also put the cigarette in his hand on the ashtray, then stood up and shook hands with Gu Chen: "Zhao Changlin."
"I am Lu Weiwei."
"Yuan Shasha."
"Zhang Wenxia."
"Just call me Lao Wang."
Everyone immediately announced their homes and shook hands with Zhao Changlin to introduce him.
Zhao Changlin waved his hand, indicating that everyone should sit down and talk later.
The middle-aged woman skillfully came to the bookcase, took out a can of tea, and made tea for everyone.
When the tea was placed in front of everyone, the middle-aged woman bowed politely, then left the office and closed the door behind her.
The office suddenly became extremely quiet.
Seeing that everyone was silent and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward, Zhang Wenxia quickly smiled and said: "Boss Zhao, we met last week."
"Officer Zhang, I have often seen you in Wangchao Town, but I rarely meet these people." Zhao Changlin also opened up and started talking to everyone.
After taking a sip of tea, Zhao Changlin asked:
"By the way, I wonder what Captain Gu has to do with me, Mr. Zhao, when he comes over this time?"
"That's it." He also saw that Zhao Changlin was now gray-haired. It was obvious that he had suffered a certain amount of mental damage from losing his son in the past 15 years.
So Gu Chen asked in a gentle tone: "I heard that your son disappeared 15 years ago. Is this true?"
Unexpectedly, Gu Chen's first question was this. Zhao Changlin was drinking tea, but suddenly he was stunned on the spot.
After a few seconds of slowing down, he put down the water glass with a smile and asked Gu Chen: "Captain Gu, this happened 15 years ago, why do you suddenly ask about this?"
"Because of a case that is under investigation." Gu Chen said.
"Really? But what does the case have to do with my missing son?" Zhao Changlin was still puzzled.
Gu Chen did not follow him around the bush and said straightforwardly: "Boss Zhao, you only need to answer my question. Did your son disappear 15 years ago?"
"Yes." Seeing that Gu Chen only asked core questions, Zhao Changlin nodded in agreement, raised his head and thought, "Counting the days, my son has been missing for 15 years."
"In the past 15 years, I have often dreamed about him. It is only because I had a bad temper. If he could come back to me, I would promise him anything."
After saying this, Zhao Changlin also sighed heavily.
After all, Zhang Wenxia did a relatively good job in mass work. She also knew the secret of the disappearance of Zhao Changlin's son, so she confirmed with Zhao Changlin and said:
"I heard that your son had serious differences with you because of some interests and hobbies, so he ran away and has not been heard from since. Is that so?"
"Yes." Seeing that Zhang Wenxia knew something about the situation, Zhao Changlin did not hide it, and nodded directly to admit:
"Back then, my son followed some social youths and rode expensive motorcycles all day long, showing off in various ways in the city."
"At that time, my son only knew how to play and didn't care about anything in the furniture factory."
"Originally, I wanted to retire early and hand over all the resources of the furniture factory and those customers to my son, but he is just an ignorant guy."
Speaking of this, it seemed that it also brought back Zhao Changlin's sad past, so Zhao Changlin was also hammering his chest, looking a little uncomfortable.
Seeing this, Lu Weiwei quickly asked him: "Boss Zhao, are you okay?"
"Is everything okay?" After waving his hand, Zhao Changlin found a box of capsules from under the coffee table, stuffed it into his mouth, went to the water dispenser, got himself a glass of water and drank it, and then slowly walked back to the crowd.
"Boss Zhao is not in good health?" Officer Wang asked.
"It's an old problem." Zhao Changlin didn't seem to care at all and said calmly:
"My bastard son was very angry with me back then. At that time, my health was not as good as it is now."
"But, after I quarreled with my son, he ran away from home. For 15 years, no one bothered me anymore, but I also became extremely lonely."
"Did your son run away from home because he quarreled with you?" Yuan Shasha asked him curiously.
Zhao Changlin nodded silently: "Yes."
"Then have you ever looked for him?" Yuan Shasha asked again.
"Of course I have." Zhao Changlin lay on the sofa and sighed:
"At that time, I thought he was just angry for a moment, so he was just showing off to me."
"After all, I know my son very well. He has always liked to play the trick of running away from home with me since he was a child."
"So, at first, I didn't pay much attention to it."
"But later I found out that he didn't contact me for more than a week. This was different from the past when he would call me to ask for money every three or four days, or at most four or five days, when he ran away from home. That time it took more than a week.
I remember it seemed like there was no contact with me for 10 days."
"I was thinking to myself at the time, hey, is this bastard kid a good guy? He didn't come home for 10 days in a row, and he didn't call me to ask for money. It seemed like some bad friend had taken him in."
"But when I thought about it later, I felt like something was wrong. This is not my son's style."
"Moreover, that quarrel was not as intense as before. My son couldn't just walk away and not contact me for 10 consecutive days."
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Changlin felt helpless, shook his head and said, "Later, I felt something was wrong, so I went to call the police."
"But the police have been unable to find my son because they lack many key clues. The key is that my son did not use an ID card and did not appear in the street surveillance footage."
After a pause, Zhao Changlin looked at Gu Chen and others, and then said: "At that time, your police suspected that my son might have left in a friend's car, but where exactly did he go? I really can't find out."
"That's it, for 15 years, I have been waiting for 15 years but there is no trace of my son. I..."
At the end of his speech, Zhao Changlin couldn't help but cover his chest and his expression became painful.
"Mr. Zhao, are you...are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Upon seeing this, Zhang Wenxia hurriedly walked to Zhao Changlin and asked about the specific situation.
But Zhao Changlin still waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "I have an old problem. I have also seen a doctor. The doctor told me not to get excited."
"Whenever you get excited, you may feel a cramp in your chest."
"Then don't get excited, let's talk slowly, don't be in a hurry, and don't be too sad." Seeing Zhao Changlin, he seemed to be unable to be stimulated, so Lu Weiwei also said with relief.
Zhao Changlin nodded silently and sighed: "It's useless. Anyway, I, an old man, won't live long. However, no one may take over the inheritance under my hands. What a harm!"
At the end of his speech, Zhao Changlin suddenly felt emotional.
When Gu Chen saw this, he asked him out of curiosity: "Does Boss Zhao have other heirs?"
"No." Zhao Changlin shook his head: "I am just a son. It was because I relaxed my discipline too much when I started my own business that my son became uneducated and incompetent."
"However, after my son disappeared, I was also worried that there would be no one to inherit the factory, so I have been quietly cultivating a young man in the factory."
"This young man is smart, hard-working and hard-working, and he has a rough life experience. He grew up in an orphanage since he was a child."
"So, I deliberately cultivated him, and he was very good to me. Therefore, I adopted him as my adopted son and used all the debt I had towards my biological son on him."
"He is now married and has children, and I also have a godson, so he has a successor, right?"
Saying this, Zhao Changlin's face was filled with relief, as if God had closed the door for you and at the same time left a window for you.
Hearing this, Lu Weiwei also nodded silently: "That's good. At least you still have a godson. However, the case we came to investigate this time may make your blood swell, but I still hope you are prepared.
"
In fact, Lu Weiwei didn't want to give such an early warning, but after all, the case needed to be investigated. Was it a wandering artist from out of town who was burned to death in the sponge factory warehouse next door 15 years ago? Or was it Zhao Changlin's son?
This topic will have to be discussed with Zhao Changlin sooner or later, so Lu Weiwei is still a little worried about Zhao Changlin's health.
After Zhao Changlin heard Lu Weiwei's words, he looked at the others a few more times.
Only then did I feel that the police came here to ask for something.
Moreover, he was closely related to his missing son, so Zhao Changlin also took a deep breath and said with a forced smile:
"You can just say it doesn't matter. As I said, I'm an old man. What kind of storms and waves have I never seen? I can still withstand the pressure."
After hearing what Zhao Changlin said, Gu Chen and everyone looked at each other in confusion, and after making eye contact, he looked at Zhao Changlin and said:
"Boss Zhao, based on a case we are currently investigating, we suspect that the fire in the sponge factory warehouse next door to you that year may have been deliberately set on fire."
"Yes, I also think someone set the fire deliberately, and many people think so too." After hearing what Gu Chen said, Zhao Changlin seemed not to be surprised.
After all, the fire happened right next door to the factory, and it almost frightened Zhao Changlin at the time.
Moreover, Wangchao Town had all sorts of theories about the fire that year, including the fact that the fire was deliberately set.
"Boss Zhao, do you still remember that a person was burned to death in the sponge factory warehouse? Do you still remember who it was?" Gu Chen also saw that Zhao Changlin seemed to have some ability to withstand stress, so he asked questions step by step.
he.
"Who is the person who was burned to death?" After looking up and thinking for a few seconds, Zhao Changlin also said thoughtfully: "I heard that he is a wandering artist who plays the erhu, and he is a fellow villager with me."
"Then what do you think if I say that the poor man who was burned to death that year was not the wandering artist, but your son?" Gu Chen said this while trying to lower his tone as much as possible.
He was afraid that if he spoke too loudly, Zhao Changlin would die on the spot.
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