Tian Chunda's frank statement did not bring favor to the men around him. They whispered to each other, and soon a thin man seemed to represent everyone. An embarrassed smile appeared on his thin cheeks and answered the detective that no one had the impression that he could help. Rather than saying that he has no impression, it is better to say that Kuwahara is a man who tries hard to avoid talking about personal matters, so others cannot know what friends he has. At least in this room, there wasn't even a man who looked like a friend.
After thanking them, people dispersed, and the two detectives took out the account books on Kuwahara's table one by one and began to check them. Soon after, he found a copy of the declaration to the tax office or a notebook recording the details of the royalties. Tian Chunda read out the name of the publishing house recorded here and asked Detective Anyi to copy it again in the notebook. Most of them house the editorial offices of weekly magazines, but there are also records of commissions for religious magazines or tuberculosis convalescent magazines. What exactly did these unique magazines commission Sang Yuan to write? Tian Chunda felt that he wanted to read his manuscript.
"The weekly subscription fees are really high."
"Because they don't have to do business without headline reporters, so of course they have to be well-paid."
After writing down the names of more than a dozen publishing houses, Tian Chunda nodded as if he understood everything, and asked Anyi Criminal Police to visit each house, investigate which publishing house had entrusted Kuwahara to go on a business trip to the provincial capital, and find out the purpose of collecting materials and the target of the collection. name.
Tian Chunda, who stayed behind, wanted to investigate the inside of the table, but could not open it. So he went downstairs to the administrator's room and asked for a duplicate key to open the drawer. There are about ten bundles of unopened manuscript paper in the drawer on one side, which are fixed with two bundles of half-written manuscripts with paper clips. They seem to be thrown in there casually. One bundle had no title, while the other bundle had a very sensational title, but he seemed not satisfied yet, so he added a sensational subtitle. After Tian Chunda scanned it with his eyes, his eyes returned to the drawer.
He opened other drawers and looked. The magazines or weeklies inside were thrown around in a mess. When I picked them up, I found a sports lottery in the middle.
Tian Chunda also found several newspaper clippings in the medium-sized envelope made of kraft paper. It was like a vicious criminal lurking, secretly hiding at the bottom of the magazine, thus attracting Tian Chunda's attention.
The clipping has become slightly discolored. Tian Chunda took the newspapers one by one and read them, and found that each article was the same report about the person who jumped into the crater. Contrary to the small reports in Nanguang newspapers, these newspapers took up a considerable amount of space. Turning to the back, you can see that several media reports on the matter were recorded in red pencil.
If the obese man just now was telling the truth, then Star News' headline news reporter once blackmailed someone. And there should be no reason for this blackmailer to hide meaningless suicide reports at the bottom of the box. It is not easy for Tian Chunda to figure out the meaning of this report; but from the newspaper clippings he collected from the same case, it can be guessed that Kuwahara was very interested in the death of this woman. Although we don't know yet whether this has anything to do with his death, we must investigate first.
When Tian Chunda finished recording the key points and looked up, the fat man seemed to be waiting for him and spoke to him: "I just mentioned the badge of the man who came to beat someone. I heard that this person remembers it."
Next to him stood a man with tall shoulders who seemed to play rugby. At first glance, he has a very strong physique.
"Hi." Tian Chunda tried his best to show kindness on his inconspicuous face.
"Where's the badge?"
"From Synergy Bank. I saw him when he was captured."
"What kind of look is that?"
"It's round. On the black pedestal, there is an agreement written on it, surrounded by golden lines. By the way, the word "Xie" is also golden."
He was quite specific. Because Tian Chun didn't know Synergy Bank, so he didn't have any knowledge about the bank's trademark, so he thought he might as well believe this man's statement.
"I heard from the bank employee that Sang Yuan wrote a defamatory report. Do you know what it is?"
Tian Chunda asked the two people, but each of them shook their heads. Probably because I have little interest in reports that slander others, so I haven’t read the reports.
It doesn't matter if they don't know, as long as they know where the man works, they can find out from him later. So Tian Chunda thanked them for their help and left the mixed room.
13
Tian Chunda called the head office of Xiehe Bank and asked about the bank clerk whose name had a black character in it. He made an excuse and found that he had dropped his wallet while taking the bus. He borrowed money from the conductor when he was struggling, so he wanted to thank him.
The voice of the HR clerk came through the phone, telling him to investigate first and call again in five minutes. So after he hung up the phone, he waited for a while.
Exactly five minutes later, Tian Chunda called Synergy Bank again.
"There are only two people with the character "wu" in their names. One is the branch manager who is about to turn forty-five years old. His name is Wu Xianming."
This is wrong, the eligible men must be around thirty years old.
"...The other one is 31 years old, his name is Wu Cheng. He works in the Foreign Exchange Department of Dongdaqiao Branch."
"Thank you very much. I will send a thank you letter right away." Tian Chunda thanked you and hung up the phone.
Arriving at the door of the foreign exchange department office of the branch, Tian Chunda knocked on the door.
The person inside immediately opened the door, and a young man with dark skin and a strong body stood there. Tian Chunda nodded to him gently and asked with a smile: "Are you Mr. Wu Cheng?"
"Yes, I am Wu Cheng..." The other party nodded.
Tian Chunda showed him his police ID, and then said, "Do you know Kuwahara from Starlight News Agency?"
Tian Chunda lowered his voice. Because he felt that it might be inconvenient if his colleagues or superiors heard it.
At this moment, Wu Cheng looked startled. But he immediately regained his composure, went out to the corridor, and opened the door to the next room. There is a sign above the entrance, but there is no writing on it. It should be a reception room or a conference room.
After the two people sat down, Tian Chunda asked again: "
Do you know this man Kuwahara? "
"Yes." His tone was simple.
"So you were the one who broke into the office and beat him?"
"That's right. He is so outrageous."
"Why on earth did you hit Kuwabara?"
"Because his reporting was like an insult to me."
"What kind of report is it?"
"This is completely baseless. It was reported that in my previous job, when I was providing loans to small and medium-sized enterprises, I also provided women to attract customers... and even attached the woman's photo to a weekly magazine. After all, this man is very I am shrewd, so I will never use clumsy writing that could be used to catch people. Even so, when people who know me read this report, they still know very well that the person written in it is me. He did not agree to withdraw the report, so I That’s why I’m going to beat him up.”
Tian Chunda glanced at his left hand on the table. The palm was very big and thick, and the fingers were also very thick. If you were hit by this fist, you would definitely feel better.
"Is this the first time you hit someone?"
Wu Cheng showed a surprised expression for a moment, as if he was surprised, how do you know so clearly.
"Yes, because Kuwahara continued to write, I went to beat him again."
"So Sang Yuan will be silent and stop writing from now on?"
Wu Cheng shut up for a while and then licked his lips.
"No, he went on writing again."
"You didn't hit him this time."
"right."
"But you just killed him, right?"
"How can it be!"
This was the first time he had such a fierce tone. The nostrils were dilated, and the eyes were ablaze. Tian Chunda felt that this man had such a personality that he never knew what he would do when he got angry.
"I've just thought about scolding him recently. But I think it's better for me to just admit defeat and let it go."
"I think it's okay to believe you. However, other people can't agree with your statement. Because you have such a sufficient motive, they will definitely think that it was you who committed the crime." Tian Chunda spoke with a serious face.
"Why on earth would Kuwahara write bad things about you?"
"..."
"What was the reason in the first place?"
Wu Cheng just frowned and had no intention of answering.
"Mr. Wu Cheng!"
"... He was holding a grudge because I gave him a lecture because he behaved very rudely to a woman I knew. That's what started it, and then he took advantage of his job as a headline reporter. , wrote bad things about me. I asked him to apologize but he refused and beat him up. He wrote again, and I beat him up again..."
