But the phone only rang once and then went silent. Before Dong Qiangqiang could react, another crisp text message suddenly came from his phone.
Dong Qiangqiang listened quietly to the ringing twice, and looked at Thomas calmly. Thomas turned around and sat back opposite Dong Qiangqiang.
"How many times have you dealt with the German police?" Thomas opened the drawer and rummaged around for something.
"It seems like twice." Dong Qiangqiang thought for a while and replied.
"No, three times." Thomas stopped what he was doing and corrected, "The first time was when you called the police and said someone was attacking you, the second time was when you called the police and said someone was trying to steal your things, and the third time was when Mueller sued you. this time."
Dong Qiangqiang didn't understand why the other party suddenly said this, and retorted: "Mueller is lying. We did not force him to sign the agreement. He entrusted us voluntarily. It's just that he didn't expect the inheritance to be so large."
Thomas took out a manila envelope from the drawer and threw it on the table: "Look at this."
Dong Qiangqiang opened the envelope hesitantly and pulled out a stack of photos from inside. The photos were taken at night and during the day. There are group portraits and single portraits. The resolution of the photos was very rough and details such as faces could not be clearly seen. Dong Qiangqiang speculated that these photos might have been taken by a camera.
He slowly looked through the photos one by one, and Thomas stared at the movements of his hands with interest, as if admiring a moving toy.
Suddenly, Dong Qiangqiang was surprised to see a familiar figure in a photo. Although the photo was taken from the side and did not capture the person's front face (of course, the front face cannot be clearly captured), it can be seen from the height and clothing that the person in the photo is Dong Qiangqiang.
"This?" Dong Qiangqiang looked at Thomas doubtfully.
"There have been a lot of strange fires in Hannover in the past six months, and we speculated whether there might be some connection between the fires. The fire at Yipin Furong was the most serious fire in the city in recent times, so we collected information from several streets around the Yipin Furong restaurant. The camera captured the photo. What you are holding in your hand is the enlarged photo."
"This... what does this have to do with me? I have just arrived in Germany less than two weeks ago." Dong Qiangqiang frowned and threw the photo on the table, "Do the police suspect that I did it?"
Thomas gave him a meaningful look: "The police have disclosed the preliminary investigation results of the Hibiscus fire. The fire was caused by arson."
"Arson?" Dong Qiangqiang was shocked and quickly defended, "It must not have been me. I was still moving packages in the factory that night."
"Well, the factory did confirm your alibi. So the police basically ruled out the possibility of you setting the fire."
Hearing that the police had eliminated his suspicion, Dong Qiangqiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He asked puzzledly: "Since my suspicion has been eliminated, can I leave?"
"Why did you go to the fire scene the next day?" Thomas suddenly sat down on the table, looking down at Dong Qiangqiang's eyes and asked.
"Just going to have a look." Dong Qiangqiang shrugged nonchalantly, "We just went there for dinner not long ago, but we didn't expect that it would be in ruins a few days later. When I think about the fact that there will be no place to eat delicious food in the future, I felt very sad, so I went there to take a look.”
"Do you know J Yan?" Thomas's eyes suddenly shot out two fierce lights.
"I know him." Dong Qiangqiang nodded, "Many people know him."
"We have compiled a list of people who have resigned from Yipin Furong in the past year. Among these people who resigned, several people had a very unharmonious relationship with the restaurant before leaving. J Yan is one of them. The restaurant said that there was something wrong with him. Because of his behavior, he was fired."
"What 'bad behavior'?" Dong Qiangqiang's heart skipped a beat, "I don't understand what you mean."
"I can tell you that someone saw a person of similar height and appearance to Jin Yuan outside Yipin Furong that night." Thomas's eyes widened, "And we extracted the footprints from J Yan's residence and the distance from the Yipin Furong fire scene. I clicked on the nearest footprints and compared them, and the 90% of the two are the same.”
"The photos taken by these cameras are too blurry. I can't tell which one is Jin Yuan." Dong Qiangqiang looked up at Thomas's face in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, with no fear on his face, "Even...I mean even if it's Jin Yuan's footprints that really appear here. The place closest to the fire point doesn't mean anything. Maybe he wanted to eat there that night but changed his mind when he got to the door. Maybe it was the footprints he left a few days ago, and Yipin Furong is an Asian restaurant. There are a lot of Asians eating and working there, so it’s possible that the footprints were left by someone of similar height and weight. And you just said that the extracted footprints only overlap 90%, not 100%. Same." He breathed, "Or are you hinting at me? Officer Thomas."
"Then do you know about him? Or have you ever heard him say anything about Hibiscus?" Thomas raised his buttocks and paced back and forth in the office.
"Never." Dong Qiangqiang pondered for a moment and shook his head, "We rarely meet."
"Then do you know where he is now?" Thomas asked persistently, "or have you heard anyone say where he might have gone?"
"No," Dong Qiangqiang shook his head like a rattle, "I just arrived in Hanover and I don't know many people yet."
Thomas looked at Dong Qiangqiang for a few seconds, as if he wanted to tell whether he was telling the truth or a lie. After a few seconds, he suddenly said: "If you see him, tell me immediately."
"Yeah, okay. Officer."
"You can leave now." Thomas waved his hand, indicating that Dong Qiangqiang could leave, but Dong Qiangqiang sat on the chair and did not move at all.
"Do you have anything else?" Thomas asked curiously.
"Officer, what's the status of our case with Mueller? When will we get our money back?"
"There's no new progress yet," Thomas said impatiently, "We're all busy."
"Then all we can do is wait?"
"You can mediate on your own, or you can go to court to sue him."
"But we just want to get our money back, we don't want a lawsuit."
Thomas took a sip of water, turned over the official documents in front of him expressionlessly, and stopped answering Dong Qiangqiang's questions.
Dong Qiangqiang walked out of the police station without saying a word. His heart felt like a five-flavor bottle had been knocked over. He couldn't imagine whether Jin Yuan was really as Thomas analyzed.
He walked towards the station, suddenly remembered the text message he had just received, and quickly took out his mobile phone. At this moment, someone called him.
Dong Yiqing organized all the materials, put them in the suitcase, checked it again before locking it.
She put on a black slim-fitting professional suit, and she looked particularly capable and neat. There were just some red blood scabs on his cheeks and neck, which looked a little messy.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, put on thick foundation on her face and neck, and applied some concealer and whitening honey. The scars disappeared without a trace as if they had never appeared on her face.
After doing all this, she suddenly froze when she looked at herself in the mirror.
In front of Lu Wei was a lunch from the Han University cafeteria: a large chicken leg placed squarely on two taels of spaghetti bolognese, a plate of French fries, a vegetable salad, a few small tomatoes, and a bowl of mushroom soup. .
The lunch was sumptuous, but she didn't start it. She was on the phone: "Did you receive the text message I sent you?"
"Well, I was in a meeting just now, so I didn't have time to read it yet. What did you send?"
"They are the contact information of some students who have taken the Hannover University Preparatory Examination, but some people left their phone numbers, and some people gave their email addresses."
"That's great." Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help but be overjoyed, "There's no problem with the mailbox."
"That's all I can help you with," Lu Wei said softly, "Please hurry up and get in touch."
"You really helped me a lot." Dong Qiangqiang quickly thanked you, "I have to treat you to another meal..." As soon as the words came out, he suddenly remembered that the first product of hibiscus had been burned, and he spoke abruptly before finishing the sentence. The place stopped.
Before Lu Wei could speak, a dinner plate was placed opposite her, and then a short figure sat down: "Every time I see you, you are always on the phone and busy canvassing for votes?"
It was Yu Jianghai who spoke in a strange manner.
Seeing this, Lu Wei hurriedly hung up the phone. She neither answered his words nor refuted.
"Hey, we haven't seen each other for a few days and you're starting to act arrogant?" Yu Jianghai kept talking to Lu Wei, as if he was deliberately trying to anger her.
Lu Wei didn't even look at him. He stood up, picked up the dinner plate and left. Yu Jianghai grabbed the other end of her dinner plate: "Sit down. I have something to tell you."
The text message contained the names of five people and their contact information. Dong Qiangqiang saw the name of the fourth person at a glance: Duanmu Xinghao. His mind suddenly flashed to the young man who stood on the stage to share that night.
Duan Mu Xinghao left a mobile phone number, and Dong Qiangqiang dialed it. As soon as it rang, a German voice came from the receiver: "Hello?"
"Hello, my name is Dong Qiangqiang. I listened to your sharing in the student dormitory last Sunday night and was very inspired. I have some questions that I would like to ask you. Is it convenient for you?" Dong Qiangqiang hurriedly feared that the other party would reject him. He added, "It was Lu Wei who gave me your contact information."
When he heard that the other party was speaking Chinese and heard him mention the orientation party and Lu Wei's name, Duan Mu Xinghao immediately understood: "You are asking about the college preparatory exam, right?"
"That's right. Is it convenient for you to meet and communicate? I can go find you."
Duanmu Xinghao thought for a while: "Do you know the main building of the Department of Mathematics?"
"Know."
"Then let's meet at the entrance of the Mathematics Department at 14:30, but you have to hurry, I still have class at 15:00."
Lu Wei sat down reluctantly. She knew exactly what Yu Jianghai was going to say to her.
"If you have anything to say, just tell me quickly. I have classes in the afternoon." Lu Wei looked at the people lining up in the cafeteria and urged in a cold tone.
"Well, I won't beat around the bush," Yu Jianghai blinked, "Don't run for student union president. Give up."
The corner of Lu Wei's mouth twitched. She controlled her emotions and asked as calmly as possible: "Is it because you are afraid of losing the election again?"
"Absurd. When will I be afraid of running for election?" Yu Jianghai smiled contemptuously, "I am trying to persuade you for the sake of being a friend and not wanting you to lose too ugly. Don't go astray. think."
"Is this what you want to say?" Lu Wei didn't want to waste any more words with the other party, so he stood up to leave. Unexpectedly, as soon as her hand touched the plate, Yu Jianghai pushed her down on the table. This press was a bit heavy, and Lu Wei was shocked.
"Yu Jianghai, we are no longer boyfriend and girlfriend, please be respectful." Lu Wei said sternly.
Yu Jianghai rolled his eyes at her and withdrew his hand: "Don't be impulsive. Sit down and speak slowly."
"Last time you asked me to give up the campaign, I listened to you, but this time," Lu Wei left a row of teeth marks on his lower lip, "I won't make any mistakes again."
"I'll give you two choices." Yu Jianghai stretched out two fingers and said slowly, "I can get a job cleaning at the bank at the end of May or early June. The working hours are from 6 to 7 o'clock every morning. You don’t need to speak German, and it won’t affect your classes and exams. You can get 650 marks every month. Because it’s only one hour a day, the number of working days is only half a day, which means that half of the working days of your first-level tax card can be used every year. .This is a very good long-term job, I can give it to you."
After hearing the news, Lu Wei was tempted for a moment.
Seeing her standing still, Yu Jianghai understood something in his heart. He smiled slightly: "If you think this is not good enough, I can give you a second choice."
In less than twenty minutes, Dong Qiangqiang stood in front of the mathematics department building. Different from the main building of Han University, the building of the Department of Mathematics is a modern building.
