"In the sky and on the earth, it's like seeing a ghost if you don't get rejected." Song Qiao glanced at Zhou Wensheng and took the cigarette from Zhou Wensheng. Song Qiao picked up the lighter on the table and lit it skillfully, took a deep breath, and then continued, "Who is Yan Shaojun? He is the second generation of rich people. His family's assets are not only worth hundreds of millions, but they still have tens of millions. The Han family has much more assets than the Yan family, and they are truly matched. How could Zheng Yu, a girl from an ordinary family, be able to catch Yan Shaojun's eye?"
"Yes," Zhou Wensheng nodded, "But, having said that, if Yan Shaojun hadn't rejected him on the spot, Liu Peng wouldn't have been able to pursue Zheng Yu." Zhou Wensheng paused and took a sip of tea, "Listening to your description, you Are you familiar with Yan Shaojun?"
"It's out of the question. He is a rich young man, and I can't reach him." Song Qiao lowered his eyes, dusted the cigarette ashes in the ashtray, and then seemed to remember something, and continued, "I am also a university student. I did some things with him in the student union when I was a kid, but there was nothing else we had in common."
"That's it." Zhou Wensheng seemed a little unfinished, his eyes still looked at Song Qiao with interest, and asked, "Then do you know Liu Yan?"
After Zhou Wensheng finished speaking, Song Qiao was slightly stunned. Various complex emotions flashed across his eyes instantly, and the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily. After a moment, he raised his eyes, looked at Zhou Wensheng, and said: "You Are you talking about Liu Peng's sister? We met once when we were in college, but we're not very familiar with her."
"Then do you think there's anything strange about these siblings?" Zhou Wensheng probed further.
"Being siblings, it's normal for them to be intimate. It's not weird at all." Song Qiao quickly replied without even thinking about it.
Zhou Wensheng looked at Song Qiao and nodded lightly, then he took out Zheng Yu's photo, handed it to Song Qiao, and said: "Finally, I would like to ask you to help identify him to see if this person is the Liu you mentioned. Peng’s girlfriend—Zheng Yu.”
Song Qiao took the photo, glanced at it, and let out a startled "ouch". He jumped up from the stool, with a face full of fear, and stepped back continuously. His stiff and straight arms trembled, and he pointed at the photo thrown on the coffee table, knotted. Baba said: "She...how...how did she become like this!"
"What's it like?" Zhou Wensheng looked at the panicked Song Qiao with a cold look.
"She...she...how does she look so much like Han Weiwei!" Song Qiao seemed to have seen a ghost.
"Are you sure this is Zheng Yu who looks like Han Weiwei and not Han Weiwei?"
Although Zhou Wensheng has never met Han Weiwei in person, he has just seen Han Weiwei's wedding photos. In his opinion, the two people are almost identical, but judging from Song Qiao's reaction, he can obviously recognize the difference between the two people at a glance. In other words, Song Qiao is very familiar with these two people. It's not as "not familiar" as he just said.
Zhou Wensheng originally thought that Song Qiao would pick up the photo and identify it carefully after listening to his words, but Song Qiao kept backing away and said tremblingly: "It's her! It's definitely Zheng Yu! I can recognize her even when she turns to ashes!"
Song Qiao's abnormal reaction made Zhou Wensheng's heart skip a beat, but seeing Song Qiao's current state, Zhou Wensheng knew that even if he asked again, he probably wouldn't be able to get anything out of it.
Zhou Wensheng glanced at Wang Bin, and his eyes fell on the notebook on Wang Bin's lap. Wang Bin understood, put away the photos on the table, and handed the completed records in front of Song Qiao.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Song. Please check the record to see if there is anything different from your statement. If not, please sign."
Before Wang Bin could finish speaking, he quickly grabbed the record book, turned to the last page, and signed his name.
"Then we won't disturb you." Zhou Wensheng stood up and led Wang Bin to the door.
"Two police officers, walk slowly, walk slowly." Perhaps he was embarrassed by his gaffe just now. Although he was still a little flustered, Song Qiao still tried his best to smile and sent the two of them out the door.
"Bang!" The door closed, and the room instantly became deathly silent.
Song Qiao sat slumped on the sofa, his mind filled with the photo that Zhou Wensheng showed him just now.
In the photo, Zheng Yu's mouth corners were slightly raised and his eyes were closed, as if he was in a sweet dream.
But he knew that Zheng Yu was not asleep, but dead.
With trembling hands, he took out a cigarette and put it into his mouth, but the lighter seemed to be possessed and couldn't light up.
A frustrated Song Qiao turned the flame to the highest setting.
"Rubbing!" Flames suddenly appeared, and Song Qiao felt a burning pain in his right eyebrow. When he reached out to touch it, he felt a burning pain in his eyebrow bone.
"Dang, Dang!" Before the curse could be uttered, there was a knock on the door that had just been closed.
Song Qiao calmed down and opened the door.
"Mr. Song," Wang Bin stood at the door with a smile, "I'm really sorry, I forgot to leave you a police and citizen contact card." After saying that, a card with Zhou Wensheng's mobile phone number and office phone number printed on it was handed to Song. In front of the bridge.
"If there is any news about Liu Peng, please contact us as soon as possible." After saying that, Wang Bin left without waiting for Song Qiao's response.
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"How's it going?" Zhou Wensheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, put his arm on the window, and smoke was rising from the cigarette between his fingers.
"Boss, you are really amazing! How did you know that something would happen to that kid?!" Wang Bin opened the car door and got in with excitement.
Zhou Wensheng took a puff of cigarette calmly and looked through the front windshield towards the window of Song Qiao's house. After a moment, he asked softly: "What happened to him?"
"The boy's right eyebrow seemed to be half burned. When I saw it, the skin was red, and there was the smell of burning hair in the air, and his face didn't look natural." Wang Bin recalled carefully. .
"Well," Zhou Wen Sheng nodded, "Let's drive, it's getting late, find a place to have dinner, and let's chat while eating." Looking at the empty windows of Song Qiao's house upstairs with dim light, Zhou Wen Sheng Feeling a little hungry.
"Boss, we have to order a midnight snack." Wang Bin laughed at himself and drove out of the community.
Zhou Wensheng sat in the passenger seat and carefully read through the transcript of the interview he had just made with Song Qiao. He recalled every detail of Song Qiao's movements and expressions in his mind, and recorded those fleeting moments in his small notebook with his right hand. Thoughts.
First, according to Song Qiao's description, the relationship between Zheng Yu and Liu Peng is that Zheng Yu controls Liu Peng, Zheng Yu is the PUA perpetrator, and Liu Peng is the victim.
Second, there was a "small conflict" between Song Qiao and Liu Peng that he did not want to mention, and this "small conflict" was definitely not as simple as borrowing money as Song Qiao said.
Third, Liu Peng had something that made Song Qiao fearful.
Fourth, Zheng Yu encouraged Liu Peng to borrow money to open a teahouse.
It’s a tea house again. Zhou Wensheng put a big exclamation point behind this point.
Fifth, Songqiao is not as poor as he said. The watch he wears is worth hundreds of thousands. The thin cashmere sweater on her body is also high-end. There is also the scent of perfume hidden in the smell of shredded tobacco. It has a low-key and restrained taste that ordinary perfumes cannot have.
Sixth, the person Zheng Yu likes is not Liu Peng, but Yan Shaojun. But the confession was rejected on the spot.
Seventh, judging from Song Qiao's reaction to Zheng Yu's photo, he seems to know that Zheng Yu is dead.
Eighth, Zheng Yu and Han Weiwei look almost identical.
Ninth, he was so familiar with Han Weiwei and Zheng Yu that he could identify them at a glance.
Tenth, on the day Zheng Yu died, Yan Shaojun and Han Weiwei held a wedding.
Eleventh, he denied that he was familiar with Liu Yan.
Twelfth, he seems to know everything about the problems between Liu Yan and Liu Peng. But he chose to hide it.
After writing this, Zhou Wensheng closed the book, closed his eyes, and leaned on the backrest.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the pen on the table, and wrote quickly in the small book——
Thirteenth, regarding Zheng Yu, whether Zheng Yu lied or Lu Xiaohan lied.
After finishing writing, Zhou Wensheng took a long breath and looked out the car window at the sleeping city.
The first impression Song Qiao gave him when he opened the door and the storyteller appearance of Song Qiao during the subsequent conversation alternately appeared in Zhou Wensheng's mind.
Which one is the true appearance of Song Bridge?
