"Boss, what do you mean, Song Qiao was related to Zheng Yu's death?" Wang Bin closed Zhou Wensheng's notebook and returned it to Zhou Wensheng, then stood up, pried open two bottles of carbonated drinks, and placed them on the table.
It was too late, and almost all restaurants were closed. The two of them only settled at a barbecue stall near the city bureau, where they could make a meal.
Zhou Wensheng put his notebook away, picked up the skewers the boss had just served, took a bite, and said, "We never mentioned Zheng Yu's death to him from the beginning to the end, but when he saw the photo, he seemed to have seen it. It’s like he’s a ghost. If you say that he had nothing to do with Zheng Yu’s death, I don’t believe it.”
"Perhaps he was frightened by Zheng Yu's appearance?" Wang Bin picked up a meat skewer and gnawed it clean in two or three mouthfuls. "After all, Zheng Yu's face is so similar to Han Weiwei's."
"He said that he recognized Zheng Yu even when he turned into ashes, so Song Qiao must be very familiar with Zheng Yu, so familiar that he could tell with just one glance that it was Zheng Yu in the photo, not Han Weiwei..." Zhou Wensheng suddenly froze, a The thought flashed through his mind, so that the hand reaching for the plate directly grabbed the meat, and the hot oil on the meat made him grin.
"Be careful..." Wang Bin sighed and handed over the tissue, "Oh, how can I eat the freshly grilled meat skewers if you grab them like this..."
"Don't eat it!" Zhou Wensheng wiped the oil from his hands and frowned, "You answer a question for me first. Once you answer it, I will ask the boss to bake another one for you."
"Say it!" Kebabs were extremely tempting to Wang Bin. He put down the stick in his hand and looked at Zhou Wensheng seriously.
"You have also seen Han Weiwei's wedding photos. If it were you, could you tell at a glance which one is Zheng Yu and which one is Han Weiwei?" Zhou Wensheng's face was extremely solemn.
"This..." Wang Bin was a little embarrassed.
He had seen the photo, and Zheng Yu's appearance was almost engraved in his mind, but even so, he was still not sure he could recognize who it was at a glance.
"Okay, let's change the angle." Wang Bin's reaction was as expected by Zhou Wensheng. He calmly sorted out Wang Bin's thoughts, "If you already knew that Zheng Yu was dead, under what circumstances would you Can you confirm at a glance that it is Zheng Yu and not Han Weiwei in the photo?"
"Unless...unless..." Wang Bin clasped his head, unable to do anything.
"Unless he knows Han Weiwei's current situation!" Wang Bin's eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted excitedly.
"Okay, as you said, Song Qiao knows about Han Weiwei's current situation, so how recent is her current situation?" Zhou Wensheng took the question one step further.
"At least one day ago." Wang Bin thought for a while and said.
"Han Weiwei is Yan Shaojun's newlywed wife, why are she so close to Song Qiao?" Zhou Wensheng looked at Wang Bin and took a sip of his drink, "Besides, there is such a huge difference in status between the two..."
"Are you saying there is an ulterior secret between these two people?" Wang Bin looked at Zhou Wensheng in disbelief.
"It's impossible... According to Song Qiao's description, Han Weiwei should be considered rich and beautiful, with a rich family and a rich and affectionate husband. How could she get involved with Song Qiao..." Wang Bin quickly Overturned his own inference just now.
"Maybe we need to go to Huzhou University tomorrow." After Zhou Wensheng finished speaking, he called the boss and handed the cold skewers on the table to the boss and asked him to help heat them.
"There is one more question." Zhou Wensheng continued after seeing his boss turn around and enter the room, "What role did Song Qiao play in the relationship between Liu Yan and Liu Peng?"
"This is easy to check," Wang Bin looked over Zhou Wensheng's shoulder and went straight to the oven not far behind Zhou Wensheng. The cold meat skewers were re-brushed with oil and sizzling on the charcoal fire.
Wang Bin swallowed his saliva and continued: "There is no airtight wall in this world. No matter how well you hide it, there will always be things you miss. Tomorrow I will arrange for someone to investigate the interpersonal network of Liu Yan and Song Qiao. Boss, please Add two portions of toasted buns!”
In the dark blue night sky, the rising smoke enveloped Wang Bin's voice, adding a lot of human smoke to the night.
Zhou Wensheng's nerves, which had been tense all day, fell into the night mixed with the scent of meat at this moment.
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Huzhou University is a comprehensive university located on Cuiwei Mountain in Huzhou City. The antique teaching buildings are located along the mountain and are well-proportioned. Begonias, white plums, cherry blossoms and magnolias, some are arranged in rows along the road, while others stretch their branches in the open space in front of and behind the teaching building. The spring breeze blows, and some flowers that bloomed early tremble gently in the breeze. Looking around, it is full of spring.
The scenery in front of him made Zhou Wensheng feel refreshed after a long night's sleep.
"Is this Officer Zhou?" A middle-aged man in a black suit hurried over to greet Zhou Wensheng who had just arrived at the school gate. "I am Liu Fujun, the vice president of Hunan University. You can just call me Xiao Liu. We received a call from your office early this morning, and the principal specially sent me to receive you two. If you have any needs, please feel free to ask."
While talking, Liu Fujun led Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin to a semi-open campus minibus. He opened the half-open door, raised his hand and said, "Please, please, let's go to the office for details." talk."
Zhou Wensheng nodded and got on the minibus with Wang Bin. Liu Fujun closed the door and sat in the row in front of them.
The minibus started slowly. Zhou Wensheng looked at the youthful college students passing by and the small sea of flowers that popped up from time to time. He couldn't help but admired: "The spring of Hunan University is exactly the same as what is described in poetry books."
"That's natural." A trace of pride flashed across Liu Fujun's face, "This is decades of hard work. These trees," he raised his hand, pointed to a patch of white plum trees not far away, and said, "are the fruits of the Republic of China." Planted during this period, they have witnessed the growth of Huda and have become the most famous attractions of Huda.”
"If Officer Zhou is not in a hurry, you can have a meal at the White Plum Villa in Area C of our school at noon, try our Huda food, and you can also watch the sea of white plum blossoms that are in full bloom in the school." As Liu Fujun spoke, the minibus Stopped in front of a small building with an Anhui style building.
"Please." Liu Fujun took the lead and jumped out of the minibus, opened the door for Zhou Wensheng, and raised his hand to greet the small building door.
Stepping into the small building, Zhou Wensheng felt as if he had entered another world. The small building was unusually quiet.
"Isn't today a working day? Why is it so quiet?" Zhou Wensheng followed Liu Fujun and walked forward.
"Oh, what a coincidence, today is supposed to be the day when our principal should receive you two personally, but today is also the day when Han Weiwei, the daughter of our school's most outstanding alumnus, Han Zichuan, bids farewell. So..."
"What did you say?" Liu Fujun's words shocked Zhou Wensheng. His iron-like hands grabbed Liu Fujun who was about to open the door and enter the house. "Han Weiwei is dead? Is it Han Weiwei, Yan Shaojun's wife?"
