"Yes...yes..." Liu Fujun was so frightened by Zhou Wensheng that he stuttered a little.
"Quick! Take us there quickly!" Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but said, giving Wang Bin a look. The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, set up Liu Fujun and rushed out of the small building.
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Huzhou City Crematorium.
In the crematorium's largest, most luxuriously decorated, and most expensive body farewell hall, a man wearing a pure black suit stood at the door. With the support of two men, he reluctantly shook hands with the guests who came to express their condolences.
The sorrow on his face, the crystal tears in his eyes, and the red eyes all silently told his endless sorrow.
"He is Han Weiwei's husband, Yan Shaojun." Liu Fujun, standing not far away, introduced Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin in a low voice.
Zhou Wensheng looked in the direction of Liu Fujun's finger. Although his whole person was shrouded in sadness, he could still see that he was an elite person who was usually as beautiful as a tree. Zhou Wensheng nodded and said, "Sure enough, he looks great." Then he paused for a moment, lowered his voice and said to Liu Fujun, "Don't reveal our identity to him for the time being."
"Okay, okay." Although he didn't know what medicine Zhou Wensheng was selling in his gourd, Liu Fujun still nodded and agreed.
"My condolences." Liu Fujun led the two of them towards Yan Shaojun, stretched out his hand and comforted in a low voice.
"Thank you, thank you." Yan Shaojun suppressed his tears, his throat so choked that he could hardly hear his voice.
A huge crystal coffin is placed in the center of the room. There are flowers in the crystal coffin. A beautiful lady wearing a thin black gauze dress is lying among the flowers, her eyes are slightly closed, and a black gauze wide-brimmed hat is tilted. On the head of a beautiful woman, there is gentleness and nobility.
Although Zhou Wensheng knew that the faces of Han Weiwei and Zheng Yu were almost identical, when he saw Han Weiwei in the crystal coffin, he was still stunned.
Like, it’s really similar.
It is simply carved out of the same mold!
The two people are so similar, how did Song Qiao recognize them?
The scene when Song Qiao saw Zheng Yu's photo appeared in Zhou Wensheng's mind again.
He quietly tugged on Liu Fujun's cuffs, gesturing for him to take a step to speak.
"What's wrong?" Liu Fujun glanced at Yan Shaojun not far away and whispered.
"How did Han Weiwei die?" Zhou Wensheng had a conjecture in his heart that made his hair stand on end. He needed to get confirmation from Liu Fujun.
"Alas," Liu Fujun sighed, "It's pitiful that Han Weiwei fell to her death on her wedding day. On such a high roof, Han Weiwei's whole head was almost shattered. That scene..."
really!
Zhou Wensheng's heart skipped a beat. That terrible suspicion was confirmed, and Zhou Wensheng felt a little lumpy in his throat.
Song Qiao could recognize at a glance that the person in the photo was Zheng Yu and not Han Weiwei, not because he had a close personal relationship with Han Weiwei! But he had seen with his own eyes Han Weiwei who fell to her death from a high altitude!
But why didn't he mention it?
He had obviously mentioned that he attended the wedding, but why didn't he mention that the bride, Han Weiwei, fell to her death?
He left early, don’t you know?
If he didn't know, then why did he conclude at a glance that it was Zheng Yu and not Han Weiwei in the photo?
Also, why did he look like he had seen a ghost when he saw the photo.
What is he hiding...
"Where did they hold the wedding?" Zhou Wensheng grabbed Liu Fujun's arm, scaring Liu Fujun so much that he trembled all over.
"The revolving restaurant on the top floor of the Dihao Building."
"Moment of silence! Play music!" As soon as Liu Fujun finished speaking, the host's deep, full and solemn voice rang in everyone's ears.
Zhou Wensheng grabbed Wang Bin by the waist and slipped out through the small door on the side.
"Boss, what's wrong?" Wang Bin's voice was almost drowned in the sound of mourning music.
"Quickly, call home and ask someone to check the surveillance video of the Dihao Building revolving restaurant on February 14th with the procedures. We must find out all Song Qiao's movements." Zhou Wensheng gave the order crisply.
Wang Bin took the phone and walked a few steps away, talking in a low voice.
Zhou Wensheng hid in the corner of the wall in the lee of the wall and lit a match. The smell of burning tobacco made Zhou Wensheng's thoughts clearer little by little.
Judging from the current situation, Song Qiao concealed Han Weiwei's death, but what was his purpose of concealing it?
Do you think there is no need to mention it?
Or are you subconsciously trying to remove yourself from this matter?
Han Weiwei fell to her death on her wedding day. Was it suicide or homicide?
If it is suicide, then two young women with the same face choose to commit suicide on the same day. What is hidden behind this?
If it was a homicide, who was the murderer?
Thinking of this, Zhou Wensheng turned around and looked into the hall from the side door. Rows of black suits were neatly arranged, and everyone had a more or less sad look on their faces. The entire farewell hall looked solemn and sad.
Zhou Wensheng looked around and saw Yan Shaojun among the many black suits who was shaking all over from crying and could not stand up.
Next to Yan Shaojun, there was a pair of white-haired people, but at first glance they were old people with high status. Zhou Wensheng guessed that they should be Han Weiwei's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Han Zichuan.
Han Weiwei's father Han Zichuan's eyes were red and his body was shaking slightly. Han Weiwei's mother's face was full of tears and her body fell to the ground involuntarily. The female family members on the side tried to lift her up, but in vain.
Zhou Wensheng sighed silently in his heart. It is a great misfortune in life to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person. How can others empathize with the pain involved?
"Boss, they have already gone to the Dihao Building." Wang Bin came back from the phone call and walked to Zhou Wensheng and whispered.
"Well," Zhou Wensheng nodded, rubbed his numb face, regained his composure, and continued, "Call back to the police station in the area where the Dihao Building is located and ask them about the police situation. In particular, ask clearly, in Is there anything suspicious about the death scene of Han Weiwei, and whether Han Weiwei committed suicide or committed suicide."
"Yes." Wang Bin turned and left again.
"Please ask the relatives of the deceased to give a eulogy." As Wang Bin walked away, the mourning music came to an end. The host turned down the sound of the sad music and announced the next segment.
"Dad, let me go." Yan Shaojun helped Han Zichuan stand up tremblingly.
"Good boy, I know your feelings for Weiwei, but I am her father, so let me see her off for the last time." Han Zichuan wiped the corners of his eyes, patted Yan Shaojun's hand gently, suppressed his grief, and continued Passed the microphone handed over by the host.
"Dear relatives and friends, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend my daughter's farewell ceremony..." Although Han Zichuan's voice was choked and his hand holding the microphone was shaking, Zhou Wensheng could still feel a strong breath. The scene is coming.
Looking at Yan Shaojun on the side, he had already burst into tears looking at the crystal coffin.
