"Boss, what's the problem?" Wang Bin, who returned to Zhou Wensheng after making the call, saw Zhou Wensheng staring at Yan Shaojun with his good eyes, and couldn't help but be curious.
"Do you think he cried too sadly?" Zhou Wensheng looked at Yan Shaojun and said softly.
"Who doesn't cry when his wife dies..." Wang Bin stretched his neck and looked over Zhou Wensheng's shoulder into the hall.
"Then do you think Han Weiwei's death makes her parents sadder or her husband sadder?" Zhou Wensheng ignored Wang Bin's complaints, but stared at Yan Shaojun and asked another question.
"It should be his parents. After all, after raising him for more than twenty years, Yan Shaojun's feelings cannot be compared to anything else." Wang Bin saw that Zhou Wensheng didn't seem to be joking, and he quickly corrected his expression.
"Yes, look at Han Weiwei's mother, and then look at Han Weiwei's father," Wang Bin followed Zhou Wensheng's gaze and saw that the old woman had fainted from crying and collapsed on the ground, while Han Weiwei's father had red eyes. , speaking intermittently in a choked voice about missing Han Weiwei.
"Look at Yan Shaojun again." Zhou Wensheng paused and continued.
Wang Bin turned his attention to Yan Shaojun next to the crystal coffin. I saw him bursting into tears, crying so hard that he was out of breath, stamping his feet and beating his chest, wishing he could hit the crystal coffin and follow his beloved wife. If there wasn't someone beside him to help and stop him, he would probably have blood splattered on the spot.
"This..." Perhaps he was shocked by Yan Shaojun's reaction, but Wang Bin didn't know how to evaluate it for a while.
"Did you see it?" Zhou Wensheng whispered, pulling Wang Bin aside, "Generally, when a loved one dies, most people will not react because they are too sad, because the body has activated its autonomous protection function. In order to avoid He did something harmful to his body. Therefore, the reaction of Han Weiwei's parents is normal, and Yan Shaojun..." Zhou Wensheng paused, seeming to really consider his words, "His behavior was more like a performance. of."
"A performance?" Wang Bin stretched his neck again and looked into the hall, "According to our interview with Song Qiao yesterday, Yan Shaojun should be very affectionate towards Han Weiwei... How could it be..."
"So either Song Qiao lied, or Yan Shaojun hid it deeply enough." Zhou Wensheng snorted coldly, "It seems that we have to check Song Qiao's records carefully."
"Buzz...buzz..." A buzzing sound came. Wang Bin looked down, took two quick steps to the side, and answered the phone.
Wang Bin nodded repeatedly here, but his brows furrowed more and more tightly. Zhou Wensheng knew that there must be something wrong with Han Weiwei's case.
"Boss," Wang Bin returned to Zhou Wensheng after a while, his expression a little ugly.
"Please relatives and friends pay their respects to the remains." The host's voice came from the hall.
Zhou Wensheng took Wang Bin a few steps further, handed him a cigarette, and asked him to speak slowly.
"The police station in the jurisdiction has responded with news. There is nothing wrong with Han Weiwei at the scene. She should have committed suicide, but..." Wang Bin hesitated.
"What?" Zhou Wensheng looked back at the crowd moving counterclockwise in the farewell hall and asked in a low voice.
"There is a trainee police officer at the police station. He thinks there is something fishy about this case." Wang Bin continued.
"What's the reason?" A trainee police officer asked, which made Zhou Wensheng tense up.
It is true that veteran police officers have experience in handling cases, but sometimes these experiences tend to overlook some inconspicuous details, and these details sometimes become important basis for overturned cases.
"According to the trainee police officer, he received an alarm call from the Emgrand Building on February 15th, the day after the incident, saying that a piece of paper with a lot of transparent tape on it was found in the hotel's laundry room. The hotel staff was worried that it was related to the falling incident, so they called the police."
"Where are the sheets?" Zhou Wensheng frowned.
"The trainee police officer insisted on putting it into the evidence bag and storing it in the archives."
"Send farewell to the deceased!" The host's voice came again from the farewell hall, and at the same time, the mournful music also sounded again. Perhaps because the atmosphere was in place, there was a lot of crying in the farewell hall.
"Has a forensic autopsy been performed on Han Weiwei's body?" Zhou Wensheng's heart skipped a beat.
Seeing Han Zichuan holding Han Weiwei's portrait out of the farewell hall, this meant that Han Weiwei's body would be pushed into the incinerator soon, and it would not take long before it would be turned into a handful of ashes.
And if Han Weiwei had not performed a forensic autopsy, it is very likely that the real culprit who killed Han Weiwei would have been let go.
"I did it." Wang Bin's words made Zhou Wensheng's heart drop to the ground.
"It is said that Han Weiwei's mother did not believe that her daughter would commit suicide by jumping off a building, so Han Zichuan requested an autopsy." Wang Bin added.
"I don't believe that Han Weiwei would commit suicide by jumping off the building." Zhou Wensheng nodded. Zhou Wensheng admired the actions of Han Zichuan and his wife, and at the same time, he became more certain of his guess.
Han Weiwei will never commit suicide by jumping off a building!
Especially on your wedding day!
"Why are you here?" As the farewell ceremony for the body ended, everyone who came to express condolences also walked out of the farewell hall one after another. Liu Fujun put a hand on his shoulder.
"School...Principal..." I was put on the shoulder from behind at the crematorium. No one would believe me if I said I wasn't afraid.
Liu Fujun turned around tremblingly, and the face of the president of Hu University came into view. Liu Fujun felt a scratch on his back, and a layer of white hair sweat appeared on his back.
"Didn't I ask you to stay at the school to receive the leaders of the municipal bureau? Why did you come here?" Chen Zhimin, the president of Huda, was not angry.
"It was the leader of the city bureau who asked me to bring them here..." Facing Chen Zhimin, Liu Fujun was more or less timid.
He is just an idle vice-principal who usually acts like a transparent person at school. He has almost no chance to talk to Chen Zhimin. It is precisely because of this that Liu Fujun feels uneasy when he is face to face with Chen Zhimin at such a close distance. A little panicked.
"Didn't you ask about Song Qiao and Liu Peng? What are you doing here?" Chen Zhimin obviously didn't believe Liu Fujun's words.
"I...I don't know..." Facing Chen Zhimin's question, Liu Fujun suddenly became nervous.
It was rare for Chen Zhimin to give himself such an arduous task of receiving the leaders of the municipal bureau. He thought that if he received the leaders well, he could make a good impression on Chen Zhimin and move closer to the center of power in the future. Unexpectedly, he was now clumsy and tongue-tied. , he couldn’t even explain why he appeared at the crematorium.
"Okay, okay," Chen Zhimin looked around smartly and found that there were no people from the Han family or the Yan family around, and then softened his expression slightly, "They came without uniforms, right?"
"No...no." Liu Fujun replied hurriedly.
"That's fine. Let me tell you, these two families are both well-known people. The police came to the farewell ceremony. If others find out, what will happen? Take them away quickly!" After Chen Zhimin gave a scolding with a dark face, Then he turned around and left.
When Liu Fujun saw Chen Zhimin leaving, he quickly turned around and looked for Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin, but he couldn't find anyone.
