"Her name is Zheng Yu. Your employee Cao Yueyue once remitted one million to her. We are here to investigate this matter." Zhou Wensheng stared at Yan Shaojun and said, "Why, does this person look similar to Mrs. Yan?"
"It's so similar..." Yan Shaojun burst into tears.
But a trace of panic flashed in Zhou Wensheng's eyes.
"I'm very sorry for causing Mr. Yan sadness." Zhou Wensheng took the photo in Yan Shaojun's hand, looked at the photo, glanced at Yan Shaojun again, and said, "This was also a poor girl. When she died, she had a fetus in her belly. Just four months.”
"Fetus?!" Yan Shaojun screamed with his eyes widened.
"Plop la la!" Yan Shaojun's scream frightened the sleeping peacocks on the side, and they flapped their wings and ran away deep into the flowers.
"Mr. Yan?" Zhou Wensheng looked at Yan Shaojun calmly.
"Oh, oh oh." Zhou Wensheng's question made Yan Shaojun realize his gaffe, and he quickly laughed twice and said awkwardly, "I just, I just feel that since I already have a child, why would I choose to die..."
"I didn't say she committed suicide." Zhou Wensheng looked at Yan Shaojun with amusement and said quietly.
"I...I was just guessing," Yan Shaojun's mouth twitched unconsciously.
"Mr. Yan really doesn't know Zheng Yu?" Zhou Wensheng glanced at the photo, then raised his eyes and met Yan Shaojun's gaze.
"Officer Zhou, what do you mean?" Yan Shaojun's face instantly became serious, and his cold attitude instantly condensed into an invisible wall between the two of them.
"Are you doubting me? Doubt that I killed the woman in the photo?" Yan Shaojun was so angry that his whole body was trembling, and his sad and pale cheeks were now red with anger.
"Mr. Yan, calm down." Zhou Wensheng glanced at Yan Shaojun calmly, "I don't mean anything, it's just a routine inquiry." After saying that, Zhou Wensheng poured a cup of tea by himself, "Since I don't know Mr. Yan, then I won’t bother you. We’ve already asked you almost everything about Cao Yueyue. We’ll go back after we get the video. Do you two have anything else to add?”
Yan Shaojun frowned and said stiffly: "No."
Wu Ke glanced at Yan Shaojun and shook his head.
"Then please take a look at the records to see if there are any discrepancies. If not, please sign at the back." Wang Bin said, handing over the transcript.
After a brief look, the two signed their names.
"By the way." Zhou Wensheng retracted his foot that was just about to leave, looked at Yan Shaojun and said, "Since Mr. Yan has entrusted me with Mrs. Yan's case, I want to go to the first scene to see it. Mr. Yan doesn't mind, right? "
"Then I'll ask Manager Hu to accompany you two up. I'm really..." There was still a look of sullenness on his face just now, but when Han Weiwei's case was mentioned, Yan Shaojun choked up and couldn't speak.
"I understand." Zhou Wensheng patted Yan Shaojun on the shoulder, "As long as Manager Hu is here."
Yan Shaojun nodded, motioned to Wu Ke to accompany the two of them to leave Sunshine Garden, and conveyed his intention.
…………
Standing on the roof of the Emgrand Building, Zhou Wensheng felt that his ears were filled with the whistling wind.
Zhou Wensheng motioned to Wang Bin to look around to see if he could find anything. He leaned next to Hu Menglin, the manager of the public relations department, and asked about Cao Yueyue's situation.
"Cao Yueyue..." Hu Menglin recalled for a moment, "Speaking of which, Cao Yueyue is a pretty good girl."
"Why is this good?" Hearing the different comments from Hu Menglin and Wu Ke, Zhou Wensheng instantly became energetic.
"There are not many girls like her who are beautiful, kind-hearted, and carefree. They are down-to-earth and conscientious in their work, hardworking and don't complain, and they don't care about colleagues."
"Manager Hu thinks very highly of her!" Zhou Wensheng said with a smile.
"Of course, what leader wouldn't like such an employee?" Hu Menglin smiled like a flower.
"Especially the PR department with so many beauties." Hu Menglin added.
"How do you say this?" Zhou Wensheng didn't quite understand what Hu Menglin meant.
"Haven't Officer Zhou heard of the saying, three women, one drama? The more women there are, the more tiring it will be to manage them. Sometimes, for a little profit, a person can have eight hundred tricks, but... This Cao Yueyue will always be a little transparent without any competition or competition, and I don’t have to worry about it at all. Of course I like such employees!"
"Manager Hu, aren't you worried that this little girl will steal your limelight one day?" Zhou Wensheng took out the matches and cigarette case, "Do you mind?"
"Officer Zhou, please." Hu Menglin shook her head.
With a click, the match was lit, and the smell of burning sulfur made Zhou Wensheng feel comfortable all over.
"Cao Yueyue is beautiful, I admit it." Hu Menglin said with a slight smile, "But she has no background, no backing, no education, and no knowledge of the twists and turns of interpersonal relationships. If she wants to climb up, it is as good as reaching the sky." Hu Menglin paused. After a pause, he continued, "I'm not boasting, but the position of public relations manager is really not something everyone can do."
Looking at Hu Menglin, who was talking eloquently in front of him, who was warm and friendly but not too intimate, and who had a perfect sense of how to deal with others, Zhou Wensheng had to admit that she was right.
Not everyone can do this job.
"Can I ask about Cao Yueyue's income?"
"Only three or four thousand." Hu Menglin thought for a while and said.
Three or four thousand. Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but frown.
Even if it's four thousand a month, even if you don't eat or drink, it will take you nearly 21 years to save one million.
It seemed that the one million that Cao Yueyue transferred to Zheng Yu had another source.
In this way, Cao Yueyue is a middleman.
So is she simply a tool being used, or is she an insider?
If she was just a tool, then who would be the person who took advantage of her?
If she was an insider, then why did she transfer the money to Zheng Yu?
Zhou Wensheng couldn't figure it out for a while. He decided to let it go for the time being and ask about Han Weiwei's case first.
"Manager Hu, can you tell me what happened on February 14th?"
"That day..." Hu Menglin glanced at the brand-new guardrail not far away with lingering fear, and said, "That day was our Mr. Yan's big day. Everyone was very busy and very happy. After all, in our opinion, Mr. Yan and Mrs. Yan is just like the hero and heroine who came out of a novel. Their appearance, family background, and talents are simply a match made in heaven. It is even happier to witness such a lover entering the marriage hall than to get married ourselves. "
"But the busiest one is probably our public relations department. Almost everyone is too busy to keep their feet off the floor. I always follow Mr. Yan and his wife to greet and send them off. After all, Mrs. Yan's mental state has just recovered. , it is still not suitable to be tired, so Mr. Yan asked me to take care of him personally. When the guests arrived, Mr. Yan asked me to take Mrs. Yan to the guest room for a while, and then put on the main wedding dress and prepare for the ceremony. "
"But as soon as I sent Mrs. Yan into the guest room, I received a call from Mr. Yan, saying that the president of his university was here and asked me to greet him. Then I left in a hurry, and called the makeup artist to tell him The house number of Mrs. Yan’s guest room.”
"Later, when I saw Mrs. Yan again, she collapsed in front of the building gate with her face changed beyond recognition..."
After Hu Menglin finished speaking, she shivered involuntarily.
"Can you identify the specific location?" Zhou Wensheng frowned and put out the cigarette butt in the portable ashtray he carried with him.
"Please follow me." Hu Menglin hesitated for a moment, but still led Zhou Wensheng towards the edge.
"This is it." Hu Menglin pointed down through the protective fence.
Zhou Wensheng held the guardrail with his hands and looked around. The cars and people on the ground downstairs looked like toys, and the green plants on both sides looked like they were made of building blocks.
Zhou Wensheng felt an urge to jump down.
"Officer Zhou." Hu Menglin's voice came from behind, "Officer Zhou, it's better not to get too close. Be careful of the high-position phenomenon."
Zhou Wensheng took two steps back and then suppressed the impulse in his heart.
"Wang Bin, take two photos from this position." Zhou Wensheng called over Wang Bin, who was bending aside and observing the ground carefully, and pointed to the place where he was standing just now.
"I heard that the police found Mrs. Yan's suicide note at that time?"
"Yes," Hu Menglin nodded and pointed to the side. "When we rushed to the top of the building, there was only a pair of embroidered wedding shoes over there, and the suicide note was placed under the shoes."
"Where was the wedding held?" Zhou Wensheng asked thoughtfully, looking at Wang Bin's busy back.
"The revolving restaurant on the first floor below the Sunshine Garden."
"Boss." Wang Bin returned to Zhou Wensheng and gently shook his phone to indicate that the photo and evidence collection work was completed.
Zhou Wensheng met Wang Bin's eyes with questioning eyes.
Wang Bin frowned and shook his head slightly.
Zhou Wensheng understood that Wang Bin was telling him that the roof of this building was too clean and no useful clues were found.
Zhou Wensheng was a little disappointed.
After thinking for a moment, Zhou Wensheng looked at Hu Menglin and asked, "Is there another passage from the restaurant to the roof?"
"In addition to the sightseeing elevator we just took, there are two freight elevators and fire escape stairs, all of which can reach here."
"Mr. Hu, please take us to have a look."
Hearing that there were other passages, Zhou Wensheng felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.
