The two followed Hu Menglin to the door of the stairwell.
Hu Menglin took the badge she wore on her chest and shook it in the induction area near the iron door handle. Then she made a "didi" sound. Door.
"Silly boy! Help!" Zhou Wensheng slapped Wang Bin on the head.
Wang Bin hurriedly put the notebook under his arm and pressed his broad shoulders against the door.
Squeaky--
The iron door was pushed open a crack with difficulty.
The sun shines into the stairwell through the gaps, and you can vaguely see some dust rolling in the air.
"Is this door always so difficult to open?" Zhou Wensheng asked with a frown.
"No." Hu Menglin patted the invisible dust on her sleeves and smiled slightly, "Just a few days ago, I heard the sanitation aunt complaining in the tea room that the door of the escape passage on the top floor was too difficult to open. So It’s a tall building, so if something happens, you won’t be able to escape.”
"It's hard to pinpoint the specific date, do you know?" Zhou Wensheng vaguely felt that this door had something to do with the case he was investigating.
"This is hard for you." Hu Menglin smiled apologetically, "You also know that something happened to Mrs. Yan at the wedding not long ago. In the following days, in order to cooperate with the police comrades at the police station to find out the facts, the Yan Group Everyone is so busy up and down, I really don’t know when this door broke down.”
"That means that this door is good before the wedding?" Zhou Wensheng keenly grasped the time point in Hu Menglin's words.
"That's for sure." Hu Menglin nodded, "In order for our Mr. Yan and Mrs. Yan's wedding to be foolproof, we carefully checked all the elevators, stairs, safety passages, fire alarms, and video surveillance in the Dihao Building. If there was a problem with this door at that time, it would have been repaired as soon as possible. How could it still be there today?"
"As the cleaning lady said, if something happens to such a high building, you won't be able to escape." Hu Menglin paused and added.
"Then you didn't find anyone to fix it after you found out?" Zhou Wensheng sucked in his stomach and "slid" along the crack of the door into the stairwell.
"It has been reported for repair, but as you know, a large company like Yan's has always been efficient in big things, but often has cumbersome procedures in small things."
Zhou Wensheng nodded.
The stairwell was kept very clean. It can almost be described as spotless.
Zhou Wensheng felt a little disappointed.
The cleaner it is, the less likely it is to find clues.
He turned on the flashlight on his phone, and a beam of white light illuminated the stairwell.
Shake the phone and follow the light beam with your eyes to scan every corner.
Suddenly, a small flash of light flashed in the corner of Zhou Wensheng's eyes.
"Wang Bin, bring your flashlight over here." Zhou Wensheng waved behind him.
Wang Bin held up a flashlight, followed Zhou Wensheng's cat in the corner, and squatted down.
A small badge was stuck between the door axis and the corner of the wall, reflecting the light of the flashlight.
Zhou Wensheng took out his gloves from his pocket and put them on, then carefully took out the badge.
"Black-hearted coneflower!" Wang Bin blurted out after seeing the badge clearly.
"What?" Zhou Wensheng frowned, held the badge in front of the flashlight, and looked at it carefully.
This is a golden badge in the shape of a double chrysanthemum. The center of the chrysanthemum is composed of several black diamonds, which shine dazzlingly under the light.
"What do you think this is?" Zhou Wensheng asked, holding the badge in front of Wang Bin.
"This is the award-winning medal from a national documentary photography competition called 'Yu Guang' at the end of last year." Wang Bin took the badge with gloves on and carefully put it into the evidence bag he carried with him.
"Photography contest?" Zhou Wensheng thought for a moment and then asked, "Is it the one you paid attention to every day at the end of last year?"
"Yes! That's it!" Wang Bin's eyes flashed with excitement.
"Take it back." Zhou Wensheng nodded, having some ideas in his mind.
After that, he stood up, held up the flashlight and looked at other corners. Except for a one-meter-high trash can at the corner under a flight of stairs, there was nothing there.
"That trash can..." Zhou Wensheng turned around and looked at Hu Menglin not far behind him.
"Oh, that trash can has always been there. It is used to store the garbage from the garden and the dust from the rooftop." Hu Menglin took a look and said.
"Boss, is there something wrong with that trash can?" Wang Bin said, and the mobile phone flashlight beam in his hand also shined on the trash can.
After Zhou Wensheng hesitated for a moment, he said, "Go and take a look before talking."
Upon hearing this, Wang Bin quickly ran down the stairs, stood in front of the trash can that was as high as his chest, stretched his neck and looked inside.
There were only some dead branches and some dead flowers inside, but nothing else.
Wang Bin reached out and tilted the trash can in the direction of Zhou Wensheng, and said loudly: "Boss, it's full of garden garbage."
"Come up." Zhou Wensheng muttered in his heart.
In Zhou Wensheng's eyes, there must be something wrong with that trash can, but it may have been a few days and the evidence is gone.
Zhou Wensheng pondered, turned around, and pulled the iron door open with all his strength.
Bang!
Zhou Wensheng staggered and took a few steps back. The iron door was released and hit the wall.
"Be careful!" Hu Menglin, who was closest to Zhou Wensheng, grabbed Zhou Wensheng's sleeve, but even so, Zhou Wensheng almost sat on the ground.
"Don't forget to tell Mr. Yan that the door has been repaired." Zhou Wensheng patted his back and returned to the rooftop in a few steps.
"Manager Hu, Manager Hu." The call came from the pager on Hu Menglin's waist.
"Please speak." Hu Menglin took off the pager and put it to her mouth.
"The surveillance video that Officer Zhou asked for is ready. Officer Zhou..."
"Wait for me in the lobby on the first floor. I'll be there soon." Zhou Wensheng interrupted the other party by calling the pager.
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"Go to the police station in your jurisdiction." Zhou Wensheng, who had taken the surveillance video, had just sat in the passenger seat and urged Wang Bin to drive.
"What kind of person can get that chrysanthemum badge?" Zhou Wensheng leaned on the backrest, thinking of the golden badge he had plucked out from the crack between the door and the wall.
"Black-hearted coneflower." Wang Bin reminded.
"That honorary badge can only be obtained by the winner of the first prize in the competition." Wang Bin said while driving, "In addition to this, there is also a golden trophy."
"Then do you know who the first prize winner is?" Zhou Wensheng suddenly became interested when he heard that this badge was unique.
Wang Bin sighed softly and said: "Ever since I saw that my works and the works that I think are good are not included in the finals, I am no longer interested..."
After hearing this, Zhou Wensheng touched his chin thoughtfully and reached out to take the mobile phone Wang Bin put aside.
"Originally, in the art world of photography, it is impossible to distinguish one, two, and three. After all, everyone has their own preferred angle." Without hearing Zhou Wensheng's response, Wang Bin drove the car and continued, "I think it's good , you may not think it’s good, and what you like, I may not like, right?”
"Boss?" Wang Bin, who still didn't get a response, couldn't help but glance at Zhou Wensheng in the passenger seat.
Zhou Wensheng was seen looking at the photos of the scene taken on his mobile phone in a daze without saying a word.
"Boss?" Seeing Zhou Wensheng's frown getting tighter, Wang Bin couldn't help shouting again.
"There may be something wrong with Han Weiwei's death." Zhou Wensheng rubbed his slightly stiff eyebrows and leaned on the backrest.
"I haven't watched the surveillance video yet. What if she commits suicide?" Wang Bin looked forward, and after driving smoothly through an intersection, he continued, "Boss, did you discover something?"
"I always felt something was weird about the photo you took of the scene, but I couldn't tell what was wrong for a while." Wang Bin heard this and took a quick glance. The photo in Zhou Wensheng's hand was frozen in a frame. Shoot.
You can still faintly see the edge of the rooftop at the edge of the photo, and in the middle of the photo is a bright red hibiscus flower paved with countless floor tiles.
