"Boss, I really let you talk!" Wang Bin stopped the car and rubbed his hands excitedly, "Why is this kid back at this time?"
"Then you have to ask him." Zhou Wensheng rubbed his face, smiled, and reached out to press the steering wheel.
Bah!
The sudden sound of the horn made Song Qiao stagger at his feet.
"Mr. Song, please get in the car." Zhou Wensheng put his head out the window and said with a gentle smile.
"Ah..." Song Qiao couldn't help but shiver when he heard someone calling him from behind.
Suppressing her heart palpitations, she looked back and saw Zhou Wensheng smiling and waving to him.
Song Qiao tried his best to pull up the corners of his mouth, squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, walked up to him, and said, "Why are Officer Zhou here?"
"Didn't I ask Wang Bin to contact Mr. Song in advance? When I came here last time, I felt that the environment of the community where Mr. Song lived was good. It happened that I had some free time today, so I came to look around in advance. It was a coincidence that I happened to meet Song. Sir, come back early." Zhou Wensheng looked at Song Qiao with a smile on his face and said.
"Ah...yes, yes," Song Qiao unconsciously raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and the tip of his nose with his sleeves, "What a coincidence, what a coincidence. I also received a call from Officer Wang. I heard what he said about you two. If you want to come over, I will come back early to clean up and clean up."
"Ah, in that case, let's go up together." Zhou Wensheng smiled, opened the car door and walked out.
"Hey! Mr. Song's equipment is really good!" Wang Bin, who got out of the car behind Zhou Wensheng, took a look at the camera Song Qiao was carrying.
"Ah...no, no, it's just an ordinary thing for taking pictures. It's not worth a lot of money. It's not worth a lot of money." Song Qiao blinked quickly and smiled awkwardly, while taking the camera off his shoulder and holding it on In hand.
"You kid! You are not doing your job!" Zhou Wensheng feigned anger and slapped Wang Bin on the head twice. "We are here to investigate the case and ask for clues. Put an end to your money-burning hobby!"
"Officer Wang also likes photography..." A trace of vigilance flashed across Song Qiao's eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became stiffer and more awkward.
"What a shame! I can't compete with you, so I just took pictures with my phone for fun." Wang Bin glanced at Zhou Wensheng timidly and scratched his head.
"Your..." Wang Bin pointed to the camera in Song Qiao's hand, "Isn't it cheap?"
"It's harmful!" Song Qiao shook the camera in his hand and said, "This is just a bargain, and it looks very expensive. It's worthless, worthless."
"Officer Zhou, please come in." Song Qiao opened the door and raised his hand to guide him.
Unknowingly, while they were talking, the three of them had arrived at the door of Song Qiao's house.
Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin looked at each other and walked into the room.
The windows are clear and clean.
Zhou Wensheng turned back to Song Qiao who was changing shoes at the entrance and said: "Mr. Song has very good hygiene habits. There is no need to come back so early to clean up! Wang Bin, you kid should learn from others. You are about the same age. Look Look at other people, look at you, you don’t even have a place to stay in your house, and there’s no place for flies to rest when they fly in.”
"Officer Zhou was joking." Song Qiao smiled guiltily.
Then he carefully held the camera with both hands and put it into the mahogany glass cabinet on the side.
Zhou Wensheng noticed that there was a thick blanket under the camera.
"Two police officers, take a seat." As if he had returned to his home court, Song Qiao was obviously not as nervous as before. He brought two glasses of water and invited Zhou and Wang to sit down on the sofa.
"Mr. Song, we are here this time to get to know Liu Yan a little bit more with you." Zhou Wensheng sat on the sofa, his eyes calm, and he went straight to Song Qiao's eyes.
"I..." Song Qiao quickly moved his gaze aside and touched his nose, "I'm not familiar with her..."
"Really?" Zhou Wensheng asked calmly, "Mr. Song, please think about it again. If you perjury or lie to the police, you will be legally responsible."
"Mr. Song is really not familiar with Miss Liu?" Zhou Wensheng paused and asked again.
"Let me think about it, let me think about it." A thin layer of sweat appeared on Song Qiao's forehead.
"Perhaps this will help revive Mr. Song's memories." Zhou Wensheng said and handed half of the photo to Song Qiao.
In half of the photo, Song Qiao is in Water Paradise, looking ferocious and furious. But who was on the other side was cut out by Zhou Wensheng.
Song Qiao, who was holding the photo, was silent.
Zhou Wensheng picked up the teacup and took a peek. Song Qiao's face was like a dye shop, sometimes red, sometimes white, sometimes green, sometimes purple.
"Officer Zhou, I was wrong, I shouldn't have lied to you..." After a while, Song Qiao blushed and whispered.
"Recognizing mistakes can greatly improve things." Zhou Wensheng looked at Song Qiao with a slight smile, "Then let's talk about it carefully."
Zhou Wensheng's seemingly harmless smile seemed to Song Qiao like sharp knives, following his eyes and reaching his heart.
Chilling.
"I...I..." Song Qiao turned his head and avoided Zhou Wensheng's gaze.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally said a complete sentence: "Liu Yan, Liu Yan is a devil! It's her! It's all her! She killed Zheng Yu!"
Zhou Wensheng guessed that there would be an unexpected harvest during this trip, but he didn't expect the surprise to be so big.
"You said it was Liu Yan who killed Zheng Yu?" Zhou Wensheng said, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit a match with a click.
"Yes! It's her!" Song Qiao gritted his teeth.
"Then tell me, how did she kill Zheng Yu?" Zhou Wensheng quickly glanced at Wang Bin and asked calmly.
"She has the key to Zheng Yu's house!" Song Qiao's cheeks were red with excitement and his whole body was shaking. "Ever since she knew that Liu Peng and Zheng Yu were in love, she has been trying to make Zheng Yu disappear all the time."
"Boys are getting married when they are young, and girls are getting married when they are young. Considering Liu Peng's age, it is normal for her to fall in love. Why can't Liu Yan tolerate Zheng Yu so much?"
"It's not like she can't tolerate Zheng Yu." Song Qiao looked around mysteriously, lowered his voice, walked closer to Zhou Wensheng and said, "She can't tolerate any girl who appears next to Liu Peng. .”
"Why is this?" Zhou Wensheng frowned.
"Liu Yan has a brother-in-law complex." Song Qiao said, raising his eyebrows as if asking for credit.
"Brother complex?" Song Qiao's words perfectly coincided with Zhou Wensheng's inner conjecture.
"Yes, I use my younger brother as my lover." Song Qiao had a look of pride in his eyes, like a child in kindergarten seeking praise from his teacher after working hard to build building blocks.
"How did you know about such a private matter?" Zhou Wensheng glanced at Song Qiao contemptuously and smiled softly.
"Liu Yan told me personally!" Seeing that Zhou Wensheng didn't believe him, Song Qiao blurted out.
"Liu Yan told you personally?" Zhou Wensheng asked again and again.
Song Qiao was stunned, looked away for a moment, and said vaguely: "Well... yes, she... she said it herself..."
