"This..." Song Qiao hesitated, "Is this related to the case?"
"No," Zhou Wensheng chuckled, pointed to Wang Bin sitting next to him, and said, "Even our police officer Wang also participated in this competition, but did not win any prizes and did not receive an invitation like this. I said let's He gave up on this idea and went to the scene with me steadily, but he rebutted me and said that solving crimes is work and photography is a dream. Look at him, he is not old, but he is quite smooth-talking."
"This invitation letter is not ordinary at first glance. Why don't you let Mr. Song open our eyes so that this kid can know what it means to be brave?" Zhou Wensheng said, pulling the envelope out from under the tissue box.
Awards night invitation.
The seven gilded characters were arranged in two rows in the middle of the envelope.
"Ouch! Award show!" Wang Bin's eyes were filled with excitement. He snatched the envelope from Zhou Wensheng's hand and turned it over and over.
"Yes, I'm lucky, I won a small prize." Song Qiao said modestly, but the proud look on his face was undisguised.
"Quick, let me appreciate it!" Wang Bin excitedly rushed towards Song Bridge.
After Song Qiao pretended to decline, he turned around and entered the study at the side.
After a while, Song Qiao struggled to walk out holding a half-person-high photo frame.
Under an enlarged photo, three large gilded characters reflected the golden light of the afternoon sun.
"Hey! First prize!" Wang Bin didn't care what was in the photo. As he said himself, the quality of the filmed content is a matter of opinion. What's more, my purpose is not to observe and learn.
The three words "first prize" have already achieved the purpose of Wang Bin's trip.
"I heard that the first prize in this competition also has a chrysanthemum trophy?" Wang Bin excitedly held Song Qiao's hand, "Can you let me take a look? Just take a look!"
"Black-hearted coneflower." Song Qiao said with a proud smile, "Officer Wang, wait a moment, I'll get it right away."
Song Qiao was surrounded and watched by Wang Bin's adoring eyes. He felt that this man was much energetic.
He now regrets not building a cabinet in the living room earlier to display his works and trophies.
"Beautiful, so beautiful!" Wang Bin carefully took the heavy trophy from Song Qiao's hand, his eyes were shining and he couldn't put it down.
"Ahem!" Zhou Wensheng frowned, coughed twice, and said to Wang Bin, "That's enough! Look at your unseen look! You're promising!"
"Boss, you don't know, this is the highest honor in the photography industry! With this, you won't have to worry about losing your job or having food for the rest of your life!" Wang Bin didn't care at all about Zhou Wensheng's complaints about him, and still touched him enthusiastically. Holding the trophy and praising it.
"If I can have one in my lifetime, my life will be worth it!" Wang Bin said, reluctantly returning the trophy to Song Qiao.
"Mr. Song, um..." Wang Bin rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "I have one more unkind favor..."
"Officer Wang, just say so," Song Qiao said with a smile.
After some praise from Wang Bin, Song Qiao felt extremely comfortable at the moment.
"I heard that there is also an exquisite black-heart coneflower badge. I wonder if I have the honor to take a look at it?" Wang Bin looked at Song Qiao expectantly.
After Wang Bin finished speaking, Song Qiao's smile that was about to appear quickly froze on his face, visible to the naked eye.
"Mr. Song... is it inconvenient?" Wang Bin smiled awkwardly.
"Why are you so dissatisfied!" Zhou Wensheng stood up, walked behind Wang Bin, and slapped Wang Bin on the back of the head.
"Mr. Song, please don't mind. This kid is just trying to push the envelope." Zhou Wensheng tried to smooth things over, then hit Wang Bin on the head and said, "You kid, first you said you wanted to take a look at the trophy, but then you actually took advantage of it. Touched it, what badge are you looking for now! Are you finished yet? Let's go, let's go do what we have to do!" As he said that, Zhou Wensheng took Wang Bin's arm and stumbled towards the door.
"Excuse me, excuse me!" Zhou Wensheng stood at the door and apologized repeatedly.
"No, it's okay." Song Qiao forced out a smile unnaturally.
After slamming the door shut, listening to Zhou Wensheng's scolding Wang Bin's voice getting smaller and smaller, Song Qiao leaned against the door, slid to the ground, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Holding the heavy trophy in his arms, Song Qiao felt like he was holding a time bomb.
He vaguely felt that Zhou Wensheng and the others seemed to know something. From asking to see the works of the Peripheral Photography Competition, to looking at the trophies, and then finally asking to see the badges, was this sequence of actions really just to impress the king? Police officer giving up on unrealistic dreams?
Or do they have other purposes?
Thinking of this, Song Qiao felt that he had been too impulsive just now.
You shouldn't get carried away and take out the photos and trophies.
Otherwise, if they asked about the missing badge, I really wouldn't know how to explain it.
He tiptoed to the window, hid his body behind the curtains, and peered downstairs from the edge of the window.
"Get in the car!" Zhou Wensheng's slightly angry voice came from downstairs.
"If you dare to do this again, I will put you in solitary confinement!" Zhou Wensheng stood in front of the car door and cursed.
Angry?
Song Qiao thought to himself.
Could it be that I am too worried?
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw the car downstairs slowly leaving the community without any hesitation.
Maybe I really think too much.
Seeing that the police were really gone, Song Qiao breathed a deep sigh of relief.
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"Boss, how was my acting skill just now?" Wang Bin held the steering wheel in his hand, looking intently, with a proud look on his face, just like a child in kindergarten who obediently finished the last grain of rice and begged for praise.
"There is progress." Zhou Wensheng said with a smile, "But if you compare with me, you are still far behind."
"Hey, bragging!" Wang Bin muttered unconvinced.
"I got a little anxious when I had to look at the badge at the end." Zhou Wensheng pretended not to hear Wang Bin's muttering and continued, "If you were facing Liu Yan instead of Song Qiao, you would have exposed your secret. If you were facing That's right, Liu Yan. Regarding the badge, you will not only get a far-fetched but reasonable explanation, but it will also arouse her vigilance and expose the clues we currently have."
"Is that woman really that powerful?" Wang Bin curled his lips in disbelief.
"As for whether she is really that powerful, further contact is needed, but judging from the current situation, we have all underestimated this woman." When Liu Yan was mentioned, Zhou Wensheng's brows furrowed again.
"Next, we have to investigate Song Qiao and Liu Yan." Zhou Wensheng closed his eyes slightly, leaned on the backrest, and muttered to himself.
"Boss, tell me, why did Song Qiao kill Han Weiwei?" Wang Bin braked lightly and stopped at the intersection.
"Who told you that Song Qiao killed Han Weiwei?" Zhou Wensheng's voice was calm and without any emotion.
