"Even if Han Weiwei wasn't killed by Song Qiao, he still had something to do with it." After being asked a question by Zhou Wensheng, Wang Bin gave a more appropriate answer.
"Well, this sentence sounds a bit like a detective." Zhou Wensheng nodded, "Let me ask you, is it possible that there is a second one for the Black Heart Coneflower trophy and badge?"
"This photography competition is very valuable and is held once every five years. Although the main body of the trophies are all black-hearted coneflowers, the shapes are different, and the back of the badges are marked with dates, so from a certain perspective, each one The badges are all unique." Wang Bin said, driving the car smoothly through the intersection.
Wang Bin's words made Zhou Wensheng feel relieved.
"Then there are only two possibilities now. The badge we found in the Dihao Building was either dropped by Song Qiao when he committed the crime, or someone threw it there in order to frame Song Qiao."
"Boss, I think the possibility of frame-up is low." Wang Bin thought for a while and said.
"Why?" Zhou Wensheng asked, touching his chin.
"I've seen that badge. There are a few fibers from clothes hanging on the buckle. It's obvious that some kind of violence from the outside caused the badge to fall off. If it was framed and the other party violently obtained the badge, Song Qiao would definitely not let him succeed. But if it was not obtained by violence, then there is no way to explain those few fibers."
"So you think the badge was rubbed off by Song Qiao when he was carrying Han Weiwei?" Zhou Wensheng glanced at Wang Bin and asked seriously.
Wang Bin's analysis was quite reasonable, and Zhou Wensheng felt a sense of relief in his heart.
"Yes," Wang Bin felt Zhou Wensheng's encouraging gaze, and felt more confident in his heart, "Song Qiao hijacked Han Weiwei and dragged her to the top of the building. Han Weiwei struggled, going back and forth. During the many pulls, the badge was The door to the rooftop fell off, but Song Qiao didn't notice it and still tried hard to control Han Weiwei and drag her to the rooftop."
Listening to Wang Bin's description, the corners of Zhou Wensheng's mouth raised slightly, but his eyes became serious.
"Then let me ask you, what do you think of Song Qiao's attitude towards his award-winning photos and trophies?"
"That can be said to be quite cherished. When he went to get the trophy, I took a sneak peek. In his study, there was a shelf with a thick rug on it. The trophy was placed squarely on it. I took it. When he passed the trophy, there was no dust at all on it, which showed that it was wiped frequently. And when he took it off, he held it carefully with both hands. With such cautious and respectful expression, Zhu Xiang almost offered the trophy. "Wang Bin clicked his tongue and praised.
"Then think about it again, if he really loves this honor, how could he commit crimes while wearing clothes with a badge?" Zhou Wensheng looked at Wang Bin with a smile.
"Maybe..." Wang Bin hesitated.
Yes, Song Qiao valued this honor so much, how could he let it involve human life...
"Perhaps..." Wang Bin's mind kept churning with various possibilities, "Perhaps his attack on Han Weiwei was a temporary move?"
"Well, I can't rule out this possibility." Zhou Wensheng thought for a moment and nodded.
Although he believes that this situation is unlikely, it cannot be said that it is completely impossible.
"But having said that, if someone can win an award, look at their equipment!" His idea was approved by Zhou Wensheng. Wang Bin was very happy. He felt comfortable and started to talk more.
"Is his equipment very good?" Zhou Wensheng leaned on the backrest, closed his eyes and rested, chatting with Wang Bin.
"Boss, that's not ordinary!" Wang Bin's excited voice couldn't help but get louder, "Have you seen that shot of him? It costs tens of thousands at least..."
"Tens of thousands more!" Zhou Wensheng opened his eyes and sat up straight, "That shot in front? How many tens of thousands?" The people's servant was obviously stunned by such a price.
"I guess tens of thousands are less than I would say. The poor are interested in cars, the rich are interested in watches, and three generations are poor in photography. SLRs will ruin their lives. Idiots compete with mobile phones, and B2B compete with computers." Wang Bin said, and couldn't help but increase the speed of the car a little.
"As long as you can restrain your desire to buy and don't compare with others, you will be poor for three generations." Zhou Wensheng sneered at Wang Bin's jingle.
"Boss, do you know why I can restrain my desire to buy and not compare myself with others?" Wang Bin glanced at Zhou Wensheng with a hint of embarrassment.
"Why else, poverty!" Zhou Wensheng rolled his eyes and said.
"Boss... could you please save some face for me..." Wang Bin was about to cry but had no tears.
Zhou Wensheng's answer was like a bucket of ice water being poured down on his head. Wang Bin felt cold at the moment.
"With your little salary, let alone buying lenses, it's a question of whether it's enough for your kid to eat!" Zhou Wensheng said with a cold snort.
"The ridicule from your immediate boss is the most heartbreaking..." Wang Bin muttered dejectedly and stopped talking.
"How much money can a paparazzi in Songqiao make in a month?" Zhou Wensheng asked abruptly after a long silence.
"Well...it's hard to say." Wang Bin took advantage of the red light, thought carefully, and continued, "If we can get some sexy news about entertainment stars, it's obvious that in order to keep it quiet, we'd give hundreds of thousands or even millions. If it is possible to pay hush money, but if there is an own incident and he is sued by a celebrity, it is also possible to pay compensation of 1.8 million. If there are no big names in the entertainment industry involved, then he will probably be able to barely make ends meet. "
Wang Bin's words made Zhou Wensheng frown more and more tightly.
If this is the case, then Song Qiao's income is unstable. A person with an unstable income should not be so confident in spending money.
"Whose soul will be broken if the layers of the pagoda are broken..."
Just as Song Qiao's doubts were growing in Zhou Wensheng's heart, the cell phone on his waist rang.
Zhou Wensheng glanced at the caller number and felt his heart skip a beat.
He quickly answered the phone: "It's me, Zhou Wensheng."
"Boss, we have carefully checked the surveillance video of Dihao Building on February 14th. There is one detail that I feel it is necessary to report to you in advance." A young police officer's voice came from the receiver.
"Say." Zhou Wensheng's face was as heavy as water.
"We see the bride entering a guest room before the wedding, and Song Qiao appears in the video shortly after."
"Then what?" There was suddenly no sound in the receiver, which made Zhou Wensheng a little dissatisfied.
"There is no more."
"What do you mean?" Zhou Wensheng's eyebrows twisted into a knot.
"The video has been manipulated," the police officer's voice in the receiver trembled slightly, "Song Qiao's figure only flashed across the screen. We also repeatedly paused and zoomed in to capture a clearer screenshot. This confirmed that the person in the picture should be Song Qiao. The surveillance video after that contained only one snowflake."
"I see."
Zhou Wensheng hung up the phone with a dark face.
"Arrange manpower to investigate this Song Qiao." After a long silence, Zhou Wensheng silently lit a cigarette and said to Wang Bin, "Song Qiao's income, family conditions, and whether he was bribed or prosecuted at work. , check everything in detail."
"yes!"
“How many layers of the pagoda are broken, whose soul is broken?
In pain, I went straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp collapsed..."
As soon as Wang Bin finished speaking, Zhou Wensheng's cell phone rang again.
"Old Zhou, Miss Lu is awake."
