"Black-hearted coneflower..." Song Qiao's eyes dimmed.
He paused and continued: "I told that person about my single parent's life experience, and I said that I really wanted to get the Black-Hearted Coneflower, but it wasn't until I posted for more than a week that I got a reply from him. The person asked I was willing to pay any price. I could say anything at that time. So he gave me a website address..."
Speaking of this, Song Qiao had a look of fear in his eyes.
"What website address?" Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this.
He remembered the Internet chat room mentioned by He Zhi in the He Zhi matricide case.
"A website that can only be opened at midnight." Song Qiao's voice was trembling.
"Do you remember the website address?"
"Go and look for it on my computer." Song Qiao closed his eyes, as if he no longer wanted to talk about it.
"Song Qiao, do you know why you were sent here?" Seeing Song Qiao's resistance, Zhou Wensheng decided to give him a little more stimulation.
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qiao's body trembled involuntarily. After a moment of silence, he opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Zhou Wensheng, and said lightly: "Why else? You are just using that video to make a fuss about me. It’s a sin.”
"No," Zhou Wensheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, leaned down and whispered, "We found a sheet covered with transparent tape near the death scene of Han Weiwei in the Emgrand Building. After identification, it was found that the sheet contained Han Weiwei's and your DNA. …”
"Impossible!" Song Qiao's eyes widened, "I have nothing to do with her at all, I just..." Song Qiao suddenly stopped talking and looked at Zhou Wensheng with a wary face, "You defrauded me?"
"It seems that Mr. Song knows a lot of things!" Zhou Wensheng hugged his shoulders and smiled gently.
"I don't know." Song Qiao glanced at Zhou Wensheng, closed his eyes again, and said coldly, "I don't know anything."
"Really?" Zhou Wensheng chuckled, "Originally I thought I could rescue Mr. Song, but it seems that Mr. Song has decided to bear the crime of rape and live in prison for a while."
"Oh, I understand." Seeing Song Qiao closing his eyes and not speaking, Zhou Wensheng smiled and continued, "Yesterday, Director Luo thought that you might commit self-harm, so he protected you, so you haven't felt it yet. You've seen the enthusiasm of the inmates for the prisoners, right? How about you experience it for one night first and we can talk tomorrow? Wang Bin, let's go." With that, Zhou Wensheng motioned to Wang Bin to walk towards the door.
"Officer Zhou!" Just as the two were about to step out of the house, Song Qiao's trembling and hesitant voice came from behind Zhou Wensheng.
"Officer Zhou, can I ask you a question?" Song Qiao tried his best to tilt his head and looked at Zhou Wensheng at the door.
"They... how do they usually treat criminals..." Seeing Zhou Wensheng stop, Song Qiao asked quickly.
"If I guess correctly, it should be similar to what Liu Yan described to you." Zhou Wensheng chuckled, "Do you still have any questions?"
"If someone loses his life, won't you care?"
"You are a prisoner. Who do you think will seek justice for you? Your elderly father?" The sneer on Zhou Wensheng's lips made Song Qiao feel desperate.
"Mr. Song, is there anything else you want to say?" Zhou Wensheng interrupted Song Qiao's daze.
"I...my things...can I not let my father know?"
"That probably won't work. We have to notify the family members."
"By the way," Zhou Wensheng seemed to suddenly remember something, took the information bag from Wang Bin's arms, slowly opened it, and said, "I have a few photos here that I want to show you. Even if I am to give you a psychological Let’s build.”
With that said, Zhou Wensheng took out the photo of He Zhi's death in prison from the information bag and held it up in front of Song Qiao.
"You are a professional. You should be able to tell whether this photo has been photoshopped or not. This child, like you, was branded with a reverse pentagram, and finally bit off his own finger, swallowed it and committed suicide. You must You have to watch your fingers~" After saying that, Zhou Wensheng ignored Song Qiao, whose face turned pale and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He put the photo back into the information bag and walked towards the door again, "Okay, we still have something to do, I hope We can meet again tomorrow."
"Boss, are you violating the rules..." Wang Bin glanced into the room through the glass on the door with some concern.
"It's a special situation, how can we take it down without using some means!" Zhou Wensheng struck a match, lit a cigarette, took a sip calmly, and continued, "You kid, don't put everything in the notebook. Write! I tell you, we will definitely gain something big today!"
"Discipline! Discipline! I want to see the discipline!" Before Zhou Wensheng finished speaking, Song Qiao's heartbreaking shouts came from the door.
"What's the fuss about?" Luo Wenxi quickly walked out of the office not far away, shouting in the direction of the special cell as he walked.
"I want to see the correctional officer!" Song Qiao's voice was full of fear.
Luo Wenxi glanced at Zhou Wensheng, who was smoking against the wall, and kicked open the door of the special cell: "Why are you howling?"
"I have something very important to tell Officer Zhou. Please stop them..." Song Qiao smiled sarcastically at Luo Wenxi.
"Why didn't you say anything just now!" Luo Wenxi frowned and glared at Song Qiao.
"Just now...I didn't think of it just now..." Song Qiao forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Wait!"
Luo Wenxi exited the room, exchanged silent glances with Zhou Wensheng, and nodded slightly.
Zhou Wensheng calmly finished his cigarette and straightened his wrinkle-free coat. Then he winked at Wang Bin and reached out to push open the door of the special cell.
"Director Luo, do you have something important to tell me?" Zhou Wensheng sat at the end of the bed and looked at Song Qiao, who was unable to move on the bed.
"Yes..." Song Qiao twisted his body and said hesitantly.
"Officer Zhou, if I provide clues to the murder case, can my sentence be reduced..."
Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin looked at each other and said, "It depends on whether the clues you provide are valuable. If they are valuable, there is a chance that the sentence will be reduced."
"It's valuable, it's valuable, it's absolutely valuable!" Song Qiao expressed his loyalty eagerly.
"Let me tell you, Han Weiwei did not commit suicide!"
After Song Qiao finished speaking, Zhou Wensheng was stunned.
He had doubted Han Weiwei's death and suspected that there was something wrong with Han Weiwei's suicide. But now, on this occasion, hearing Song Qiao categorically say such words, Zhou Wensheng still couldn't believe his ears for a while.
"Say it again." Zhou Wensheng quickly glanced at Wang Bin and signaled him to hurry up and take notes.
"Han Weiwei didn't commit suicide!"
