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"Song Qiao, I'm warning you, Han Weiwei and the Han family are well-known and well-established in Huzhou. Don't get rid of your guilt and add another slander." Zhou Wensheng said sternly.
"Officer Zhou, you believe me. I, Song Qiao, swear to God, if what I say next is even half a lie, my Song family will be extinct and I, Song Qiao, will die a miserable death!" Song Qiao saw that Zhou Wensheng didn't believe him. , so anxious that he swore viciously without hesitation.
Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin looked at each other, thought for a moment, and said, "Then please explain in detail."
"Officer Zhou, can I order some water first?" Song Qiao licked his dry lips and smiled sheepishly.
"Lao Luo!" Zhou Wensheng shouted towards the door, "Have your people bring a bottle of water over! Move two more chairs!"
In the blink of an eye, chairs and mineral water were arranged in place.
In addition to these, Luo Wenxi's men also thoughtfully moved a table and brought an ashtray.
"Okay, let's talk." Watching Wang Bin pour a small bottle of mineral water into Song Qiao's mouth, Zhou Wensheng lit a cigarette and sat on the chair behind the table.
"This matter started when Zheng Yu was rejected by Yan Shaojun." Song Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly.
"Back then, after Zheng Yu confessed to Yan Shaojun in private and was rejected, she turned around and agreed to be Liu Peng's girlfriend. But this was just a cover. She still missed Yan Shaojun in her heart. But the more indifferent Yan Shaojun was to her, the more jealous she became towards Han Weiwei. . Later, when she knew that I liked photography, she said that as long as she secretly photographed Han Weiwei's clothes for her every day, she would buy the SLR camera that I had been thinking about but had been reluctant to buy and give it to me..." At this point, Song Qiao felt a little guilty. He quickly glanced at Zhou Wensheng.
"Go on." Zhou Wensheng frowned and blew out a puff of cigarette and said to Song Qiao.
"That camera cost 5,000 to 6,000 yuan. My monthly living expenses are only 1,000 yuan. It's not easy for my dad to make money while working. I'm really embarrassed to ask him for it. But if I save it on my own, I guess I can't even save it for a year." I can save it. I thought it was just to help her take pictures of Han Weiwei's clothes, not to take shady private photos. Even if she was discovered, nothing would happen, so I agreed."
"Then what?" Seeing Song Qiao stop, Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but ask.
His professional intuition told him that something must have gone wrong during the secret filming of Song Qiao.
"Then..." Song Qiao became a little hesitant.
"Say!" Zhou Wensheng slapped the table and shouted without hesitation.
"Yes... yes, yes. I said, I said." Song Qiao was frightened.
"Everything went very smoothly at the beginning," Song Qiao took two deep breaths, calmed down, and continued, "I first found out about Han Weiwei's elective courses, and then I also signed up for the same course. Then she secretly took photos and sent them to Zheng Yu during class. But as the weather gradually got hotter, Han Weiwei sometimes changed her clothes when she went to the library in the afternoon. In this way, she wore different clothes in the morning and afternoon. I have to follow you and take secret photos again."
"As for that? Even if I change my clothes, just one photo every day will be enough! Why does Zheng Yu need so many photos?" Wang Bin stopped taking notes and looked at Song Qiao.
"I also complained to Zheng Yu at first, but you also know that there is no way for me to question things like using money to do things." Song Qiao said with a smile, "But it was at this time that I noticed that Zheng Yu I seemed to have seen the clothes I was wearing somewhere. After I went back and thought about it carefully, I remembered that Han Weiwei had worn something like that not long ago."
"Shopping for clothes like Han Weiwei?" Wang Bin interrupted in disbelief.
"Yes." A trace of fear flashed in Song Qiao's eyes, "She bought almost all the clothes, shoes and bags of the same style as Han Weiwei. She even dyed her hair the same as Han Weiwei and had the same hairstyle... from time to time. Appeared in the place where Han Weiwei appeared..."
"Is she crazy? Even if she wanted to stand by Yan Shaojun's side instead of Han Weiwei, she wouldn't go to this extent!" Zheng Yu's behavior made Wang Bin feel horrified.
"Didn't anyone notice?" Zhou Wensheng frowned and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.
"have……"
Zhou Wensheng noticed that when Song Qiao said this, his eyes trembled violently.
"But the person who was discovered was not Zheng Yu, but me... I was caught on the spot by Yan Shaojun while taking a secret photo."
"Did he threaten you?" Song Qiao was filled with fear, which made Zhou Wensheng feel that things might not be that simple.
"No." Song Qiao's eyelids trembled rapidly, "He gave me a sum of money. He asked me to change my hairstyle and buy a few more sets of clothes of different styles. He asked me to continue taking secret photos, and he said it was for convenience. I would secretly take photos, and he would directly tell me where Han Weiwei was."
"Yan Shaojun, do you want to continue secretly filming his fiancée?" Zhou Wensheng interrupted Song Qiao.
He once again had doubts about Song Qiao's words.
"Yes, he asked me to continue filming Han Weiwei secretly, and he also said that if I did well, he would give me 5,000 yuan in hard work fees every month."
"What's his purpose?"
"I don't know...but not long after I started filming, Yan Shaojun told me that he would stop for a while, and also gave me 50,000 yuan as hush money..." At this point, Song Qiao suddenly raised his head, anxious. He looked at Zhou Wensheng and said, "Officer Zhou, everything I say is true. Please believe me!"
Zhou Wensheng didn't say anything. His slender fingers gently tapped the matchbox at his side.
Amidst the even tapping sounds, he fell into deep thought.
Zheng Yu asked Song Qiao to follow and secretly photograph Han Weiwei. This is easy to understand. He just wanted to become what Yan Shaojun liked and then work harder for his love.
Although the direction and method of efforts are somewhat abnormal, they are still within the understandable range.
What about Yan Shaojun?
Why would a second-generation rich man who loves his wife like his wife hire someone like Song Qiao to do such an unflattering thing to his lover?
Could it be that Yan Shaojun has a special hobby that he can’t tell anyone about?
Zhou Wensheng didn't believe it.
He vaguely felt that there was an ulterior purpose behind it.
"About when did he say he would pause for a while?" Zhou Wensheng took out a match, lit it with a click, and asked in a deep voice.
"I can't remember..." Song Qiao replied after a moment of silence.
"Think carefully!" Zhou Wensheng said sharply.
"Yes... yes, let me think about it, think about it." Song Qiao lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.
"May!" As if he suddenly remembered something, Song Qiao suddenly shouted, "It should be before May Day!"
"Are you sure? Before May Day in which year?" Zhou Wensheng asked, taking a deep drag on his cigarette.
