"Definitely!" Song Qiao's firm eyes met Zhou Wensheng's, "It was the year Yan Shaojun and the others graduated!"
"I remember that I was worrying about how to spend the May Day holiday. I wanted to go out and relax, but I was too embarrassed to tell Yan Shaojun. Then I heard someone calling me downstairs in the dormitory. Then I went downstairs and saw an unknown person. Someone I knew, that person gave me an envelope and said that Yan Shaojun asked him to forward it to me. He also asked him to bring a message, saying that the matter he entrusted me with would be suspended for a while and he would contact me again when needed. I."
"Do you remember it so clearly?" Zhou Wensheng raised his eyebrows with a questioning look on his face.
"Officer Zhou, what I told is the truth..." Song Qiao became anxious when he saw that Zhou Wensheng didn't believe him, "Really, I remember that person asked me what I was doing for Yan Shaojun and why Yan Shaojun wanted to If you give me so much money, can I make a fortune with him? How dare I say this... I just laughed and skipped the topic. Later, I used the money to buy a I bought a better SLR camera, bought some supplements for my dad and sent them back, and went out for a while.”
"Looking back now, that trip was the first and last trip I took purely for fun as an adult..." Song Qiao paused and added, "It's probably also the last time in my life."
"I'll ask you again, are you sure it was before May Day?" Zhou Wensheng took a deep breath.
"Sure." Song Qiao said resolutely, "If it hadn't been for that wonderful trip, I would have been beaten to death, and I wouldn't be able to remember it." After saying that, a wry smile appeared on Song Qiao's lips.
"Then he contacted you again when he was newly married?" Zhou Wensheng gently flicked the ashes off his cigarette as if nothing had happened and asked with lowered eyes.
"No, I went by myself."
"You weren't invited, so how could you just happen to crash into their wedding?"
"Who knows..." Song Qiao muttered, "I really don't know where they got married, I just went to do a private matter..."
"Go on." Zhou Wensheng raised his head, looked at Song Qiao who suddenly stopped talking, and urged, "What private matters are you going to do there?"
"No, it's nothing." Song Qiao seemed to suddenly remember something and suddenly kept silent about his visit to the Dihao Building.
"Oh, since it's nothing, why did you tell me before that you were going to a wedding? And you used it as proof that you were not at the scene of Zheng Yu's death on February 14th." Zhou Wensheng looked at Song Qiao's slightly pale face and paused. After a pause, he continued, "It seems you have to make up a new story to explain it."
"First, let me tell you where you were on February 14th." Zhou Wensheng smiled and put out the cigarette butt, folded his arms and leaned on the back of the chair.
"Is it at the scene of Zheng Yu's death? Or at the Dihao Building? Or... somewhere else?" Zhou Wensheng added.
"In...in..." A large amount of sweat slid down Song Qiao's forehead visibly to the naked eye.
Facing Zhou Wensheng's questioning, Song Qiao didn't know how to respond.
What to say?
Did you say that you were at the scene of Zheng Yu’s death?
No, no, it's an unlucky death scene. It's too late to hide, so there's no way to get up.
Tell Zhou Wensheng honestly, are you in the Dihao Building?
But someone died in the Dihao Building that day...
Tell me where you are...
Song Qiao felt like his brain was boiling, but he still couldn't think of how to answer.
"Tell me!" Zhou Wensheng slammed the table, frowned and shouted sternly, "Where were you on February 14th!"
"Emgrand Building!" Song Qiao's whole body was filled with excitement and he shouted out reflexively.
"Very good," Zhou Wensheng nodded with satisfaction and looked at Song Qiao with a smile, "Mr. Song, please tell me in detail what you were doing in the Dihao Building that day."
"I..." Song Qiao opened his mouth, his eyes looking around in panic.
"I...I was going to have a meal, and then, I found out there was a wedding banquet, so I was about to leave, and then I...I had a need to pee, so...I just wanted to find a bathroom..."
"So you just found the guest room where Han Weiwei was resting?" Zhou Wensheng interrupted Song Qiao.
Zhou Wensheng didn't know where Song Qiao went.
To say that he went to the guest room where Han Weiwei was resting was just Zhou Wensheng's guess.
He was deceiving him.
"I...I really didn't know she was in there!" Song Qiao almost cried.
"You don't know? You don't know why you killed her!"
"I didn't, it's not me, I really didn't do anything..." Faced with Zhou Wensheng's aggressive questioning, Song Qiao was on the verge of tears and denied repeatedly.
"Then tell me exactly what you have done!" Song Qiao's denial was unexpected by Zhou Wensheng.
Zhou Wensheng simply did not believe that Song Qiao was capable of killing Han Weiwei.
"I don't know..." Two huge teardrops crossed the corners of his eyes, slid down by his ears, and dripped on the bed.
"I really don't know anything... Even how I left the Dihao Building, I can't remember now..."
"Can't remember?" Zhou Wensheng squinted his eyes and said thoughtfully, "Since I can't remember the later ones, let's talk about the previous ones."
Zhou Wensheng did not continue to pester, but changed the topic.
"Tell me why you went to Dihao Building."
"I...I don't know!" Song Qiao replied after hesitating for a moment.
"I don't know?" Wang Bin frowned, "You said before that you went to the Dihao Building to do personal things, and then you said you went to the Dihao Building to eat and use the toilet, and now you say you don't know! Are you telling the truth! "
"I didn't tell the truth just now!" Song Qiao eagerly took over Wang Bin's words, "I don't have any personal matters to go to that kind of place, and I don't have the money to go to that kind of place to eat. I don't know what you are talking about, that The person in the video is not me at all!”
Song Qiao's complete retraction made Zhou Wensheng's heart skip a beat.
It seems that Song Qiao's appearance in the Dihao Building is a very critical point.
Zhou Wensheng suppressed the anger in his heart, patiently gritted his teeth and said: "Very good, then tell me where you were on February 14th!"
"This is my privacy! I refuse to answer!" Song Qiao simply acted rogue.
"Okay! Very good! Very good!" Zhou Wensheng sneered, "Then, I hope you have a good time in the following days! Wang Bin! Let's go!"
After saying that, Zhou Wensheng strode out of the special cell without looking back.
"Boss, I didn't expect this Song Bridge to be really slippery." Wang Bin complained as he followed Zhou Wensheng.
"He is avoiding the fact that he went to Dihao Building on February 14th." Zhou Wensheng said, leading Song Qiao into Luo Wenxi's office.
"How's your question?" Luo Wenxi saw the two of them entering the room, and hurriedly stood up and took a step forward, "Is everything going well?"
"It didn't go well." Zhou Wensheng pulled up a chair, sat down, and lit a cigarette.
"This Song Qiao will be locked up in that cell for the time being. No one is allowed to get close except you."
