Song Qiao is avoiding his whereabouts on February 14th.
The surveillance video of Dihao Building on February 14 was tampered with.
The man in the video, based on his height and body shape, can basically be confirmed to be Song Qiao, but the frontal camera flashes past and is so blurry that it cannot be used as evidence in court.
Zhou Wensheng held a cigarette in his mouth, picked up the pen on the table and began to write and draw in the small notebook he carried with him.
Seeing Zhou Wensheng sorting out the case, Luo Wenxi quietly left the office.
"Boss, why didn't you ask him about the fingerprint just now..." Wang Bin, who was sitting aside and sorting out the records, watched Luo Wenxi close the door, and then said softly, "He can be sent here, isn't it? Because his fingerprints matched those found on the sheet?"
"But there's something wrong with that sheet. It's not yet confirmed whether it can be used as valid evidence." Zhou Wensheng pinched his tense eyebrows and said helplessly.
"Ah? What's the problem?" Wang Bin was a little surprised when he heard that there was something wrong with the sheets.
"It may be contaminated." Zhou Wensheng sighed softly.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Zhou Wensheng lit a cigarette, looked at Wang Bin, and said, "Please help me analyze it. Tell me, why did Yan Shaojun let Song Qiao follow and secretly photograph Han Weiwei?"
"What else could it be, a special hobby~" Wang Bin shrugged, turned around and took a glass of water at the water dispenser at the door.
"Special hobby?" Zhou Wensheng blew out a puff of smoke and asked, "How do you know he has a special hobby?"
"I just said that casually," Wang Bin said with a smile, "but it's hard to say whether his feelings for Han Weiwei are true or false. Maybe he really has some special ulterior hobby, and marrying Han Weiwei is just a matter of fact. It’s a cover.”
"..." Wang Bin's words made Zhou Wensheng fall into deep thought.
"Boss, I just said it casually..." Looking at Zhou Wensheng's increasingly serious expression, Wang Bin hurriedly explained.
"Guesses with certain basis are not nonsense." Zhou Wensheng took a deep breath of cigarette and looked up at Wang Bin.
"Look, the first time we met Yan Shaojun was at the farewell ceremony for his wife Han Weiwei's body." In the thick smoke, Zhou Wensheng squinted and fell into memories, "He cried so hard that his heart broke, and I told you Said there was something wrong with this person.”
"Well," Wang Bin nodded, "At that time, you said that Yan Shaojun's grief was more like an act."
"I'll meet Yan Shaojun later in the Dihao Building." Zhou Wensheng continued, "The sky garden and the four peacocks didn't feel real to me. When I took out the photo of Zheng Yu, his behavior was more like It’s a show.”
"When you said that, I remembered that he seemed to have something wrong when he heard Zheng Yu's name."
"Yes! And when he heard that Zheng Yu was pregnant, he completely lost his composure." Zhou Wensheng added.
"Wait!" Zhou Wensheng seemed to suddenly think of something. He was suddenly stunned. Then he quickly put the cigarette into his mouth, grabbed the pen next to him, and brushed dots on the paper.
Yan Shaojun rejected Zheng Yu's confession.
Zheng Yu hired Song Qiao to secretly photograph Han Weiwei.
Yan Shaojun discovered that Song Qiao was following and filming him secretly.
Yan Shaojun hired Song Qiao to follow and secretly photograph Han Weiwei.
Yan Shaojun overreacted to Zheng Yu's pregnancy and death.
On the eve of graduation, Yan Shaojun asked Song Qiao to stop following and filming...
"Wang Bin! Arrange for someone to check from the side when Han Weiwei was sent to nurse by Yan Shaojun." Zhou Wensheng stopped writing and looked at Wang Bin with a frown.
"Boss, do you suspect that Yan Shaojun asked Song Qiao to stop secretly filming because he wanted to send Han Weiwei to nurse?" Wang Bin glanced at the words on the paper and instantly understood what Zhou Wensheng meant.
"Yes, if the time is right, not only can we prove that Song Qiao did not lie, but we can also grasp a new breakthrough." Zhou Wensheng paused and continued, "Moreover, both Yan Shaojun and Zheng Yu hired Song Qiao to follow and secretly photograph Han Weiwei , I always feel that there is a truth behind this that we haven’t touched yet.”
"What's the truth?" Wang Bin asked, scratching his head.
"The truth about Han Weiwei's suicide." Zhou Wensheng put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray with a burning gaze.
"Let's go, while it's still early, let's go to the Dihao Building." Zhou Wensheng glanced at his watch, packed up his notebook, got up and walked out the door.
"Where are you going?" As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into Luo Wenxi.
"I thought of a clue, we have to leave first." Zhou Wensheng shook Luo Wenxi's hand and said.
"I've got the canteen ready. Let's go after dinner." Luo Wenxi politely persuaded him to stay.
"Yes, boss, let's have something to eat before we leave." Wang Bin echoed, touching his stomach that had been growling for a long time.
I didn't eat anything in the morning, and I vomited again when I got off the car. Now I was so hungry that I couldn't help but feel hungry.
Zhou Wensheng raised his hand, glanced at his watch, and said, "That's fine. Then just eat and leave."
"Lao Zhou, how long will that kid have to stay in the special cell?" Luo Wenxi led the two of them towards the detention center cafeteria while chatting.
"I guess I can live there for a while." Zhou Wensheng replied vaguely.
"What? Are you having difficulty?" Zhou Wensheng casually glanced across Luo Wenxi's face, and a hint of embarrassment fell in his eyes.
"It's nothing..." Luo Wenxi hesitated.
"Just tell us if you have any difficulties! We are all brothers, so what's the point of being outsiders?" Zhou Wensheng explained.
"Alas!" Luo Wenxi sighed, "To tell you the truth, your siblings are in a bad mood at home these days. They always complain that I treat the detention center as my home and my home as a tourist attraction. I can't see anyone all day long. It's not easy to see anyone. It's like going to a scenic spot to take photos and check in, just take one look and leave again. I don't blame her for complaining. The old lady at home is sick, and she has to take care of the younger ones and serve the older ones all by herself. It's really hard work."
Luo Wenxi opened the door of the cafeteria and continued: "If this kid stays in the special cell for one more day, I will have to guard him day and night..."
"Don't worry, we will solve the case as soon as possible. As long as all the doubts about him are solved, he won't have to stay in the special cell. You can also relax a little easier." Zhou Wensheng patted Luo Wenxi on the shoulder and comforted, "Brothers and sisters Over there, I'll help you explain when I'm free. Is the old lady seriously ill? "
"Senior disease..." Luo Wenxi led the two of them to sit down at a dining table with four plates of stir-fried dishes. "Bring two bowls of rice!" Luo Wenxi shouted towards the kitchen.
"Two nights ago, when the old lady got up, she fell in front of the toilet. Fortunately, my wife went to bed late and found it in time. Otherwise, the old lady would probably have confessed..." Luo Wenxi placed two bowls of rice on Zhou Wensheng's table. In front of Wang Bin, he raised his hand and rubbed his slightly red eyes.
"What now?" Zhou Wensheng asked.
"Much better, we are out of danger, and we should be able to go home from the hospital in a few days." At this point, Luo Wenxi showed a look of longing for the future life on his face, "To be honest, I will find someone to secretly calculate However, as long as our old lady can survive this disaster, the days to come will be better and better!"
