"We, Mr. Yan, are having a meeting, you can't go in!" Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin were blocked by Secretary Yan Shaojun.
"Get out of the way! I'll sue you for obstructing official business!" Wang Bin frowned and showed his police card.
"No, you can't go in!" The secretary stepped on high heels and rushed to Wang Bin again, opening her arms to block Wang Bin.
At this time, Wang Bin was only one step away from the conference room door.
"Get out of the way!" Wang Bin raised his hand, blocked the secretary's arm, and pushed open the door to the conference room.
"You..." The secretary's words were stuck in his throat as the door of the conference room was pushed open. She couldn't help but look at Yan Shaojun with an embarrassed look on her face, wanting to open her mouth to explain.
"Boss police officers, are you okay?" Yan Shaojun, who was in a meeting, raised his chin slightly with his hands behind his back.
"About Mrs. Yan." Zhou Wensheng looked at Yan Shaojun with eyes as calm as the lake on an autumn afternoon.
"Today's meeting will end here. Let's find time to continue the unfinished issues tomorrow." Zhou Wensheng's five simple words made Yan Shaojun make an instant decision to terminate the meeting.
"Two police officers, please come this way." Yan Shaojun walked to the door in two or two steps and personally led Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin towards the small conference room aside.
"Go and make a pot of tea from the small refrigerator in my office." Yan Shaojun stood in front of the small conference room and turned back to his secretary.
"Please." Yan Shaojun pushed open the door of the small conference room and raised his hand to guide him.
The conference room is not big, there is only a huge ebony solid wood tea sea.
Surrounding the sea of tea are four ebony Taishi chairs.
Thick red carpet covered the entire conference room.
The goose-yellow wall cloth is covered with complicated patterns embroidered with gold thread.
There is a half-covered screen on the left hand side of the conference room, and the screen is a guqin.
"Ding dong~" The pager next to the door rang softly.
Yan Shaojun pressed the answer button, and a familiar voice came from inside: "Mr. Yan, do you need Feifei to come over?"
"No, let's talk about some personal matters." Yan Shaojun responded briefly.
"Both of you, please take a seat." After turning off the pager, Yan Shaojun led Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin to sit down by the tea sea.
"I didn't expect that there is such a conference room in Mr. Yan's company." Zhou Wensheng touched the armrest of the Taishi chair and said in greeting.
"My father and Mr. Han both like to drink tea, so they arranged a room." Yan Shaojun said with a smile.
"Mr. Yan." As soon as Yan Shaojun finished speaking, the secretary's voice sounded outside the door.
"Come in."
"Please use it slowly." After the secretary placed the teapot on the sea of tea, he bowed and left the conference room.
"Come, try the white tea I have saved for seven years." Yan Shaojun poured tea for Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin.
The amber tea soup brings out the aroma of plum tea, which can't help but make people feel refreshed.
"It's a pity that Mr. Yan treats us with such good tea." Zhou Wensheng took a sip of tea and smacked his lips.
"You have brought news about Weiwei. Even if you ask me to kowtow and bow nine times, I am willing. A little tea is not worth mentioning." Yan Shaojun said, tears quickly filled his eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Have any problems been found in Weiwei's case?" Yan Shaojun raised his hand to wipe his eyes, then paused and said.
"Someone provided clues that Mrs. Yan did not commit suicide." Zhou Wensheng looked into Yan Shaojun's eyes and said, "We came here this time just to ask Mr. Yan if he knows if Mrs. Yan has any enemies."
As he spoke, Yan Shaojun's expression changed as unpredictable as the neon lights in a disco.
"Enemies..." Yan Shaojun picked up the teacup, lowered his eyes, and whispered, "Weiwei is a kind person and never quarrels with others. How can she have enemies..."
"Mr. Yan, please think carefully." Zhou Wensheng's eyes were calm.
"If I knew Weiwei had an enemy, I would have told the police immediately," Yan Shaojun shook his head, his voice a little lonely, and then a little excited, "Why didn't you ask the person who provided the clues? That person You say Weiwei didn’t commit suicide, is there any evidence?”
"Of course there is evidence..."
"If you have evidence, just go and arrest the person!" Yan Shaojun interrupted Zhou Wensheng.
"Why does Mr. Yan have to be so harsh?" Zhou Wensheng smiled and lit a cigarette. He looked at Yan Shaojun, whose cheeks were slightly red, and said slowly, "The person who provided the clues said that Mrs. Yan was plotted by someone. Even her spirit I'm in a trance, but it's also because someone has done something secretly. I want to ask Mr. Yan, you stay with Mrs. Yan every day, don't you notice anything strange?"
Yan Shaojun was stunned by Zhou Wensheng's words.
For a moment, Yan Shaojun was in a state of confusion.
He vaguely felt that the policeman in front of him seemed to know something.
But how much does he really know?
Now facing his questioning, what should be said and what should not be said...
Yan Shaojun's brain was spinning rapidly.
After a while, he made up his mind,
"Strange..." Yan Shaojun tried his best to make his face serious, and lit a cigarette with trembling hands, "I didn't notice anything else strange. I just saw a strange girl on campus a few times. She often appeared in Wei. Around Wei.”
"Tell me carefully, what a strange method." Zhou Wensheng flicked the ashes of his cigarette and motioned for Yan Shaojun to continue.
"That girl's outfit is very similar to Weiwei's. It can be said that they are exactly the same, so much so that I might admit she was wrong," Yan Shaojun said, looking at Zhou Wensheng seriously.
"Do you think...could it be this girl who harmed Weiwei?" Yan Shaojun's eyes were a little panicked.
"Well, this girl is a very important clue." Zhou Wensheng nodded seriously, then quickly looked at each other and Wang Bin, and continued, "The person who provided the clue also mentioned this girl, saying that I almost admitted my mistake several times. Can Mr. Yan provide more information about this girl? "
"This..." Yan Shaojun lowered his eyes, beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose, "Let me think about it, let me think about it..."
Time passed by, and just as Zhou Wensheng lit his third cigarette, the corners of Yan Shaojun's stiff mouth twitched.
Zhou Wensheng asked calmly: "Has Mr. Yan remembered?"
"I remembered, I remembered who that girl was!"
"Do you know Mr. Yan?"
"It's not even acquaintance, just a chance encounter." Yan Shaojun picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.
The slightly trembling hands caused the tea soup in the tea cup to ripple.
"She once confessed to me, but I rejected her, and we never interacted with her again..." Yan Shaojun put down the tea cup and looked directly at Zhou Wensheng, "I remember... that girl's name seems to be Yu... she When I introduced myself, I was still thinking that this girl's name is really weird, just like the weather forecast..." At this point, Yan Shaojun suddenly stopped talking, frowning and thinking hard.
"That's right! Call it shower!" Yan Shaojun suddenly shouted with his eyes shining.
"Zheng Yu." Zhou Wensheng corrected.
"Yes, yes! It's her!" Yan Shaojun was so excited that he almost overturned the sea of tea. "You know her! It was she who killed Weiwei, right?"
