"The clothes Mr. Yan bought for Mrs. Yan are not cheap, are they?" Zhou Wensheng said, picking up the teapot and pouring warm tea into Yan Shaojun's notebook.
"This..." Yan Shaojun was stunned. He didn't understand why Zhou Wensheng suddenly asked like this.
"Given Mrs. Yan's status, she naturally won't wear cheap off-brand street stalls. She buys them all at the counter, right?" Zhou Wensheng said with a gentle smile.
"Yes, it is absolutely genuine from the counter. I still have purchase records. If you don't believe what I say, you can check my bank statements from that period to see if I took Weiwei to buy clothes almost every day." Yan Shaojun said. Then, he couldn't wait to find a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Wensheng.
Zhou Wensheng picked up the bank card, asked Wang Bin to copy the bank card account number, and then returned the card to Yan Shaojun.
"Thank you, Mr. Yan, for cooperating with us. We will check all the information you provide."
Watching Yan Shaojun put away his bank card, Zhou Wensheng pushed the tea cup in front of Yan Shaojun forward and said, "Having said so much, Mr. Yan, please take a sip of tea to moisten your throat."
"Listening to what Mr. Yan just said, Mr. Yan suspected that Zheng Yu gave up following you and then followed Mrs. Yan instead?" Seeing the panic in Yan Shaojun's eyes gradually fade away, Zhou Wensheng asked again.
"Yes!" Yan Shaojun instantly became more energetic after hearing Zhou Wensheng return to the previous topic.
"And I suspect that Weiwei is in a trance because she was disturbed by this girl named Zheng Yu." Yan Shaojun tilted his body in the direction of Zhou Wensheng and said mysteriously, "Do you think, there is such a ghost all day long? With the same people around you, anyone else would go crazy, right?"
"Well," Zhou Wensheng nodded, "this analysis still makes some sense."
"So you suspect that Mrs. Yan's death is related to this girl named Zheng Yu?" Zhou Wensheng paused and asked.
"It definitely has something to do with it!" Yan Shaojun's cheeks turned red with excitement, and he almost burst into flames.
"Then why did Mr. Yan not provide this clue to the police as soon as the case occurred?" Zhou Wensheng looked at Yan Shaojun with a half-smile.
The moment Zhou Wensheng finished speaking, the expression on Yan Shaojun's face visibly froze.
The panic that had just subsided was boiling in his eyes again.
"This...isn't it true that Weiwei's death had such a huge impact on me? I was so sad that my mind went blank, so I couldn't even think of this..." Yan Shaojun explained to Zhou Wensheng, suppressing his racing heart.
"Oh, yes, it was me who was abrupt." Zhou Wensheng apologized to Yan Shaojun with a slight smile.
"What happened next? Since Mr. Yan was skeptical about Mrs. Yan's suicide, why didn't he carefully review the suspicious points and raise objections to the police afterwards?" Zhou Wensheng lit a cigarette and asked slowly.
"What do you mean by Officer Zhou?" Yan Shaojun frowned, and his tone suddenly became serious, "Isn't it what you police should do to find clues and investigate cases? Why did I listen to Officer Zhou's words, as if he was accusing me of my mistakes? What to do?"
"Mr. Yan is right." Faced with Yan Shaojun's somewhat aggressive questioning, Zhou Wensheng smiled calmly, "Maybe Mr. Yan has forgotten that you have always been the one who has objections to Mrs. Yan's case. The police have investigated in many aspects. We came to the conclusion of suicide because you never believed it and cried and begged me to help you find out the truth. But in such a case that has been concluded, how can we investigate it if you don’t come up with new clues and evidence? Woolen cloth?"
Zhou Wensheng's words made Yan Shaojun's face turn red and white.
"I was impulsive..." After a long stalemate, Yan Shaojun finally calmed down and lowered his eyes, "Officer Zhou, you know Weiwei is really important to me, so..." Yan Shaojun's His voice gradually choked up, "So, whenever I mention this matter, it's really hard for me to control my emotions... I'll make you laugh..."
"Mr. Yan is a sweet-tempered person, and he has a deep affection for Mrs. Yan. We all understand." Zhou Wensheng said, picking up the teacup, and secretly observed Yan Shaojun's expression along the edge of the teacup.
"Then if I provide this clue now...is it too late..." Yan Shaojun choked up as he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"It's in time, of course it's in time." Zhou Wensheng thoughtfully helped Yan Shaojun refill the tea, "It's in time at any time. If Mrs. Yan has a spirit in heaven, she will definitely be moved."
"That's good, as long as it's in time." For some reason, Yan Shaojun's eyes quickly flashed with panic.
"Mr. Yan, what other concerns do you have?" Zhou Wensheng asked gently.
"Ah?" Yan Shaojun quickly retracted his finger that had just touched the teacup, "Oh, no, no. I'm worried that so many days have passed and a lot of evidence is hard to find..."
"Don't worry, Mr. Yan." Zhou Wensheng's eyes instantly became serious and firm, "As long as there is the slightest clue, we will get to the bottom of it! We will definitely live up to your expectations of us!"
"Then...then thank you." Yan Shaojun twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.
"Mr. Yan, be careful!" Zhou Wensheng shouted out loud.
"Ah!" Yan Shaojun exclaimed at the same time as Zhou Wensheng's words fell to the ground.
It turned out that Yan Shaojun, who was restless, picked up the tea cup and tried to hide his strangeness. Unexpectedly, because of his distraction, a whole cup of water spilled on his chest.
"Oops, it's all my fault. I forgot to remind you of the freshly brewed tea." Zhou Wensheng apologized repeatedly and grabbed a tissue nearby to help Yan Shaojun wipe away the water stains.
Unexpectedly, the moment Zhou Wensheng touched Yan Shaojun's chest, Yan Shaojun jumped away instantly as if he was electrocuted.
"I can just do it myself." Faced with Zhou Wensheng's stunned gaze, Yan Shaojun awkwardly took the tissue in Zhou Wensheng's hand and said with a smile.
"Mr. Yan," Zhou Wensheng raised the corners of his mouth as he watched Yan Shaojun hurriedly wiping away the water stains, "I have one last question."
"Say it." Yan Shaojun responded without raising his head.
"Mr. Yan, have you ever heard of the reverse pentagram?"
As Zhou Wensheng's words fell to the ground, Yan Shaojun was shocked.
"No!" Yan Shaojun said quickly and decisively.
"Okay then." Zhou Wensheng looked at Yan Shaojun playfully.
"Officer Zhou, do you have any more questions?" Yan Shaojun threw away the wet tissue and looked a little unhappy. "If there are no questions, I think we can just stop talking here today. If I think of any other clues, I’ll contact you again.”
"That's fine." Zhou Wensheng nodded with a smile and stood up, "I came here unexpectedly today and took up a lot of Mr. Yan's time. It's time for us to say goodbye."
"Mr. Yan, please take a look at the transcript. If there is no problem, please sign on the back." Wang Bin stood up and handed the transcript to Yan Shaojun.
Yan Shaojun took the transcript without reading it, turned to the end and signed his name.
"Two police officers, please move slowly." Yan Shaojun returned the record to Wang Bin, raised his hand and pointed towards the door, issuing an order to expel the guests.
"Mr. Yan, stay here." Zhou Wensheng said politely and led Wang Bin out of the small conference room.
Watching Zhou Wensheng and his two men leave, Yan Shaojun gently closed the door of the small conference room.
Seeing the mess near the tea sea, Yan Shaojun's face became increasingly gloomy.
He pressed the pager next to the door: "Ask Chen Bing to wait for me in my office."
