After the girl finished speaking, she reached out and pulled out the cigarette butt stuck in Director Lu's arm, and took a long puff.
Seeing the red light flashing at the front, the girl opened the waistband of Director Lu's pants and threw the cigarette butt in.
"Ah!" Director Lu's greasy face turned pale instantly, and he kicked his legs desperately. In just a few times, the leather shoes on his feet flew to the side, and the socks with exposed big toes exuded a pungent sour smell.
"Are you going to tell me?" The girl frowned in disgust and raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose.
"Say, I say, I say!"
"I'm not a human! I failed in my sexual act! I deserve it!"
The entire bar street echoed with Director Lu's roar.
"Okay." After the girl set the recording to play in a loop, she took out a tissue, wiped the phone carefully, wrapped it in a tissue, handed it to the man who was pressing Director Lu, and said, "Take him Take off his clothes, tie him with clothes in the woods over there, and throw this cell phone at his feet."
The man nodded, took the phone, and walked with Director Lu to the garden in the middle of the street.
"Okay, what about you? Are you willing to help me take her back to the dormitory?" The girl came to Mr. Qian and asked with a smile.
"Auntie, you can go wherever you want!" Mr. Qian struggled to hold Lin Shuang up, with a smile on his face.
"You are smarter than him." The girl smiled, "So, you are the one who drugged me, right?"
"Auntie, you are joking." Mr. Qian couldn't help but shuddered, twitching the corners of his mouth and forcing out an awkward smile.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you help me send her back to the dormitory, I'll let you go." After the girl finished speaking, she took the lead and left the bar street and walked towards Huda.
Mr. Qian carried Lin Shuang on his back and, surrounded by several tall men, stumbled behind the girl and left the bar street.
"It's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words." After the crowd left, the glass door of Somo Bar slowly opened.
The gold-rimmed glasses stood at the door, leaning against the door frame, looking at Mr. Qian's back gradually blending into the night. The gold-rimmed glasses stretched out his palms, and gently pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose with his slender white fingers. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were filled with joy. It's a taunt.
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Have a good night's sleep.
Zhou Wensheng, who hadn't closed his eyes for several days, fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he felt refreshed and refreshed.
He got up from the sofa in Dong Jianli's office and opened the window.
The morning sun shone on his face, and Zhou Wensheng felt the power of life.
He rubbed his face vigorously, walked to the table, took out a pen and paper and began to analyze the case.
The clues that were known so far fell on the paper one by one with the tip of Zhou Wensheng's pen.
Song Bridge.
Zhou Wensheng thought for a long time and decided to start sorting out Song Qiao, which had the biggest breakthrough.
Song Qiao became boyfriend and girlfriend with Liu Yan through dirty tricks, and was then used by Liu Yan to monitor and follow Liu Peng and Zheng Yu.
Later, Song Qiao was asked by Zheng Yu to follow and secretly photograph Han Weiwei.
Later, she was caught on the spot by Han Weiwei's fiancé Yan Shaojun.
But the strange thing is that Yan Shaojun actually asked Song Qiao to follow and secretly photograph Han Weiwei, and even provided him with clues to upgrade the shooting equipment.
So, why did Yan Shaojun let Song Qiao secretly photograph his fiancée?
Zhou Wensheng couldn't understand.
Being followed, secretly photographed, and from time to time there would be girls around me who were dressed exactly the same as me and even had the same makeup...
Zhou Wensheng lit a cigarette, closed his eyes, and brought himself into Han Weiwei's vision, imagining what Han Weiwei had experienced during her lifetime.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Wen Sheng suddenly felt a chill on his back, and the discomfort of always feeling like someone was staring at him filled Zhou Wen Sheng's heart.
He finally understood how Han Weiwei felt.
But at the same time, a bigger mystery also emerged.
Could it be that Yan Shaojun already knew that Han Weiwei would feel this way?
Zhou Wensheng drew a big circle on Yan Shaojun's name with a pen.
He picked up the phone and dialed Wang Bin's number.
"Take the bank card number that Yan Shaojun gave you to check his consumption of clothes, and then go to those clothing stores to check. See if you can find out the monitoring of the clothes Yan Shaojun bought for Han Weiwei. If not, try to ask the store clerk to recall it. , see how many sets of clothes he bought at that time, and see if he did anything unusual."
"Okay." Wang Bin readily agreed.
"Also, please ask someone to check the website address quickly."
"Web address?"
"That website address given by Zhu Yulu!" Zhou Wensheng reminded.
"Oh, um, I've already checked it, but the reply said it was an invalid URL, and there was only a black and bold 404 on the screen." Wang Bin replied truthfully.
"Try again!" Zhou Wensheng frowned, "We couldn't find the URL he mentioned at Song Qiao's house, but I think this URL should be the same as what Song Qiao confessed."
"Then let them try more at night. I remember Song Qiao said at the time that they could only board it in the middle of the night."
"Well, you go make arrangements. In addition," Zhou Wensheng paused and said, "invite Officer Su here. I have something to ask her."
"good."
"Also, send me the information about eyes that we got from Gu Nanfeng."
"Boss, you don't really want to help his sister find a way to save her eyes, do you?" Wang Bin didn't have a good temper when he thought of the nervous Gu Nanfeng.
"I don't know if he has a sister, but let me tell you, he will not mention such private matters to me, an outsider, for no reason. There must be something he wants to tell me in his information." With Lu Xiaohan in the interrogation room After the conversation, Zhou Wensheng vaguely felt that what Gu Nanfeng told him might not be as simple as it seemed.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Wensheng sat in Dong Jianli's armchair, bathing in the sunshine and lost in thought in the curling smoke.
"Old Zhou?" A slight knock on the door interrupted Zhou Wensheng's thoughts.
He frowned and quickly wrote down the details that came to his mind on the paper. Then he opened his mouth and let Su Xiaoqing into the room.
"I heard from Wang Bin that you wanted to see me for something?" Su Xiaoqing went straight to the topic without being polite to Zhou Wensheng after entering the room.
Zhou Wensheng nodded and motioned for her to sit down on the sofa nearby.
After thinking for a moment, he told Su Xiaoqing what happened to Han Weiwei. Then, he took a deep breath of cigarette and asked: "From your professional perspective, what will happen to Han Weiwei?"
"It can range from neurasthenia to schizophrenia." Su Xiaoqing said with a faint smile.
"Going crazy?" Zhou Wensheng seemed to have thought of something.
"Even if you are not crazy, you will be in a trance and unable to do anything." Su Xiaoqing curled her lips regretfully, "Who is this Yan Shaojun you are talking about, Han Weiwei? This idea is vicious enough."
"He is Han Weiwei's green, plum, bamboo, horse, unmarried, husband." Zhou Wensheng looked into Su Xiaoqing's eyes and said almost word for word.
