"We...there is nothing between us..." Feng Lan's eyes were a little dodgey.
"Nothing?" Zhou Wensheng narrowed his eyes at Feng Lan and sneered, "Nothing, what are you afraid of? So much so that Tang Tang was illegally detained?"
Zhou Wensheng looked at Feng Lan's uncontrollably falling beads of sweat, paused, and continued, "If there is really nothing between you, how could you be silenced?"
"Feng Lan, let me tell you, it doesn't matter if you don't tell," Zhou Wensheng took a puff of cigarette and said calmly, "Anyway, with the clues provided by Tang Tang, we will be able to get to the bottom of it sooner or later. In the end, you and your Mr. Yan is just a grasshopper on a rope. Whatever his crime is, you are guilty of it! By then, you will have no chance to make meritorious service. Let me remind you, Mr. Yan may be carrying a human life case, but you can Think about it!"
After saying that, Zhou Wensheng looked at Feng Lan casually, counting the seconds in his mind.
Five seconds later, Zhou Wensheng put out the cigarette butt, stood up, and said to Wang Bin: "Let's go, they don't want to talk, let's not force them. Let's go and see Tangtang."
"Don't leave! Don't leave!" Feng Lan panicked when she saw Zhou Wensheng was about to leave.
"What are you doing if you don't leave?" Zhou Wensheng turned around, looked at Feng Lan and snorted coldly, "You don't want the chance to make meritorious deeds, so we won't waste our precious time on you..."
"I want it, I want it," Feng Lan struggled to stand up and ran to stop Zhou Wensheng.
But the harsh sound of metal collision woke Feng Lan, and she realized that she was being handcuffed to the interrogation chair.
"Comrade police, I want to be punished and serve meritoriously. I say, I say everything!"
Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin looked at each other and sat back behind the interrogation table again.
Zhou Wensheng lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, raised his chin to Feng Lan, and said, "Go ahead. Don't waste the opportunity to make meritorious deeds!"
"Actually, there is really nothing between Mr. Yan and I..." Feng Lan grabbed the handle of the interrogation chair and leaned forward, "I really didn't know that he killed someone..."
"Tell me what you know!" Zhou Wensheng interrupted Feng Lan sharply, his face so gloomy that it was dripping with water.
"Yes, yes." Feng Lan couldn't help but trembled, "I said, I said."
"Actually, it's nothing. Even after Mr. Yan brings the eldest lady to buy clothes, he will call me and ask me to prepare another set of the clothes they bought as they are. He will transfer the money for the clothes to My Kari, the clothes will be taken away by another girl.”
With Feng Lan's confession, Zhou Wensheng became more and more excited.
Many previous clues were connected because of Feng Lan's confession.
"See if it's this person." Zhou Wensheng took out Zheng Yu's photo from the folder on the table and held it up in front of Feng Lan.
"Yes, yes! It's her!" Feng Lan nodded.
The photo shows what Zheng Yu looked like before plastic surgery.
Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin looked at each other, took back the photo, looked at Feng Lan, and asked slowly: "Have you never been curious about the relationship between this girl and Yan Shaojun?"
"How can we, as employees, discuss the boss's personal affairs in private..." Feng Lan glanced at Zhou Wensheng timidly.
"Aren't you an employee of the Han Group? Can the Han Group tolerate your rip-off behavior?" Zhou Wensheng glared at Feng Lan and asked.
"I also want to make more money!" Feng Lan curled his lips and said, "The hard-earned money I earn every month from One City, One Poetry and Painting is not more than half of what Yan Shaojun gave me..." At this point, Feng Lan suddenly stopped talking as if he had said something wrong, and glanced at Zhou Wensheng evasively.
"You mean, Yan Shaojun asked you to help prepare clothes. Not only did he pay for the clothes, but he also gave you a lot of benefits, right?" Zhou Wensheng looked at Feng Lan and sneered.
"Yes..." Feng Lan lowered his head and responded softly.
"Sure enough, money can make all the difference!" Zhou Wensheng snorted coldly. He looked down on such traitors the most.
"Did Yan Shaojun tell you anything when he gave you the favor?" Zhou Wensheng took a puff of cigarette and looked at Feng Lan with squinted eyes.
"He only said this matter. God knows it and the earth knows it. He knows it and I know it. He said he didn't want the third person to know." Feng Lan glanced at Zhou Wensheng secretly, paused and continued, "Later I found out that Tang Tang probably guessed something, so just in case, I told Mr. Yan. Then... Mr. Yan asked me to handle it myself..."
Zhou Wensheng flicked the ashes from his cigarette and nodded slightly.
So far, some clues have been drawn to the case of Han Weiwei's fall from the building.
Yan Shaojun asked Song Qiao to secretly follow and photograph Han Weiwei, and then paid for the same clothes as Han Weiwei and gave them to Zheng Yu, which further aggravated Han Weiwei's condition and eventually caused Han Weiwei to fall to her death on the wedding day.
etc!
Was Han Weiwei's death an accident or man-made?
Zhou Wensheng's brows wrinkled again.
Now Feng Lan's confession can only show that Yan Shaojun engineered Han Weiwei's mental trance, but it cannot explain Han Weiwei's death.
Whose hands are those that "pushed" Han Weiwei downstairs?
Zhou Wensheng took a long puff of cigarette, exhaled a stream of thick gray-blue smoke, and cast his sharp eyes on Feng Lan again.
"Is everything you said true?" Zhou Wensheng's voice was cold.
"Really, really!" Feng Lan nodded desperately, "Comrade police, I know everything I know. I have told you everything. I really don't know anything about other things..."
Feng Lan couldn't care about anything now. She just wanted to quickly draw a clear line with Yan Shaojun.
"Wang Bin, let her sign!" Zhou Wensheng put out the cigarette butt and said with a frown.
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"Has everything been taken care of?" Yan Shaojun sat beside the tea sea in the small conference room, pouring the amber tea soup into a crystal clear porcelain tea cup that exuded a jade-like luster, and asked softly without raising his head.
"Don't worry, Mr. Yan, everything has been taken care of." Hu Menglin replied softly.
"Yes." Yan Shaojun nodded slightly, sighed softly, and said, "After so many years, it is the words of reassurance you say that make me truly relieved."
"Sit down and have a cup of tea." Yan Shaojun paused, raised his head and glanced at Hu Menglin, who was standing respectfully aside.
Hu Menglin followed her instructions and sat down on the round wooden stool next to her, with her beautiful legs crossed sideways.
The soft morning light outside the window shines through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows and shines on Hu Menglin's long, slender white legs. On her pair of small jade feet, a pair of black high heels reflect the sun's rays.
Yan Shaojun placed a cup of poured tea in front of Hu Menglin.
Hu Menglin hurriedly tapped the sea of tea to express her gratitude.
Boom, boom, boom!
Before Yan Shaojun could say the words, there was a knock on the door of the conference room, and then the sweet voice of the secretary came——
"Is Mr. Yan here? Officer Zhou from the city bureau's serious crime team is looking for you."
