"Where's the broken cup?" Yan Shaojun seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly turned ugly.
"Cup?" Hu Menglin was stunned. "Didn't the waiter take the cup out of the restaurant? In order to prevent the remaining glass shards from hurting other guests, the cleaning staff also focused on cleaning that area."
Hu Menglin didn't understand why Yan Shaojun suddenly became concerned about the broken glass.
"Go find it!" Yan Shaojun suddenly panicked when he heard that the whereabouts of the cup were unknown.
"Yes!" Hu Menglin frowned slightly, responded neatly, and left the office.
Hu Menglin never questioned Yan Shaojun's instructions.
Looking at the closed door, Yan Shaojun frowned, took a deep breath of cigarette, and looked out the window.
The faint stinging pain in his hand reminded him all the time that his hand was cut by the broken wine glass.
The wound was very small and had no impact on the body.
But Yan Shaojun just felt uneasy.
Especially when Zhou Wensheng was standing next to him.
Yan Shaojun extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray with some irritation.
"Mr. Yan?" Hu Menglin's voice came from outside the door.
"Come in." Yan Shaojun turned around, sat in the chair, and said in a deep voice.
Hu Menglin walked into the house alone, carrying a tray.
Yan Shaojun's eyes fell on the tray.
Inside the tray was a sealed transparent bag. The glass shards in the bag shone dazzlingly when exposed to the sunlight outside the window.
The moment he saw the broken glass, Yan Shaojun's heart calmed down a lot.
"Mr. Yan, I found it in the trash can." Hu Menglin said softly.
"Well," Yan Shaojun nodded, "Bring it to me and take a look."
Hu Menglin glanced at the tray and hesitated: "Mr. Yan, this...trash can..."
"Let me see."
Yan Shaojun's unquestionable imperial aura rushed towards her face, making Hu Menglin unconsciously hold the tray and place it on the desk in front of Yan Shaojun.
There was only broken glass in the sealed bag.
"Was the bag sealed like this when you found it?" Yan Shaojun asked in a deep voice.
"Yes." Hu Menglin nodded, "This is how we always deal with broken glass. One is to avoid secondary damage, and the other is to facilitate the classification of garbage."
"Yeah," Yan Shaojun nodded.
He didn't know what the principles were for dealing with broken glass, and he didn't care. The only thing he wanted to find now was whether the broken glass in front of him was the glass he broke.
"Okay, go ahead. Entertain all the guests today. If Han Zichuan asks about me, you will..."
"I just said that Mr. Yan was accidentally injured by a thief and is resting." Hu Menglin took over Yan Shaojun's words.
"Yeah." Yan Shaojun nodded, "If anyone else comes to see me..."
"Don't worry, if I don't receive your call, no one in this office will come to disturb you."
Hu Menglin's response made Yan Shaojun very satisfied. He waved away Hu Menglin.
Wait until the office becomes silent again.
Yan Shaojun's eyes focused on the tray in front of him again.
There was still some dirt from the trash can still on the bag.
Yan Shaojun opened the drawer, took out a pair of scissors, and cut open the bag.
When I picked it up in my pocket, I found glass fragments of all sizes covering the tray.
Yan Shaojun put on latex gloves and gently pinched the largest piece——
The bottom of a goblet.
Yan Shaojun gently pinched the bottom cup holder and carefully looked at the crystal clear cup stem above.
Through the sunlight, a fingerprint broke into Yan Shaojun's sight.
Yan Shaojun put the tip of his nose up and distinguished it carefully.
The familiar scent of the clear sea penetrates your nostrils.
This familiar smell made Yan Shaojun quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
He took out the tweezers and rummaged gently through the tray.
A flash of brown.
Bang!
Yan Shaojun threw the tweezers into the tray and took a deep breath. Then he sank into the boss's chair and looked at the broken glass in the tray that reflected the sun's rays with tired eyes.
Maybe I'm thinking too much...
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"Hiss..." The two policemen behind the interrogation table took a breath, looked at each other, and looked at Lin Shuang on the interrogation chair opposite with some embarrassment.
"Why did you just take a shower?" The policeman was a bit annoyed.
"I don't take a shower. Do I have to come to the police station to report the crime naked with... that thing on my head?" Lin Shuang still didn't have the courage to say the word "jy" after all.
"Aren't you wearing clothes? How can you be naked?" Lin Shuang's retort left the policeman speechless.
"These...these clothes were left to me by them...not my own clothes..." Lin Shuang lowered his head and said in embarrassment.
"You can call the police at the hotel if you don't have any clothes. Wait until we get there..." Lin Shuang's ignorance almost broke through the police's psychological defense.
"Wait!" Before Lin Shuang could answer again, the policeman seemed to suddenly remember something, and his expression suddenly became extremely serious, "You mean, they left some clothes for you?"
"Yes..." Lin Shuang nodded without knowing why.
"Besides the clothes you're wearing, what else is there?!"
The increasingly severe questioning made Lin Shuang tremble.
"There's still... some money..." Lin Shuang lowered her head, her voice was like a gnat, and her eyes were fixed on her toes, not daring to raise her head at all.
"How much!"
The scolding from the front almost scared Lin Shuang to tears.
"Five...five thousand..."
The crying response completely broke the last bit of patience the police had.
"You are not a prostitute! You are a prostitute!"
"How could it be!" Lin Shuang was instantly confused.
It's obviously QJ or even LJ, but after asking a few questions, it was defined as prostitution. !
Lin Shuang didn't understand.
"How could this happen! I have told you everything from beginning to end! I was forced! I didn't know anything when it happened! How could I become a prostitute..." Lin Shuang cried desperately Shouted.
"Please calm down first!" the policeman shouted helplessly.
But obviously, Lin Shuang, who was in collapse, couldn't hear any sounds from the outside world at all.
After about two or three minutes, Lin Shuang collapsed on the interrogation chair like a puppet with its strings cut off.
A pair of hazy tearful eyes looked at the floor in front of him, and his dry lips murmured: "How could this happen...how could this happen!"
"Because they left money for you. So there is a transaction between you." The policeman carefully chose his words, for fear of irritating Lin Shuang again, who had finally calmed down a little.
"No! It's not like that!" Lin Shuang suddenly shouted again, "I didn't ask for money! I didn't know they would keep the money! I was really forced!"
The two policemen looked at each other, pondered for a moment, and said, "Can you prove that you were forced to do this?"
