Zhou Wensheng said, picking up a photo from Wang Bin and holding it up in front of Yan Shaojun.
In the middle of the photo, Han Weiwei in sportswear is sweating on the treadmill. In the lower left corner of the photo, Yan Shaojun, holding a tea cup in his hand, is looking at the camera with eyes full of approval.
"Mr. Yan, can you explain a little bit?"
"Is there any explanation for this!" Yan Shaojun glanced at the photo, "Isn't this the photo of Song Qiao following and secretly taking photos of Weiwei? Doesn't this also mean that Song Qiao was indeed following and secretly taking photos of Weiwei?"
"I didn't say the photo was taken by Song Qiao." Zhou Wensheng handed the photo to Wang Bin and looked at Yan Shaojun calmly.
"You...what do you mean?" Yan Shaojun was stunned and his eyes instantly moved down.
"It's nothing," Zhou Wensheng smiled, glanced at Wang Bin, and said, "The photo is too small. Mr. Yan didn't understand what we meant. I projected it on the screen behind so that Mr. Yan can take a good look."
Wang Bin nodded and worked on the laptop in front of him with both hands. A huge photo appeared on the white wall behind them.
"Mr. Yan, can you explain what you were looking at at that time?" Zhou Wensheng took out a laser pen from nowhere, and the red light spot stayed between Yan Shaojun's eyes in the photo.
The look of approval in Yan Shaojun's eyes in the photo was magnified to the point that it cannot be ignored.
"I...of course I'm looking at Weiwei! What else can I look at!" Yan Shaojun responded angrily.
"Really?" Zhou Wensheng stood up and smiled slightly, "It seems that Mr. Yan doesn't know much about the direction of gaze. Then let me give you a brief analysis. Look, in the photo, you are sitting on the side Drinking tea and resting on the sofa, Mrs. Yan’s face is in this position. If you are looking at Mrs. Yan, your gaze should be upward. If you are admiring Mrs. Yan’s graceful figure, then your gaze should be level. Unfortunately, your gaze is looking down. And, look."
Zhou Wensheng said, and drew a circle with a laser pen on the photo where Yan Shaojun's eyes were.
Wang Bin cooperated and enlarged Yan Shaojun's eyes.
Although the picture was slightly blurry due to the magnification, after Wang Bin's crackling operations, the picture in Yan Shaojun's eyes became clear——
A half-crouched man holds a delicate camera in his hand.
"Mr. Yan, you should be familiar with this person, right?"
Yan Shaojun's face became visibly pale.
"I...I don't know him..." Thin beads of sweat covered Yan Shaojun's forehead almost instantly.
"Are you sure you don't know him?" The smile on Zhou Wensheng's face gradually disappeared, and he stared at Yan Shaojun with a pair of knife-like eyes.
"I don't know you!" Yan Shaojun avoided Zhou Wensheng's gaze.
"Then why are you looking at him and smiling approvingly?" The smile on Zhou Wensheng's face completely disappeared.
"You are wrong!" Yan Shaojun's face turned red.
"What about this one?" Zhou Wensheng's eyes became colder and colder.
As Zhou Wensheng finished speaking, another photo appeared on the wall.
The man holding the camera was still there in his gradually dilated pupils.
One piece.
Two sheets.
Three.
four...
More and more dilated pupils lined the walls.
Yan Shaojun's face became paler and paler, and his breathing became rapid.
Big beads of sweat pattered down his temples.
A pair of beautiful hands tightly grasped the armrests of the interrogation chair, and the joints had lost their color due to excessive force.
"Turn it off!"
Yan Shaojun's abnormality made Zhou Wensheng feel that things were not as simple as he imagined. Seeing the fear in Yan Shaojun's eyes getting stronger, Zhou Wensheng decisively asked Wang Bin to turn off the computer.
As the scene in front of him disappeared and the wall returned to its original appearance, Yan Shaojun felt that the invisible hand holding his throat disappeared in an instant.
The fresh air poured into Yan Shaojun's nostrils like a tide, making him cough repeatedly and his thick chest heaved violently.
Zhou Wensheng took a deep breath of cigarette and stared at Yan Shaojun's life after the disaster with his deep eyes.
He was afraid.
What is he afraid of?
Zhou Wensheng recalled the scene on the screen a second ago and thought about it.
Are you afraid of the wall of pupils, or the man in the pupils?
The man in the pupils is Song Qiao... What's there to be afraid of?
Could it be... that he was afraid of the dilated pupils all over the wall?
Densely packed pupils with dilated pupils can indeed make people feel uncomfortable, but Yan Shaojun is an adult man who has seen strong winds and waves, how could he be so scared?
Could it be that this scene evoked his unknown horrific experience?
pupil……
etc!
Zhou Wensheng seemed to remember something, and an ominous premonition quickly climbed up his mind like a vine.
He frowned, put the cigarette in his mouth, walked quickly to Yan Shaojun, and pulled open the collar of Yan Shaojun's shirt.
A crooked, extremely ugly inverse pentagram scar appeared before his eyes.
really!
The blood all over Zhou Wensheng's body ran cold.
In any case, he never expected that the successor of the dignified Yan Group would do such an ignorant thing!
"What wish did you make?!" Zhou Wensheng grabbed Yan Shaojun's collar.
"Boss! Pay attention to discipline!" Seeing that Zhou Wensheng was about to run away, Wang Bin hurriedly stopped him.
"Say! What wish did you make!" Zhou Wensheng grabbed Yan Shaojun's collar and shook it wildly, his eyes almost bleeding.
"Boss! Boss!" Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Wang Bin rushed forward, holding Zhou Wensheng's hand firmly with one hand, and tightly grasping Yan Shaojun's collar with the other, trying with all his strength to separate the two. separate.
"Boss! Let go! If you violate discipline, you can't touch this case again!"
Wang Bin's words were like a wake-up call, knocking Zhou Wensheng awake at once.
Zhou Wensheng thoughtfully loosened Yan Shaojun's collar and returned to the interrogation table with a look of reluctance.
After taking two deep puffs of cigarette, Zhou Wensheng calmed down his emotions.
At the same time, Yan Shaojun also gradually got rid of his fear.
He glanced at the wrinkled and half-opened collar, and then at Zhou Wensheng, whose face was ashen, and a scary sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"It seems that Captain Zhou also knows Lord Sumo."
"Are you a believer too?" Zhou Wensheng lit a cigarette and asked coldly.
"Captain Zhou too?" Yan Shaojun glanced at the reverse pentagram on his chest and asked Zhou Wensheng with a sideways glance.
"It doesn't matter if it's not." Without waiting for Zhou Wensheng's response, Yan Shaojun smiled to himself, "Sir Somo only likes devout believers, and you shouldn't be able to do that..."
"Yan Shaojun!" Zhou Wensheng interrupted Yan Shaojun's soliloquy with a sullen face, "What on earth did you wish for!"
