Zhou Wensheng frowned and smoked one cigarette after another. He turned his back to the door and stared blankly at the pile of messy names marked on the whiteboard.
Squeak~
Dong Jianli tiptoed open the door of Zhou Wensheng's office and got behind Zhou Wensheng curiously.
The cigarette smoke between Zhou Wensheng's fingers has continued for the third time, but his legs are as if they have been poured with cement, motionless.
"What are you thinking about?!" Dong Jianli couldn't help but ask.
"Boss... you scared me to death..." Zhou Wensheng turned around, patted his chest, and looked at Dong Jianli in front of him in shock.
"What are you thinking about? So attentive?" Dong Jianli bent down, picked up the half of the cigarette that Zhou Wensheng was scared to drop, and stuffed it into Zhou Wensheng's mouth and asked.
"I was thinking about Yan Shaojun's confession." Zhou Wensheng took a deep breath of cigarette and replied.
Dong Jianli walked around Zhou Wensheng and sat on the armchair behind his desk. He crossed his legs, glanced at Zhou Wensheng, and said lazily: "I heard that Yan Shaojun gave up all his kids? Since he gave up all his friends, then what? What are you still thinking about?"
"How should I say..." Zhou Wensheng's brows furrowed even more tightly.
"Come on, come on, give me a squeeze on my shoulders, and talk while doing so." Dong Jianli patted his shoulders, changed to a comfortable angle, and said to Zhou Wensheng.
Zhou Wensheng was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what Dong Jianli meant.
"Why are you standing there stunned? Come here and give me a squeeze on your shoulders!" Dong Jianli patted his shoulder again dissatisfied.
"Me?" Zhou Wensheng pointed at the tip of his nose and asked in disbelief.
"It's not who you are!" Dong Jianli rolled his eyes and feigned anger, "You woke me up with a phone call in the middle of the night last night, which made me stare at the ceiling until dawn! I'm so sleepy now that You kid, come here and give me a squeeze on my shoulders, have you wronged me?!"
"You haven't slept all night?" Zhou Wensheng scratched his head guiltily and hurriedly put out half of the cigarette in his mouth in the ashtray. He nodded and walked behind Dong Jianli with small steps, and put his hand on Dong Jianli's shoulder. .
"You haven't eaten!" Dong Jianli turned around and glared at Zhou Wensheng, "Try harder!"
"Hi~ comfortable!"
The numbness on his shoulders made Dong Jianli's whole body feel like an electric shock. He couldn't help but twist his neck and said, "Pinch your neck too. After lying down all night, your neck will be stiff!"
"Hey! Okay, okay!" Zhou Wensheng responded hurriedly.
"Well, you still have some skills!" Dong Jianli closed his eyes comfortably.
Zhou Wensheng squeezed Dong Jianli's shoulders, but his thoughts drifted to the whiteboard standing beside him.
For a moment, the office fell into silence again.
"Why aren't you talking?" Dong Jianli suddenly opened his eyes, tilted his head back and looked at Zhou Wensheng.
"Ah? What?" Zhou Wensheng was stunned, and then the movements of his hands stopped.
"Speak while pinching!" Dong Jianli patted Zhou Wensheng's stopped hand, closed his eyes again, and then said quietly, "I don't want you to work in vain, tell me the important parts of Yan Shaojun's confession." , let me help you analyze it."
"Boss, you haven't slept all night, how can you still analyze the case?" Zhou Wensheng glanced at the faint green under Dong Jian's lower eyelids and asked.
"You brat dare to look down on me?" Dong Jianli snorted coldly and said, "Do you think I'm old when you look at me with gray hair? Let me tell you, this is not aging, this is the mark left by wisdom!"
"Yes, yes, your head is full of wisdom!" Zhou Wensheng hurriedly flattered, "Then let me tell you the main thing?"
"Well, just don't stop."
"According to Yan Shaojun's account, he discovered by chance that Han Weiwei was being secretly photographed by Song Qiao. After observing it two or three times, he discovered that the clothes photographed by Song Qiao would soon appear on Zheng Yu's body, and he roughly understood Zheng Yu was deliberately imitating Han Weiwei. When he found out that Han Weiwei was very frightened when she mentioned this matter to him, he felt that he could take advantage of Song Qiao."
"So he made an appointment with Song Qiao, and he directly pointed out that he had discovered that Song Qiao was following and filming Han Weiwei. Song Qiao was so frightened that Yan Shaojun wanted to find someone to deal with him, or send him to the public security bureau, but Yan Shaojun said that if If Song Qiao can do what he says, then not only will he not report Song Qiao, but he will also give him a sum of money. As soon as Song Qiao heard that not only would he not be punished, but he would also make money, he agreed at that time."
"Yan Shaojun's request is also simple. He wants Song Qiao to continue to follow and secretly photograph Han Weiwei, and he will send Han Weiwei's location to Song Qiao in real time. Therefore, except when Han Weiwei takes a bath and sleeps, Song Qiao follows her almost all the time based on the location provided by Yan Shaojun. By Han Weiwei’s side.”
"What's his purpose?" Dong Jianli said, patting the back of his neck and motioning for Zhou Wensheng to change places.
"The purpose is to intensify Han Weiwei's fear and cause symptoms such as trance to appear as soon as possible. Then Han Weiwei can be sent for a mental evaluation to prove that Han Weiwei is no longer suitable to manage the company. In this way, Yan Shaojun can legitimately take over Han Weiwei's property. ”
"Well, for money." Dong Jianli said softly, "According to what he said, his goal has obviously been achieved, so why did he kill Han Weiwei?" Dong Jianli straightened up, turned around, and looked at Zhou Wensheng.
"Yan Shaojun doesn't admit that he killed Han Weiwei." Zhou Wensheng said helplessly, "He only said that he simply wanted to drive Han Weiwei crazy. He said that he knew that killing someone requires a life, so he would not kill anyone."
"Humph, he doesn't know how to kill?" Dong Jianli snorted coldly, "It's better to say he doesn't know how to kill with his own hands! When you went to rescue the girl named Tang Tang, didn't you meet two motorcycle riders? You can Don’t tell me these two people have nothing to do with him!”
"There must be a relationship, but the evidence we have has not yet been confirmed, so we cannot convict on this basis." Zhou Wensheng sighed softly.
"Come on, come on, squeeze your legs again." Dong Jianli slid his chair back and put his legs on the desk in front of him.
"Then why are you so anxious to capture him?" Dong Jian leaned back comfortably on the chair and closed his eyes.
"The child in Zheng Yu's belly is his." Zhou Wensheng, who was holding his leg, responded with resignation.
"What?!" Dong Jianli's eyes suddenly widened and he stood up.
"Well, the biological father of the four-month-old fetus in Zheng Yu's belly is Yan Shaojun." Zhou Wensheng spoke in more detail.
"Don't stop, keep going!" Dong Jianli was stunned for a moment, then leaned back on the chair and let Zhou Wensheng continue to squeeze his legs.
"Yan Shaojun himself admitted that he had rented a room with Zheng Yu. But he explained that it was just a temporary idea, but I don't think he told the truth."
"What's the basis?" Dong Jianli couldn't help but aroused curiosity when he heard Zhou Wensheng was skeptical.
