Zhou Wensheng squinted his eyes, slowly exhaled a long stream of smoke, looked calmly into Song Qiao's eyes, and said seriously: "In legal terms, whoever makes the claim is the one who provides evidence. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Now Yan Shaojun's confession and the evidence we found at the scene all point to you as the murderer. If you don't want to take the blame for the murder, you have to find a way to prove your innocence." After Zhou Wensheng finished speaking, he smoked a cigarette calmly. , secretly paying attention to Song Qiao's expression from the curling smoke.
"If... if you don't believe what I say... how will I be sentenced..." There was dodge, hesitation, and a hint of worry in Song Qiao's eyes.
"We will check all your confessions, but if you don't say anything, then we won't be able to check if you want to." Zhou Wensheng met Song Qiao's eyes and said seriously.
After Zhou Wensheng finished speaking, the interrogation room returned to silence.
"This matter was planned by Zheng Yu from beginning to end." After a moment of silence, Song Qiao chose to tell the truth he knew.
Song Qiao's words made Zhou Wensheng's heart tighten.
He didn't expect that the case would start with Zheng Yu's suicide case. After going around in circles, it would come back to Zheng Yu.
"Tell me carefully." Zhou Wensheng sat back behind the interrogation table with a cigarette in his mouth.
Wang Bin also took back the confession and returned to the interrogation table.
"After Zheng Yu confessed to Yan Shaojun and was rejected, he found me and asked me to follow and secretly photograph Han Weiwei. I refused at first, but the conditions she offered really made me excited, so I took the picture."
"After a few days of filming, I discovered that Zheng Yu was also wearing the same clothes as Han Weiwei. I was afraid that she would be noticed by Yan Shaojun and implicated in me, so I asked her why she was doing this. She said that she had gone to inquire about it. Now, almost all of Han Weiwei's clothes in recent years were personally selected by Yan Shaojun with her. If this is the case, it means that these clothes are all the styles that Yan Shaojun likes. Since they are what Yan Shaojun likes, she must wear them. On the body."
"Later, she seemed to be possessed. She not only imitated Han Weiwei when buying clothes, but also imitated Han Weiwei in doing her hair. She even imitated Han Weiwei's every move. Later, even her tone of voice became more and more similar to Han Weiwei's."
Speaking of this, Song Qiao's voice trembled inexplicably.
Zhou Wensheng and Wang Bin looked at each other. Zhou Wensheng stood up, walked to the side and poured a glass of water. He fed Song Qiao to drink it with his own hands. He watched Song Qiao's breathing gradually stabilize before returning to the interrogation table.
"Thank you." Song Qiao licked his lips, as if he still had some unfinished thoughts about the glass of water.
"Go on." Zhou Wensheng lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said.
"Later, one day she told me that she was going out for a while. During this time, she asked me to continue to follow and secretly photograph Han Weiwei, and she would transfer the money directly to my bank card."
"Going out for a while?" Zhou Wensheng frowned and asked, "Where are you going? What are you doing?"
Following Zhou Wensheng's questions, Song Qiao's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.
"Don't be afraid." Zhou Wensheng stood up, walked to Song Qiao, put the cigarette in his hand into Song Qiao's mouth, and said softly, "Take a puff and speak slowly."
Song Qiao took a deep breath of cigarette, and as the smoke was exhaled, the fear that enveloped his heart seemed to dissipate a lot.
"I don't know where she went. I only know that when she stood in front of me again almost a month later, I almost mistaken her for Han Weiwei."
Although he was no longer so frightened that he couldn't speak, Song Qiao's voice still trembled violently, as if the scene at that time was still unacceptable to him.
"She went for plastic surgery?" Zhou Wensheng stood next to Song Qiao and asked thoughtfully.
"She looks exactly like Han Weiwei?" Seeing that Song Qiao didn't respond, Zhou Wensheng continued to ask.
"It wasn't exactly the same the first time." Song Qiao finally calmed down his voice after taking a few deep breaths.
"After that, she often disappeared for a period of time. Every time she disappeared, her face became more and more similar to Han Weiwei."
"Then how do you distinguish the two of them?" This is the confusion that has been lingering in Zhou Wensheng's mind.
"Even if she wears the same clothes, has the same hairstyle, and even has the same face, the shabbyness she brought from the countryside will still flow out from every corner that she doesn't notice. The temperament she brought from her native family is simply not You can’t be compared with a wealthy daughter like Han Weiwei.”
Zhou Wensheng was enlightened by these words.
Yes, it turns out that the crux is here!
The reason why Zhou Wensheng did not notice this was precisely because from beginning to end, the Han Weiwei and Zheng Yu he saw were either corpses or photos, and he had never seen them alive at all!
"What happened next?" Zhou Wensheng untied his knot and felt that the cigarette in his hand became easier to smoke.
"Then I asked her if she wanted to replace Han Weiwei. She didn't say yes or no. She just asked me repeatedly if she looked like Han Weiwei."
"I said it was like, almost exactly the same. Then she said that as long as I do what she said, I will benefit from it in the future."
Song Qiao glanced at Zhou Wensheng timidly, twitched the muscles on his face, and said with a sneer: "Captain Zhou, you also know that people have short ambitions but thin horses have long hair. I am really afraid of poverty, but I am also afraid of what Zheng Yu will do. Something outrageous happened, and it ended up involving me. So I asked her what she planned to do. She said that she wanted to completely replace Han Weiwei, stand next to Yan Shaojun, use this face to enter the Han family, and enjoy the glory for the rest of her life for Han Weiwei Wealth.”
"She wants to kill Han Weiwei?" Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but feel shocked.
Although he had been aware of this possibility for a long time, when this suspicion was confirmed in Song Qiao's mouth, he couldn't help but feel shocked.
"I asked her the same thing at the time. She said that she only needs to do what she should do, and other people and things that will hinder me will be handled by others. I asked her if Who, she warned me not to ask too much, the more I know, the faster I will die. She said I just need to do what I should do. Don’t ask more about things you shouldn’t know.”
Zhou Wensheng took a deep breath of cigarette and nodded.
Song Qiao's words reminded Zhou Wensheng of the reverse pentagram in Zheng Yu's heart.
If Song Qiao's words are true, then Zheng Yu's wish is most likely to completely replace Han Weiwei.
The biggest stumbling block in replacing Han Weiwei is the real Han Weiwei.
Only by getting rid of Han Weiwei can Zheng Yu realize his wish.
So, except Han Weiwei, since Zheng Yu said that someone else would do it, it can be inferred that behind this website that helps others realize their wishes, there is not one person, but a group of people hiding behind it.
This group of people has a clear division of labor and each performs his or her duties.
No no no.
There is another possibility.
When the cigarette butt was about to burn his fingers, Zhou Wensheng suddenly thought of another possibility.
That is, getting rid of Han Weiwei is likely to be the price another person has to pay to realize his wish!
