Lin Jiajun gestured: "You don't understand how uncomfortable it feels to face a woman you don't like all day long and have to have an indifferent relationship with her."
"I feel as sick and uncomfortable as I have swallowed ten thousand flies every day."
The biggest question still remains, how did Fang Qiyuan fall from the building?
Zhou Zhimo still asked: "How did you control Fang Qiyuan's fall from the building?"
Lin Jiajun looked around and said to him: "Don't hold me back, I have already explained everything else."
"You should investigate this kind of thing yourself."
He was very sure that Huihui didn't say anything, and if he didn't say anything, even if the police had a hundred suspicions, there would be no evidence to confirm his crime.
He decided to fight to the end.
Zhou Zhimo was not in a hurry: "You don't have to explain, but you have to think clearly that there is no perfect crime in the world."
"No matter how perfect the planning is, it is not perfect."
"We'll always find traces."
"At that time, the nature of it was completely different from when you tell it yourself now."
Zhou Zhimo gently turned the penholder and looked at Lin Jiajun: "Isn't everything you did just to help Huihui get revenge and then be with her?"
"If you continue to waste time like this, it will be difficult for you to even have the chance to meet again."
Lin Jiajun looked at the ground and said nothing.
Zhou Zhimo knew that he wouldn't be able to find any clues tonight, so he might as well stop it here.
As soon as they walked out of the interrogation room, Zhou Zhimo received a call: "Officer Zhou, this is Zhang Weisheng, I want to inquire about something."
Zhou Zhimo responded politely: "Hello, Director Zhang. If you want to ask anything, just ask."
Zhang Weisheng said: "Did you take away a man named Lin Jiajun?"
Zhou Zhimo replied: "There is such a person."
Zhang Weisheng told him: "I have a general understanding of this matter."
"I have met this child several times since he was a child. We had some friendship with him when his father was around."
"The child's character is still fine."
"It's not easy to be alone now."
"Look, just be accommodating and have a little process. Don't take it too seriously."
Facing Zhang Weisheng's words, Zhou Zhimo stood there and looked up at the ceiling: "That's it, Director Zhang, this matter is not easy to handle."
He tried his best to explain: "It's not that I don't obey your orders, the main thing is that he involves human lives."
Zhang Weisheng's tone became serious: "You have been working for so many years, and you are not just a young boy who just entered the workplace. Can't you listen?"
"Be more transparent, live a mellow life, and have some brains."
"I'll open this mouth for you, that's all I can do. Just think of a way and get over it."
Zhou Zhimo raised his left hand, rubbed his hair vigorously, bit his lips, and exhaled: "Director Zhang, I'm sorry to obey."
"I want to be worthy of the clothes I am wearing, worthy of the trust of the people, and worthy of myself under the party's banner."
"That's a real human life."
"If it is found out and it really has nothing to do with him, I will send him back myself."
"I'm at your disposal."
Zhang Weisheng said angrily: "You..."
Zhou Zhimo knew that the person on the other end of the phone was very angry, so he said with anger: "Director Zhang, there is something I want to tell you."
When the other end of the phone didn't speak or hang up, Zhou Zhimo continued: "There is a secret behind the death of Lin Jiajun's father, Deputy Director Lin."
Director Zhang asked him: "What do you mean?"
Zhou Zhimo told him: "In the case we are investigating, one of the suspects confessed that it was her design that caused Lin Jiajun's father to die of a sudden heart attack."
Zhou Zhimo paused for a few seconds and continued: "Lin Jiajun also knows about this matter."
Director Zhang lowered his voice, obviously angry: "Do you know what you are talking nonsense about?"
Zhou Zhimo took the risk: "Lin Jiajun himself admitted that he supported the suspect in seeking revenge against his parents."
"What's more, the case of Lin Jiajun's wife falling to death from a building has not yet been investigated. For the time being, he has not been cleared of suspicion."
"So, we can't let him go back now."
"Director Zhang, please go to bed early."
After speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to respond.
Liang Yinuo, who was standing next to him in the quiet corridor, heard the call clearly.
At this moment, I couldn't help but give Zhou Zhimo a thumbs up: "Master, you are amazing, you are really amazing!"
"Oh, in ancient times there was a selfless and selfless master, but now there is a master who is upright and unyielding."
Zhou Zhimo laughed self-deprecatingly: "Go, go, stop being poor."
"Hurry up and do things quickly. If it doesn't work here, there's no guarantee that you won't find a way elsewhere."
"If the higher-ups really give the order, we will have no choice but to release him."
"Once we get to the bottom of the matter before they do, and the case is finalized, there will be nothing anyone can do."
Liang Yinuo also knew that what Zhou Zhimo said was true.
He asked: "Master, will it be useful if you tell him about Lin Jiajun's father later?"
Zhou Zhimo told him: "It won't have much effect and can't stop him from trying to get people."
"However, he must think carefully about this news and think about whether it is true or false."
"Anyway, it will take some time."
"This will buy us some time."
Liang Yinuo praised his master sincerely: "Master, I admire you so much."
Back in the office, Zhou Zhimo started flipping through the information again: "Lin Jiajun won't explain Fang Qiyuan's fall from the building now, so he's stuck."
"He was not at the scene and there was no one else at home. How did Fang Qiyuan get so frightened that she fell down?"
Zhou Zhimo raised his head and leaned on the back of the chair, unable to figure out the operation.
He started looking through the photos of Lin Jiajun's home on the day of the crime.
Zhou Zhimo suddenly saw something on the base of the chandelier in the living room. He called Liang Yinuo: "What is this thing here?"
Liang Yinuo lay on the table and looked closely at the photo: "I can't see clearly."
Zhou Zhimo began to check other photos: "There is one here too."
Liang Yinuo stood up: "I'm going to get the electronic version of the photo. I should enlarge it so I can see clearly what it is."
Soon, Liang Yinuo came back with the mobile hard drive and connected it to Zhou Zhimo's computer.
Zhou Zhimo couldn't wait to open the photo, found the two pictures and enlarged them to check: "This is a mini stereo."
Zhou Zhimo touched the tip of his nose: "Such a mini speaker is still installed like this. It must be hidden deliberately."
"Could Fang Qiyuan's death be related to this thing?"
Liang Yinuo was confused: "Mini speakers kill people? Isn't that too exaggerated?"
"Would you like to go to his house and bring it back to study now?"
Zhou Zhimo sighed softly: "Do you think Lin Jiajun will leave this thing far away and wait for us to get it back?"
