Qian Hongbo threw the blood-soaked handkerchief into the trash can with a pained look on his face.
The blood from the wound on his face finally stopped. He looked angrily at the deep and severe wound, spat out blood, and muttered to himself viciously:
"Next time it won't be enough to just drug him, he will have to be killed first!"
He originally wanted to have fun, but he didn't expect that the girls nowadays are more capable than the other, and he didn't want to suffer any more.
He looked around the office. The blood stains left on the floor had been cleaned up, and the tables and chairs had returned to their usual positions.
The corners of Qian Hongbo's mouth turned up with satisfaction, and he swaggered towards the door of the office.
As soon as I touched the door handle, the door suddenly opened by itself.
In the dark corridor, two figures stood straight outside the door, scaring Qian Hongbo out of his wits.
"Director! Are you still working overtime today?"
There was a familiar flavor in this flattering voice.
It turned out that the security guard was leading Meng Jiu'an up one floor after another. Unexpectedly, the factory director's office, which was usually deserted, still had the lights on, and he was about to knock on the door to find out.
Qian Hongbo stroked his heart and took a closer look. It was the factory guard and a tall man dressed as a soldier.
He immediately scolded angrily:
"Didn't I just say this morning not to bring anyone to my office?! Don't you want to do it anymore? If you don't want to do it, get out now!"
Before the guard could speak, the tall man next to him spoke first:
"Director Qian, did a woman named Yu Changle come to see you just now?"
Qian Hongbo was shocked. He never expected that someone would come to his door so quickly. On the surface, he still managed to remain calm and said:
"Who are you? Who am I to answer your questions! Get out of the way, I'm getting off work."
Meng Jiu'an stared at him with sharp eyes like an eagle: "I am Yu Changle's husband. My family said that she went to the silk factory to pick up goods, but she hasn't come home yet. I'm here to find her!"
Qian Hongbo felt even more uneasy. This Yu Changle looked young, and not only was he married, he looked like he was still a member of the military!
Pooh! If I had known it was a second-hand product, I wouldn't have touched this hot potato!
But now that things have come to this, he can only pretend to pretend:
"Oh! You're talking about that little girl. She came here in the morning to talk about purchasing goods, but I told her that she still had to go through the process and didn't sign the contract so quickly, so she went back."
Qian Hongbo was cautious and did not say anything in front of Meng Jiuan. If Yu Changle had told her family about the cooperation, his denial at this moment would immediately arouse suspicion.
Meng Jiu'an frowned. If things were really what Qian Hongbo said, why did Yu Changle tell Yu Changxi to pick up the goods in the afternoon?
Could it be that as Yu Changxi said, she asked Liu Bo for help to get the goods?
This idea flashed through Meng Jiuan's mind, and was immediately rejected by him.
Yesterday, Yu Changle promised him that she would not contact Liu Bo during this period. He believed that she would keep her word!
"Did she never come back after get off work?"
Thinking of this, Meng Jiu'an didn't believe what Qian Hongbo said, and stared at him with his eyes, trying to get the answer from his answer.
After all, Qian Hongbo is also a person who has seen the world. He can make a report in front of hundreds or thousands of people. It is completely difficult for him to tell lies in front of one or two people.
"How do I know? I've been working in the office. Wouldn't it be best to ask the security guard if I've been here before?!"
Qian Hongbo took out the factory manager's air and waved:
"Okay, I don't have time to accompany you here to find a wife, protect you, and take people out. If I see you letting strangers into the factory at will, I will be fired immediately!"
The guard was scared and aggrieved. The officer was not talking about finding a wife when he came in just now.
He suddenly realized that that little girl was really not Liu Bo's partner?
But the official power played by Qian Hongbo didn't work in front of Meng Jiu'an. Instead of retreating obediently, he stepped in step by step.
Qian Hongbo was so frightened by his bold move that cold sweat broke out on his back: "What are you going to do?! Guard, don't take people out yet! Can anyone enter my office?!"
The guard was in a dilemma, Wen, he didn't dare to offend Meng Jiu'an as the leader, Wu, with his small body, couldn't drag him away.
He quietly leaned into Qian Hongbo's ear: "Director, he is the chief who came to investigate the case with the police station yesterday. I think Director Bai listens to him..."
Qian Hongbo felt a turmoil in his heart. Yesterday he heard that the police station was investigating the rape case. He just found an excuse to go to the city for a meeting and left the mess to Zhu Kaigui.
Unexpectedly, the young officer in front of him came here today. What made Qian Hongbo regret even more was that the woman who drugged him turned out to be his wife!
Now that things have developed to this point, Yu Changle cannot be left alive!
Qian Hongbo thought fiercely that after he sent away the soldier in front of him, he would kill her immediately. Of course, he could still have some fun before killing her.
"Just follow the formal procedures when investigating the case and ask the police station to bring you a letter of assistance for investigation!"
He held his neck tightly and blocked Meng Jiu'an, fearing that if he took another step forward, he would see the blood-stained handkerchief in the trash can under the desk.
Fortunately, Meng Jiu'an didn't go any further. He looked around the office with a cold face.
The office is not big, only about a dozen square meters. You can see through it at a glance, and there is no big cabinet to hide people.
Where did Yu Changle go?
He turned around with some disappointment and was about to leave, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the small but deep wound on Qian Hongbo's face, and his expression instantly became stern:
"Director Qian, what's wrong with your face?"
The fat on Qian Hongbo's face trembled, and he was so nervous that he forgot all about it:
"I accidentally scratched myself. Aren't you going to the hospital for bandage?! If you continue to make unreasonable troubles and delay me from getting off work, I will report you to your army!"
Meng Jiu'an said nothing and stared at Qian Hongbo for more than ten seconds. When he could no longer bear it, he suddenly turned and left.
Qian Hongbo kept holding his breath until the guards and Meng Jiu'an disappeared at the end of the corridor, then he let out a heavy breath.
The young officer's eyes were so oppressive that he almost couldn't stand it!
Qian Hongbo returned to the office, closed the door tightly, put the blood-soaked handkerchief back into his trouser pocket, waited another ten minutes to confirm that the person had left the factory, then turned off the lights and went downstairs in the dark.
When he reached the first floor, he did not walk towards the factory gate. Instead, he stood there and looked around before turning around and heading deeper into the silk factory area.
The pale moonlight shines on the flower bed rockery, casting a thin shadow.
Suddenly the shadows moved, and a figure quietly walked out from behind the rockery - it was Meng Jiu'an who had just pretended to leave!
What Qian Hongbo said just now not only failed to dispel Meng Jiuan's suspicion, but he caught the unreasonableness in his words:
Why did he emphasize "it's me" when answering Meng Jiu'an's question?
Moreover, would a factory director who didn't care about a murder in the factory work overtime alone until late at night?
Or, is there something else?
