Li Hui sent Fang Zhicheng to the door but did not follow him in. She said softly, "Director Fang, you should take a rest today. There is still work to do in the bureau in the afternoon, so I will not accompany you. If you need anything, you can call me." After saying that, Li Hui placed the business card on the table at the door.
Fang Zhicheng nodded and watched Li Hui leave. He saw her swaying her body with an elegant gait. He couldn't help but sigh. If he hadn't investigated Li Hui's personal information in advance, he might have been deceived by this seemingly calm woman.
Li Hui is definitely not a simple person. The former director of the Investment Promotion Bureau left sadly, and the executive deputy county magistrate Xia Guangming committed suicide. It is rumored that they all have unclear relationships with this woman.
If there is really something wrong with Li Hui, then I must undoubtedly pay attention to her every move now. Otherwise, if I am bitten by this beautiful snake, I will really regret it.
Chapter 0167 The Mystery of Xia Guangming’s Case
The luggage had already been placed in the corner. Fang Zhicheng searched the room first. After finding that there was no problem, he found a clean cloth and wiped the tables, chairs and cabinets one by one. Then he took out the luggage and put the clothes in order.
Fang Zhicheng is a man with mysophobia. If he doesn't tidy up when he arrives at a new place, he will be extremely anxious. Looking at the clothes folded into a square, Fang Zhicheng finally felt much more relaxed.
After about an hour of struggling, his cell phone suddenly rang. He walked over to pick it up and found it was Qin Yuming calling. Then he remembered that he had forgotten his promise and would call Qin Yuming to report his safety when he arrived in Dongtai.
"Zhicheng, are you used to it?" Qin Yuming had just returned from the classroom and felt uneasy, so she called Fang Zhicheng.
Fang Zhicheng lay straight on the bed, spread his legs, sighed, and lied, "I just settled down and was about to call you, and you called me now. Are we in sync?"
Qin Yuming pouted and spat, "If I hadn't called you, you would have forgotten about me. You are such a heartless guy."
Fang Zhicheng scratched his head, thinking that Qin Yuming was really sensitive. He had been exposed by her, but he didn't know where the flaw was. When people get along with each other for a long time, they will form a tacit understanding. A look or a word may reveal information. Qin Yuming is now the person who knows Fang Zhicheng best.
Fang Zhicheng explained truthfully: "I was surrounded by a group of people in the morning, and I spent a long time entertaining people at noon. I just cleaned up the room and was so busy that I didn't call you. Please forgive me."
Qin Yuming hummed, and when she saw someone knocking on the door, she couldn't say anything more, so she said, "When you go out, safety comes first. You should take a rest first, I have something to do."
After hanging up the phone with Qin Yuming, Fang Zhicheng sighed, thinking of his entanglement with Tong Siqing. He still felt a strong sense of guilt towards Qin Yuming. The two did not make their relationship public, but Fang Zhicheng had already regarded Qin Yuming as his lover. However, he had a relationship with Tong Siqing by accident, which was a fatal temptation for him.
Even though he knew that it was wrong, Fang Zhicheng couldn't help but maintain a close yet distant relationship with Tong Siqing.
While he was thinking, Zhong Yang called. He was also in Dongtai County, investigating Xia Guangming's suicide. He knew Fang Zhicheng was taking office today, so he confirmed, "Master Cheng, have you arrived in Dongtai?"
Fang Zhicheng walked to the bedside, looked at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window, and said with a smile: "Just settled down. What? Is there any progress in the case?"
Zhong Yang sighed, his face full of depression, and said: "Don't mention it. There are many clues, but I have no clue. I don't know where to start. The Municipal Party Committee is urging me to do it. I am almost driven crazy."
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "Why don't you go investigate the case quickly? You are wasting time talking to me so much. The Municipal Party Committee will not give you much time. If you don't follow the requirements, you will probably be punished."
Zhong Yang waved his hand and sighed, "I was hoping to get some inspiration from you. You have a flexible mind, so why don't you help me analyze it?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly and said, "Solving cases is not my specialty."
Zhong Yang flattered Fang Zhicheng at the right time and whispered, "You are a genius, much more professional than an old criminal investigator like me. If it weren't for you, how could a cunning guy like Ding Nengren have been able to reveal his true colors? Why don't you switch to criminal investigation? You will definitely be a master."
Fang Zhicheng touched his chin for a while and asked tentatively: "Don't play tricks on me, kid. If you want to get together tonight, just say so directly. Why are you beating around the bush?"
Zhong Yang chuckled twice, then told him the location and the box number. Fang Zhicheng wrote it down, then went into the bathroom to take a shower and change into clean clothes. After taking a shower, his throat was dry, so Fang Zhicheng took the kettle and walked to the front desk to ask the waiter where to get hot water. The waiter knew that the people living on this floor were generally officials on secondment, so he took Fang Zhicheng to the tea room to get some hot water.
The waitress looked no older than 20 years old, with a pretty face and a slender figure. Although she was not as charming as the waitresses at the Municipal Party Committee Guesthouse, she had a more pure aura. However, this was just an appearance. Fang Zhicheng knew that anyone who could enter the County Party Committee Guesthouse had certain connections, and many waitresses wanted to rely on this relationship to hold on to the thighs and then fly up to the branches and become a phoenix.
"Which other leaders live on our floor?" Fang Zhicheng asked casually. Since he was going to fight a protracted war in Dongtai County, he naturally had to investigate the situation of his neighbors.
The waitress seemed very shy and didn't dare to look at Fang Zhicheng's face. She said softly, "Two deputy county governors from the government live on that floor. In addition, there are also rooms for the leaders of the Industry and Commerce Bureau and the Finance Bureau, but they rarely come to stay here."
The County Party Committee Guesthouse is open to the public. Most of the people who live on this floor are officials on secondment. Because they are from other places and have no place to live in Dongtai, the County Party Committee Organization Department arranges their accommodation. Some of these officials are sent by the Municipal Party Committee, some are sent by the Provincial Party Committee, and some are transferred from the townships. Generally speaking, when arranging rooms, the county will allocate housing according to the position and level of the other party. For example, Fang Zhicheng's one-bedroom suite is not a treatment that ordinary officials on secondment can enjoy.
Fang Zhicheng saw that the kettle was full and reminded the waitress. The waitress seemed distracted and quickly covered the kettle with a cork, apologizing repeatedly. Fang Zhicheng took the kettle from her, waved his hand to thank her, and then walked to his room.
After entering the room, Fang Zhicheng found something wrong. There was a pair of brown leather boots at the door, and a milky white shoulder bag was placed on the cabinet on the right. He frowned and walked to the bedroom, only to see a pretty woman lying on her bed.
"What's going on?" Fang Zhicheng was slightly startled and subconsciously took two steps back. He saw the woman groaning in pain and roughly realized that the woman might have a high fever and walked into the wrong room because she was unconscious.
The woman was wearing a business suit, with her black jacket unbuttoned and placed aside. She was wearing a white lace shirt on her upper body, with three buttons on the collar undone, revealing a large area of snow-white skin. She was wearing a narrow black miniskirt on her lower body, and her flesh-colored stockings wrapped her two slender legs tightly and charmingly, making people unable to help but linger.
People are divided into different classes, and one can roughly judge the identity of a person based on their appearance and temperament. The woman lying on the bed is definitely not a vulgar person, so Fang Zhicheng would never associate her with a prostitute.
Fang Zhicheng came closer and found that the woman had a pretty face, with tight and elastic skin. She was no more than two years older than him. He reached out and touched the woman's forehead, which was indeed a little hot. He shook the woman and found that she tried to open her eyes, but soon closed them again. Fang Zhicheng thought that if he didn't give the woman emergency treatment quickly, she might get into trouble, so he called the waiter he had just met downstairs.
The waiter was surprised to see the woman and sighed, "Isn't this County Magistrate Qi?"
Fang Zhicheng tilted his head and asked suspiciously, "County Magistrate Qi?"
The waiter nodded and introduced, "The deputy county chief who was assigned to work here last year has lived in this building for a long time. He works very hard and often works overtime until late at night. Your room originally belonged to County Chief Qi, but later the county committee made some adjustments, and she should be living next door to you now."
Fang Zhicheng suddenly realized that the details of the room's furnishings should be able to show that a woman had lived there for a long time. For example, the bathtub and toilet in the bathroom, these sanitary dead corners that ordinary people would hardly notice, were kept extremely clean. Even professional guesthouse waiters could not be so meticulous.
County Magistrate Qi was overworked and felt drowsy after going upstairs. He went into his room as usual. Now, due to his severe fever, he might have lost his mind.
Fang Zhicheng took out his cell phone from his bag and dialed 110. Not long after, an ambulance from the county hospital arrived and sent County Magistrate Qi to the hospital for emergency treatment.
After seeing off County Magistrate Qi, it was already around five o'clock. Fang Zhicheng's cell phone rang, and Zhong Yang was waiting downstairs. After he went downstairs, he found Zhong Yang sitting in the back seat of the car, so he squeezed in and joked, "This is the first time in my life to ride in a police car."
Zhong Yang waved his hand and said with a smile: "It is better to ride in police cars as little as possible. Those who often ride in police cars are not good people."
"Including you?" Fang Zhicheng asked with a smile.
Zhong Yang nodded and replied with a smile: "I am not a good person."