Zhang Dongmei, 42 years old, is a middle school female teacher in Nancheng No. 1 Middle School.
She taught mathematics before. As a teacher, Zhang Dongmei seems to be successful, and her class has always been among the best in mathematics.
And she herself was selected as a gold medal teacher in Nancheng City. In her thirties, she won no less than ten awards from various schools and the city. A few years ago, some parents secretly put money in, just to send their children to the class she taught.
However, according to the information, her family life is not happy. Zhang Dongmei was born in a peasant family, her parents are still in the countryside, and her family has a younger brother. No matter how good her sister is, she is not valued by her family. At that time, Zhang Dongmei's college entrance examination results were enough to go to a better school, but her family still let her go to a lower-fee normal college out of various considerations.
At the age of 26, Zhang Dongmei was married to a doctor, but a few years after the marriage ended in divorce, she did not give birth to a child, it seems that after the divorce, her life was left Her work, and students.
It seems that this is a good teacher who devoted his youth to teaching career.
This semester, Zhang Dongmei reduced her class assignments due to physical reasons and switched to a tutor. Many parents are extremely regretful.
Now, this excellent people's teacher has turned into a cold corpse, lying on the ground in the hotel lobby. This ending makes people a little sad.
After reading the information sent by Zhu Xiao, Lu Siyu followed Song Wen to the Chunxiao Hall in the Lotus Pond on the fifth floor. This is where Teacher Zhang and five students ate before.
There were two men, three women and five young people sitting in the house. At this time, there were more and more people outside the window, but the atmosphere in the house was sluggish, and everyone bowed their heads and said nothing.
Looking at the clothes, most of these young people are dressed in fresh and beautiful clothes, and a few of them have brand-name bags and watches, all of which are expensive.
Several people also looked handsome and beautiful, but only one woman was wearing a mask in the corner, covering her nose and chin.
The food on the table has not been cleaned up, and it can be seen that there is a table of good dishes, two bottles of liquor, several bottles of beer, and several people have alcohol smell on their bodies, obviously they have not drank less.
In the middle of the table, there is a white cake, at this time only the bottom is a mess. There were some wine stains on the ground and some cake crumbs.
It was after seven o'clock in the evening. Song Wen looked at the flow of people outside, and it was as Gu Bureau expected. At this time, it was indeed impossible to transfer the suspect, so it seemed that he could only ask about the situation here.
In addition to the two of them, Zhang Ziqi from the second team had also arrived before, and had already registered the ID card information of these five people. Song Wen took the form he handed over. One by one, they faced the few people in front of them.
Then Song Wen put his backpack aside and said, "I'm Song Wen, the criminal police officer in charge of this case today, who can tell us the basic situation."
Lu Siyu was very conscious, pulled an empty chair and sat down, took the bag he was carrying with him, opened it, took out the pen and paper, and prepared to record. Then he remembered that this empty chair should be the one that Zhang Dongmei sat on before.
A gentle man with glasses said, "Let's say the squad leader." He looked bookish, and the degree of glasses was thick when viewed from the side, which was definitely not low.
The man looks very upright, but his face is tight and his expression is very serious.
So a woman with a ponytail in a ponytail, a long blue dress, and a short white shawl stood up: "My name is Tan Shan, and now I'm a junior high school Chinese teacher at Nancheng No. Let's have a meal with our junior high school head teacher, Teacher Zhang..." She was a little nervous, and continued in a trembling voice, "We... at that time, we were ready to leave after eating. The teacher was a little too drunk, and then... that happened. No one of us thought it would be like this."
Her answer was serious, as if she was reporting to the students or the leader. Tan Shan is the thinnest of these people, standing there, thin and thin, like a gust of wind can blow her down.
"In other words, this teacher Zhang is both your former junior high school head teacher and your current colleague." Song Wenli explained the relationship, "How long have you been graduating?"
Tan Shan said: "It's been ten years. We graduated from junior high school at the age of fifteen, and we are 25 years old this year."
"That is, Zhang Dongmei started to take you when he was 29 years old, and it has been until the age of 32."
Song Wen looked at the faces of those people: "You must have a good relationship with the teacher. It's been ten years since graduation, and you chose such a relatively high-end Chinese restaurant."
Among the two boys, the taller guy with phoenix eyes and handsome eyebrows nodded, pointed to the document in front of him and said, "That's natural, this meal is five thousand three." Then he sighed, "I heard that The guests downstairs left without paying their bills, if the waiter came so late, would I have saved the 5,000 yuan?"
Song Wen asked, "What did you eat tonight, so expensive?"
The boy started to report the name of the dishes: "Cantonese-style barbecued pork, lotus leaf chicken, Buddha jumps over the wall, special lotus root clip, steamed dumplings with crystal shrimp..."
Seeing that he was really going to report the names of the dishes, the girl next to him who kept her head down and wearing a mask raised her head: "Qian Jiang, talk less, you're not bad for a few dollars."
Song Wen looked at the woman's mask and frowned, "Did you eat with a mask just now?"
After the woman heard this, she took off the mask. Song Wen finally saw her appearance. The woman was very good-looking, with a pointed chin and big eyes.
Song Wen thought for a while and said, "I see you... you seem familiar, are you... the actor?"
Recently, there is a very popular drama, Song Wen is always swiped by Cheng Xiaobing, and the third female in it seems to be played by the woman in front of her. Song Wen is sensitive to people's looks, so he remembers it.
It was the man named Qian Jiang who answered, "Her name is Meng Tiantian, her stage name is Meng Ailin, you should have heard of it, right?"
Song Wenzhen has never heard of it. Judging from this situation, he should be a third-rate star.
"Officer Song... I have a special job." Meng Tiantian blinked and looked at Song Wen. The mask was still hanging on her chin, and she seemed to be ready to take it back at any time.
Song Wen knew that she might be afraid of being recognized. As an actress, getting into such a thing might affect her future future, so he didn't make things difficult and waved his hand.
Meng Tiantian took the mask back again.
Song Wen turned to the remaining few people: "Your current occupation is..."
Qian Jiang pointed at the bookish man with glasses and said, "The most educated person in our class, Dr. Zhao Yuliang, is about to teach at Beicheng University."
The man with glasses turned his head and glanced at Qian Jiang, as if he disliked him for talking, but he didn't say anything.
After Qian Jiang finished speaking, he pointed to the remaining woman in red: "Beauty, the former class flower of our class, she is about to get married."
The woman in the red dress was very beautiful, even more attractive than the little actor Meng Tiantian next to her. This year, she wore red, a red trench coat, a red silk scarf around her neck, and red lipstick on her mouth. These reds made her skin white as snow, and her lips were flaming red.
Song Wen looked at the ID card registration just now, and the name written on it was Ji Meiyun.
"What job?" Song Wen asked.
Qian Jiang looked at the woman in red, and hurriedly replied, "She's going to marry into a wealthy family, so what kind of job does she need." After speaking, he said to the woman, "Am I right?"
The woman in red didn't speak, she nodded at Song Wen and Lu Siyu, and acquiesced.
"What about you? What do you do?" Song Wen turned to look at Qian Jiang. This man seemed to have drank a lot just now, and he was the type of person who talked a lot when he drank too much.
Qian Jiang hiccupped: "I... My family owns a 4S shop."
The little policeman on the side came over and said in Song Wen's ear: "This young master's family has almost monopolized the car business in half the city in Nancheng." The auto industry once made huge profits, and this man is a standard rich second generation.
Song Wen looked at these five people and sorted them out: a teacher who returned to teach at his alma mater in junior high school, a fledgling actor, a bride-to-be who was about to marry a wealthy family, and a rich second who opened a 4S store at home. Generation, and a Ph.D.
No matter how you look at it, these are some of the top people in the crowd.
"What did you guys talk about during dinner tonight?" Song Wen continued to ask.
"It's nothing." Tan Shan whispered, "We haven't seen each other for many years. We met to reminisce about the past, talked about the past in the class, and recalled the life in junior high school. When we were in the class, we were all good friends. Students, the first class Mr. Zhang took after he came to Nancheng was our class, and our class was also very good, especially in mathematics, which had the highest average score in the province's unified examination that year."
Song Wen asked again, "Do you usually get together?"
Tan Shan shook her head: "Everyone is usually very busy with work and life. I haven't seen many people for several years."
Qian Jiang said, "We just had an ordinary meal. Who would have thought that in the end, the teacher jumped down from the upstairs?"
Everyone was silent for a while.
Song Wen looked at Qian Jiang and captured the information in his words: "What do you mean, Teacher Zhang committed suicide?"
Qian Jiang said: "Oh, that's not what I meant. The teacher also drank a lot of wine today. Maybe she was thinking about sobering up, so she went to the rooftop and accidentally fell from it."
Song Wen continued to chase after him and said, "Then you think this is an accident?"
Qian Jiang realized that what he said was wrong, he spread his hands and said: "Anyway, police officer, I am innocent, I didn't push it down, you see who looks like a murderer in this room, maybe someone really pushed it... "
The crowd remained silent.
A good teacher and several accomplished students. Song Wen's gaze swept across their faces, judging who might be the murderer. He asked another key question: "When the teacher was killed, where were you all?"
Qian Jiang said: "I was waiting in the room for the waiter to pay the bill."
Dr. Zhao Yuliang said: "I smoke in the smoking area outside."
Ji Meiyun spoke at this time: "I was washing my hands in the pool outside the bathroom at that time."
Meng Tiantian spoke through the mask: "I was also in the bathroom. I drank too much and sat in the inner room for a while..."
Tan Shan said: "I was about to leave at that time, and as soon as I walked to the corner of the fifth floor... I heard a sound downstairs. I ran downstairs and saw Teacher Zhang lying on the sidewalk outside."
Song Wen and the others looked at the distribution of the restaurant before entering the box. The rooftop is not far from the box, and the bathroom is next to the stairs.
In other words, these five people all said that they were not at the scene, and everyone was in a different position. It seemed that anyone could lie, they all had time to commit the crime, and none of them had an alibi.
"Do you know why Teacher Zhang wants to go to the rooftop?"
All shook their heads.
Lu Siyu has been recording in the notebook all the time, and he has also recorded these clues in the notebook one by one. He raised his head at this time and looked thoughtfully at the piece of messy cake and the wine next to him. Bottle, this meal should be quite lively. He opened his mouth and asked, "Did you take pictures at the party tonight?"
What
Just now Lu Siyu was recording silently next to him, but he suddenly spoke at this moment, and several people present were taken aback by his question.
"You haven't seen each other for a few years, and suddenly there is a party with teachers and classmates. You should take some photos and videos as souvenirs, post on Weibo, or in your circle of friends, right?" Lu Siyu said softly.
He doesn't like these lively things, but most people like it. It seems that this is human nature. He just listened to these people describe the process of eating, and it seemed that the process of greeting each other and taking pictures was missing.
Good-looking dishes, touching parties, and memories of youth are not common in the circle of friends.
Song Wen understood what he meant and said aside: "If you have taken pictures, you can show them to us."
Maybe in the photo, there will be some clues.
Several people present looked at each other, and Meng Tiantian said, "No, I didn't take pictures. In our business, I was always afraid of leaving a dark history, so I didn't take pictures."
Ji Meiyun lowered her head and said, "I'm about to get married, so it's not good to take pictures with my male classmates."
Song Wen asked, "Did you take a photo with your teacher?"
Ji Meiyun shook her head.
Tan Shan also said: "I usually go to the same school as Teacher Zhang, and we always meet each other. I didn't take pictures tonight."
"What about the others?" Song Wen said and turned to look at the two men, "Do you have any photos on your phone? Can you show us?"
Dr. Zhao Yuliang's face was a little unhappy, and he refused seriously: "You don't have a search warrant, and you don't have the right to search our mobile phone."
If the previous answers were considered normal, Zhao Yuliang's reaction now makes Song Wen feel something. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Dr. Zhao understands the law quite well. As expected of intellectuals, I just asked you to cooperate with the investigation. You say that now, but it makes me think that there is something shameful on your phone."
But what Zhao Yuliang said was right. He was not a suspect yet. If he didn't want to, Song Wen really couldn't search his phone at this time.
Qian Jiang spread his hands on the side, coughed lightly, and said, "I want the police officer to check, but unfortunately, I lost my mobile phone."
Song Wen frowned and asked, "What a coincidence?"
Qian Jiang nodded: "Really... It's just such a coincidence. I went out to the bathroom just now, and the phone was taken away. He pointed to the bluetooth earphone beside him, and this was the only thing left." Then he Looking at the few people in front of me, "Everyone helped me find my phone just now. Everyone knows this."
Tan Shan lowered her head and whispered, "I really lost it. I almost called the police. I wanted to look for it after dinner. Now the police are here, so I don't think I need to call the police."
Song Wen could only wave his hands helplessly and said, "Okay, Zhang Ziqi, tell the store manager to find a few private rooms to lock them up separately, and don't make confessions. I'll ask each person individually about tonight's situation."