This is the second time Du Ruoxin has entered the Nancheng Bureau. She was led in from the gate of the police station. She was familiar with the road along the way. It had been several days since Zhang Peicai's death, and she was not as nervous as the last time. When Song Wen and Lu Siyu entered the interrogation room, she raised her head and asked, "Why did you call me again? Has the case progressed? Have you found the suspect?"
Song Wen replied calmly: "The case is still under investigation, I hope you will continue to cooperate with our work."
Du Ruoxin blinked and looked at Lu Siyu and Song Wen. She didn't know why two younger police officers were replaced this time, especially one of them had a wound on his forehead. She was obviously a little puzzled about being called here, and she had a ghost in her heart, and when the police interrogated her, she wanted to know the progress of the police. But he didn't know that his behavior seemed a little abnormal.
Song Wen straight to the point: "First of all, I want to ask, did you see Zhang Peicai at the Huating Hotel before he was killed?"
The police were obviously prepared to ask such a question. She pursed her lips and said after a moment of silence, "I remember, I seem to have met Zhang Peicai."
Song Wen pointed out: "The current situation does not match your last record, so you admit that you were lying before?"
"Our meeting has nothing to do with the case." Du Ruoxin bit her head and looked up at Song Wen, "I remembered it wrong when you asked before."
"You'll remember something so important..." Song Wen shook his head, asking more to the point, "Zhang Peicai's phone and computer have not been found. I want to ask if you know the whereabouts of these things."
"I, I don't know." Du Ruoxin said, her eyes glanced to the side, which was obviously a lying micro-expression, "Those things should have been taken away by the murderer."
Song Wen continued: "Do you think this time, did Zhang Peicai leave a regular email?"
"I... don't know." Du Ruoxin lowered her head.
"The police are now looking for Zhang Peicai's various electronic accounts, including those registered with his mobile phone or logged in with his usual IP. If you have any information there, I hope you can provide it to us." Song Wen said again. Said, "It has been a while since his body was found. If there is anything left, it will be the past few days. Our police are also curious about what it will be."
Du Ruoxin's voice was lower, her eyes wandering: "He... didn't reveal any information to me."
Song Wen paid attention to Du Ruoxin's expression while talking. Every time she mentioned this email, she was unconsciously nervous.
Song Wen continued: "It's a bit of a pity, the leaders are afraid of causing panic, so we must block the content. But we can only work hard to this extent, and sometimes we just think, just wait for it to be released and see what it is. What content."
Du Ruoxin's body trembled obviously.
Song Wen paused for a while, then continued: "But it's not that we didn't get anything at all. There is a mailbox that he didn't use often. After his death, there were several abnormal logins."
"Yes... which mailbox." Du Ruoxin said, wrapping her arms around her arms, she seemed to be shivering with cold, but there was sweat on her forehead.
Song Wen said lightly: "It's still being verified, maybe other users made a mistake."
Du Ruoxin licked her lips, the fear in her eyes could no longer be concealed.
Lu Siyu glanced at Song Wen. Song Wen's words just now were to test Du Ruoxin, like a cat fiddling with a caught mouse with its claws.
At this point in the conversation, Du Ruoxin's eyes were even more frightened, and she trembled: "I don't know what you said. I don't care about this, I just hope that you can find the murderer of my husband as soon as possible. I don't know the mailbox. , I don't know what the secret is." Her face was as pale as someone who was about to drown, and she took a deep breath.
"It shouldn't be long." Song Wen changed the subject, "We have also found out some relevant information, and we want to ask you to verify that Zhang Peicai had a close relationship with a woman named Bai Luorui before his death. Do you understand?"
Du Ruoxin shook her head, feeling that she was gradually going backwards and was forced to a dead end: "I... don't know about this matter, we were going to divorce, and it is his freedom to communicate with whom."
"And you and Bai Luorui have known each other for a long time, right?" Song Wen turned his head and asked her, "Aren't you surprised to hear that your dead husband may have known someone you knew in the past?"
Hearing this sentence, Du Ruoxin's body was shaky, and she could hardly hold on. Thinking of the news that the police had recently gone to the Wushan Nursing Home, she became more and more flustered.
"We... We've known each other in the past, but now we don't know each other. If you hadn't said it, I would have almost forgotten the name." After saying this, Du Ruoxin felt that her lie should have been seen through by the person on the opposite side. It seems that the next sentence will be asked: Are you the murderer of Zhang Peicai? Did you kill your husband with others... This feeling made her breathless and her heart beat faster. Du Ruoxin tried her best to smile, but that smile was extremely ugly.
"Aren't you familiar?" Song Wen took out a photo in the evidence bag, "This photo is a photo of you and Bai Luorui." He looked at the photo as he spoke, "It seems, You should have been around eight years old at that time? You stayed in the Wushan Nursing Home for almost two years during that time, right? So you don't remember your friends at that time?"
Du Ruoxin looked down, the photo was a group photo, not only Bai Luorui, but also Wei Hong... She pushed the photo a bit, as if she didn't want to take another look, "I can't remember a lot, it's like Can you remember the names of your elementary school classmates?"
"Why did you live in that nursing home?" Song Wen asked casually.
"At that time, my parents... were busy with work... No one cared about me, I could only live with the elderly at home." Du Ruoxin said hesitantly.
"It's really responsible enough to throw the child in the nursing home because of busy work." Song Wen continued to ask her, "Then Xia Weiwei, do you know Dr. Xia?"
"We should have met a few times at the nursing home, but I am still young and have nothing to do with her. After the Wushan nursing home was closed, I would go home soon." Du Ruoxin was forced to recall the past. It was the past she didn't want to recall. She put her hands under the table and tried to hide her panic.
"Do you understand what Doctor Xia did before?" Song Wen looked at Du Ruoxin, "About the deaths of those old people."
Did the police really find out what happened back then? !
"I don't know anything..." Du Ruoxin's heartbeat stalled, and then she felt that it was inappropriate to say so, and remedied, "I was too young at that time, and I also waited until I was an adult to know what happened from the news. what happened."
Just when she was extremely flustered, Du Ruoxin saw the fair and clean little policeman on the other side suddenly pulled the corner of the police officer's shirt, and said softly, "Song team, it's almost time, we still have a meeting over the physical evidence. "
This sentence was like an amnesty in the world, and it rescued Du Ruoxin.
Later, the police said something, but Du Ruoxin didn't hear a word. When she came out of the city bureau, her whole person was empty.
Du Ruoxin's head was covered in cold sweat, and her legs were softened into noodles. The sun was shining on the ground, and it looked white and sparkling, and for a while, she felt like she was about to faint, until she realized that she was sitting in the car.
The last time she entered the police station, she came prepared, and used indifference to cover up her panic and fear, but this time, she felt that she had been stabbed several times in the chest.
Du Ruoxin is even more flustered now than the day Zhang Peicai died. That kind of feeling, like it has come to a dead end, the end of the world.
The car seat was scorching hot from the sun, so Du Ruoxin turned on the air conditioner, took out the electronic cigarette and stuffed it into her mouth, took a few breaths with all her strength, and then she regained some consciousness.
With trembling hands, Du Ruoxin called Bai Luorui using her backup phone number.
She felt as if she had waited for a century before the phone was picked up, and Bai Luorui's voice came from the other side, her voice was calm and cold, with a trace of displeasure: "I didn't tell you not to contact me in the near future. Yet?"
Du Ruoxin said in a trembling voice, "They may have found out..."
"Who?"
"Police. I was called to the city bureau again today."
"What did you find?"
Du Ruoxin thought about it for a while: "The police may have suspected us when they found out that we knew each other."
The opposite Bai Luorui laughed: "Then they didn't arrest you, they didn't hold you, and they allowed you to call me?"
Du Ruoxin was stunned by this question, yes, the two police officers seemed to have found out a lot of things, but they didn't ask the core point, they didn't question her if she was the murderer, and they didn't detain her, they just reminded her repeatedly that she might be A letter with a secret will be sent, so what are they calling her for? Is it really just to verify the information, confirm that she doesn't know anything, and let her go? No... and... what else did they ask...
Bai Luorui continued to reassure her: "Don't worry, they have no evidence. Without evidence, the police can't do anything."
Bai Luorui's comforting didn't work very well, Du Ruoxin's heart was still pounding, the air-conditioning of the car air conditioner finally started to cool, the vent was facing her, Du Ruoxin was shivering from the cold, she Suddenly she thought of something: "They may know... about the nursing home..." She felt that she was on the verge of collapse, she gritted her teeth and said, "I want to see you!"
Du Ruoxin gnawed on her fingers while on the phone, but she didn't notice that her fingers were broken. She frowned, biting hard, as if she wanted to eat her fingers. She had to see her, things had gone beyond what they had planned, and they had to make a new plan.
Bai Luorui was silent for a moment, and seemed to be weighing whether to meet at this time. Now she has to make Du Ruoxin quiet down. This woman is still too calm. If she lets go, it will affect the safety of all of them. There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, and then her voice came: "Okay, old place. Be careful, don't be followed."