"Miss Wen Ruan, don't be nervous, just answer our questions truthfully."
"OK, I see."
"May I ask if Lu Kechen has visited you these few days and wants you to be his agent? Can you tell us in detail about the communication between you?"
Wen Ruan nodded, clasped his fingers on his knees, and gave a detailed account of the conversation with Lu Kechen to the police.
The voice is steady and the demeanor is calm.
"Okay, thank you for your cooperation. Is it convenient to leave a contact information? If there is a need in the future, we will contact you."
"good."
After the police found out what had happened, they didn't explain too much. Instead, they asked Wen Ruan for the photos that Lu Kechen had given her, and then left after a few polite words.
Wen Ruan got up and sent the two police officers away. After standing at the top of the stairs and watching them go away, he frowned slightly and his eyes darkened slightly.
She turned around, looked at the worried Professor Su not far away, and asked, "Professor, do you know what happened?"
"Well, I've asked my acquaintances about it. An eighteen-year-old child drowned in Dongyang Lake. It happened to be a gangster who bullied and threatened Lu Kechen with private photos."
Professor Su frowned, and the expression on his face looked quite serious: "The police are still investigating whether it was a slip and fall or murder. According to people familiar with the matter, the last person the deceased saw last night was Lu Kechen."
"It seems that it was discovered that Lu Kechen wanted to sue them. Someone took a photo of him coming to the office and sent it to the deceased. So that night, the deceased asked Lu Kechen to meet in a warehouse next to Dongyang."
Dongyang Lake.
Wen Ruan remembered the place name.
Three years ago, the murdered girl slipped and drowned in Dongyang Lake.
Therefore, it is reasonable for the police to suspect that this was not an accident, but a man-made murder.
"Did the police find any evidence?" Wen Ruan asked.
"There was no monitoring at the scene, and there was no evidence to prove that Lu Kechen pushed him into the water, so the police let him go back after taking notes. However, everyone suspected that Lu Kechen was the murderer..."
Speaking of this, Professor Su's tone was filled with self-blame: "If I knew this matter would be so complicated and involved you, I would not have agreed to Lu Kechen's meeting with you in the first place."
"It's okay, you are also for me."
Wen Ruan smiled and comforted Professor Su, then returned to her office, raised her hand and locked the door.
It wasn't until she was alone that she put away the polite smile she had kept on her face, and her expression became colder.
The office is on holiday today, and it is time to get off work, so apart from a few colleagues who work overtime, there is no one on the whole floor.
Most of the lights outside have also been extinguished, and the place where people usually come and go is surprisingly quiet at this moment.
Wen Ruan backed up all the photos in advance before handing them over to the police.
Ever since the day Lu Kechen found her, she had felt a little strange.
It is very difficult for a coincidence with such a high degree of coincidence to exist in the world.
Why did Lu Kechen have to wait until the day he came back before preparing to sue
Why was the photo of Lu Kechen coming to the law firm so coincidentally taken and sent to the person who had been threatening him
Why did the place where the gangster died accidentally coincide with the place where the girl died unexpectedly three years ago.
Wen Ruan stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, only to feel that the thoughts in his head were mixed together like a mess.
But one thing is certain—
I have been used.
Wen Ruan didn't know what purpose Lu Kechen had.
If it's for killing people, then why use a method that makes everyone suspect him naturally
She frowned, and spread out the photos that Lu Kechen had given her before, and put them on the table—
All are the same size.
Wen Ruan pursed her lips and glanced at these photos one by one.
Finally, stop on one of them.
She paused for a moment, then stretched out her hand to pick up the photo that made her feel strange, and observed it carefully.
Wait a moment!
Wen Ruan got up suddenly, left the office, and knocked on Professor Su's door.
"What's the matter, Ruan, what's the matter?"
"Professor, do you know the address of the father of the girl who fell into the water and died three years ago?"
"Smoking less."
"Um."
Fu Zhihuan laughed, turned sideways and snuffed out the redness on his fingertips, and then threw it into the ashtray in front of the car seat.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the photocopies in his hands, which were the photos that the police got from Wen Ruan not long ago.
Zhao Zichen laughed, adjusted the seat back, and then sighed: "I have been a policeman for so many years, and I can tell at a glance that there is definitely something wrong with Lu Kechen. But if there is no evidence, it can only be treated as an accident." to deal with."
Fu Zhihuan didn't answer, he looked at these photos one by one, frowning suddenly.
But Zhao Zichen who was at the side didn't realize it, and instead continued to say to himself: "Guess what I found out? This case is also related to the little girl who lives in your house. Oh, yes, it's been these days it's..."
"Zhao Zichen." Fu Zhihuan interrupted suddenly.
Zhao Zichen was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and glanced at the person next to him—
Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were like a bottomless lake with dark and unclear waves surging.
The two have been friends for so long, and they usually deal with many cases together. Naturally, he also knew that when Fu Zhihuan put on this expression, he probably had something important to discover.
"What's wrong?"
"Look at this picture."
Zhao Zichen bent down and pulled out the photo that Fu Zhihuan had given.
"In the case of the same size, the pixel resolution is not correct, so it should be cropped and enlarged. And look at the eyes of these people—"
Fu Zhihuan reached out and pointed out the students who were dressed next to him, and his voice was slightly stunned: "The direction they are looking at is not Lu Kechen. Moreover, this set of photos was taken three years ago."
Zhao Zichen has handled so many cases, so of course it makes sense: "You mean, Lu Kechen is not the only person who was forced to take private photos in this photo?"
"Um."
Fu Zhihuan nodded, turned his head, looked at Dongyang Lake outside the car window, and then asked suddenly: "Why do you think Dongyang Lake was chosen?"
Zhao Zichen frowned, then straightened up, and quickly dialed a number: "Help me find out the home address of the girl who drowned in Dongyang Lake three years ago."
Qin Wan.
It was the name of the fourteen-year-old girl who was indirectly killed by school violence three years ago.
Back then, on the third day after the court pronounced the final verdict, Qin Wan's mother jumped from the thirteenth floor because she couldn't bear the blow of the bereaved daughter.
Qin Wan's father is Qin Biyang, who married the same single mother a year and a half ago.
When Wen Ruan arrived downstairs at his house, he happened to see Qin Biyang leading his six-year-old stepdaughter back from the cram school.
Although half of her hair has turned gray, the loving smile on her face has not diminished, as if she has stepped out of the shadow of three years ago.
"Mr. Qin, long time no see."
Wen Ruan hesitated for a long time, but stepped forward to say hello.
Qin Biyang took his daughter by the hand, froze for a moment, and then quickly recognized Wen Ruan.
After all, the case back then was too unforgettable for this old man who was almost fifty years old.
So naturally, he would not forget this defense lawyer who stood on the opposite side of him.
Qin Biyang's smile froze just now. He pursed his lips, bent down without saying a word, patted his daughter on the shoulder, and said, "Come on, go up to find mom first."
The little girl nodded, then went upstairs with her schoolbag on her back.
"You came to see me, what's the matter?" Qin Biyang pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his tone could only be regarded as barely maintaining basic politeness.
Wen Ruan paused for a while, and then said: "It may be presumptuous, but I would like to ask you, has Lu Kechen contacted you over the years?"
When Qin Biyang heard the name Lu Kechen, he didn't react as violently as he had imagined.
He just stared at Wen Ruan for many times, then turned sideways, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one of them, put the cigarette in his mouth without saying a word, and started to puff.
Wen Ruan didn't ask questions or speak, but just stood there quietly, waiting quietly.
After smoking a cigarette, Qin Biyang pulled out the cigarette butt, turned his head and glanced Wen Ruan up and down, and then said in an inaudible voice, "Come with me."
Qin Biyang's family lives on the seventh floor, but this is an old-fashioned building without an elevator.
The two of them walked up about three or four floors, one behind the other, before they heard Qin Biyang's slightly hoarse voice: "Lu Kechen has been sending me letters all these years."
"Send a letter?"
"Well, fifteen thousand and one letter of apology are sent every month."
Qin Biyang kept walking, and his voice sounded a little inexplicably vicissitudes: "When I first received it, I didn't even look at it carefully. I either sent it back or threw it away. Everyone died, asking for money and an apology Use ass."
"After a long time, things are far away, but the child is still in the mail, so I took a few more glances."
When Qin Biyang said this, he stopped slightly, and then sighed: "I can't talk about forgiveness, I am not qualified to forgive my wife and children. I still blame him, but I don't hate as much as before."
"So, have you met?"
"I saw you two days ago."
Qin Biyang turned his head, took a deep look at Wen Ruan, and said, "It was around eight o'clock in the evening, and he knelt in front of my house all night."
"Kneeling all night?" Wen Ruan stopped walking.
"Well, I can't drive you away." Qin Biyang paused for a while, then turned his head and continued to walk forward: "So when I saw you, I probably knew that something must have happened to this child."
I don't know why, when Wen Ruan's heart heard Qin Biyang's words, it suddenly seemed to be emptied by a thread, and there was a gradually stronger feeling of uneasiness in the uneasiness.
Lu Kechen is doing a very contradictory thing.
On the one hand, it seemed to tell everyone that he was a murderer.
But on the other hand, he didn't leave any evidence or clues, and he didn't even intend to surrender himself.
When Qin Biyang went home to look for the envelopes that Lu Kechen had sent over the years, Wen Ruan stood at the door and glanced at the layout of his home.
Three years ago, many reporters came to his home to conduct interviews. Judging from the layout, it seems that nothing has changed much over the years.
It's just that the photos of the original wife and daughter were removed, and some of them were placed upside down on the desktop, and replaced with those of the new couple.
It seems that Qin Biyang has completely walked out of the shadow of three years ago.
And at this moment, there was a sound of orderly footsteps from behind Wen Ruan.
She turned her head and saw four or five policemen coming up, but only one of them was wearing a uniform that looked slightly different from the others.
Wen Ruan raised her eyes, just in time to meet Fu Zhihuan's calm eyes.
The author has something to say: My tonsils were inflamed the night before and I had been coughing for the last week but I didn't take it seriously.
Then yesterday’s accumulation may be combined with staying up late and suddenly broke out. I went to the hospital with a fever for two days and had to go to the hospital tomorrow.
The exam + review week is a bit stressful, and the update can only barely last three days.
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I haven't drawn the red envelopes in the previous two chapters, and my energy has been too low these days.
This chapter draws 100 red envelopes.
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