Song Lang said: "In that case, let's investigate in the store ourselves!"
He Jun looked reluctant, "There are valuable things in the store. You are going around here, if you lose something, how can I explain to Jingjing when she comes back?"
Song Lang smiled, "Just tell her that the police came here with a search warrant." Song Lang took out a document and saw the red seal on it. He Jun had nothing to say.
The calligraphy and painting appraisal expert went to check the calligraphy and painting in the cabinet. Song Lang took a few books and asked Lin Qiupu about his mathematics. Lin Qiupu said, "I can't make mistakes in the accounts."
Song Lang asked He Jun to open the safe and check the cash inside.
After a while, the two checked and found that there was about 1.3 million cash in the safe. He Jun mumbled: "I haven't taken the money inside, probably Jingjing used it."
Song Lang looked at his face with a sneer, "We were here that night, He Jingjing couldn't open the safe, only you can open it."
"I told her the password later. Uncle He is no longer there. She is the one in charge..."
"Pretend!"
Under Song Lang's sharp eyes, He Jun had to admit, "After Uncle He died, I took 300,000 yuan, but the money originally belonged to me."
"Just took three hundred thousand?"
"I took three hundred thousand, how could I take one and three hundred thousand, am I crazy?"
Song Lang observed his expression. This time it was not like lying. He Taiyang did withdraw a million in cash before his death. Maybe he had other purposes. This money may have been taken away by the murderer.
The calligraphy and painting appraisal expert found the painting. He spread the painting on the table and checked it carefully with a magnifying glass. The whole room was waiting for the result.
After watching it for a long time, the calligraphy and painting appraisal expert said: "This painting is the original version and has not been exposed."
"Nonsense, Uncle He asked someone to expose it. This is only one of them. Don't show off your level here." He Jun said.
"Young man, let me teach you a lesson. Not every piece of paper can be uncovered into two pieces. It must be a clip. The painting is made of pure leather, very thin. How to uncover it?"
He Jun remained silent, looking extremely embarrassed.
"Xiao Lin, bring that book." Song Lang asked Lin Qiupu for an account book, opened it, and recorded a customer pawned a Qing Dynasty ink painting on June 14th, pawned half a million cash, and the customer's name was written It's the "old man".
Song Lang thought to himself, what kind of immortal this is, the owners of the pawnshops did not dare to mention his name.
Then on June 25, the "old man" redeemed the painting again.
Song Lang walked up to He Jun, staring into his eyes and said, "Isn't this painting already redeemed, why does it still appear here? What did He Taiyang do to it?"
"Uncle He has always wanted this painting. He used to take a picture and kept it at home. He always thought it was real. After the real product appeared, he knew that his hand was fake. He might be greedy, take the fake one. When the real thing was changed, the old man redeemed the fake. After I knew it, I advised Uncle He to say that you can't do this. After offending the old man, you can't hang around in Long'an, so..."
"So what, did he come to apologize?"
"I... I thought he had already returned the painting. I don't know why this painting is still here, or the expert has mistaken it."
"Why did you say that the original painting was revealed in two in the first place?"
He Jun became angry, "I don't know! I don't know! Uncle He did it, and I am not very clear. Besides, is this related to the case?"
Song Lang sneered, "He Jun, since we came in, you haven’t told the truth. I heard that you have a very poor relationship with He Taiyang. He Taiyang even wants to find a professional assassin to kill you. I think this is the case. You tuned up the painting and wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, so you know that the one you put in the store is the genuine one. In order to lie, you have made up a statement about the painting."
He Jun was sweating profusely, and he stubbornly said: "Slander... Uncle He is my uncle, even if there is a little contradiction, it won't cause trouble."
"Captain!" Lin Qiupu shouted suddenly.
It turned out that there were several photos pressed under the glass of He Taiyang’s desk. One of them was He Jun wearing sunglasses and holding a dagger in his hand while cutting an apple. Lin Qiupu pointed to the knife and said, "Captain, isn’t this a murder weapon? ?"
"What are you talking about! What murder weapon! Do you suspect that I am murdering?" He Jun panicked.
Song Lang smiled and said to him, "Where were you on the night of September 2nd?"
"Is there any alibi? I was drinking in a small bar nearby and chatting with a woman."
"Do you have her contact information?"
"I didn't ask for it, and I don't know what her name is, but asking the bartender will definitely prove that I've been there. It's the Feiyang bar nearby!"
"He Jun, I'm going to summon you now, let's go to the bureau and talk slowly."
He Jun frowned and said, "I am not afraid of the shadow leaning!"
Song Lang asked Lin Qiupu to go to the bar to investigate, and gave him one hundred yuan, and asked him to take a taxi and return to the bureau after the investigation. Of course, he could go home. It was up to him.
He Jun was taken to the interrogation room, Song Lang held up the murder weapon in the evidence bag and said, "Do you have any impression of this knife?"
Seeing the blood on the knife, He Jun suddenly widened his eyes, "I didn't kill anyone!"
"I'm asking this question!?" Song Lang scolded.
He Jun lowered his head, "I bought this knife when I was traveling in the Northwest. I took it with me for many years. I only used it to cut apples and mutton, but never killed any living creatures."
Song Lang played with the murder weapon in his hand. The blade was very sharp. It seemed that he had been sharpened recently. At this time, his cell phone rang. Song Lang answered and said, "Xiao Lin, please tell me what you investigated again."
Then he pressed the speakerphone, Lin Qiupu said on the phone: "The bar staff did not remember He Jun came that day, and there was no surveillance here. After asking a few guests, they did not know He Jun."
He Jun immediately jumped up, "How could they say that they don't remember such a matter of life and death? I swear to God that I was really drinking that night.
"Alright!" Song Lang hung up the phone. "There is no alibi and murder is not necessarily an equal sign. Now you can honestly explain what happened before you and He Taiyang. Don't tell me a lie. The only thing that can save you is the facts!"
He Jun lowered his head and said hesitantly: "I was just released from prison and couldn't find a job everywhere. Uncle He took me in. He needs a bodyguard and debt collector in this line. I have a few people on the road. Brother. He Taiyang, this old thing is very stingy, and often changes the law to deduct my money. When I mention money, he uses something like'blood is thicker than water','why is the separation between relatives so clear?','I It’s yours to perfuse me, I go to TMD, how many debts I have helped him in these years, his life is getting better and better, I don’t even have a house until now. He Taiyang didn’t know who offended him the year before, and went out. I was beaten by a bunch of little rascals on the way. I lay in the hospital for three weeks. I went to see him, and he actually asked if I did it. Have you ever seen such a bad person?"