Han Bin struck while the iron was hot. "What time did you go to Guanghe District last night?"
"I should have arrived around 9: 30."
"Can you tell me what you were wearing at that time?"
"I …" Zhong Xiuyuan took a deep breath and gulped. "I was wearing a hat, a mask, a black coat, and a black backpack. That should be it. I don't remember anything else. "
Han Bin took out his phone and clicked on a photo. "Is this you?"
Zhong Xiuyuan glanced at it and shrunk his neck. "It's me."
Hearing Zhong Xiuyuan's words, the other team members were relieved. They knew that this was the only evidence that could link Zhong Xiuyuan.
Han Bin's face was solemn as he continued to bluff, "Zhong Xiuyuan, the police have already investigated your whereabouts and the crimes you've committed. Asking you to confess is giving you a chance to reduce your sentence."
"Yes, yes. I will cooperate with the police investigation."
"Why did you go to Jin Zhiwen's house last night?"
Zhong Xiuyuan sighed. "Jin Zhiwen said that he knew who killed Dong Yubei. He also said that he had evidence of the murderer's murder. He asked me to bring money to buy evidence."
"You believed what he said?"
"He showed me a photo of Lou Hexiang kneeling in front of Dong Yubei. The background was the scene of Dong Yubei's murder, so I believed him."
Han Bin asked, "Do you know Lou Hexiang?"
"Yes, Dong Yubei let me see his photo."
"How did you know Jin Zhiwen?"
"I …" Zhong Xiuyuan pointed at the cigarette box on the table. "Captain Han, can I have a cigarette?"
Han Bin took out his own cigarette from his pocket, lit one, and handed it to him.
"Thank you." Zhong Xiuyuan took two deep puffs and looked more relaxed. "I've been quite depressed recently. Yu Bei is dead, and my child is gone. My wife is also locked up as a suspect. She's been out of luck.
This was a family building, and the people living here were all my colleagues. Even the smallest thing in the office would spread like wildfire. To be honest, I was too lazy to even go to work.
A few days ago, I wanted to pay my respects to Yu Bei and the child. I burned some joss paper and some fruits for them. I also brought a bottle of wine with me. I burned joss paper while drinking. I don't know why I did it. Maybe it made me feel better. "
Zhong Xiuyuan wiped his eyes, extinguished the cigarette butt with his palm, and sank into his memories …
A few days ago, on Mount Wuhua.
Not far from the cordon, Zhong Xiuyuan sat on the ground and burned paper money. He took a bottle of Wuliangye and poured it into his mouth.
Jin Zhiwen walked up to him and looked at him carefully. "Bro, a woman was killed a few days ago. Are you paying your respects to her?"
Zhong Xiuyuan turned his head and looked at him, not answering.
"I've seen a woman who was killed. It can be considered fate. It's a pity that she died so young and beautiful. Oh right, what's your relationship with her? "
Zhong Xiuyuan still ignored him.
Jin Zhiwen lit a cigarette and sat next to Zhong Xiuyuan. "Don't think that I'm too talkative. I've always felt that it's fate that we met, just like Dong Yubei and I. Although we've never spoken, she left a deep impression on me."
Zhong Xiuyuan finally reacted. "You know Dong Yubei?"
"I don't really know her. On the day she went up the mountain, I happened to be taking photos on the mountain, so I took some photos and videos of her. Later, when the police visited, they took the initiative to talk to me, and I also provided them with some evidence."
Zhong Xiuyuan asked, "What evidence? You saw the scene of Dong Yubei being killed? "
Jin Zhiwen did not answer but asked, "Before you ask someone, shouldn't you answer their question first? What's your relationship with Dong Yubei?"
"I am …" Zhong Xiuyuan stammered, not knowing how to answer.
Jin Zhiwen guessed, "Are you the biological father of the child in Dong Yubei's stomach?"
"You … How did you …" Zhong Xiuyuan was shocked.
The corners of Jin Zhiwen's mouth raised slightly. "I know far more than you think, even more than the police."
"You … Who the hell are you? What do you want?" Zhong Xiuyuan showed a vigilant look.
"I don't want to do anything. I'm just a photography enthusiast. I hope that my work will be recognized and receive the value it deserves." Zhong Xiuyuan took out his phone and clicked on a photo. "Look."
Zhong Xiuyuan glanced at the screen and his eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible. He said excitedly, "This is Lou Hexiang. He's kneeling in front of Beibei! How did you get this photo? Where did you get it? "
"I told you, I'm a photographer. I took the photo myself."
Zhong Xiuyuan took a deep breath. "Why didn't you hand this important evidence to the police? Lou Hexiang was at the crime scene. He must be the murderer who killed Beibei."
Jin Zhiwen snorted. "I've already handed the photo to the police, but what did I get? My camera and tablet were taken away by the police."
Jin Zhiwen's tone was a little dissatisfied. "However, I'm not that stupid. I still have a trick up my sleeve. I hid the most important evidence."
"What evidence?"
"Evidence that Dong Yubei was killed?"
Zhong Xiuyuan grabbed Jin Zhiwen's arm. "You took a photo of the murderer?"
Jin Zhiwen didn't give a clear answer. He asked, "Do you want it?"
"You should hand it over to the police. They need this evidence to solve the case."
"Yes, you're right. I should hand it over to the police, but what can I get? A thank you, a word of gratitude, and then the other photography equipment that I regard as my life is taken away. Bullsh * t! "
Zhong Xiuyuan leaned to the side. "Why are you telling me this? What do you want?"
"I want to be recognized. I hope that my work will be valued and reflect the value it deserves."
"Isn't helping the police to solve a case also a manifestation of value?"
"Haha." Jin Zhiwen chuckled. He took the Wuliangye from Zhong Xiuyuan's hand and took a big gulp. "Good wine. With this kind of value, I can't drink such good wine. You're a full man who doesn't know the hunger of a hungry man."
Zhong Xiuyuan frowned slightly. "You want money."
"It's not that I want it. It's just that the mainstream society is like this. The rich are the masters, and the poor are nothing. I just want to be recognized by the mainstream society so that my photos can get the value they deserve. "
"How do I know that you're not lying to me?"
"What do you want?"
"Let me see. What evidence do you have?"
Jin Zhiwen laughed. "Do you think I'm stupid? If I let you see it now, you can go back and tell the police. They'll arrest me and I won't get anything."
"Then how can I believe you?"
"Isn't this photo enough? This means that I was there first. Other than the murderer, no one knows the situation better than me. "Speaking of this, Jin Zhiwen changed the topic.
"Oh, by the way, I have to remind you. The murderer also wants to buy the evidence from me. He's very sincere. "
"You've been in contact with the murderer? Aren't you afraid that he'll kill you too? "
"One look and I can tell that you're a rich person. Your life is too comfortable and you're afraid of this and that. Poor people like us only believe in one sentence. Wealth comes from danger. "
Zhong Xiuyuan looked pleading. "Who is the murderer? Who killed Dong Yubei? "
"If you want to know, then show me your sincerity. I'll naturally give you the evidence and you'll be able to catch Dong Yubei's murderer."
"How much do you want?"
"That depends on how much sincerity you have. The highest bidder wins. "
Zhong Xiuyuan thought for a while. "One hundred thousand. As long as you give me the evidence, I can give you one hundred thousand."
"One hundred thousand? Hehe, are you trying to fool a child? If you're not sincere, then forget it. The murderer's offer is much higher than yours. "
"How much do I have to pay for you to give me the evidence?"
"Three hundred thousand. Not a cent less."
"I don't have that much money."
"If you don't acknowledge the value of my work, then there's nothing to talk about." Jin Zhiwen stood up and patted his butt. "If the deal doesn't work out, then don't think about calling the police. I won't admit anything."
Seeing that he was really going to leave, Zhong Xiuyuan panicked. "Wait, I acknowledge the value of your work. I'll pay three hundred thousand!"
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