exoTheUnfairClub

Zhiyan nodded to him before leaving with Zhang's lawyer.

As expected, the snow stopped soon, and the weather in S City could be regarded as clear and clear, even if it wasn't a pleasant wind.

Zhang Yixing lay on the car window, breathed out towards the still cold window, watched the water vapor condense into mist in the air, and then dispersed quickly.

Just like Song Ping, come and go without a trace.

*Flirtatious and frivolous: from Teacher Biscuit’s evaluation of 04, it is very accurate, thank you (refill)

CH33

That woman is very conspicuous in S University.

She was dressed bloated and simple, and a little slovenly.

As if he didn't know the temperature in City S, he hurriedly and casually grabbed his clothes and put them on, looking like a mess all over his body.

No one can judge her age, her back is bent, her expression is numb and in a trance, if it is not for the smooth skin, almost all the students would treat her as an equal to their elders.

She was walking around the campus at a loss, as if she couldn't understand English. She stood under the road sign for a long time in a daze, not knowing which direction to go.

Jin Zhongda saw her early on, but he didn't care about anything else.

Seeing that the woman hadn't walked away, Jin Zhongda patted his own bangs, stepped forward and asked her if she needed help.

"Hello? Do you need help?" He chose Chinese carefully. Thanks to his early learning, at least the basic conversation is still possible.

The woman seemed taken aback, and Jin Zhongda was a little dazed by her timid and timid expression, as if she had seen Song Ping in her.

"Hello... I want to ask where the dormitory is, the dormitory for work-students."

Jin Zhong's big eyes darkened, but he still maintained his good demeanor: "It's a little far from the small garden, come with me."

"Thank you."

He knew that he had no right to touch Song Ping's belongings, so he just took a photo of Song Ping's ID from his dormitory and put it in his wallet.

Taking this strange woman to the work-student dormitory this time was probably just to take another look at his room.

"Excuse me, do you know Song Ping?" the woman asked.

Jin Zhongda turned his face to look at the woman, and remembered what the police officer said that day that Song Ping's sister had returned to City S, and he understood.

He suppressed the bitterness in his throat: "Why are you talking about this?"

The woman rubbed her hands at a loss, and Jin Zhongda noticed that there were several chilblains on her hands.

"I see that you are Asian, and I thought you would..."

"Almost 60% of the students in S University are Asian." Jin Zhongda thought to himself that he would rather not know about Song Ping, so he replied, "I have only heard of him, and I am not familiar with him."

The woman's dark eyes seemed to cool down for a while, but soon they looked like dead ashes again.

Jin Zhongda forced himself to look away, and couldn't bear to see the woman's very similar facial contours with Song Ping: "We met him a few times when he was working in the library, and then went to clean up the laboratory building, so we could say a few words. "

"Could you please tell me more about Song Ping?" There was pleading in her tone.

"I... I just heard that he has a shy personality and loves to read books." Jin Zhongda slowly constructed a Song Ping he had hardly seen before: "Professors also like him very much. Although I am two years older than him, but I often hear praises for him from teachers I know well."

Her complexion improved a lot, but the paleness deep in her soul still couldn't be concealed.

"This is the work-study student dormitory..." Jin Zhongda stopped in front of the dormitory building, wanting to leave.He couldn't disturb Song Ping's relatives to see him off for the last time.

But the woman said, "Sorry, I have one last question."

Jin Zhong turned around.

She said word by word: "You know, does he have any bad friends?"

He had also seen this kind of despair on Song Ping's face. Song Ping's face was pale, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, when he fell crookedly in his arms.

His eyes are as deep as an ancient well, and he can't see to the bottom at a glance, as if if he looks at him for a second, he will be swallowed by the hatred, unwillingness, and despair inside, and he will never turn over.

Jin Zhongda habitually put on a gentle smiling face of a gentle gentleman: "I'm not sure about this, sorry."

The woman nodded, turned around and entered the work-student dormitory.

Jin Zhongda did not leave in a hurry, but walked to the corner and squatted down, eagerly taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

His fingers trembled so badly that he failed to light the cigarette several times, and the tongue of fire almost licked the back of his hand.

Nicotine seemed to have lost its calming effect. Jin Zhongda's eyes were red from the smoke, but he couldn't stop his craving for cigarettes.

He can't get out of control, he can't get out of control again.

Finally, he heard a sobbing sound from upstairs, and the sound grew louder, and finally turned into a suppressed cry that enveloped everyone.

The woman's cry seemed to be right next to his ears.

Jin Zhong crushed the cigarette butt against the wall, looked up at the window, and also closed the crying valve in his heart.

Just because he plays games in the world doesn't mean he has no heart.

The mess in the room remained the same as it was when he received the news of Song Ping's death on the night of the 29th.

Bian Baekhyun kicked the stacks of books piled up on the corner of the table, and let himself roll on the leather sofa in his snow-stained overcoat.

Wu Shixun came in after him, cleaned up his short boots that were on the ground, and the dirty water had already smeared on the gray short-haired carpet, went into the kitchen, boiled a pot of hot water and brought them out.

Baekhyun didn't seem to be able to catch Bian Baekhyun's eyes with the actions of the other party. He sat up from the sofa and went to the wine cabinet to pour half a glass of whiskey without blinking.

Yes, he can lie for himself at SPD, he can make up false testimony at will.

But he can't deny his fear of Song Ping's death.

He did it to him, he thought.

Even if it wasn't, he couldn't get away with Song Ping's death, and they couldn't get away with it either.

Wu Shixun took away the wine glass in his hand and replaced it with a cup of hot tea.

Bian Baekhyun said irritably, "Give it back to me."

"No." Wu Shixun put the water glass heavily on the table: "You just said that I want to trust you, can you also trust me a little bit?"

"Sehun, I'm very tired now, can we talk about this topic later?"

Perhaps it was because Baekhyun's exhaustion was not obvious enough, and Wu Shixun became even more angry and impatient: "No, you have to answer me now!"

"What do you want me to answer? You are not qualified?" He casually grabbed the glass and took a big sip. The high temperature of the alcohol seemed to set his throat and esophagus on fire, and he was not really warm until the whiskey flowed into his stomach stand up.

"Not enough? Is that enough for Kim Jong-in?"

"Why do you mention him so well?" Wu Shixun's indiscriminate words ruined the atmosphere, Baekhyun sat up straight with an ugly expression: "Wu Shixun, set your position right, don't point fingers at me."

Wu Shixun's face also turned cold: "My position? Am I just an irrelevant person next to you?"

Bian Boxian was about to say something, but the other party didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

"You are willing to be decadent for an irrelevant person like Song Ping, but you are not willing to explain for an irrelevant person like me?"

Before he remembered Song Ping's death, he was questioned and even slandered by Wu Shixun.

At this moment, it is not disappointing or chilling, Bian Boxian chose to be angry.

"Get out!" Bian Baekhyun was rarely angry, or shouted loudly: "I let you get out!"

Wu Shixun clenched his fists and slammed the door frame hard: "Bian Boxian, you let me down so much."

What responded to him was the wine glass that fell not far from his face, and the rich and fragrant malt smell filled the whole room.

Wu Shixun left Baekhyun's house without looking back.

"Officer M?"

He turned around and saw his subordinates running over: "What's wrong?"

"There is a problem with the surveillance in Bian Boxian's community. He went out on the night of the 28th and didn't come back all night, and he didn't see Wu Shixun enter the community."

The police officer frowned, and ordered his subordinates to check Bian Baekhyun's testimony again, and contact him immediately for inquiries if there is any mistake.

As soon as he put down the field notebook in his hand, he heard someone calling him from behind.

A young man in a maroon uniform walked up to him: "Officer, I want to provide clues!"

"What did you find?"

"On the night of the 28th, the dead man drove to the parking lot, waited for another car, had an argument with the driver of that car, and took things from him again."

Officer M found a few photos from the record book: "Look, is there the person you mentioned here?"

"This is it!" said the young man.

Under the photo he pointed to was written a name: Zhang Yixing.

CH34

This is the third time he has entered the interrogation room.

The lights seemed more blinding than the last time he was here.

Gray and white shadows reflected on the wall, wobbling like ghosts.

The ferocious questioning of the police officer on the opposite side could barely reach Zhang Yixing's ears. His lawyer and the police officer argued hard like a lion.

He was probably some kind of contested territory, thinking of this, he shrank into the depth of the chair, putting on an innocent look.

"You must now clearly state where you are on the 28th, and stop using Park Chanyeol as an excuse!"

"My client has made it very clear. He is with Mr. Park. What the doorman said may not be true. Why don't you investigate clearly?"

On the 28th...Park Chanyeol?

He remembered.

On the night of the 28th, Song Ping called himself, and the other end of the phone was talking nonsense. He was worried about Song Ping, so he asked Park Chanyeol to go with him.

It was also snowing that day, so Park Chanyeol put snow chains on the tires and carefully drove downstairs to his house.

Zhang Yixing hurriedly took the wallet keys and pushed Park Chanyeol to the co-pilot to drive by himself. Park Chanyeol always drives slowly.

The location Song Ping sent him was the dark parking lot in front of the S City Hotel.