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"what?"

Zhang Jingze didn't realize what Yan Cun said for a while, and was stunned for a long time, "Who?"

"Just...uh..."

Yan Cun vaguely remembered that Ji Liao introduced his name to him that day, and now that he thought about it, he only remembered the phrase 'how could I like men': "Just... that one!"

He seemed to inadvertently wink at Ji Liao at the next table.

Ji Liao understood and made a lip-synthetic gesture for him. The brain waves of the two did not match for a long time, so he had no choice but to answer for Yan Cun: "Xiao Zhiyu."

"Yes," Yan Cun said hurriedly, "Xiao Zhiyu."

He keenly noticed that Zhang Jingze's expression was not as tense as before, and his shoulders sank slightly, so he opened the grain storage box, picked out an orange-flavored lollipop and handed it to him: "Eat."

Zhang Jingze: "..."

He reached out to take the candy without saying a word, crunched it into pieces, lowered his eyes, and answered vaguely after a long time: "Work, work is important."

"..." Yan Cun let out a slow "oh", turned his gaze from Wen Lianyi to Ji Liao, quickly established a small group chat between the three of them with his eyes, and asked "what's the matter" with his mouth.

Wen Lianyi also lip-synced back to him, "Don't fix it".

Ji Liao thought silently for a while, and just about to speak to break the silence, Zhang Jingze laughed "puchi" not far away.

Everyone: "?"

"It won't happen," Zhang Jingze said with a smile, "I'm not disillusioned anymore... As long as I change my house fast enough, it won't catch up with me when the house collapses."

He took out the paper stick and threw it into the trash can—if it was replaced by personality or black spots in speaking and doing things, it would not be like this, but when it comes to principled issues such as drugs and intentional injuries, he drove directly to the trash can this morning. Those collections were sent to the garbage incinerator.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and added, "I've already turned black."

Yan Cun let out a "huh", quietly looked at the expression on Zhang Jingze's face, and then he was relieved.

"That's good... Seeing that you haven't smiled since last night, I'm afraid you will be stimulated."

He took out a bag of baked salad cake with dried meat floss from the grain storage box and handed it to Zhang Jingze. As if recalling something, he glanced sideways at someone at the next table—Ji Liao didn't seem to have smiled these days.

... No, it seems that Ji Liao has never laughed since he realized it, only that day in the car with a sinister smile.

So he called Ji Liao.

Ji Liao raised his head from the file in doubt.

Yan Cun thought for a while, and suddenly it seemed a little weird to make people laugh. After hesitating for a few seconds, he swallowed the words back: "Well, forget it."

"???" Ji Liao uttered a word, "Say."

Yan Cun waved his hand, handed him a small cake, and said vaguely, "I'll eat it for you."

Ji Liao: "..."

He took the small cake thoughtfully, glanced down, raised his head to meet the innocent Yan Cun's eyes, and let out a displeased "Oh".

He hesitated for a while, the corners of his eyes slightly curved, and he said "thank you".

Yan Cun was stunned for a few seconds, and the corners of his mouth could not help but slowly curled up, and he said, "It's nice to smile, smile more."

Ji Liao's breathing was stagnant, and it took him a long time to reply with a cold "Oh".

Wen Lianyi, Zhang Jingze:? ? ?

...is he smiling?

This might be the rumored exclusion, but after recovering, they were already speaking words that others could not understand.

"Cough!" Yan Cun coughed heavily as if covering up, "Investigate the case, investigate the case!"

He projected the interrogation record written by Zhang Jingze on the big screen, returning to the topic at the speed of light.

"Now there are still a few doubts in the case that we need to resolve - first, who was the one who gave Lu Xiaorui the sleeping pills that day. Since the bar was too crowded that day, I first asked Shenlin to list the staff on the second basement floor that day. Make a note of it and find out who was in the bar box that day."

Su Haiyuan's suspicion of committing the crime can't be ruled out just by his expression and reaction during the interrogation, it's not rigorous enough - but if he can rule out other people's suspicions, it can only be that he committed further harm to Lu Xiaorui while his consciousness was blurred.

"Ah, second I know!"

After eating the small cake, Zhang Jingze returned to his original vigorous appearance, raised his hand and said, "We need to find out who is the one who called the police that day!"

"Yes. Only Lu Xiaorui's fingerprints are left on the phone body, which means that the reporter didn't want others to know that he called the police."

He took out a pack of snacks from the drawer as a reward to Zhang Jingze, and continued:

"Last night, I received a call to report the crime, and it was less than half an hour before we arrived at the scene of the incident... If it is said that someone else in the box called the police that day, and after reporting the police, he forcibly got himself drunk to clear the relationship, then I can only It can be said that he is a cruel person.”

"If you do this, you have to face the risk of talking nonsense after being drunk," Ji Liao thought for a while, and then added, "The people who were brought back to the police station that night did not have the 'accompanying singers' called by Su Haiyuan, so I guess, everyone The probability is that those "accompanying singers" reported to the police, returned to their stations after reporting to the police, and pretended nothing happened.

While analyzing, his eyes moved to the snacks in Zhang Jingze's hand.

"Yes," Yan Cun agreed with him, looked down at the notes he made earlier, and continued, "Well...the third is..."

Ji Liao quickly replied, "Has Lu Xiaorui ever had a grudge against anyone?"

"Yes," Yan Cun continued, "Jianghuai has already investigated Lu Xiaorui's background this afternoon. If 'dissatisfied with her' can be regarded as a feud, the number of people who have feuded with her is probably beyond ten fingers."

He doesn't know much about the entertainment industry. It is said that Lu Xiaorui is quite well-known - Lu Xiaorui is the same age as him, and there is indeed a reason for taking a shortcut to get to this position before the age of 30.

Therefore, it is also easy to attract people's envy.

Zhang Jingze nodded in response: "It makes sense."

Ji Liao stopped talking.

"Team Yan," criminal police officer Xiao Liu poked his head into the criminal investigation office, and said, "We have brought the person in charge of the bar here, shall we interrogate him now?"

"Trial."

Yan put down his notes, got up and led Zhang Jingze out of the office door, took a few steps outside on purpose, and then turned back with a smile.

"Here, reward," he threw the biscuits in his pocket to Ji Liao, and said, "Just wait here."

Ji Liao glanced at the biscuit in his hand and replied "Oh".

Yan Cun suppressed the corners of his raised lips, and raised his hand to look at the time on his watch—it was already around eight o'clock in the evening.

The moment he stepped into the door of the interrogation room, he met the eyes of the middle-aged man leaning on the wooden chair with a panicked face.

Liang Xin, the person in charge of the bar, felt a little apprehensive, and when he saw him, he opened his mouth to defend: "Well, what! Police, Comrade police... I really am not doing illegal reformation! There used to be a basement in that land! I just... A little... um..."

Yan Cun squinted his eyes and sat down at the table: "Oh?"

"I..." Liang Zhong stammered, "Just, just those celebrities... the boss or something, they said they wanted a quiet place to entertain and entertain, so I, just specially decorated it..."

Yan Cun listened to his defense without saying a word, and came to a conclusion: "Illegal reform."

Liang Zhong: "..."

"These are not under our control, and the relevant departments will come to you to settle accounts later." Yan Cun went straight to the point and asked, "Do you know about allowing others to take drugs and break the law?"

Liang Zhong's face paled in an instant, and he uttered a monosyllable "uh", and the words stuck in his throat.

"Acquaintance with Su Haiyuan? Did you know that he took drugs?"

"No! No... I don't know! I... I didn't know he was on drugs! I really don't know... If I knew he was on drugs... I, I would..."

"How many times has he been to your bar?" Yan Cun interrupted him.

"Only a few times! Not a few times!" Liang Zhong waved his hands again and again in horror, "I have only opened this poor shop for a few years! I dare not do such a thing!"

"Oh." Yan Cun asked casually in a low voice, "Does he often ask to accompany the wine to sing with you in your shop? ... Yes, I'm talking about the kind of wine to accompany you to sing."

"This..." Liang Zhong was taken aback, and said hesitantly, "Some...how about you ask them directly? ——I really don't know! They must know more! You go directly to them! "

Yan Cun sneered, and asked, "Why? Your store still has this business? It's quite high-end? Do you know that it's illegal to do this kind of thing?"

It was more difficult to interrogate suspects who were indifferent and arrogant like Li Wenxin and Su Haiyuan before. Interrogating such stupid and bad suspects really lightened their workload.

Liang Zhong only felt his heart beating suddenly.

"Of course, I don't care about these things," Yan Cun continued to ask, "Who does he usually order? How many does he order every time? Is there any special preference? Male or female?"

"This...Tang, Tang Song!" Liang Zhong was so anxious that he was about to cry, "Go and ask Tang Song! Yes! I have let him manage the second basement floor during my business trip for the past few days! Yes! It is Tang Song at the front desk! You Just go and ask him..."

On that day, Liang Zhong was on a business trip to the neighboring province hundreds of kilometers away, and it was quite far from the scene of the crime. After writing down the name, Yan Cun said "OK" and handed Liang Zhong over to the anti-drug detachment.

At this time, Shenlin also sent a message saying that he had found Tang Song, the receptionist at that time, in the staff dormitory next to Fenglin Bar. After thinking for a while, Yan Cun led Zhang Jingze towards the parking lot, and decided to go there himself.

However, just a few meters after the car drove out of the gate, the dashboard beeped,

Yan Cun: "??"

"Uh..." Zhang Jingze looked down at the 'low fuel warning' that lit up on the dashboard, his expression froze instantly, and he said in embarrassment, "Then what, I went to the garbage incineration site this morning... Didn't have time to refuel the car."

Yan Cun: "..."

As long as there is a reliable one.

The gas station was a little far from the city bureau, and judging by the current amount of fuel, they probably couldn't reach their destination, so they had to turn back to the parking lot.

As soon as Zhang Jingze parked the car back to its original spot, Ji Liao walked out of the office door with a sympathetic mind.

Seeing their awkward expressions, Ji Liao took out his car keys and signaled them to get in his car.