Zhang Wuyang's sudden death caught people off guard. Apart from Qin Xiaoming, who hurriedly came from Hetu Township, only Zhou Jing could help, including vehicle arrangements, condolences from relatives and friends, and funeral and cremation. He took care of all the matters by himself.
It took two days to finally finish the funeral. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their tired and depressed mood was relieved.
What needs to be considered now is naturally the cause of Zhang Wuyang's death. Zhou Jing naturally refuses to believe the accident reported by Deputy Mayor Wei Heping, but he also feels that the possibility of the other party killing people and silencing them is not high. The reason is simple. If it is true,
If you want to take action, you should start first with Zhou Jing, who is outside and poses the greatest threat, rather than Zhang Wuyang, who is in prison and has lost his freedom. This order is wrong.
What Zhou Jing suspected was that someone else had murderous intentions against Zhang Wuyang. After all, Zhang Wuyang had worked in the criminal police team for half his life. He dealt with those desperadoes almost every day and had many grudges. When he was in power, those people did not dare to use the most dangerous methods.
Revenge, and when Zhang Wuyang broke the law and was also in trouble, it was the best time for those people to take revenge. This speculation is also tenable.
In order to clear the suspicion, Wei Heping made a special trip to the municipal party committee compound on Tuesday afternoon. He dragged Zhou Jing to the municipal bureau. In his office, he checked the interrogation records, the prisoners' recordings, and some witnesses.
The evidence provided and all the information in it show that this murder was just a dispute of temper between two prisoners, and it was a sudden incident. It was not a deliberate act.
Zhou Jing sat at his desk, listening to the confession in the tape recorder over and over again. His eyes fell on the file, staring at the criminal suspect's resume, lit a cigarette, frowned and smoked. The prisoner's name was Lu Zhenlin, and he was not a teenager.
A local from Yangyang, not even from Jiangzhou Province, six months ago, he stabbed a middle-aged woman with a knife in Qingyang during a robbery. He was caught by the police and sentenced to seven years in prison after trial.
Judging from the files, this person has never been to Qingyang before, and has no criminal record here. He does not seem to have a grudge against Zhang Wuyang. The relationship between the two has been tense since they moved to the same cell. Zhang Wuyang was originally
He has a strong personality, and he was the leader of the criminal police team before he was imprisoned. He is used to giving orders. Even after entering prison, he did not change this habit. Instead, he became the prison captain and took charge of several prisoners in the same room.
However, the materials show that this guy named Lu Zhenlin has never been submissive. The two fought several times in the cell. Every time Zhang Wuyang beat his opponent to the point where he was unable to fight back, but after several months,
There was still no way to completely tame him. The night before the incident, the two had a fierce quarrel over trivial matters. Zhang Wuyang even slapped the other party in the face under the influence of alcohol.
It was this slap that caused trouble. While Zhang Wuyang was drunk and sleeping, the man picked up half a brick hidden under the pillow and hit Zhang Wuyang on the head. The prisoners next to him were a little dumbfounded when they saw it. No one dared.
They stepped forward to stop him, but the screams alerted the prison guards outside. After they hurriedly opened the cell, they discovered that Zhang Wuyang was already dying and died before being sent to the hospital.
This process is no different from Wei Heping's account on Friday night, and the chain of evidence is relatively complete. At least there is no flaw in the materials. In addition, Wei Heping lowered his attitude and faced the situation more sincerely.
It was not easy for Zhou Jing to pursue this matter. He lit a cigarette, frowned and took a few puffs, then said softly: "Mayor Wei, can I take a look at that guy?"
Wei Heping smiled slightly, put away the file, looked at the door, and said softly: "Okay, I will make arrangements right now."
"Thank you!" Zhou Jing's expression was extremely calm, frowning and smoking. After waiting for Wei Heping to call, he followed him downstairs, got into the car, and headed to the prison. Along the way, the two of them were in complicated moods. During the chat,
They speculate on each other's psychology.
When he arrived at the prison, Zhou Jing saw the prisoner, stared into his eyes, and asked some questions. Lu Zhenlin looked calm and stared blankly at the tiles on the ground, repeating a few words over and over again. Zhang Wuyang is too arrogant. In prison
He couldn't stand being king and hegemony, and he couldn't stand Zhang Wuyang's torture, so he just wanted to kill him. There was nothing else involved, and no one was instigating it.
Zhou Jing asked for more than ten minutes, but found no clues and was a little discouraged. The other party had been beaten to a bruised and swollen face and was in a very embarrassed state, which made him lose interest in beating him up. He got up and left, returning to the city with Wei Heping.
I got off the car in the city center, took a taxi alone, and went to Qin Xiaoqian's house. When I arrived upstairs, I stood silently at the door for a long time, then raised my right hand and gently knocked on the door.
The door was quickly opened, and Qin Xiaoqian appeared in front of her. She was wearing a brown nightgown, with a large area of snow-white crystal skin showing on her chest. The silky nightgown was cut appropriately and wrapped tightly around her body, outlining her figure.
Her alluring waist curve.
There was no powder applied on her pretty cheek, but it was as tender as gel and as white as jade. There was a sad and sad look between her eyebrows, which made her look a little haggard, but she was particularly endearing. Her rose petal-like red lips were slightly blooming.
It shows a kind of sad and blurred beauty.
Qin Xiaoqian glanced over, turned sideways, let him into the room, then went to the kitchen, brought two cups of tea, put them on the coffee table, leaned on the edge of the sofa, turned her head to the side, biting her pink lips
, silently, a pair of small white hands were rubbing the hem of the skirt, and under the skirt, the pair of slender and beautiful legs were elegantly brought together and tilted to the side.
Zhou Jing held the tea, took a sip, put down the cup, looked up in the direction of the bedroom, and whispered, "Where's Jingjing?"
Qin Xiaoqian sighed and said quietly: "I was not at home, and my child's grandma picked me up when school was over!"
Zhou Jing groaned, took out a Chinese cigarette from his pocket, threw it on the coffee table, took out one, lit it, frowned and took a sip, and said with concern: "Sister Qin, your complexion is still not good, please take a few days off to rest."
God, don’t put too much pressure on yourself.”
Qin Xiaoqian glanced at him, shook her head slightly, and said indifferently: "No, I can get through it!"
"Don't show off!" Zhou Jing dusted off the ashes, stood up, took the ashtray to the window, looked at the night in the distance, and said softly: "I went to the prison with Mayor Wei this afternoon and met that guy.
, Judging from the conversation and evidence, no other clues have been found, so for the time being, this is all we can do.”
Qin Xiaoqian nodded, leaned on the sofa coquettishly, curled up her legs, and said with a frown: "Everyone is gone, and there is no point in checking anymore. What I am thinking about now is that I hope Jingjing can get rid of her as soon as possible."
Shadow, don’t cry every day.”
Zhou Jing was silent for a while, then turned around and said, "Sister Qin, when you chatted with Captain Zhang before, did he mention anything important?"
Qin Xiaoqian shook her head and said sadly: "No, he is a chauvinist. He rarely talks to me about work matters, and he is not allowed to ask about some things. If he asks too much, he will lose his temper."
Zhou Jing hummed and looked outside for a while. When he saw that everything was normal in the community, he put out his cigarette, turned around and went to the study, closed the curtains, placed the chair in the center, opened the desk drawer, and searched from inside.
He took out the screwdriver, stepped on the chair, removed the lampshade above his head, took out a small key, then put the lampshade back on, returned to the living room, put the key on the coffee table, and whispered: "Sister Qin, this is
Key, have you seen it?"
Qin Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment, then reached for the key and frowned: "No, I've never seen it before. This doesn't look like a key to home."
Zhou Jing glanced at her and said, "Sister Qin, if you think about it carefully, this key may be very important."
Qin Xiaoqian sat up, turned to look at Zhou Jing, and said in surprise: "Xiao Jing, do you suspect that Wu Yang was deliberately murdered?"
"No." Zhou Jing frowned slightly and said thoughtfully: "Sister Qin, there are some things that are not convenient for me to tell you, but I always have to investigate clearly so that I can feel at ease."
Qin Xiaoqian nodded, a trace of sadness flashed across her pretty face. She took the key, stood up, and walked slowly in the room. After a while, she suddenly remembered something, and said with some surprise: "Remember
Get up, Wu Yang seems to have said that he saved some private money outside and will get it back after Jingjing grows up. Will this key have anything to do with getting the money? "
Zhou Jing was stunned for a moment, and then asked in confusion: "Did he say where he put the money?"
Qin Xiaoqian sighed, shook her head and said, "They say it's private money, so naturally I can't find out!"
Zhou Jing smiled and said in a low voice: "Forget it, just look for it slowly. Keep the key, maybe you will need it someday."
Qin Xiaoqian hummed, took the key and returned to the sofa, turned on the TV, flipped through a few channels, but had no intention of watching any more. She just held her white chin in her hands and stared blankly, not knowing what she was thinking about.
After a long time, she stood up gracefully and said softly: "Xiao Jing, please sit down first. I'm a little sleepy and I want to go back and rest."
"Okay, you should rest first!" Zhou Dingding nodded and watched her enter the bedroom. He took the remote control, changed the channel, watched the news for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom, took off his clothes and took a hot shower.
, then put water in the bathtub and lay down in it.
Half an hour later, Zhou Jing wrapped himself in a bath towel, left the bathroom, went back to the sofa and lay down, drinking tea and watching TV programs, but his heart felt like grass had grown, he was always a little flustered, and he was actually a little restless.
After dawdling for a while, he picked up the remote control, turned off the TV, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number. After the call was connected, he lowered his voice and said, "Sister Qin, are you asleep?"
"Not yet!" Qin Xiaoqian sighed, turned over, and said gently: "Xiaojing, I'm in a very bad mood these days. Please don't cause trouble and let me be quiet for a while!"
Zhou Jing smiled, nodded and said, "Don't worry, I just want to chat with you and make you feel better."
Qin Xiaoqian's nose felt sore and she almost shed tears. She covered her pink lips with her hands and whispered: "I don't want to get better, I just want to cry. Cry loudly!"
Zhou Jing was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Then cry, cry out all your grievances, maybe you will feel better."
Qin Xiaoqian hummed, covering her pink lips with her hands, tears streaming down her face, and soon she burst into tears. After a long time, she said in a hoarse voice: "Crying makes me feel better. Xiaojing, I'm sleepy. Good night!"
"Sister Qin, good night!" Zhou Jing smiled, hung up the phone, put the phone on the coffee table, pulled the blanket and lay down, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling, frowning and smoking, lost in thought. After a long time, he finally
The cigarette was put out, thrown into the ashtray, turned over, and fell asleep soundly.
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