I took a breath and felt that the Wu Shengli in front of me was very unfamiliar. In the past contact with him at work or in leisure time, I always thought that he was an introvert, relatively dull and honest person, but now looking at the sneer at the corner of his mouth,
Makes me feel a bit eerie.
However, what makes me feel gloomy is not simply Wu Shengli's expression at this moment, but also what he said. When the Bird's Beak Cauldron was just transported to the institute, did he know that something would happen to Mr. Chen?
"What do you know? Why didn't you tell me earlier!" I immediately became angry. There was also a hint of schadenfreude in Wu Shengli's sneer. All these things made me naturally think of Mr. Chen's body lying in a pool of blood.
"Beifang, don't be so excited." Wu Shengli put away the smile on his face and straightened up on the sofa: "I know that you were brought out by Chen Kegui, and you usually have a good personal relationship. Chen Kegui has no children.
Maybe, sometimes, he may really treat you as a nephew. I want to ask you, what kind of person do you think Chen Kegui is?"
For a moment, I didn’t know how to answer Wu Shengli. No matter what the relationship between me and Mr. Chen was, but out of respect for an elderly deceased, I didn’t want to talk about anything behind the person’s back after his death. The most important thing is, since
From the first time I met Mr. Chen to this day, I always think that he is a gentle and elegant old man.
"You and I look at a person from different angles, so our impressions of him are also different." Wu Shengli took a breath and said to me: "If you ask me to comment on Chen Kegui, then I can only smile."
Wu Shengli might have some prejudice against Mr. Chen, and when I calmed down and thought about it, I suddenly discovered that his prejudice probably did not arise just a while ago. In the past, when I was in the institute, I would have it every once in a while.
At the consultant's lecture meeting, some young people in the unit talked about business matters. I think everyone in the office at least respects Mr. Chen. Only Wu Shengli seems to avoid contact with Mr. Chen and never participates.
Mr. Chen’s teaching.
Nothing happened at that time. I simply thought that Wu Shengli was withdrawn and unwilling to go to crowded places. However, thinking about it now, my judgment was definitely wrong.
In fact, from the time Wu Shengli reappeared to the death of Mr. Chen, this has formed a big mystery, and I can't guess the clues inside.
"How do you know that something will happen to Mr. Chen when the Bird's Beak Cauldron is transported to the institute?"
"This question is too far-fetched to talk about." Wu Shengli thought about it and said, "You have talked too much and you don't understand the specific situation. Everyone in the office knows that Chen Kegui has been staying in the unit.
He was unwilling to leave his whole life, even after retirement. I don’t deny that he loved his job. However, between 1985 and 1988, for at least three years, Chen Kegui disappeared and no one knew where he was.
Even the leaders of the institute at the time couldn’t possibly know where they were and what they were doing.”
"Well? What does this mean?"
"I'm just answering your question. Didn't you ask why I judged that something would happen to him when the Bird's Beak Cauldron arrived?" Wu Shengli said: "All of this is related to what he did in those three years.
.”
This made me very confused and a little confused. Wu Shengli’s words were so vague. I could only tell that Mr. Chen may have left the Institute of Cultural Relics for a period of time a long time ago. It was precisely because of all the things he said during this period.
What happened that led to his death today?
I was still confused, but the warning left by Mr. Chen came to mind again. His warning was definitely not a joke. I suddenly became cautious and even looked out of the dark window involuntarily. Since I started working, I have never
I never thought about leaving or anything, but the facts told me that I had to make a choice. Psychologically, I trust Mr. Chen very much.
"You know a lot of things? Then tell me, who harmed Mr. Chen?" I could tell from the tone of Wu Shengli's story that he definitely knew something. This greatly changed my impression of him.
This person is a bit hidden, and after being in contact with him for so long, I didn't notice it at all.
"Who harmed him?" Wu Shengli sneered again, as if he was out of breath. He coughed twice and said: "If nothing happened, you might have called the police, right? But I promise
, no one can catch the murderer of Chen Kegui."
"Where does your confidence come from?" I looked at his sneer and suddenly felt a little disgusted: "Do you think the police are just doing it for free?"
"Chen Kegui's case will definitely cause the police a lot of trouble." Wu Shengli said slowly with a playful smile on his lips: "Because the murderer of Chen Kegui does not exist."
"What did you say?"
"This question ends here. There are many things in the north. It's better for you not to know." Wu Shengli shook his head and refused to talk about this topic any further: "I really need the inscription on the bird's beak tripod."
"I really didn't." I rejected Wu Shengli, feeling confused and irritated in my heart. I had vaguely realized that Mr. Chen's tragedy was just the beginning. This ominous premonition made me lose interest in talking. I just
I want Wu Shengli to leave as soon as possible.
But he was very ignorant. He had already noticed that I was unhappy, but he had no intention of leaving. I didn’t know what to do with him. I looked at my watch and saw that it was going to be dawn soon. I would definitely have to cooperate with the police and also
I had to prepare for Mr. Chen's funeral, and I was so busy. I had no choice but to go back to my bedroom and locked the door. Although my mind was in a mess, I was really tired. I lay down and fell asleep soon after.
Pretending to be worried caused my sleep to be very abnormal. I woke up by myself in the morning. Later, Peixin called me and asked me to go find her now. It was not until I woke up from the confusion that I remembered this.
I really felt wronged to this girl in the evening. I washed up in a hurry, but Wu Shengli was still sitting on the sofa blankly, with no intention of leaving. I was too lazy to talk to him so much, so I closed the door behind me.
When I arrived at the place we agreed with Peixin, I immediately saw a man in his early thirties sitting next to her. Because he was wearing plain clothes, I didn't recognize him at first, but after thinking about it carefully, I realized
I remembered that this man was a policeman. Although he didn't question me directly last night, I saw him.
Peixin looked at me timidly, probably because things had left her unable to think much. At this time, the man in his early thirties called to me: "Sit down."
"Do you need us to provide any information about Mr. Chen?" I knew that the police would not have time to chat with me, so I got straight to the point after sitting down.
"No, just a casual chat." The man looked a little cold, probably because he had been working as a criminal police officer for a long time, and his facial muscles were stiff. However, his tone was very gentle and he said, "My name is Hou Jinheng."
He showed me his ID and ordered something for me. After the waiter left, the criminal policeman named Hou Jinheng slowly took a sip of tea and said nonchalantly: "How long have you and Mr. Chen been together?
"
"For several years, after I started working, he was the one who took care of me."
"You are teachers and students, right? You have a very harmonious relationship, right? In other words, it is better to have a personal relationship?"
"Very good, I respect Mr. Chen very much."
"Who do you think killed him?"
I was stunned, because the conversation was so jumpy that I couldn't react for a while. But even if I thought hard, it would be difficult to come up with an answer, because people like Mr. Chen are highly respected and have a kind-hearted personality. I really
I can't think of anyone with whom he would have such a deep conflict and have to resort to murder to resolve it.
"I can't explain clearly. Mr. Chen has almost never had any disputes or conflicts with anyone, not just at work." I said, "His life is also very simple."
"Did anyone touch the computer on Mr. Chen's desk yesterday?"
Hou Jinheng suddenly changed the topic again. People who are thieves always have a guilty conscience. Unless they are people with excellent psychological quality, I am no exception. Because I have used computers, I cannot be completely natural. I also drank.
After drinking tea, he said: "I often used Mr. Chen's computer in the past to help him install some software or find some information, but yesterday, I didn't touch it."
"In Mr. Chen's computer, there is a newly created folder, but it has been deleted. Unfortunately, several colleagues and I all doubt whether there is any important information in it?" Hou Jinheng remained calm, still talking slowly.
Drinking tea slowly, he didn't seem to be looking at me all the time.
For a moment, I felt that he must have doubted me. This person was very good at asking questions. He would not completely hide the facts, but he would not tell them in detail. I regretted it a little. Yesterday's situation was too disturbing.
The emergency caused a loophole in my actions. The computer's deletion function could not completely shred the files. I think Hou Jinheng had even seen Mr. Chen's last words.
The only good thing is that Mr. Chen's last words did not specify who these words were for. Hou Jinheng and the others may not be able to make the most accurate judgment for the time being, so he will not ask explicitly, but will only conduct tests.
"This case just happened, but I already think it is the most difficult murder case I have encountered since I became a police officer." Hou Jinheng put down his tea cup and said: "You are not a policeman, but even if you look at it from a non-professional perspective like yours,
, I believe you will also find the case very complicated."
"Can you tell me?"
"The murderer..." Hou Jinheng took out two one-yuan coins, rubbed them gently on his fingertips, looked at me, and said, "It seems to be invisible."