"Director Zhang really has a family background. How much does it cost per square meter to live in that community? I heard that there is no asset of 100 million yuan, so I won't be allowed to go in to see the house?"

"That room belongs to my elder brother. This year I've been transferred to work and my workplace is a little farther away. My elder brother is just over the age of age and plans to move to a quieter place. I will temporarily give my residence in the city for two years. Anyway, I'm about to retire."

"Big brother? The relationship between brothers is so good?"

"My elder brother is ten years older than me, and he almost brought me up. It is not an exaggeration to say that I am like my father. I am not very good at seeing him. He went into business early and accumulated some wealth in business... I am ashamed that this matter is because I am not well-thought and only seek convenience, which may have caused some bad effects - but I can guarantee that my elder brother's business has nothing to do with my work rights and responsibilities over the years, and I have never used my position to seek any convenience for him. If the organization thinks that my private life is too luxurious and is a violation of discipline, I will accept the treatment and reflect on moving back to my home as soon as possible... But other aspects are beyond that."

The investigator laughed: "Okay, let's check this point again - know why you are invited?"

“There are numbers.”

"So do you have anything to say?"

Zhang Chunjiu sat upright on the chair, still thin. The middle-aged man's thinness was stern. His brows were quite profound, and over time, he pressed out a cold wrinkle. This stern face was difficult to associate with the angry, cheerful and good-tempered elder brother in Lu and his memories. It made people wonder when they saw it--Is the change of twenty years of time so great?

What changed him?

"I couldn't get in touch with Lao Lu on the phone these two days, so I felt something was wrong, so I tried to call several other old friends again, but found it was inconvenient to answer, even Lao Pan, who had already gone to school, was the same. I was thinking, it was almost my turn." Zhang Chunjiu picked up the teacup and drank the water, his expression remained unchanged, "I don't know what to explain, please look at it and ask."

"Then we are not polite," the investigator smiled with a hiding needle in Mianli. "Here you, after you transfer, you often contact your old colleagues?"

"It's not very often, but this period is quite special. One is that the Gu Zhao case needs to be investigated again, and the other is that Lao Yang's wife, the widow, was sick and hospitalized. Our brothers made several calls more frequently."

"Oh, Gu Zhao case," the investigator pushed his glasses and automatically ignored another sentence, "Do you still remember the details? It happened fourteen years ago."

Zhang Chunjiu was silent for a while: "Gu Zhao... The Gu Zhao case is a sting in our hearts. No one believed it back then, but the evidence was conclusive, so we could not believe it. We asked me to tell the truth. I didn't believe that Gu Zhao could do that. I talked to the old leader in private many times, but I didn't dare to say it out loud. The brothers were depressed and the leaders were in a dilemma. At that time, there were old people and young people."

When he said this, his face showed a look between fatigue and anger: "It's so difficult... I didn't expect that there would be a day to investigate again for so many years, if Lao Yang knew..."

The investigator interrupted him without a trace: "Director Zhang, if Gu Zhao had not solicited bribes that year, who would you think he was wronged for more than ten years?"

"I'm not convenient for me to discuss the elder's merits and demerits behind my back, but the informants around Gu Zhao collectively made perjury, and the other party knew his movements very well... It means that someone here is likely to be leaking the secret and frame him..." Zhang Chunjiu's frowned deeper and pondered for a while. He said, "I don't know who it is, nor do you want to doubt anyone. You can just doubt me - but if you ask me to say that those brothers might be betrayed by that group of brothers, it's just like making me believe that Gu Zhao's murder and bribes are indeed true, and it's not possible."

The investigator was not touched by the "deep brotherly love" and took out the main topic with a heartfelt heart: "Director Zhang, do you remember that there was an informant with the code name "Old Cyclone Slag" and his real name was Yin Chao?

Zhang Chunjiu nodded: "Well, is it the one who took Gu Zhao to the Louvre Palace? I remember very clearly that the man disappeared shortly after the incident that year. I always thought something was wrong with him. A few years ago, a little brother happened to be transferred to work in Nanwan. I knew that Yin Chao had relatives in the local area, so I asked that brother to help me watch. If Yin Chao went home to visit relatives, he would immediately arrest him."

The investigator sat down a little and asked, "What's your little brother's name?"

"Kong Weichen."

"When Kong Weichen led several criminal police officers from the municipal bureau to investigate Yin Ping, he called you, what did he say?"

"I told Yin Ping that he had faked Yin Chao's signature to cheat the demolition money. They were about to investigate, but they also said that there was news from Yin Chao afterwards and I would definitely notify me, but I couldn't contact him afterwards." Zhang Chunjiu seemed to realize something was wrong, "What? What's wrong with Kong Weichen?"

"We have evidence to believe that the 'old cinder' that entered the Louvre Museum with Gu Zhao was actually Yin Ping, and he believed that he had important evidence of the Gu Zhao case that year. However, when he went to find him, Yin Ping fled for fear of crime. During the pursuit, the whereabouts of the criminal investigation team were leaked. Two pickup trucks containing flammable and explosive items suddenly rushed out and wanted to silence the mouth--"

Zhang Chunjiu: "What!"

The investigator saw the picture and suddenly restrained the warm smile on his face: "The other party's silence is faster than the police. We have reason to suspect that they received the news before the criminal police officer Tao Ran reported to his superiors. Only Kong Weichen had contacted the outside world at the scene, and the contact person was you. Director Zhang, do you want to explain?"

"You doubt me..." Zhang Chunjiu said this, suddenly bit his tongue and forced his face to be shocked and angry, saying as calmly as possible, "When Kong Weichen called me, he only said that they were going to Yin Ping's house. He had never mentioned Yin Ping, Yin Ping was..."

Zhang Chunjiu pronounced the name twice, but he couldn't suppress himself, showing a look of incredible expression: "Why did Yin Ping become an old cinder again? When did he impersonate him? Did no one see it back then? Who said this, is there any basis?"

The investigator looked at him expressionlessly for a moment, trying to see something from his face: "Director Zhang, do you really not know? Then do you know this person?"

He said, pulling out a photo and pressing it in front of Zhang Chunjiu.

Zhang Chunjiu seemed to be immersed in the bizarre news he had just heard, and quickly lowered his head and glanced: "I don't know."

"Don't know? Take a closer look," the investigator leaned forward. "Yin Ping was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment due to the impact. He has not been out of danger yet. Just yesterday afternoon, this man pretended to be a nurse and sneaked into Yin Ping's ward, intending to kill someone to silence him again. He failed and was caught by us-the murderer pointed out that you were instructing him to do this."

Zhang Chunjiu was dumbfounded. After a moment, he pointed at himself as if he was ridiculous and wailing: "Me?"

"We found 500,000 yuan in this killer's residence, which is the money to buy Yin Ping's life."

Zhang Chunjiu's eyes suddenly froze: "How many?"

"Five hundred thousand."

An indescribable look suddenly flashed across Zhang Chunjiu's face. After a moment, he smiled bitterly and breathed a sigh of relief. The sitting position collapsed. He leaned heavily on the back of the chair: "The physical evidence found under Gu Zhao's bed was 500,000 yuan in cash... It's fourteen years. Why, is it still the same number?"

The investigator looked at his expression carefully: "Where were you on the afternoon of the 11th?"

"I can't remember it," Zhang Duo rubbed his eyebrows, and his third fold was rubbed by him. The tiredness on his face became darker, "Is there any hint?"

"Around 2 pm on the 11th, someone saw you take a private car to the vicinity of the 'Pangshuli' community, right?"

"Pangshuli Community? I don't have any impression," Zhang Chunjiu looked puzzled and recalled for a while, "On the 11th... Last Sunday? That day, I limited the number of cars and borrowed my family's car. I went to the vicinity of Lu'an Bridge. There seemed to be several residential areas next to me, but I didn't pay attention to what they were called."

"What are you going to do?"

"I was going to the Second Hospital to see Lao Yang's family. I remembered that I didn't buy anything on the way and asked the driver to get off the elevated road in Lu'an Bridge. There was a very large shopping center," said Zhang Chunjiu. "I threw away the receipts, but the surveillance near the shopping mall cashier should be checked. After I bought the goods, I went to the hospital. Lao Yang's widow Fu Jiahui and daughter Yang Xin can prove it and ask them."

The investigator's eyes slightly jumped - the community where the hospital killer is located is called "Pangshuli". It is indeed near Lu'an Bridge, but the scale is very small, and the houses are old, the door signs upstairs are also mottled, and there is even no courtyard wall around the community.

The investigator asked this on purpose, because if ordinary people only have a way, it is difficult to notice what a bunch of six-story buildings that can be seen everywhere. If Zhang Chunjiu directly answered "I'm just passing by", then his suspicion would be very great, but...

Will Zhang Chunjiu pretend? Then his mind is too detailed, his thoughts are too thorough, and he is too comprehensive, and it is too terrible.

After finding out about Director Zhang, he was not under the jurisdiction of the criminal investigation team. This question was conducted secretly, and only Luo Wenzhou was specially approved to come to listen. The investigator asked all the questions four or five times, including countless language traps for more than three hours. The questioners and those who were asked were exhausted. Even Luo Wenzhou, the listener, couldn't help but lit a cigarette at the door when he came out.

He was deeply worried and pondered for a moment in the smoke and fire, and then he walked across the street - a so tall SUV that had no friends was waiting there.

As soon as Luo Wenzhou opened the car door, before he could get into the co-pilot, Xiao Haiyang in the back seat could not wait to lean forward: "Captain Luo, I feel that this matter is doubtful now. Director Zhang may have been framed!"

Luo Wenzhou glanced at him, put his frozen hands on the air conditioner on the car on the air conditioner and said slowly: "You were the one who wanted to push Director Zhang to the guillotine a while ago, but now you are the one who said he was wronged... Little glasses, fortunately you are a contemporary civilian. If you were to be born into the imperial family of feudal society, how many unjust souls would you have under your command?"

Xiao Haiyang ignored Luo Wenzhou and said something about him. He lowered his head and took out a folder from his bag, pointed to the two photos inside and said, "Look, this is the cash found in the killer's house. The other photo was 500,000 yuan found by Uncle Gu's house at that time. I found it from the sealed old file - For the convenience of counting, large amounts of cash are usually piled up by 10,000 yuan, and a note will be tied on the bank counter, but the cash found from the killer's house is directly collected, exactly the same as the physical evidence fourteen years ago!"

Lang Qiao said from the side: "Yes, I asked the hospital killer, and he said that this was the case when the money was delivered. He even ordered the location for a long time."

Luo Wenzhou took the photo and frowned deeply.

Xiao Haiyang suddenly said, "Captain Luo, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

After his words, even Fei Du in the driver's seat turned around. The three people in the car all fell on Xiao Haiyang, like watching the eternal wonder of the blooming of iron trees.

Xiao Haiyang pushed his glasses nervously, his lips pursed into a line. He didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or uneasiness, but he seemed to be shaking slightly. He opened his mouth and released a series of continuous cannons: "I was wrong. I shouldn't be arbitrary and impulsive. I seized some superficial evidence and came to a conclusion. I shouldn't be accusing the martyr at will. I shouldn't..."

Luo Wenzhou interrupted him: "What did you write this time?"

Xiao Haiyang blurted out and replied: "Last night."

After he finished speaking, he immediately realized that he had been stupid and suddenly shut up. Lang Qiao next to him laughed out loud. Xiao Haiyang cramped his trousers, as if he had almost evaporated from the world.

"Our team does not tend to recite the full text of personal examinations verbally. If this matter is over, just remember to treat the guests to dinner." Luo Wenzhou thought for a while and added, "You have to stir-fry yourself. Whatever you cook is depends on whether you are sincere or not."

Xiao Haiyang looked blank and seemed to want to bring his own seasonings, so he jumped into the steamer.

"I have heard Director Zhang's confession. Although the evidence is very unfavorable to him, his explanation basically makes sense," Luo Wenzhou fell down seriously. "Either he is too high or he is framed. Then again, if he is really that powerful, he shouldn't have left so many flaws in the two attempts to assassinate Yin Ping."

Lang Qiao asked: "So, someone framed him, just like framed Gu Zhao? Why? Who did he offend?"

Luo Wenzhou shook his head and signaled Fei Du to drive home.

The archives of Gu Zhao's case were declassified only after the investigation was recently restarted. Who would know the details of the cash placement? After Director Zhang was investigated, the last person related to this case was also invited in. How the investigation team handled it is probably not public, and it is difficult for them to interfere...

This increasingly confusing old case has become a deadlock.

At this time, Fei Du suddenly spoke, "The first album plan was launched about a year after the Gu Zhao case. Does the album team have the right to review the files - does it also include the Gu Zhao case?"

Luo Wenzhou: "You mean..."

"That mysterious leader," said Fei Du, "is he really dead?"

Luo Wenzhou looked at him deeply. Because Lang Qiao and Xiao Haiyang were still present, he just said perfunctorily: "It's too long, so I have to wait until Director Lu and others come back to ask."
Chapter completed!