Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    "Miss Wen Ruan, don't be nervous, just answer our questions truthfully."

    "Okay, I see."

    "May I ask if Lu Kechen has visited you these days and wants you to be his agent? Could you tell us in detail about the communication between the two of you?"

    Wen Ruan nodded, clasped her fingers on her knees, and gave the police a detailed account of her conversation with Lu Kechen.

    The voice is steady and the demeanor is calm.

    "Okay, thank you for your cooperation. Is it convenient to leave a contact information? If there is a need in the follow-up, we will contact you."

    "Good."

    After learning about the incident, the police did not make much explanation, but asked Wen Ruan to leave the photos that Lu Kechen gave her, and then left after a few polite words .

    Wen Ruan got up and sent the two police officers away. After standing and walking down the stairs and watching them go away, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes darkened slightly.

    She turned around, looked at the worried Professor Su not far away, and asked, "Professor, do you know what happened?"

    "Well, I asked my acquaintance. An 18-year-old child was drowned in Dongyang Lake, just a gangster who has been bullying and blackmailing Lu Kechen with private photos."

    Professor Su frowned, with a serious expression on his face: "The police are still investigating whether they fell into the water or were murdered. According to people familiar with the matter, the deceased died last night. The last person I saw was Lu Kechen."

    "It seems that because Lu Kechen wanted to sue them, it was discovered that someone took a picture of him coming to the office and sent it to the deceased. So that night, the deceased asked Lu Kechen to be next to Dongyang. Meet in a warehouse."

    Dongyang Lake.

    Wen Ruan remembers the place name.

    Three years ago, the girl who was killed drowned in Dongyang Lake.

     Therefore, it is reasonable for the police to suspect that this was not an accident, but a man-made murder.

    "Have the police found any evidence?" Wen Ruan asked.

    "There was no surveillance at the scene, and there was no evidence that Lu Kechen pushed the person into the water for the time being, so the police let him go back after making the transcript. However, everyone suspected Lu Kechen. Ke Chen is the murderer..."

    Speaking of this, Professor Su's tone brought some self-blame: "If I had known that this matter would be so complicated and involved you, I would not have agreed with Lu Ke Chenlai. meet you."

    "It's okay, you are for me too."

    Wen Ruan smiled and comforted Professor Su, then returned to her office, raised her hand to lock the door.

    When she was alone, she put away the polite smile on her face, and her expression became colder.

    Today the office is on holiday, and it is time to get off work, so except for a few overtime colleagues, there is no one on the entire floor.

    Most of the lights outside have also been extinguished, and the place where people usually come and go is surprisingly quiet at this moment.

    Wen Ruan backed up all the photos before handing them over to the police.

    Since the day Lu Kechen found her, she felt a little strange.

    It is hard to find such a coincidence in the world.

    Why did Lu Kechen wait until he came back to prepare for prosecution?

    Why is the photo of Lu Ke and Chen Lai's law firm so coincidentally taken and sent to the person who has been blackmailing him?

    Why does the place where the gangster died unexpectedly coincides with the place where the girl died unexpectedly three years ago.

    But one thing is certain—

    I was used.

    Wen Ruan did not know what purpose Lu Kechen had.

    If it is to kill, then why use a method that allows everyone to naturally suspect him?

    She frowned, spread out the photos that Lu Kechen had given her before, and placed them on the table—

    All are the same size.

    Wen Ruan pursed her lips and swept over these photos.

    Finally, stop on one of them.

    She paused for a while, then reached out and picked up the photo that made her feel strange, and observed it carefully.

    Wait!

    Wen Ruan stood up abruptly, walked out of the office, and knocked on Professor Su's door.

    "What's the matter, Xiao Ruan, what's the matter?"

     "Professor, do you know the address of the father of the girl who fell into the water three years ago?"

    "Smoke less."

    "Hmm."

    He lowered his eyes and looked at the photocopies in his hands, which were photos that the police got from Wen Ruan not long ago.

    Zhao Zichen laughed, adjusted the seat back, and sighed: "I've been a policeman for so many years, and I can see at a glance that there is definitely something wrong with Lu Kechen. Without evidence, it can only be handled as an accident.”

    Fu Zhihuan didn't answer, he looked at the photos one by one, frowning suddenly.

    However, Zhao Zichen, who was beside him, didn't realize it. Instead, he said to himself, "Guess what I found? This case is also related to the little girl who lives in your house. Hey. , by the way, it's been so many days..."

    "Zhao Zichen." Fu Zhihuan interrupted suddenly.

    Zhao Zichen was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the person next to him—

    The two have been friends for so long, and they usually deal with many cases together. Naturally, he knew that when Fu Zhihuan put on this expression, 80% of the time he had made an important discovery.

    "What's wrong?"

    "Look at this photo."

    Zhao Zichen bent down and took out the photo that Fu Zhihuan had spent.

    "In the case of the same size, the pixel resolution is not correct, so it should be cropped and enlarged. And you look at the sight of these people-"

    Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand and pointed out several students dressed up beside him, his voice slightly stunned: "The direction they are looking is not Lu Kechen. Besides, this set of photos was taken three years ago. ."

    Zhao Zichen has handled so many cases, of course it makes sense: "You mean, in this photo, Lu Kechen is not the only one who was forced to take private photos?"

    "Hmm."

    Fu Zhihuan nodded, turned his head, looked at Dongyang Lake outside the car window, and suddenly asked, "Why do you choose Dongyang Lake?"

    Zhao Zichen frowned, then straightened up and quickly made a phone call: "Help me investigate the home address of the girl who drowned in Dongyang Lake three years ago."

    Qin Wan.

    It is the name of the fourteen-year-old girl who was indirectly killed by school violence three years ago.

    That year, on the third day after the court pronounced the final verdict, Qin Wan's mother jumped down from the thirteenth floor because she could not bear the blow of the bereaved daughter.

    Qin Wan's father, Qin Biyang, married a single mother a year and a half ago.

    When Wen Ruan arrived downstairs of his house, he happened to see Qin Biyang taking his six-year-old stepdaughter back from the cram school.

    Although her hair is half white, the loving smile on her face has not diminished, as if she had stepped out of the shadow of three years ago.

    "Mr. Qin, long time no see."

    Wen Ruan hesitated for a long time, but went up to say hello.

    Qin Biyang held her daughter and froze for a while, then quickly recognized Wen Ruan.

    After all, the case that year was too unforgettable for this old man who was almost half a hundred years old.

    So naturally I will not forget this, the defense lawyer who is on the opposite side.

    The smile that Qin Biyang was hanging on just now solidified instantly, he pursed his lips, bent down without saying a word, patted his daughter on the shoulder, and said, "Come on, go up and find it first. Mother."

    The little girl nodded, then carried her schoolbag upstairs.

    Wen Ruan paused for a while, then said, "It may be a bit presumptuous, but I want to ask you, has Lu Kechen contacted you over the years?"

    Qin Biyang heard the name Lu Kechen, but he was not as intense as his reaction.

    He just looked at Wen Ruan for a long time, then turned sideways, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one of them, and held the cigarette in his mouth without saying a word , puffing up.

    Wen Ruan didn't ask questions, didn't speak, just stood quietly and waited quietly.

    After smoking a cigarette, Qin Biyang pulled out the **** of the cigarette, turned his head and glanced at Wen Ruan, and then said in an inaudible voice, "Come with me."

    Qin Biyang's family lives on the seventh floor, but this is an old-fashioned building with no elevator.

    "Send a letter?"

    "Well, fifteen thousand and a letter of apology are sent every month."

    Qin Biyang didn't stop, and his voice sounded inexplicable vicissitudes: "When I first received it, I didn't read it carefully, I either sent it back or threw it away. They're all dead, asking for money and apologizing is useless."

    "It's been a long time, and things are far away, but the child is still being sent, so I took a few more glances."

    When Qin Biyang said this, he stopped a little, and then sighed: "I can't talk about forgiveness, I'm not qualified to forgive my wife and children. Blame it on him, but not as much as before. hate it."

    "Then, have you met?"

    "See you two days ago."

    Qin Biyang turned his head, gave Wen Ruan a deep look, and said, "About eight o'clock in the evening, he knelt in front of my house all night."

    "Kneeling all night?" Wen Ruan stopped.

    "Well, I can't drive away." Qin Biyang paused for a while, then turned his head and continued to walk forward: "So when I saw you, I probably knew that this Something must have happened to the child."

    I don't know why, when Wen Ruan's heart heard what Qin Biyang said, it suddenly felt as if it was suspended by a thread, and there was a growing sense of unease in the uneasiness hunch.

    Lu Kechen is doing a very contradictory thing.

    On the one hand, it seems to tell everyone that he is a murderer.

    But on the other hand, they will not leave any evidence and clues, and they do not even intend to surrender.

    When Qin Biyang returned home to find the envelopes that Lu Kechen had sent over the years, Wen Ruan stood at the door and glanced at the arrangement of his house.

    Three years ago, many reporters came to his house to conduct interviews. Judging from the layout, it seems that nothing has changed much over the years.

    Only the photos of the original wife and daughter were taken down, and some were buckled upside down on the table and replaced with the new ones.

    It seems that Qin Biyang has completely come out of the shadow of three years ago.

    At this moment, there was a sound of neat footsteps from behind Wen Ruan.

    She turned her head and saw four or five police officers coming up, but only one of them wore a uniform that looked slightly different from the others.

    Wen Ruan raised her eyes, just into Fu Zhihuan's calm eyes.

    The author has something to say: Inflammation of the tonsils the night before, plus I have been coughing for the last week but not serious.

    Then the accumulation yesterday may add to the sudden outbreak of staying up late, the fever went to the hospital for two days, and I have to continue to go tomorrow.

    The exam + review week is a bit stressful, and the update can only barely last three days.

    My dears, you can wait until the exam is over to watch woo woo woo, because I am afraid that it will be too hard to wait for the update on the third day! But don't forget me!

    The red envelopes for the first two chapters have not been drawn yet, and the energy is too poor these days.

    This chapter draws 100 red packets.

    Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2019-12-2900:24:58~2019-12-3023:43:34~

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Qing Jianhe and ancestors; 8 bottles of Xiaoai; 5 bottles of sweet candy;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!