Chapter 285
The Tribulation of Song Ci
Chapter 285 The Tribulation of Song Ci
"Jiang Haiyun."
The name of the suspect came first.
Birthplace: Xinping County, TA City
Seeing these words, Song Ci had a bad feeling.
Song Ci didn't look at the written material below, but looked at the half-length photo taken below.
He has a burly figure and a fleshy face. Because of his obesity, his nose and eyes are squeezed to form a Y shape. His greasy hair parted in the middle makes him look extraordinarily sloppy.
"The pattern you drew for me before is the logo of Feihong Hotel. A cousin of Jiang Haiyun is in charge of the purchase of Feihong Hotel, and Jiang Haiyun has a meat stall in the Hongshan Road vegetable market, which is engaged in the raw meat business. Feihong hotel delivery..."
Yun Wanli didn't see Song Ci's face, so he poured a glass of water and talked while drinking.
"Does he have no intersection with the three victims at all? He doesn't even know Zhou Xiaohui who committed suicide due to school bullying more than 20 years ago?" Song Ci raised his head and asked.
"Yes, Jiang Haiyun grew up in Xinping County. He has never been to Jiangzhou City for 30 years. It was not until he was invited by his cousin five years ago that he came to Jiangzhou City..."
"Show me the information about Zhou Xiaohui's family, especially the detailed information about her uncle Ge Xiangqian." Song Ci interrupted Yun Wanli.
"What."
Yun Wanli was taken aback for a moment before he realized it, then rummaged through the table, and finally handed Song Ci a folder.
At this time, he had already noticed that his expression was wrong, so he asked cautiously, "Is there any problem?"
Song Ci shook his head, instead of answering the question, he opened the folder directly.
The information in the folder shows that after Zhou Xiaohui's parents were laid off, they have been engaged in the fruit business in the coastal area. During this period, they also went to Xiajing for a while, and there is nothing special about it.
So Song Ci didn't look any further, and turned directly to the materials of Zhou Xiaohui's uncle Ge Xiangqian. Ge Xiangqian's experience is much richer. After he was laid off from the steel factory, he first worked in the local steel market for a period of time. , and then engaged in water and electricity installation work with others, and then engaged in foreign trade business in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, mainly exporting carpets to foreign countries.
During this period, he met his later wife, who was from TA City.
After the two got married, he and his wife returned to TA City, mainly engaged in clothing export. The export business in Taian is the first in Qilu, and the clothing trade is one of the largest export trades.
Unfortunately, a year ago, Ge Xiangqian, who was in his prime, died of heart failure.
Song Ci closed the files, raised his head and asked Yun Wanli, "Do you have any records of Jiang Haiyun's trip to and from Ta City?"
"Not really, but what do you want it for?"
"Don't worry about it, is this record hard to check?"
"It's not difficult, it's easy to find out, you'll wait."
Yun Wanli didn't ask any more questions, but picked up the landline on the table.
Traveling now, whether you are flying or taking a train, you need an ID card, which will inevitably leave a travel track.
Even if you drive, you will also leave a record whenever you go to the high speed.
If you say, instead of taking the expressway, take the county road or provincial road, those without checkpoints will indeed not be recorded.
But if you swipe your card for meals, pay with your mobile phone, etc., and there are ubiquitous cameras, they will also leave records.
And these records are all recorded in the server. When they are not needed on weekdays, they are just a bunch of useless garbage data.
But when it's needed, it's great.
Now is the Internet age, and it is not difficult to find such information. Soon a policeman knocked on the door and came in, handing Yun Wanli a printed track record.
Yun Wanli took it without even looking at it, and handed it directly to Song Ci.
Song Ci browsed quickly and found that Jiang Haiyun had a record of returning to Tai'an one month before the incident.
The record even marked his purpose of returning to Tai'an, which was to attend the funeral.
Jiang Haiyun's mother died of illness.
All of them are connected in series in Song Ci's mind.
And all of this seemed to be driven by an invisible hand behind the back. First, Xiaodie and Mi Li learned of the existence of Mount Tai's taboos, and then Meng Xinyi learned that there was a great horror devouring ghosts near Mount Tai.
Then, after understanding the origin of the Taishan Yincao and the method of dealing with the Yincao, throat-cutting cases followed one after another. Everything seemed to be a stage arranged in advance.
Song Ci knows who is behind this, the toad swallowing the jar is a chance to steal the world, so the owner of the jar will be jealous of the sky, so every Jiazi, there must be a catastrophe.
This catastrophe didn't come immediately, but the moment he became the owner of the jar, Heaven had already set the stage for him.
If he wants to jump out of this stage, he can only realize this wish through the jar, and it is bound to require a lot of wish points to realize this wish.
Where does a lot of willingness come from?The jar has already told him the answer - from Mount Tai.
But this is another stage.
A stage set up for Zhang Suling, son of the cloudy emperor, but this time the protagonist is not him, but Song Ci.
If Xu Miaosheng and Feng Qiurong were Zhang Suling's catastrophe, so was Song Ci, except that one sang the first half and the other sang the second half.
"Oh~" Song Ci sighed helplessly.
On the stage, he had to finish singing this scene. As for the ending, everything was determined by God.
but--
He is a human being, not a puppet, and he has a mind of his own.
Isn't he more interesting now that he was an ordinary mortal?
A smile appeared on the corner of Song Ci's mouth.
"What's the matter with you, sighing and smiling for a while?" Yun Wanli asked strangely.
"It's nothing, I'll return these to you." Song Ci handed over all the files in his hand.
Then he said, "Can I meet Jiang Haiyun alone?"
"Of course not." Yun Wanli replied without thinking.
But then he laughed again: "Unless you tell me what you found, I can make an exception for you."
"It's nothing, the person was indeed killed by him. Now as long as he is convicted according to the procedure and finally shot, the case will be considered closed."
When Yun Wanli heard the words, his face showed suspicion. He felt that Song Ci must have something to hide from him, but he didn't continue to ask.
He understood Song Ci's character, he didn't want to talk about it, and it was useless to ask.
So he got up and walked out of the office.
"Where are you going?" Song Ci hurriedly got up and followed.
"Don't you want to see Jiang Haiyun? I'll take you to see him now." Yun Wanli said angrily.
Outside the office, Yun Wanli led Song Ci to the interrogation room and told him to sit down and wait.
After leaving the interrogation room, he quickly brought Jiang Haiyun over and handcuffed him to the interrogation chair opposite.
Jiang Haiyun was tall and fat, and the ground seemed to be shaking when he walked, and he probably hadn't bathed for a long time, and his body smelled very strong, with a disgusting fishy smell.
When Song Ci looked at him, he also squinted at Song Ci.
"You talk to him, I'm outside, press the button on the table if you need something." Yun Wanli whispered to Song Ci, then turned and walked out, and closed the door.
Song Ci looked back at the SLR glass behind him.
Behind the glass, Yun Wanli scratched his cheeks guiltyly, but he didn't turn around and leave, still looking at the interrogation room.
At this time, Song Ci said to Jiang Haiyun who was sitting opposite with a calm expression: "Should I call you Jiang Haiyun, or Ge Qianqian?"
Sitting on the interrogation chair with a calm expression, Jiang Haiyun's squinted eyes widened suddenly when he heard the words, staring straight at Song Ci with a shocked expression on his face.
(End of this chapter)
"Jiang Haiyun."
The name of the suspect came first.
Birthplace: Xinping County, TA City
Seeing these words, Song Ci had a bad feeling.
Song Ci didn't look at the written material below, but looked at the half-length photo taken below.
He has a burly figure and a fleshy face. Because of his obesity, his nose and eyes are squeezed to form a Y shape. His greasy hair parted in the middle makes him look extraordinarily sloppy.
"The pattern you drew for me before is the logo of Feihong Hotel. A cousin of Jiang Haiyun is in charge of the purchase of Feihong Hotel, and Jiang Haiyun has a meat stall in the Hongshan Road vegetable market, which is engaged in the raw meat business. Feihong hotel delivery..."
Yun Wanli didn't see Song Ci's face, so he poured a glass of water and talked while drinking.
"Does he have no intersection with the three victims at all? He doesn't even know Zhou Xiaohui who committed suicide due to school bullying more than 20 years ago?" Song Ci raised his head and asked.
"Yes, Jiang Haiyun grew up in Xinping County. He has never been to Jiangzhou City for 30 years. It was not until he was invited by his cousin five years ago that he came to Jiangzhou City..."
"Show me the information about Zhou Xiaohui's family, especially the detailed information about her uncle Ge Xiangqian." Song Ci interrupted Yun Wanli.
"What."
Yun Wanli was taken aback for a moment before he realized it, then rummaged through the table, and finally handed Song Ci a folder.
At this time, he had already noticed that his expression was wrong, so he asked cautiously, "Is there any problem?"
Song Ci shook his head, instead of answering the question, he opened the folder directly.
The information in the folder shows that after Zhou Xiaohui's parents were laid off, they have been engaged in the fruit business in the coastal area. During this period, they also went to Xiajing for a while, and there is nothing special about it.
So Song Ci didn't look any further, and turned directly to the materials of Zhou Xiaohui's uncle Ge Xiangqian. Ge Xiangqian's experience is much richer. After he was laid off from the steel factory, he first worked in the local steel market for a period of time. , and then engaged in water and electricity installation work with others, and then engaged in foreign trade business in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, mainly exporting carpets to foreign countries.
During this period, he met his later wife, who was from TA City.
After the two got married, he and his wife returned to TA City, mainly engaged in clothing export. The export business in Taian is the first in Qilu, and the clothing trade is one of the largest export trades.
Unfortunately, a year ago, Ge Xiangqian, who was in his prime, died of heart failure.
Song Ci closed the files, raised his head and asked Yun Wanli, "Do you have any records of Jiang Haiyun's trip to and from Ta City?"
"Not really, but what do you want it for?"
"Don't worry about it, is this record hard to check?"
"It's not difficult, it's easy to find out, you'll wait."
Yun Wanli didn't ask any more questions, but picked up the landline on the table.
Traveling now, whether you are flying or taking a train, you need an ID card, which will inevitably leave a travel track.
Even if you drive, you will also leave a record whenever you go to the high speed.
If you say, instead of taking the expressway, take the county road or provincial road, those without checkpoints will indeed not be recorded.
But if you swipe your card for meals, pay with your mobile phone, etc., and there are ubiquitous cameras, they will also leave records.
And these records are all recorded in the server. When they are not needed on weekdays, they are just a bunch of useless garbage data.
But when it's needed, it's great.
Now is the Internet age, and it is not difficult to find such information. Soon a policeman knocked on the door and came in, handing Yun Wanli a printed track record.
Yun Wanli took it without even looking at it, and handed it directly to Song Ci.
Song Ci browsed quickly and found that Jiang Haiyun had a record of returning to Tai'an one month before the incident.
The record even marked his purpose of returning to Tai'an, which was to attend the funeral.
Jiang Haiyun's mother died of illness.
All of them are connected in series in Song Ci's mind.
And all of this seemed to be driven by an invisible hand behind the back. First, Xiaodie and Mi Li learned of the existence of Mount Tai's taboos, and then Meng Xinyi learned that there was a great horror devouring ghosts near Mount Tai.
Then, after understanding the origin of the Taishan Yincao and the method of dealing with the Yincao, throat-cutting cases followed one after another. Everything seemed to be a stage arranged in advance.
Song Ci knows who is behind this, the toad swallowing the jar is a chance to steal the world, so the owner of the jar will be jealous of the sky, so every Jiazi, there must be a catastrophe.
This catastrophe didn't come immediately, but the moment he became the owner of the jar, Heaven had already set the stage for him.
If he wants to jump out of this stage, he can only realize this wish through the jar, and it is bound to require a lot of wish points to realize this wish.
Where does a lot of willingness come from?The jar has already told him the answer - from Mount Tai.
But this is another stage.
A stage set up for Zhang Suling, son of the cloudy emperor, but this time the protagonist is not him, but Song Ci.
If Xu Miaosheng and Feng Qiurong were Zhang Suling's catastrophe, so was Song Ci, except that one sang the first half and the other sang the second half.
"Oh~" Song Ci sighed helplessly.
On the stage, he had to finish singing this scene. As for the ending, everything was determined by God.
but--
He is a human being, not a puppet, and he has a mind of his own.
Isn't he more interesting now that he was an ordinary mortal?
A smile appeared on the corner of Song Ci's mouth.
"What's the matter with you, sighing and smiling for a while?" Yun Wanli asked strangely.
"It's nothing, I'll return these to you." Song Ci handed over all the files in his hand.
Then he said, "Can I meet Jiang Haiyun alone?"
"Of course not." Yun Wanli replied without thinking.
But then he laughed again: "Unless you tell me what you found, I can make an exception for you."
"It's nothing, the person was indeed killed by him. Now as long as he is convicted according to the procedure and finally shot, the case will be considered closed."
When Yun Wanli heard the words, his face showed suspicion. He felt that Song Ci must have something to hide from him, but he didn't continue to ask.
He understood Song Ci's character, he didn't want to talk about it, and it was useless to ask.
So he got up and walked out of the office.
"Where are you going?" Song Ci hurriedly got up and followed.
"Don't you want to see Jiang Haiyun? I'll take you to see him now." Yun Wanli said angrily.
Outside the office, Yun Wanli led Song Ci to the interrogation room and told him to sit down and wait.
After leaving the interrogation room, he quickly brought Jiang Haiyun over and handcuffed him to the interrogation chair opposite.
Jiang Haiyun was tall and fat, and the ground seemed to be shaking when he walked, and he probably hadn't bathed for a long time, and his body smelled very strong, with a disgusting fishy smell.
When Song Ci looked at him, he also squinted at Song Ci.
"You talk to him, I'm outside, press the button on the table if you need something." Yun Wanli whispered to Song Ci, then turned and walked out, and closed the door.
Song Ci looked back at the SLR glass behind him.
Behind the glass, Yun Wanli scratched his cheeks guiltyly, but he didn't turn around and leave, still looking at the interrogation room.
At this time, Song Ci said to Jiang Haiyun who was sitting opposite with a calm expression: "Should I call you Jiang Haiyun, or Ge Qianqian?"
Sitting on the interrogation chair with a calm expression, Jiang Haiyun's squinted eyes widened suddenly when he heard the words, staring straight at Song Ci with a shocked expression on his face.
(End of this chapter)