I Can See The Murderer

"That's not true." Wang Qi said without tears: "Actually, he didn't say anything before he left school five days ago. Later that night, we asked him to go clubbing, and we learned that he had taken time off and went home. He did. Said that during this time I might not be out to play."

"I mistakenly thought that something happened in his house, so I didn't ask any more, who knew he was dead."

"Has Zhang Yimo ever had a holiday with others?"

"We don't know this. Anyway, when we were playing together, we never heard of it." Wang Qi said: "In fact, we only clubbed with Zhang Yimo occasionally. It's not a good relationship. Zhang Yimo's school friend is us. , But he still has a circle outside the school. It’s a rich second-generation circle."

"Rich second-generation circle?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised: "Is Zhang Yimo the rich second-generation?"

"Yes." Wang Qi slapped his thigh, and said excitedly: "Uncle Policeman, let me tell you that Zhang Yimo is rich, he drives a Ferrari and makes a big deal. Every time he goes clubbing, he pays the bill. Opened the deck. He really has nothing to say to his friends."

"Okay, okay, I don't want to listen to this." Zhou Ze was a little helpless: "Then since he is rich, I think there must be a lot of women around him?"

"Does that still need to be said?" Wang Qi said: "Let's not say whether Zhang Yimo has money or not. Just Zhang Yimo's face is enough to fascinate many women. Normally, Zhang Yimo is enough for our economy. The management department is over."

From these children, Zhou Ze understood that Zhang Yimo not only has no enemies at school, but also has good interpersonal relationships.

But the conversation turned back again, and the handsome and rich boy couldn't help but suffer from the jealousy of others.

Zhou Ze got up and said, "Are all the students in the Department of Economics and Management now in class? Can you take me to see it?"

"Some classes are in class, some are not. But I can bring them together." The counselor said, "Comrade police, what do you mean?"

"I just want to take a look. Call all the students over."

"Okay." When the police handle the case, how can the counselor dare to say anything or question anything.

Half an hour later, the entire department of economics and management students gathered in the large classroom. Zhou Ze took a look. Everyone had no guilt value on their heads. They had nothing to do with Zhang Yimo’s death: "After reading it, you can let These students have all gone back."

After a pause, the counselor was a little surprised: "Is this all right?"

"Of course, I just look at it casually." Zou Ze walked to Wang Qi: "Which bar was Zhang Yimo's favorite bar in his lifetime? Please tell me all the trouble."

"Of course." Wang Qi told Zhou Ze about the bars Zhang Yimo often visits.

It is broad daylight and the bar is not open. Zhou Ze contacted the owner of the bar and asked him to take the staff back to the bar for investigation.

An hour later, Zhou Ze sat in the bar and looked at the sleepy and dying employees. He reluctantly said: "I know you are all sleepy and exhausted, and don't want to cooperate with the investigation. But it is a matter of life, I hope. You all cooperate as much as possible. As long as you cooperate well, you can go back soon."

The bar owner yawned and said, "Comrade police, we have been very cooperative with you, otherwise we won't be here in an hour. Please hurry up and ask."

"Okay." Zhou Ze took out Zhang Yimo's photo: "This boy, do you have any impressions?"

After squinting his eyes, the DJ said, "Comrade police, there are hundreds of people going in and out of our bar every day. We can't remember everyone's face."

"I remember." A marketer stood up and said: "This boy, I often set up a stage here, and his name is Zhang Yimo, right?"

"Yes." Zhou Ze put away the photo: "Zhang Yimo died five days ago. I want to know, did Zhang Yimo have conflicts with others in the bar before his death?"

"I don't know if there have been conflicts, but I know that Zhang Yimo is very rich, and he hangs out with a group of rich second generations all day."

"Do you know those people in the rich second-generation circle?"

"Yes." The marketing nodded: "I know a rich second generation. Almost every time I come to the bar, I always go with Zhang Yimo. The two of them have a good relationship."

"Can you give me the contact information?"

"Yes, you can." He turned out the phone while talking about marketing, but there were too many people in his address book, and it took a few minutes to turn to: "That's it."

After Zhou Ze wrote down the information of Zhang Yimo, a rich second-generation friend, he left the bar.

As long as you know the name, it is very easy for the police to check his personal information.

Ten minutes later, upon receiving the address from Zhang Yan, Zhou Ze quickly turned around and rushed to the rich second-generation family named Song Yi.

It was Song Yi's nanny who opened the door for Zhou Ze and others. I heard that he was coming to Song Yi. He was very frightened, so he hurried to contact Song Yi's parents.

After repeated explanations, the babysitter felt relieved and went upstairs to call Song Yi down.

Song Yi was wearing a pajamas, and he was very depressed, just like the group of staff in the bar.

He walked up to Zhou Ze and lay directly on the sofa and said, "Comrade police, I am a good citizen who obeys the law. I have never done any bad things. What are you going to do when you come to us?"

"Zhang Yimo is your good friend, right?"

"Yeah." Song Yi slouched and sat up straight: "What? Did he do something illegal?"

"he died."

These three words made Song Yi immediately sober: "You...what did you say? Zhang Yimo is dead? How is this possible?"

"The fact is that Zhang Yimo was killed five days ago."

Song Yi's eyes widened: "I have indeed not seen Zhang Yimo for five days, and in the past five years, no matter how many messages I send him, he has not responded to me. I really haven't thought about death. ....."

"According to people familiar with the matter, you have a very close relationship with Zhang Yimo on weekdays, and you two will be together every time you go clubbing. So I want to know, have Zhang Yimo ever had conflicts with others on weekdays?"

"In fact, Zhang Yimo is a very good person, otherwise I wouldn't have had such a good relationship with him. As for contradictions, I do know one thing." Song Yi said, "Zhang Yimo talked about it half a month ago. The new sister, she is beautiful and has a great voice. He liked it at the time. But who knows, this woman has a boyfriend, and her boyfriend is still a gangster."

"That younger sister's boyfriend found Zhang Yimo to warn, but Zhang Yimo was not convinced. If we weren't pulling at the time, they might have started fighting." Song Yi sighed, "Zhang Yimo only had conflicts with this man. , I really don’t know about the others. And I think that this man is most likely the murderer of Zhang Yimo!".

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