"This is it." Zhang Zijun said.

Bai Yaqing knocked lightly on the door three times, and a hoarse male voice came from inside.

"Who?"

"Hello, is Mr. Zhu Hall here?"

“…… You're looking for the wrong one, there is no such person. The man inside hesitated for a few seconds and said.

"Do you see the address clearly?" Bai Yaqing asked Zhang Zijun.

"Yes, yes, it's here, did you say you moved?"

Bai Yaqing knocked on the door again and said, "Can I trouble you to open the door?" We are the police, so please cooperate. ”

Zhu Hall didn't speak inside, and after a few minutes of stalemate with each other, when Bai Yaqing was about to knock on the door again, the door opened.

Zhang Zijun holds a photo of Zhu Hall in his hand, which is a work photo they put on the staff wall.

"You're Zhu Hall, right? Why not open the door? Why do you deny that you are Zhu Hall? Zhang Zijun asked.

"How do I know if you're a bad guy? Police, didn't I open the door? "What Zhu Hall means is that he has already opened the door after knowing that the two of them are police officers.

Bai Yaqing stopped Zhang Zijun and didn't let him continue, it is normal for ordinary people to have some sense of vigilance, and they can't stop it. Being vigilant is what they advertise on a daily basis.

"Now that you know, can you cooperate with us in investigating the murder of your factory director?" Bai Yaqing asked.

Zhu Hall couldn't refuse, if he refused, he would definitely be suspicious of them......

"Come in and sit."

The lighting in Zhu Hall's house is not bad, and as soon as he entered the door, Bai Yaqing noticed the table next to the door, and the photo on it.

"It's ......"

"This is my love."

Bai Yaqing noticed that there was a date on the photo.

"Just died?"

"Well, I passed away eight days ago." Zhu Hall said lightly, but there was indescribable sadness and reluctance in his tone.

Zhang Zijun saw that the walls of this rental house were full of photos of the husband and wife in Zhu Hall, group photos, and their wedding photos.

In these life photos, it can be seen that Zhu Hall and his wife have a very good relationship between husband and wife. Very affectionate......

"How did you get rid of it?" Zhang Zijun turned his head and asked.

"It's just that I can't think about it, I committed suicide, I ...... blamed for this," Zhu Hall said reproachfully.

As for the reason, it is really inconvenient for them to ask, after all, this is Zhu Hall's own private matter, and it has nothing to do with the case of the factory director, nor is it the direction of their investigation.

"Condolences and change." Bai Yaqing could only say such a comforting word.

"You're here to ask about the factory director?"

"Yes, your factory director was found dead in the office by Secretary Jiang this morning, and the money in the office was also robbed." Bai Yaqing said.

"Murder for money?" Zhu asked.

"Yes, you left work late last night, did you find anything suspicious?" Zhang Zijun asked.

"How do I know? I'll be back after overtime. ”

"Did you pass by the office?"

"I'll go home straight after work, what am I going to do there?"

Bai Yaqing took out the surveillance photo, the figure on the photo is very similar to Zhu Hall, the monitoring of the workshop that night did not see anyone working overtime, Zhu Hall was obviously lying.

"Are you sure you were working overtime on the shop floor that night?" Bai Yaqing asked again.

"Otherwise, would I have any other place to work overtime?" Zhu asked rhetorically.

"All the workers in your workshop have already left work that night, and you are working overtime alone?"