Chapter 4: Zhang Xiaojuan's Suffering
Long Ze smiled politely at him and asked casually, "......Who is this?"
"Oh yes, it's my neighbor, my parents just died, and he helped me a lot!"
Zhang Xiaojuan's eyes flickered and explained, Long Ze nodded and asked the middle-aged man to sit down.
It was understood in advance that after Zhang Xiaojuan divorced Qiangzi, she moved back to her mother's house that had just been demolished and moved into a new house, and soon her parents passed away, leaving her alone.
"Ms. Zhang, do you know that your ex-husband was killed a few days ago?"
"I've heard that we rarely see each other after divorcing him, and I also learned about it from a friend!" Zhang Xiaojuan seemed to be relieved and calm when she answered.
He Weiqi nodded and continued to ask: "Then do you know who Qiangzi has a grudge with, or what enemies he has?"
Zhang Xiaojuan shook her head, "When we are together, he rarely goes home, either gambling or drinking, as for the enemy, there should be none, although he is a bad gambler, but he is timid, he gambles if he has money, and he doesn't dare to borrow usury if he has no money!"
"Well, does he often hang out in nightclubs and hang out with some escort girls?"
After He Weiqi asked, Zhang Xiaojuan raised her head suddenly, her face turned red, and she hurriedly lowered her eyelids, "I've heard of it, and I suspect it, he is very demanding in that regard, I ......"
Long Ze and He Weiqi glanced at each other, and He Weiqi asked again: "Does he have a regular female partner, uh, I mean apart from you?"
Zhang Xiaojuan turned her face away and replied in disgust, "I don't know, do you think that as his wife, he will introduce his lover to me?"
He Weiqi didn't expect this question to make Zhang Xiaojuan so repulsed, Long Ze waved his hand at him, and then asked himself: "We didn't mean that, Ms. Zhang, your ex-husband has been in and out of nightclubs for a long time, and it has already started when you haven't divorced, I know that this matter hurts you a lot, but now that he is dead, we have the obligation to catch the murderer and make him confess!"
Long Ze's voice was easier to accept than He Weiqi's professional inquiry, and Zhang Xiaojuan was a little less resistant, and sighed.
"I quarreled with him when I was suspicious, I don't know if he has a fixed lover, I only know that when he quarreled with me, he said that I had no parental hair and charming, and no one dressed up in a variety of styles, and said that the queen's nightclub would feel better than me if she took out any of them!"
When Zhang Xiaojuan recalled this passage, in addition to sadness and hatred in her eyes, a woman who was accused by her husband was not as good as a nightclub girl, this kind of hurt felt outrageous when she thought about it. He Weiqi quickly wrote down these clues in the notebook, and Long Ze comforted her a few words before taking out the rhinestone button from his bag and presenting it to her.
"Have you ever seen this button, isn't it yours?"
Zhang Xiaojuan's face changed greatly, and she grabbed the hand of the middle-aged man next to her, and the middle-aged man shook off her hand as if he had been hit by an electric shock, and moved his ass to the side. Zhang Xiaojuan replied calmly, "It's not mine, I haven't seen it!"
"Well, okay, we know about the situation first, and we'll come back if we need to!" Long Ze stood up, stretched out his hand to shake hands with the middle-aged man, nodded goodbye, and walked out of Zhang Xiaojuan's house.
As soon as the two went out, the security door was closed from the inside.
He Weiqi pointed to the door and asked puzzled. "Finished asking so soon? I didn't find any clues! But I think the woman was a little suspicious, and she reacted a little bit when she saw this button. ”
Long Ze smiled without saying a word, walked quickly to the police car, pulled the door and sat in.
He Weiqi looked at his mysterious appearance, knew that he must have discovered something, and followed into the car.
"I can see that they are hiding something from us, and it has something to do with this button!"
"Then why don't you keep asking? I got it, wait for me to call!"
Without waiting for Long Ze to answer, He Weiqi already understood his intentions, took out his mobile phone and called Fat Boy, sure enough, Fat Boy came out of the testing room just now, and the fingerprint comparison results showed that the fingerprints on the rhinestone buttons were Zhang Xiaojuan's!
He Weiqi hung up the phone and looked at Long Ze with squinted eyes, Long Ze patted the steering wheel: "Go upstairs and see how they discussed!"
In room 201, Zhang Xiaojuan grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and urged him to hurry up and find a way.
"Guozhong, this matter is all because of you...... You can't ignore me, if the police know about our relationship, they will suspect you!"
"Suspect me of what? Suspect that I killed Hadron? Hmph, if I didn't feel sorry for you, I would have been involved in such a big thing, I spent my money, I was beaten, he is dead now, and no one will threaten us in the future!"
Bang bang bang, the anti-theft door was knocked suddenly, and Zhang Xiaojuan screamed in fright and hid in the arms of the middle-aged man Guozhong. Guozhong comforted her and asked in a deep voice, "Who?"
"It's me, I forgot to ask you something just now!"
The police went and returned, Zhang Xiaojuan and Guozhong suddenly felt that a great disaster was coming, and they opened the door hard. Zhang Xiaojuan sat slumped on the sofa, her eyes were distracted, and Guozhong stood on the side, extremely nervous. Long Ze and He Weiqi sat down and motioned for Guozhong to sit down as well.
Long Ze looked at them scrutinizing and said softly, "Did you forget to tell us something?"
Long Ze took out the physical evidence bag with buttons, put it on the coffee table and knocked it. Zhang Xiaojuan cried, and the man directly knelt on the ground and begged.
"Comrade policeman, I really didn't kill him, if I had that guts, I wouldn't have been extorted thousands of dollars by Qiangzi!"
"Zhang Xiaojuan, you have seen this button and touched it, because it has your fingerprints on it, which we have already ascertained. You see...... Are you here to tell us what happened, or are you going to the police station to explain?"
Long Ze observed his words and looks, and had long found out that Zhang Xiaojuan and Guozhong had something to hide, and they were both people with a very poor psychological defense, so they couldn't stand his heavy words, and Guozhong immediately explained the source of this button.
Qiangzi is an employee of a machinery factory, who is absent from work all day long without reason, and there is not much left of the already low salary. Zhang Xiaojuan and he have no children since they got married, and they work overtime all day to make money to supplement the family, but Qiangzi seems to be thin, but there are many requirements in terms of married life. Zhang Xiaojuan is busy with work, often working overtime all night, and the lonely and unbearable Qiangzi often lingers in nightclubs and fireworks Willow Lane.
Although Zhang Xiaojuan has heard about it for a long time, she is powerless to dissuade her, often in the unit and all night, colleague Guozhong is middle-aged and widowed, seeing that Zhang Xiaojuan, who is thin and small, often hides in the workshop alone and secretly cries, comforts her several times, and brings the relationship between the two people closer. One day, Zhang Xiaojuan was sick and asked for leave at home, and the strong son disappeared for several days, and she didn't even have a person to port water.
Guozhong called to inquire about her condition, and she cried bitterly on the phone, so Guozhong immediately rushed to her house and brought her hot dishes and meals. Maybe it's because of sympathy, the two talked happily, and gradually got carried away by desire, and the wide clothes were untied and the joy of fish and water!
But this happened to be bumped into by Qiangzi, who was taking the nightclub girl home, and beat Guozhong violently, and blackmailed a sum of money to count as his mental damages.