He reached out and took the phone, only to hear Wei Hong, panting heavily, say:

"Old Qiu, Qiu Jingwen, this is Wei Hong."

From Wei Hong's hurried voice, Qiu Jingwen knew that something must have happened to Jiang Yuping.

"Wei Hong, what's wrong? What's the matter that's so urgent?"

"Old Qiu, Liang Damin took Yuping away in a jeep, saying he was going to see the police officers in the investigation team. Why are they questioning Yuping again? I have a bad feeling about this, and my heart is racing."

"Wei Hong, thank you, I understand."

"Old Qiu, I overheard Liang Damin and Yu Ping talking just now. They seemed to be talking about something involving three thousand yuan. What exactly happened?"

Yes, when Liang Damin and Jiang Yuping were talking, Wei Hong, who was keeping a close eye on things, pressed her ear to the door and listened quietly.

Therefore, she knew that Liang Damin had mentioned to Jiang Yuping about withdrawing three thousand yuan from the post office savings bank.

Qiu Jingwen knew, of course, that if Jiang Yuping couldn't explain the specific use of the three thousand yuan in the account, and Shao Jian's investigation team found three thousand yuan in cash from the deceased Liu Han, they would inevitably connect the two. Then, the relationship between him and Jiang Yuping and Liu Han would be established, and the suspect's identity as the murderer would be established, or at least there would be strong suspicion.

Qiu Jingwen thought for a moment and said to Wei Hong:

"Wei Hong, thank you. Yu Ping is fine. The 3,000 yuan withdrawal is for my own use and has nothing to do with Yu Ping."

Wei Hong was somewhat surprised, after all, three thousand yuan was not a small amount.

She was thinking:

Qiu Jingwen, what's the matter that the top leader needs three thousand yuan?!

"Oh, what did you use? What are you going to do with three thousand yuan?"

"Wei Hong, I still need to go to the workshop. Thank you so much. I'll explain it to you another time."

After Qiu Jingwen finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.

He didn't need to explain to Wei Hong, nor did he want to.

After hanging up the phone, Qiu Jingwen plopped down on the floor.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, pulled one out, and quickly lit it.

He took several deep drags of his breath, and his heart seemed to race.

Qiu Jingwen knew that three thousand yuan might be the breakthrough point for Shao Jian to get to his wife Jiang Yuping. Although his wife had been pretending to be calm these past few days, just like him, she was already overwhelmed and on the verge of collapse.

In this situation, the wife is likely to lose control and, under Shao Jian's interrogation, may take the blame for everything, including the process of the murder, as well as the motive and purpose. If the wife takes the blame for everything, it may be difficult for him to take the blame for the murder on her behalf, and it may be too late.

Thinking of all this, Qiu Jingwen stubbed out the half-smoked Pegasus cigarette in the ashtray, then picked up his teacup and gulped it down.

Qiu Jingwen has made up his mind; it's time for him to take responsibility for everything.

Everything, everything, is because of oneself.

If he hadn't been a Kuomintang agent, Liu Han wouldn't have found him or extorted three thousand yuan from him.

If it weren't for his superior-subordinate relationship with Liu Han, his kind, beautiful, and charming wife wouldn't have had any entanglement with Liu Han, and she wouldn't have plotted to kill him.

The murderer who killed Liu Han must bear the responsibility himself, not his wife.

Besides, Qiu Jingwen had already figured it out: his identity as a spy would be exposed by Shao Jian sooner or later. Moreover, now another butterfly had appeared, a butterfly that, like Liu Han before, held his fate in its hands.

Qiu Jingwen left the office, hopped on her bicycle, and headed straight for the guesthouse.

He's made up his mind.

He must voluntarily turn himself in and take the blame for the murder of Liu Han.