Fu Hange was powerless against the word "beautiful." She dared not say how beautiful she was, but even a compliment from Tang Yehuai convinced her.
"Alright, then I'll just do my part to find out what's going on."
Tang Yehua cheered her on from behind. Fu Hange took the glass of vodka from his hand and then walked towards the old man.
"Want a drink?" Fu Hange went up and mimicked what Tang Yehuai had just said.
The man was surprised, but faced with the beauty, he still picked up the wine in his hand and drank it all.
Fu Hange deliberately let her hair down. Luckily, she had changed her clothes before leaving the house so that she wouldn't be too revealing. Otherwise, it would be too much of a waste to sacrifice herself for a case.
She said, "Handsome, did you see a woman here a few days ago? From that abandoned neighborhood in XX. She was supposedly a married woman."
The man became wary, his hand holding the wine glass tightening instinctively: "Who are you talking about?"
Fu Hange clearly noticed his actions, but her expression remained unchanged: "It was a woman who was drinking with you. I think you should remember her; she's quite good-looking."
The man became uneasy: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Fu Hange smiled sweetly and explained to him with some professionalism: "It's like this, yesterday we found her and her husband dead at home under mysterious circumstances. But according to people around them, her husband rarely went out, and the last person she saw was you."
"Yes, I did meet her, but there were many people here at the time. Even if I wanted to make a move, I wouldn't need to do it here, would I?"
Fu Hange glanced in Tang Yehuai's direction; he continued drinking calmly. Fu Hange felt a surge of anger. She was doing this kind of thing here, and he was drinking so freely.
Fu Hange suppressed her anger and forced a professional smile, saying, "Yes, I know you wouldn't do anything to her here, but can you tell me if she was in contact with anyone else at the time? Or rather, who did she go home with in the end?"
The man scratched his head, looking exasperated. "Who are you? Why are you asking these questions?"
Fu Hange cleared her throat: "I'm an entertainment reporter. I heard there was a murder case. Isn't this why my boss asked me to come and cover the news? Please understand. Tell me everything you know, and I'll share my bonus with you when I get it."
Sure enough, men are powerless when it comes to bonuses. The man said, "I don't know the specifics. I just remember that she came to me that day and said that her husband had abused her again. Our marriages are similar. We don't get along well, so we often drink and talk here."
“I only talked to her for about ten minutes that day, then a man came to see her, and afterwards I was a bit tired and left before I finished my work.”
So, there's another man?
Fu Hange pressed on, "Do you remember what that person looked like? How tall was he? Could you give me a portrait?"
The man thought for a moment and said casually, "I don't remember very well. He was about my age. I thought we might get along well since we were the same age, so I didn't pay much attention. But he was a little taller than me, and his baseball cap was pulled down low, so I couldn't see his face clearly."
This is a clue, Fu Hange thought. Perhaps she could check the bar's surveillance footage later and find out who it was.
She said, "Thank you. Could you please leave me your phone number and name?"
Fu Hange took out her phone, and the man didn't hesitate. He entered a number into her contacts, which had two characters on it: Fang Zhuang.
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