Chapter 139 Dalin, do you suspect that someone deliberately set him up?
The club manager said, "Officers, I have some impression of Liang Wenjun. He is a frequent visitor to our club. I have to go and personally greet these young masters every time they come. Every time I see him, he is either with Zheng Shao and the others, or with different women. The unfamiliar man you are talking about...I have never seen him before."
"I really didn't see Liang Wenjun on Saturday. We usually keep records of when we receive guests, and I just had someone check it out, and he definitely didn't come that day."
Yue Lingchuan asked: "So what do they usually do here?"
"That's a lot." The manager said, "Like drinking, poker, and all kinds of novel games... I don't understand some of the things young people do."
Shen Qingye keenly grasped the key words: "Poker?" She asked: "Do they also gamble?"
"This..." The manager hesitated for a moment and said, "This shouldn't be considered gambling, right?"
He scratched his head and said, "They probably just play for fun. Even though they win or lose a few thousand a day, the money is nothing to them. They probably just play for fun."
He paused, then smiled again: "Besides, this is a serious club. If things get really serious, we wouldn't dare to do that."
He spoke with a smile, looking at them, and speaking tentatively.
"We understand." Shen Qingye comforted him casually, then looked at Yue Lingchuan with a frown.
Still no.
After saying goodbye to the club manager, they checked all the places Liang Wenjun had visited before, even if only once, but the answers they got were almost the same.
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The moon was at its zenith, and the city was much quieter than during the day.
The atmosphere inside the spacious jeep was somewhat depressing.
Yue Lingchuan put one hand on the steering wheel, glanced at the people behind him through the rearview mirror, and said, "Liang Wenjun obviously concealed this matter on purpose, otherwise even Zheng Rui and the others wouldn't know about it. It's not surprising that he deliberately avoided such familiar places when dating people."
Wei Zhengyi and the others naturally understood this truth, but after investigating for such a long time without any results, they could not help but become anxious.
Zhou Qiming said: "Right now, no one knows who Brother Xu is. Even Liang Wenjun's phone has no relevant call or text message records." Team Ma and his men went to check and dialed the number, but no one answered. When I checked the phone number again, I found out that the owner of the household was a man in his seventies.
There are so many bars and clubs of all sizes in Pingjiang City that it is difficult to check them all one by one in a short period of time.
This feeling of punching cotton makes people feel powerless.
Everyone was silent for a moment and sighed in unison.
Shen Qingye had been silent since he got on the bus. He just looked out the window, the dim street lights flashing in his dark eyes. He sorted out the known clues in his mind and suddenly said, "Since we can't find anything from the front, can we check it backwards?"
Luo Kaiyang subconsciously asked: "What do you mean? How do you check backwards?"
Jiang Cheng's eyes flickered: "You mean... start from the underworld?"
Shen Qingye nodded: "That's right."
She turned her head and looked at everyone, trying to analyze, "Liang Yongcheng is very indulgent to Liang Wenjun on weekdays. He buys him a million-dollar sports car whenever he wants, and I think he also gives him a lot of living expenses. In addition, the people around him are all young ladies and masters from wealthy families. In this case, if he doesn't owe much money outside, he can use his own savings or borrow from friends around him to make ends meet. Even if it doesn't work, he can find an excuse to ask Liang Yongcheng for more money to buy a house or a car, and he may give it to him. But the two of them made such a big fuss, and Liang Yongcheng was so angry, it shows that the money he owes is probably a large amount."
It was so big that he couldn't fool Liang Yongcheng at all.
Upon hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought for a moment.
Again, Liang Yongcheng is the chairman of a listed company. Judging from his attitude towards Liang Wenjun, the pocket money he gives to Liang Wenjun must be quite a lot. At least millions, but at least a few hundred thousand, right?
But in this case, Liang Wenjun still had to ask Liang Yongcheng for money...
How much money did he owe? Hundreds of thousands? Millions?
...Or, tens of millions?
"Even if an ordinary person gambles... can they really lose that much money?"
Nowadays, most people only earn a few thousand yuan a month. If ordinary people gamble, they will lose a few thousand or tens of thousands. Millions...
Liang Wenjun looks like a reckless person, but based on the current investigation, he is not a fool.
Under normal circumstances, if they kept losing, anyone with a bit of common sense would have given up, but Liang Wenjun owed so much...
It can't be a one-time loss?
Zhou Qiming suddenly understood what was going on and looked at Shen Qingye and said, "Are you suspecting that someone deliberately set him up? And tricked him into losing so much money?"
Shen Qingye nodded: "I also heard that some people would deliberately find some rich people and set up a trap. At first, they would deceive them and play with them. Later, the game would get bigger and bigger. Before they knew it, they would lose all their wealth."
"According to Zheng Rui and Dong Wenwu, Liang Wenjun had never been involved in these things, and the people in the club didn't know about it either. In other words, the people who were with Liang Wenjun were probably not from their circle."
"Since he is not from their circle, how did Liang Wenjun know him?"
"That's why I was thinking, could it be that someone had been eyeing him for a long time, and seeing that he was rich, they deliberately set up this trap?"
Otherwise, there is no way to explain why Liang Wenjun suddenly owed so much money; nor is there any way to explain why the owner of that number was an old man.
It seems like the other party had planned it in advance and wanted to hide his identity.
Zhou Qiming murmured, "This kind of thing... is indeed quite common."
Those people not only target rich young men, but also migrant workers working away from home.
Every year before the New Year, some construction sites would pay out a year's worth of wages, giving some migrant workers money. Some people took advantage of this opportunity to lure them into gambling and drain all their money. In the end, the workers worked hard for a whole year but were left penniless, and some were even worse, burdened with heavy debts.
They had heard before about a case handled by a subordinate unit in which the family of a migrant worker went to the public security bureau and said that the contractor was a dishonest person and had withheld workers' wages, and that their husband had worked hard for a year but had not received a penny. However, the contractor kept saying that the wages had been paid before the Chinese New Year and not a penny was owed. The family member didn't believe it and kept making a fuss, asking the police to make the decision. In the end, the truth that emerged was that the salary was indeed paid, but the man in that family used it for gambling. He was afraid that his family would ask him why he didn't earn a penny all year round, so he made the excuse that the contractor owed him wages. However, he didn't expect his family to be so stubborn and come to his door directly, leading to this outcome.
Since then, the contractors on the construction sites here have reached a tacit understanding that wages are generally not paid directly to the workers. Either the workers' families come to collect them, or the contractors take the wages back home and hand them directly to their families.
After all, the people under the contractor are either locals or fellow villagers who came here with him. As a result, coupled with the police's strong crackdown on gambling, this trend has been slightly suppressed.
Shen Qingye looked at everyone and continued, "So I thought, since we can't find any clues from Liang Wenjun, why don't we come here and start from the heidao side to see if there is a person named Brother Xu."
Yue Lingchuan tapped the steering wheel from time to time and said, "That's indeed a solution."
He paused, glanced at Zhou Qiming through the rearview mirror, and said, "Old Zhou, some of your men should have dealt with these people, right?"
Zhou Qiming joined the company quite early and he is very good at networking and can get along with anyone. During these years of handling cases, he got to know quite a few people and he does have quite a few informants.
These people have also helped a lot in their investigations over the years.
Zhou Qiming thought about it and said, "Yes."
"As for gambling...Da Lin should know something about it."
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Dalin is a person Zhou Qiming met when he was working on a case before. That kid was unlucky at that time. Around the time of the crime, someone happened to see him passing by the deceased's door. In addition, he was hanging out outside all day, acting like a second-rate guy, and he had some grudge against the deceased. Everyone had a bad impression of him, and suspicion naturally fell on them.
Finally Zhou Qiming discovered something was wrong and after several investigations he found the real murderer and cleared Dalin's name.
Dalin was naturally grateful for this. Coincidentally, there was another case afterwards and he was called into the bureau as a witness. Later, he used his connections in the gray area to provide important clues to the police. As a result, he was smart and had the intention, so he was developed into an informant for the police.
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Dalin lives at the junction of urban and rural areas, where all kinds of people mix together and it is much more chaotic than the city center. But for those who walk in the gray area, it is the best environment.
When they arrived at their destination, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. The lights in the house had been turned off and it was quiet all around except for the long chirping of cicadas.
The knocking sound of "dong dong dong" was particularly obvious. After a long while, an impatient voice came from the room: "Who is it in the middle of the night?"
Zhou Qiming responded: "Dalin, I."
There was a pause in the sound in the room, followed by a burst of hurried footsteps. After a moment, the door opened with a creaky sound, revealing a man in his thirties with a scar on his left eyebrow.
"Brother Zhou!" The other party was obviously surprised when he saw Zhou Qiming. Seeing the few people following him, his eyes moved slightly and he asked carefully:
"Brother Zhou, is this... a case?"
Zhou Qiming smiled: "Indeed, there is a case that I need to trouble you with. Is this convenient?"
"It's convenient, it's convenient. What's the inconvenience? I'm alone!" Dalin laughed and turned sideways: "Brother Zhou, come in, come in quickly!"
Upon hearing this, everyone walked in without any hesitation.
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