After careful investigation and analysis, the public security personnel found a fake work ID at the scene, and the name on it was also fake.
"The murderer is most likely a vagrant criminal who lives in Room 403 and speaks with a northern accent," concluded an experienced public security officer.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
In the interrogation room, the pale light poured down without reservation, tightly enveloping Xue Aiju's figure.
The public security personnel interrogated her again and again, their eyes sharp as a torch, trying to find any clues related to the four gangsters from her every expression and every word.
However, Xue Aijuan was like a cunning fox. She responded flawlessly and the public security personnel never found any loopholes.
The bloody murder case at Quyuan Building was like a heavy rock weighing on the hearts of the public security personnel.
The reconnaissance work lasted for a long time, but it was always at a stalemate and made no progress.
As time passed, Xue Aiju was finally released after being detained for prostitution for half a month.
The sun was a bit glaring. Xue Aijuan walked out of the detention center and took a deep breath, but she still felt a lingering sense of oppression in the air. She went straight to the South China Film City Cinema Cafe, where the lights were soft and soothing music flowed in the air, but she had no intention of enjoying it all.
Seeing the bandit leader Song Zhijun sitting in the corner, Xue Aijuan walked over, forced a mysterious smile on her face, and said with a bit of admiration: "Boss, your arrangements are really thoughtful! Otherwise, all of us would probably have lost our heads. I was detained for half a month and finally got out."
Song Zhijun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled mysteriously. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He lowered his voice and said, "You have indeed made a significant contribution to the business of Quyuan Building.
The price of your detention for half a month was to ensure the safety of several people. If you reveal even a single flaw, we'll all be finished.
But I don't have much money now, and the expenses at this stage are too high. You can spend these 4,000 yuan first, and I will make up for it next time."
Xue Aijuan took the four bundles of money, and the thickness of the money made her feel bitter.
She risked her life to participate in a murder conspiracy. She remembered that the deceased clearly said that there were 120,000 yuan in the suitcase, but the bandit leader Song Zhijun told her that there were only 53,000 yuan in total.
She had originally expected to get 40,000 to 50,000 yuan this time, but now she only got a few thousand yuan.
She felt like death was a ghost, stalking her at every turn. She'd promised to make amends next time, but after what she'd experienced, she doubted there would be a next time. She felt like the police's gazes were sharp arrows, poised to strike her at any moment, as if they might realize they'd misplaced her.
Especially right after she was released, she heard that the murder case committed by her good friend Yan Zhili and her lover Wen Xueyan at the Baiyun Hotel had been solved by the Guangzhou Public Security Bureau.
The murderer Wen Xueyan has been escorted back to Guangzhou from Jinzhou, Liaoning.
She knew that if Yan Zhili was captured and confessed to the gold bar robbery in Fuzhou, both she and the bandit king would be completely exposed. As long as Wen Xueyan confessed to Song Zhijun's murder, the bandit king would be arrested immediately.
Xue Aijuan felt that Guangzhou was like a giant, terrifying net, slowly tightening, dragging her into hell. If she didn't escape Guangzhou, the guillotine might be waiting for her.
Although Song Zhijun has always been shrewd and scheming, he is also full of evil and blood debts, and ultimately he cannot escape the law.
Xue Aijuan took the money, thought for a long time, and said slowly: "Boss, I haven't been back to Ningxia for a long time, and I want to go home and visit. Do you have any other instructions?"
"It's time to go back home and visit your parents." Song Zhijun looked at her meaningfully and said, "We've been together for more than two years, and every collaboration has been successful. I admire your abilities. I hope we can work together more in the future. It's a pity that we're parting ways this time. I don't know if we'll ever meet again."
Xue Aijuan smiled bitterly and murmured to herself, "Maybe there will be a chance for us to meet again, but it's too difficult."
Song Zhijun fell into deep thought, puffing on his cigarette, the flame of the cigarette butt flickering in the dim corner. After a long while, he seemed to have made up his mind and said, "You go home. I'll take you to the station."
Afterward, Song Zhijun and Xue Aijuan took a taxi to the station. At a nearby restaurant, the bandit king hosted a farewell banquet for Xue Aijuan. The food and wine on the table steamed and exuded an alluring aroma, but Xue Aijuan found it bland.
Xue Aijuan picked up the wine glass, tears welling up in her eyes. Her voice choked with sobs as she said, "After this separation, we may never meet again in this life. Boss, take care of yourself. I'm most worried that Wen Xueyan, the wolf, will betray you, and even more worried that Yan Zhili will bite me out. If the two of them are caught by the Guangzhou police, our fate will be in danger."
Song Zhijun shook his head slightly, his expression seemingly calm. "Don't worry about Yan Zhili biting you. She's been killed by her husband, Wen Xueyan. It's true that Wen Xueyan was taken back to Guangzhou from Jinzhou, but I believe he won't betray me. I trust my brothers and sisters. They would rather lose their own heads than violate the gang's rules and bite me. Don't worry about that."
After hearing this, Xue Aijuan raised her neck and gulped down a glass of beer, as if to dispel the fear in her heart. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Boss, with all due respect, it's time for you to leave Guangzhou. There are dangers everywhere here, and so many cases are related to you. Are you going to just sit there and wait for death?"
"The more dangerous the place, the safer it is. That's my dialectic." Song Zhijun grinned cunningly, a hint of arrogance in his eyes. "Besides, how could I abandon these brothers in Guangzhou? Don't worry, I've researched a lot of counter-reconnaissance methods to deal with the public security organs..."
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