Personal security

Chapter 10: A flash of thought

There is a milky white bathtub facing the bathroom door.

The showerhead on the bathtub is gurgling with steaming water. The water in the bathtub is full and overflowing, a snow-white body is floating in the water, and the black hair is gently rippling with the ripples.

A corner of pajamas is still hanging on the edge of the bathtub. The water flowing out of the bathtub flows along one of the sleeves of the pajamas to the floor drain in the corner.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but frown slightly, looking at Dongfang Wenying's closed eyes, his heart suddenly tightened, and he immediately reacted: "Could it be that this is a conspiracy against me?"

While he was thinking deeply, the male maintenance worker pulled the waitress, and the two of them ran away like a gust of wind. Zhao Jianhui walked to the bathtub and carefully examined Dongfang Wenying's body. The woman's muscles were white all over her body, and there was no broken skin at all.

Back in the living room, Zhao Jianhui took out his cell phone and was about to call the police when five or six policemen came in. Hearing that someone had died in the hotel, the police came quickly. But no one expected that as soon as they entered the door, they saw the man who was said to be the murderer, sitting on the sofa with his cell phone ready to make a call.

The leading policeman quickly took out a pistol from his waist and pointed at Zhao Jianhui: "Don't move, raise your hands."

Zhao Jianhui glanced at him and said lightly: "You are here, so I don't have to call the police again. The deceased is inside, you check the scene to see if there are any clues, I just took a rough look and didn't find any suspicious points..."

"You... checked it?" The leading police officer was confused by Zhao Jianhui's calmness, thinking how could this man be so bold? He killed someone and didn't run away, and he was still waiting for the police to come and instruct them to solve the case?

"I told you to put your hands up, didn't you hear me? Don't move... I'll shoot if you move." Seeing Zhao Jianhui trying to put his phone in his pocket, the policeman who was pointing a gun at Zhao Jianhui shouted again.

"Hey... Officer, I just put my phone up. You asked me to put my hands up and then didn't let me move. What should I do?" Zhao Jianhui smiled bitterly, thinking that he was being treated as a fleeing criminal.

"Put your hands up..." The policeman didn't seem to be joking with him at all. He pointed a pistol at Zhao Jianhui. A policeman behind him came with handcuffs and handcuffed Zhao Jianhui's hands. The policemen were relieved.

Two people were left to watch Zhao Jianhui, and the rest of the policemen searched the room separately. The policeman who led the team just now went into the bathroom to check Dongfang Wenying's body.

After more than ten minutes, the policemen returned to the living room, gathered together and whispered a few words, and then one of them went out, looking like he was asking for support from the superior criminal investigation police. The leading policeman walked up to Zhao Jianhui and asked with a puzzled look: "What's your name and what do you do?"

"Zhao Jianhui, a cadre of the Development and Reform Commission." Zhao Jianhui smiled, lowered his head and pursed his lips: "There is my ID in my pocket..."

The policeman walked in and took out Zhao Jianhui's ID from his pocket. This was Zhao Jianhui's work ID, not his special ID.

"Zhao Jianhui, deputy director of the National Development..., rank: director..." There was a bareheaded photo of Zhao Jianhui and his name and position on it. The policeman took a glance after opening it, compared him with the photo, and then read it out loud. When he got to the director level, the policeman was obviously stunned, thinking that this kid made up a certificate, how could such a young director be such a director?

"Where did you get this ID?" Thinking of something, the policeman asked casually. His question stunned Zhao Jianhui: "What do you mean where did I get it? This is issued by the unit. If you don't believe it, you can check it. Our people are all staying at the Nantian Hotel."

"What are you so proud of? Even if you are really the director of the Reform Commission, you can't say that you didn't kill anyone, right? Even if it is true, it can only prove your identity, and it can't say that you are fine if you killed someone. What we emphasize is that everyone is equal before the law..."

As he spoke, Zhao Jianhui nodded: "Yes, you are right, but how can you conclude that I killed someone? If I am in this room and someone happens to die in this room, can I say that I killed the person?"

"If it's not you, then who is it?" The police asked loudly.

"This is what I was going to ask you. You police need to find out who killed the person. You can't say that I killed the person before there is a conclusion." Zhao Jianhui said, moving two fingers in front of the police officer, and the handcuffs on his hands fell to the ground with a thump. Then, the police officer, whose eyes were about to fall out of their sockets in shock, saw Zhao Jianhui's hand stretched out in front of him and took back the certificate in his hand.

"You already know my name and where I work. I live in Nantian Hotel. You can come to me at any time if you need any cooperation." Zhao Jianhui said, smiling at him: "Now, I should go back."

As he walked out while talking, the policeman hurriedly shouted: "You...you stop...you can't leave. There are many questions you haven't explained clearly now."

Zhao Jianhui stopped and looked back at him and asked: "What else do you need to know?"

"What is your relationship with the deceased? Did you book the room or did the deceased book it? What were you doing in the room? I... I mean, what kind of work do you have to discuss in the room of this hotel?"

Zhao Jianhui stared at him for a moment, looked into his eyes and asked: "Have you recognized the deceased?"

"Yes, Dongfang Wenying is also a well-known person in Nanyue. Although she may not know so many people, there may not be many people who don't know her." The police officer has regained his composure and nodded.

Zhao Jianhui pondered for a while, then walked back and asked the police officer: "Which unit are you from? Is it the criminal police team or the police station?"

"I am the director of the Xinyuan Road Police Station in Lunan District. My name is Li Lei." The police officer already knew Zhao Jianhui's identity. Although he had some doubts, he still answered very seriously.

"Chief Li, I suggest you report to the next level leader immediately, but don't say the deceased is dead when reporting."

"Don't say the deceased is dead? This..." Hearing what Zhao Jianhui said, Chief Li Lei's brain was a little insufficient: "You, what do you mean by that?"

Zhao Jianhui glanced at the police officers who followed him. Li Lei was still good at observing people's expressions. As soon as he saw Zhao Jianhui's eyes, he immediately understood what Zhao Jianhui was worried about, and immediately said to Zhao Jianhui: "These are all my people, just say whatever you want."

Zhao Jianhui thought to himself, I don't even know who you are. Your people are loyal to you, but not to me, right? But I have no one to use now, and I have to stabilize you.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jianhui lowered his voice and said: "I just thought of this temporarily. Think about it, since the other party wants to kill people, they must be afraid that Dongfang Wenying knows some secrets..." Know what secrets? Originally, Zhao Jianhui was going to make up a paragraph to let the police keep the news of Dongfang Wenying's death secret. When he said that Dongfang Wenying might know some secrets and was killed to silence her, Zhang Mingyang's face flashed in his mind like a spark of fire.

Yes, if there is one person who hopes that Dongfang Wenying can't speak, it is Zhang Mingyang. Seeing that the province has set up a working group to investigate the shoddy work of Dongfang Wenying, Shen Ziwen, Yang Huaili and others, they will find Zhang Mingyang. If Dongfang Wenying can't speak, then there will be no threat to Zhang Mingyang.

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He said half of his words to Li Lei, and immediately took out his mobile phone and called Sun Liyun: "Contact the comrades in the local bureau and rush to room 3501 of Haixin Hotel."

After making this call, he saw Director Li looking at him with his mouth wide open, probably wondering if this person has a mental problem. Why does he say the wind and rain? He was only halfway through talking to me when he suddenly remembered something and called someone on the phone.

Who knew that Zhao Jianhui was addicted to calling on the phone? As soon as he hung up on this person, he immediately called someone else: "Secretary Xu, I have a situation to report to you... Yes, I need the cooperation of the provincial department... OK, I'll wait here..."

When Li Lei heard him call Secretary Xu, his calves trembled. In the territory of Nanyue, he probably knew only one secretary with the surname Xu. Who was this person? He called so easily? If it was really that old man, he probably just went to bed at this time? Was it a private number? If it was the phone in the secretary's hand, the other party would not be able to transfer it to him, right? Even if it was transferred, it would not be so fast! !

The more Li Lei listened, the more frightened he became. When he heard Zhao Jianhui say that he needed the cooperation of the provincial department, Li Lei no longer had any doubts in his heart. His heart skipped a beat, thinking that this matter seemed to be going to get out of hand. How could such a case have alarmed the provincial department?

After hanging up the phone with Secretary Xu, Zhao Jianhui called Dongfang Wenjing: "Wenjing, um, it's me, you come to room 3501 of Haixin Hotel right away... What? Your mother knows what happened? Oh oh!! Haha, look at what you've thought of. It's okay to tell her that I want you to cooperate with me on a very important matter, and you must come right away... Well, pay attention to this when you come, it's best not to let others see your face... OK, OK, you can dress yourself up as an Arab. OK, I'll wait for you."