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Two days after Song Ping's death, SPD found the suicide note from his computer, and with the help of other evidence, the police officers have confirmed that Song Ping committed suicide, so the focus of the investigation has changed from the cause of Song Ping's death to the source of the deadly drugs. .

This police station located in the northwest of S City has not been busy for a long time. Most of the police officers here are locals, and some police forces are assigned from nearby towns and cities, but everyone wants to take this opportunity to give Those lawless and evil sons and brothers should sound the alarm.

These little bastards who regard the law and morality as nothing have finally been caught by them, and now they have killed people. They don't have to worry about the investigation being incomplete. Just the public grievances can stop the mouths of those who want to calm down up.

"Officer M! I checked this book. There is Song Ping's name on the register of the S University Library. The last one who borrowed it was Bian Boxian. He only borrowed it for four days and returned it on the 28th. The last one was Bian Boxian. Jin Zhongren, borrowed it for two days."

"Okay, let's go and check the surveillance records on the street near the hotel gate, as well as the back alley."

"Yes."

Officer M looked at the book "God and Gold" that was originally placed in the hotel room where Song Ping died through the evidence bag.

"Neither God nor gold saved you."

The book was spread out and put in the evidence bag, and the time and place were scrawled on one of the pages, which looked like a crime notice with malicious intentions.

28.2.2016-9.45pm-W.Street

Next to it, Song Ping's death file clearly stated "Death time: 29.2.2016".

CH32

"Mr. Jin Zhongren, where were you at 28 o'clock in the evening on the 9th?"

"My photographic works are exhibited at Q Gallery in L City. The opening ceremony will be on the 28th. Kim Min-seok and I have been in L City."

"What's your relationship with Song Ping?"

Jin Zhongren lowered his head and thought for a while: "Know someone? I'm sorry, officer, I just happen to know his name. We... I have almost no intersection with someone like him."

I don't know if the SPD police officer is too stupid in terms of interpersonal relationship, he didn't realize the arrogance behind Kim Jong-in's humility.

"Did you know that Song Ping took drugs?"

"Drugs?" Jin Zhongren frowned: "I don't know, my friends and I have a very strict family education, and we don't touch these things. As for Song Ping, I didn't know he took drugs... Like I said before, we hardly intersection."

"Okay, this case is still being sorted out, Mr. Jin please don't leave S City."

Jin Zhongren stood up, smoothed the non-existing folds on the windbreaker, and nodded to the police officer: "Yes, I will cooperate with the investigation."

Jin Minshuo, who was standing at the gate of the police station, saw him coming out, and went up to meet him: "I'm not worried about you, Baekhyun..."

"What? He met Song Ping?" Jin Zhongren lit a cigarette and asked as he walked.

"That's not true. On the night of the 28th, he entertained guests in the red light district."

Jin Zhongren stopped walking: "Wu Shixun will help him perjure, but..."

Kim Min Suk smiled and said, "I thought you would ask him what he was doing in the red light district."

"How come, I'm not Wu Shixun." Jin Zhongren flicked the cigarette ash and watched the gray cigarette butt fall on the snow: "I'm not that childish, and the person who knows him best is me, don't think the guest must be from there side."

"That's right, do you think that lady will make a move?"

"She'd better make a move, otherwise you and I won't be able to proceed to the next step."

Kim Min-seok nodded, started the car, drove out of the SPD, but passed by Wu Se-hoon's car at the door.

Not surprisingly, the co-pilot was Bian Baekhyun.

Jin Zhongren silently added a sentence in his heart: She had better make a move, otherwise Baekhyun might not be able to pass this test.

But this is not the area that Kim Jong-in needs to care about, he knows he has gone beyond.

"Mr. Bian, where were you at 28:9 p.m. on the [-]th?"

"I was with Oh Sehun, watched two movies at my apartment, and talked about business."

The police officer looked into Bian Boxian's eyes and could not see a trace of timidity or hesitation, so he continued to ask, "What is your relationship with Song Ping?"

"Friends, we will hang out together, which is relatively rare recently."

Bian Baekhyun didn't touch the hot coffee the police gave him, but only answered the questions cautiously, looking calm and a little panicked.

"Did you know that Song Ping took drugs?"

"I don't know..." Bian Boxian was stunned: "We haven't seen each other since New Year's Eve. We only talked a few times. I didn't know he took drugs before."

The police officer patted the table: "Mr. Bian, did Song Ping call you on the night of the 28th?"

Bian Baekhyun looked shocked: "He called... We hung up after chatting for a few minutes, the content was not very pleasant."

"I hope you answer truthfully, the current evidence is against you!"

Baekhyun's lawyer interjected, "Officer, you are inducing questions now, please be careful."

The police officer looked very angry, but restrained his attitude, and asked bluntly: "What is the collective content of the call?"

"We... quarreled because he had a party in the pub before, using my name."

The other party didn't seem to understand, Bian Baekhyun continued: "Using my name can open up the limitations of guests for him, he can charge for drinks at will before the party starts, in addition to normal expenses, he can make a lot of money a sum."

The police officer nodded: "As for your testimony, we will confirm it again. The previous case is still being sorted out. Please, Mr. Bian, don't leave City S."

"Ok."

Immediately afterwards, Wu Shixun was also called into the inquiry room, and Baekhyun stood in the snow playing with Wu Shixun's car keys.

This may be the last snow of this winter. The time quickly slipped to March, and the temperature has risen. This snow must be the end of the cold weather.

Along with the cold north wind enough to freeze the blood came Wu Shixun's serious and sharp questioning.

"Bian Baekhyun, why are you lying?"

He shrugged nonchalantly: "I need it."

Wu Shixun closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart: "Then what did you do on the night of the 28th?"

"Sehun, you don't need to know this."

Wu Shixun pushed Bian Baekhyun to the car door, and Bian Baekhyun's waist hurt when the car handle hit him. He glanced at Wu Shixun in disgust, and the other party was obviously even angrier.

"Bian Boxian! Since you want me to give you false testimony, why don't you tell me the truth?!"

He turned cold, and looked at Wu Shixun calmly: "When I can tell you, I will naturally say, you don't have to ask me to the end."

"What do you think I am?" Wu Shixun's voice was hoarse, and he let out a beast-like cry: "Why did you choose to avoid me?"

Bian Boxian hugged him gently, and comforted him: "You just need to follow me and do as I say. You see, this time, you have a good heart..."

"There is a connection?" Wu Shixun interrupted him, and broke away from the hug without hesitation: "What if I didn't follow your words?"

"But you don't know how to do it, right?" Bian Boxian said with a flattering tone, but with certainty.

Wu Shixun clenched his fists and said with trembling lips, "No matter what, I will stand by your side."

Bian Baekhyun smiled frivolously and frivolously*, Wu Shixun didn't know whether it was resentment, doubt, dissatisfaction or disappointment that filled his heart.He tried his best to dispel the fog, but he couldn't see the light that should be ahead.

"Mr. Zhang, where were you at 28:9 p.m. on the [-]th?"

"I'm with Park Chanyeol and a friend."

"Did you know that Song Ping took drugs?"

Zhang Yixing moved his lips and said in a low voice: "I know... I didn't know until the night of the 28th."

"Number 28?" the officer repeated.

"Number 29...I made a mistake, sorry, I'm not in a good mood recently." Zhang Yixing raised his eyes listlessly, it seemed that it was just a slip of the tongue.

The police officer gave him a suspicious look, and then asked, "Talk about it in detail."

"That night, Park Chanyeol and I rushed to the hotel after receiving a call from Admiralty. I saw the things on the coffee table and the needle in Song Ping's hand."

"Mr. Zhang, we found that Song Ping's car parked at the hotel is yours. Please explain this problem."

He softly groaned, supporting himself to sit upright: "On the morning of the 28th, Song Ping sent a text message asking me if I could borrow my car for two days. I agreed, and then he came to my apartment to get the keys."

"What else did you say then?"

"We had a quarrel," Zhang Yixing said quickly, "The professors of the courses he majored in gave him an ultimatum - because S University is not based on credits but on class hours, if he doesn't come to class again, he will be given an ultimatum." If he withdraws from school, his visa for studying abroad will also be invalidated, so I advise him to go back to class."

The police officer looked at his expression to confirm that Zhang Yixing was not lying, asked a few more irrelevant questions, and told him as a matter of routine not to leave S City in the near future.

"Sorry, I still want to ask, will Song Ping be cremated?"

The police officer nodded: "We have contacted his family members. They will go to City S tomorrow and bring the body to City T. There is no place for cremation in City S."

"And after that?"

"I don't know the rest. I may go back with his ashes. We are only responsible for investigating the cause of his death and the source of the drugs."

"Thank you." Zhang Yixing staggered up from the chair, his lips were still trembling.

Walking out of SPD, he glanced at Park Chanyeol's car from a distance, and saw Park Chanyeol biting a