"What? Go to the Cultural Relics Bureau? Then, what kind of unit is that?" For Qi Lili, this was the first time that the Cultural Relics Bureau had heard of such a department.
"There is no other way. Unless I quit this job, I can only go to the Cultural Relics Bureau for a while. Teng Wensheng means that I should go and work first to avoid the limelight and look for opportunities later," Ding Changlin said.
"He, you believe what he said, fool, he is perfunctory with you, can't you hear it?" Qi Lili asked.
Ding Changlin was very angry. Qi Lili didn't try to comfort him at this time, but she was so angry with him. This added fuel to the fire, and Ding Changlin suddenly exploded.
"Then what can I do? What can I do? Who can I go to to reason with him? He just died like that, in front of me. Can I go to him to come to reason with him?" Ding Changlin shouted loudly, and people could hear it in the entire corridor of the unit.
Hear his voice.
"You, what are you yelling at? Am I not worried about you?" Qi Lili lowered her voice when she saw that Ding Changlin was angry.
Ding Changlin ignored him, picked up the cigarette case on the coffee table and went out. The security door he brought with him made a clang when he went out, as if a strong wind had blown the door open.
Although I went out, I didn’t know where to go. I walked on the street with a cigarette in my mouth, one after another, until I arrived at the park on the corner of the street. I found a stool and sat down. As soon as I sat down, it was midnight.
It's time to go back.
After opening the door, there was no one at home. Qi Lili didn't know where she had gone. There was a note left on the refrigerator at the door, saying that she was going to her parents' house. Ding Changlin didn't care about this, crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
, soaked a bowl of noodles for a while, and then fell on the sofa. At dawn, I was woken up by the ringing of my mobile phone.
"Hello, who's there?" Ding Changlin asked in a gravelly voice.
"I am Zhang Liangyu, where are you now? Come to the bureau."
"I don't have time. I've said everything I need to say. I really don't know the rest. If you definitely think that I killed Mayor Liang, just handcuff me." After Ding Changlin finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
But the call persisted and came in again. He was the deputy director of the municipal bureau. When she let him out, she said that he was still a suspect and would cooperate with her at any time.
Ding Changlin didn't dare to give Zhang Liangyu any face now. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh to himself, that sentence is really right. The higher your position, the more courage you have. Now he
The position is gone, and even the courage has become less.
Liang Guofu's death was a big deal, at least it was a big deal these days, and it was still a topic of conversation among the people in Jing'an City. Unlike the common people, this was a case that was placed in front of her, and Zhang Liangyu had to take care of it.
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Therefore, although Ding Changlin did not answer the phone, she was talking on the phone while driving, but Ding Changlin never answered the phone.
Listening to the constant ringing of the cell phone, Ding Changlin is not anxious at all. You can call if you like. Anyway, no one is looking for me now. He can't be a secretary and there are fewer calls. Ding Changlin has finished washing and is going to change his clothes and go to the cultural relics.
The bureau reported that although it is a bad organization, it is still an organization. In China, it is impossible to do without an organization, and they will not even give you a credit card.
When he had just taken off his shirt and pants, there was a knock on the door. Ding Changlin thought it was his wife Qi Lili who had come back, so he opened the door wearing a pair of trousers. Unexpectedly, standing at the door was a dashing Zhang Liangyu wearing a police uniform.
The two of them were stunned at the same time. Zhang Liangyu didn't expect that in broad daylight, Ding Changlin was dressed like this. He couldn't move forward or retreat. His eyes subconsciously scanned the place where he shouldn't scan the most. That place was full of bulges.
, although Zhang Liangyu was a visitor and knew the size of that place, his face suddenly turned red, and the scene on his chest swayed like a sea wave due to the strong mood swings, pressing against Ding Changlin, because of the last lesson, Ding Changlin
I wanted to see it but couldn't. I was so frightened that I ran towards the back room as if I had seen a ghost.
When Ding Changlin walked out of the back room neatly dressed, Zhang Liangyu was already standing in the living room. Ding Changlin did not dare to look directly at Zhang Liangyu. He lowered his head like a prisoner and stammered: "Zhang, Director Zhang, what are you doing?"
Did you find this place? You, sit by yourself, sit by yourself."
"Ding Changlin, you are obstructing the execution of official duties." Zhang Liangyu looked at the environment in the room and said with a frown.
Ding Changlin hurriedly cleared a place on the sofa for Zhang Liangyu to sit down, while he moved a small pony to sit on the opposite side of the coffee table.
"Director Zhang, would you like some tea?"
"Sit down, you're not thirsty, and explain to me why you didn't answer my call?"
"The phone is broken," Ding Changlin said.
When Zhang Liangyu heard this, he immediately took out his mobile phone to call his mobile phone. Ding Changlin saw the situation and said hurriedly: "Okay, stop calling. I don't want to answer. Director Zhang, let's put it this way, you really have evidence to prove it."
If I were the murderer, they would have caught me long ago, right? As for the rest, I really don’t know much more than you do. Please, please let me go. I promise I will never draw you again."
Zhang Liangyu didn't expect that this bitch would mention that portrait again. She didn't dare to let anyone else know about that portrait. It could be said that only she, the murderer and Ding Changlin knew about the portrait so far.
As for the pen and the gift rope, Zhang Liangyu explained for Ding Changlin that the murderer deliberately framed him, and there was really no way to prove that Ding Changlin was the murderer just by relying on the pen and the gift rope. Although the gift rope did have Ding Changlin's fingerprints on it,
But the more evidence pointed directly at Ding Changlin, the more Zhang Liangyu suspected that someone was playing a trick.
Just because Zhang Liangyu spoke for Ding Changlin, he didn't let him take it in anymore, but this bitch didn't accept her favor and mentioned the portrait again.
Zhang Liangyu looked at Ding Changlin sternly for a full minute, which made Ding Changlin feel a little hairy and had to lower his head again.
"Do you know Chen He?" Zhang Liangyu asked.
"You're asking about Mayor Liang's driver. How could I not recognize him? But after the accident, I haven't seen him or contacted him. What's wrong?" Ding Changlin asked.
"Last night, he fell from his residential building and died," Zhang Liangyu said.
When Ding Changlin heard this, he was stunned. His mouth was open enough to swallow an egg. Chen He had been Liang Guofu's secretary earlier than him, and Chen He was the driver brought by Liang Guofu after he was promoted to deputy mayor.
It is normal for leaders to be promoted and transferred to be hired as drivers, and it is also a well-known unspoken rule in the officialdom. Therefore, in terms of closeness to Liang Guofu, Ding Changlin is far inferior to Chen He.
"Where were you last night?" Zhang Liangyu asked.
"I, I'm sleeping at home," Ding Changlin explained.
Then he realized the meaning of Zhang Liangyu's question, so he asked: "Director Zhang, you don't think I killed him, do you?"
"I said he committed suicide. What are you trying to explain in a hurry? Tell me, where did you go last night?" Zhang Liangyu continued to ask, as if she was not satisfied with Ding Changlin's explanation just now, and she had experienced it.
Ding Changlin's tenacity, in the face of so many interrogation methods, Ding Changlin was the only one who didn't speak for several days!
Just because of Ding Changlin's toughness, Zhang Liangyu would rather believe that he is not the murderer than that Ding Changlin really killed someone.
But when Ding Changlin released his front foot, Chen He fell to his death with his back foot. Is this just a coincidence? Or is Ding Changlin the next person to be killed? Zhang Liangyu had to think about this.
Ding Changlin also realized the seriousness of the problem. He recounted his actions yesterday in detail, as well as the approximate time. He knew that after he explained this, Zhang Liangyu would go back to check the surveillance video to verify it.
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That's not what he's worried about now. What he's worried about is that after he went to the Discipline Inspection Commission, no one talked to him or asked about anything. This is unreasonable. But now that Chen He is dead, will there be some problems?
Do people take action against themselves?
"Director Zhang, did Chen He commit suicide?" Ding Changlin asked. He noticed that Zhang Liangyu was talking about falling to death. He might have jumped by himself or been pushed down.
"This is about the case. I can't tell you yet. I want to tell you that if you have anything you haven't told me, it's best to tell me quickly, otherwise it may cause you trouble," Zhang Liangyu said.
"What's the trouble?" Ding Changlin asked.
"You have to think clearly about trouble like Chen He. I can only tell you that Chen He's death is not that simple," Zhang Liangyu said.
Ding Changlin was excited when he heard this, but he really didn't know anything. During the time he and Liang Guofu worked together, he had no clue how many other inside stories Liang Guofu had that Ding Changlin didn't know about.
"Let's put it this way, how much do you know? Tell me and I can provide you with protection. If you don't tell, some people won't let you go just because you don't tell. Just like Chen He, the dead are the best at keeping secrets.
, I think what I said is clear enough, is there anything else you don’t understand?" Zhang Liangyu asked.
"I understand, but I really don't know what you want to know. Chen He and I are different. Chen He has been with Mayor Liang for many years..." Ding Changlin wanted to explain the difference between himself and Chen He.
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