You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 148 Who are they?! (Seeking monthly votes)

"On the evening of December 9th, there was a dinner party in private room number 6. One of the guests ordered a whole ray."

"you sure?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jinwen's eyes widened, and Maozi quickly stood up straight.

The waitress smiled and said, "Little Yang, would I lie to you? Other chefs don't dare to cook ray, so our head chef does it himself."

"Room number 6? Who's dining here?"

As the waitress walked upstairs, she said, "There's a large group of people. They seem to be leaders from some unit. I don't know the specifics, but I'll take you to find the supervisor in charge of room number 6. She should know."

Yang Jinwen smiled gratefully and said, "Thank you, Aunt Fan."

"You're welcome."

"It's all because of your dad..." Cat followed behind them, thinking to himself.

Unlike the Overseas Chinese Restaurant, the second floor of the Annan Grand Hotel has wooden tables and chairs. Maozi couldn't recognize them, but Yang Jinwen knew that they were all made of high-quality mahogany.

Box No. 1 is reserved year-round and not open to the public. It is undoubtedly reserved for someone else.

It's past lunchtime now, and there aren't many customers. The supervisor and waiters are all resting, unlike the drudges and laborers of the future who have to mop the floor and wipe the tables all the time to impress the bosses.

Besides, the Anan Hotel is state-owned, and the waiters are also state-owned enterprise employees, so they're not that shrewd.

"Xiaoqin." Aunt Fan waved to a young girl behind the beaded curtain.

The girl lifted the emerald green beaded curtain and came out: "Sister Fan, what's the matter?"

"Do you remember who was served in VIP room number 6 on the night of December 9th?"

"Isn't it just those people from Annan Bank?"

"Annan Commercial Bank?" Yang Jinwen asked, "How many people were having dinner together?"

The girl looked at Yang Jinwen suspiciously, and Aunt Fan whispered, "It's alright, we're family, just say what you want."

The girl smiled and said, "About ten people, a big table, and we ordered a lot of dishes."

Annan Commercial Bank is a local bank. Just to be on the safe side, Yang Jinwen asked, "What did they eat?"

The girl counted on her fingers: "We ordered a ray, abalone, and other seafood."

Have you eaten soybeans or soy products?

The girl thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No."

"No, are you sure?"

"Not really."

Aunt Fan asked, "Would you like me to ask for you?"

Yang Jinwen was about to nod when he turned around and saw Maozi picking up a few soybeans and putting them into his mouth.

"No, where did you get it from?"

Cat gestured with her chin toward the table next to her: "I was just about to tell you, didn't you see? There's a little basket on each table, filled with crispy soybeans, they're quite delicious."

Aunt Fan realized, "I almost forgot, that's right, there's a small bamboo basket on each table, and the baskets are full of snacks, like soybeans, melon seeds and mints."

That matches up!
Yang Jinwen looked at the girl: "Do you know the names of all the people who came to eat here?"

The girl recalled, "I didn't know him very well. I only knew that someone called Director Yao came here often."

"Director Yao?"

"Yes, when they were drinking, some people called him Brother Jun, and he paid the bill after the meal."

Maozi asked, "Is that Yao Jun? Or is his name Yao something-jun?"

Yang Jinwen nodded: "Thank you, thank you Aunt Fan, you have been a great help."

"Don't mention it." The girl brushed a stray hair from her temple.

After Yang Jinwen and Maozi said goodbye and went downstairs, the girl took Aunt Fan's hand and asked, "Who is he?"

"My first love's son."

"He looks very refined and is tall and well-built."

Aunt Fan sighed: "Yes, he looks just like his father."

After saying that, Aunt Fan looked at the girl and said, "Come on, dance with Auntie."

The girl exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you dancing at a time like this? There's no music."

Aunt Fan grabbed the girl's hands and twirled her body lightly, as if she had returned to the Workers' Cultural Center more than ten years ago.

She recalled the handsome young man who used to dance ballroom dance; how many girls he had captivated back then.

After leaving the house, Yang Jinwen and Maozi immediately headed to the nearest Annan Commercial Bank.

Yang Jinwen covered the two-kilometer distance with just two taps on the gas pedal.

Upon entering, Yang Jinwen went straight to the manager: "Is your Director Yao here?"

"Looking for Director Yao? Who are you?"

"It's the criminal police team in the north of the city. We need to talk to him about something."

The manager frowned: "He's on the second floor. I'll go tell him."

Yang Jinwen said without allowing any further discussion, "No need, just take us there directly."

The manager, seeing his imposing manner, had no choice but to nod.

In an office on the second floor, the manager knocked on the door: "Director Yao, are you there?"

A moment later, a voice came from inside: "Come in."

Yang Jinwen gripped the doorknob, pushed the door open, let Maozi go in first, then stepped in himself, and then closed the door behind him, leaving the manager outside.

The manager was completely bewildered, his mind filled with images of Director Yao being detained. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He quickly went downstairs, as if he had a huge secret hidden in his heart, making him restless and unable to share it with anyone.

Yao Jun, who was sitting in his office chair, was stunned when he saw the two strangers in front of him.

Yang Jinwen walked to his desk and showed him the cover of his identification: "We are from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

He tucked his ID into his pocket: "Your name is Yao Jun?"

“It’s me.” Yao Jun stood up, his brows furrowed.

The Criminal Investigation Detachment is even more powerful than the police station's police officers. They handle special cases and don't usually get involved in anything other than major criminal cases. Yao Jun felt a little uneasy, trying to recall which red line he had crossed.

"Did you treat someone to dinner at the Anan Hotel on the evening of December 9th?"

"Yes, that's true. What happened?" "Who were involved?"

Yao Jun walked around from behind the desk to face Yang Jinwen, but being a head shorter, he could only look up at him: "No, officer, why are you looking for me? What did I do wrong? You need to explain yourself to me first."

"It's nothing to do with you, I just wanted to ask you about some things related to a major criminal case."

Hearing this, Yao Jun's expression softened a bit: "You really have nothing to do with me?"

Yang Jinwen stared intently at him: "So, do you have something to say?"

“Hehe…” Yao Jun immediately waved his hand: “No, I’m just a bank director, a tiny official, what can I do?”

A minor official like him can't afford a meal costing eight hundred yuan... Yang Jinwen wasn't there to cause trouble, so he didn't argue with him. Instead, he asked, "I'll say it again, we're here to understand the situation, not to cause you any trouble. Do you understand?"

Yao Jun took out a cigarette: "I understand, I understand. Here, you two police officers, please have a smoke."

After Yang Jinwen took it, he handed it to Maozi. Maozi, imitating his master, tucked the cigarette behind his ear. He didn't smoke himself, but planned to take it back as a gift for his master.

Yang Jinwen took another cigarette, had Yao Jun light it for him, and said, "Director Yao, December 9th..."

He lit a cigarette. They were all on the same side. Yang Jinwen was at least reasonable. Yao Jun's brows relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face.

He raised his hand and gestured to the sofa next to him.

Yang Jinwen nodded, and after he sat down, Yao Jun asked, "The night of the 9th, right?"

"Yes."

"There were about ten people having dinner with me, all of whom were employees of our bank."

Yang Jinwen held a cigarette in his left hand, took out a pen and notebook: "Who's there?"

After thinking for a moment, Yao Jun replied, "There are ten people in total, eight in our branch and two in the head office."

"name."

Yao Jun licked his lips: "What exactly happened?"

Yang Jinwen said, "I can't tell you now."

“Okay.” Yao Jun patted his knee and recited the names one by one.

"Where are the other seven people from your unit, besides you?"

"It's downstairs, I'm at work."

"Are they all here?"

"Everyone's here, it's not a holiday."

"Didn't you ask for leave?"

"No," Yao Jun shook his head.

Yang Jinwen glanced at the last two names recorded in the notebook and asked, "What is the relationship between Du Licheng and Yu Lan?"

Yao Jun's eyebrows twitched: "Du Licheng is the head of the finance department at the head office, and Yu Lan is his subordinate."

"They have no other relationship?"

"do not know."

Yang Jinwen smiled and said, "Do you not know, or do you simply not want to tell me?"

Yao Jun gave him a knowing look, then said, "I really don't know."

"Okay, why did you invite them to dinner on the night of the 9th?"

"It's just a regular banquet, which can also be considered a farewell dinner for Section Chief Du."

"Seeing him off? Where is he planning to go?"

"Go to the provincial capital to study for a period of time."

"Planning to take the train?"

"Yes."

At this point, the identities of the deceased, number six and number seven, have finally been revealed.

Cat started to get serious and took out its little notebook.

Yang Jinwen continued, "How old is Du Licheng? How tall is he? Is he married?"

"She's in her forties, has a son who's studying at Annan Normal University, and is a little over 1.7 meters tall."

Where is Yu Lan?

"Yu Lan, you're a young lady, about your age."

"Have you been married?"

"We got married the year before last and had our child last year."

Where do these two people live?

Yao Jun shook his head: "I don't know about that, I'm not that familiar with them."

"You just said that Du Licheng went to the provincial capital for training. What time did he take the train?"

"The train is at around 5 a.m. on the 10th, and I need to get to headquarters early in the morning at 5:30 a.m.

"After dinner on the 9th, did Du Licheng go home, or did he go somewhere else?"

Yao Jun chuckled twice: "I don't know about that."

"Did he leave with Yu Lan?"

"That's true."

Do you have Du Licheng and Yu Lan's phone numbers?

"Du Licheng has a mobile phone, while Yu Lan only has a pager."

"Did Yu Lan also go to study with Du Licheng?"

"No, it's just Du Licheng alone."

"Do me a favor and call Du Licheng now."

Yao Jun nodded: "Okay."

He stood up, walked to his desk, picked up the landline receiver, and was about to dial a few numbers.

Yang Jinwen strode forward, suddenly snatched the telephone receiver from his hand, and slammed it heavily onto the landline!
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