The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

The two people opposite him, one of whom was named Bai Xu, was in his early forties, wearing frameless glasses, with his hair neatly combed and his white shirt collar tied up properly.

He was one of Mayor Wang's men. Yesterday afternoon, he received a mysterious package, and shortly after, he received a call from Mayor Wang's secretary, asking him to do a "small thing" today: detain and question Ye Qinghan, the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, for a period of time, delaying it for two or three days.

The secretary didn't give a specific reason, but Bai Xu had worked in the Discipline Inspection Commission for so many years and knew that some things didn't need to be asked too clearly.

As long as we can stall for time, the task is accomplished.

But now, sitting opposite Ye Qinghan, the more he asked, the more he felt that the situation might be more complicated than he had expected.

Bai Xu took out three photos from the file bag and arranged them in order on the table, pushing them over.

The first and second photos are candid shots of Ye Qinghan and Lin Feng having dinner in a teahouse. In the photos, her finger is reaching out to wipe the sauce off Lin Feng's mouth, the posture is intimate, and the two are chatting happily.

The third photo is somewhat blurry, clearly taken in low light conditions. In the back seat of a black car, two figures can be vaguely seen entangled together. The woman has large breasts, exposed to the air, dazzlingly white in the moonlight, but her face is obscured by the car window frame, making her features unclear.

Ye Qinghan's gaze swept over the first two photos without much reaction, but when she saw the gesture of wiping Lin Feng's mouth, her eyebrows twitched slightly.

But when she saw the third photo, her pupils suddenly contracted. Who took this photo?

My heart jumped into my throat.

Lin Feng clearly said he had destroyed everything, so how could this photo still exist? Could it be that the skinny guy who took the photo sent it out before he died? This thought flashed through her mind, and a cold sweat instantly seeped down her back.

But she managed to keep a straight face. Having been a police officer for so many years, she had interrogated at least a hundred suspects in the interrogation room. She knew that the two people sitting opposite her were watching every subtle change in her expression.

Bai Xu was indeed staring at her.

From the moment Ye Qinghan's gaze fell on the third photo, he noticed that her pupils contracted slightly.

Although this reaction lasted for less than half a second, it was enough to excite Bai Xu.

Originally, I just wanted to go through the motions and buy some time, but now it seems that this usually unapproachable female bureau chief is indeed hiding some unspeakable secret.

If they can actually uncover something, it will definitely be a great help to his future career.

"Director Ye, is that you in these three photos? What is your relationship with this man?"

"The person in the first two photos is indeed me. Lin Feng—the man in the photos—he saved my daughter and also saved my life. He was stabbed by a thug and stayed in the hospital for more than half a month. My interactions with him have always been in public, open and aboveboard, there's nothing to hide." Ye Qinghan's voice returned to its usual capable and composed tone.

After saying that, he pointed to the third photo with his finger, "As for this one, the woman's face is not even clear, so it cannot prove that it is me at all. If you can make a judgment about my conduct based on just a few photos, then I can only suspect that you are deliberately interfering with my normal work."

Bai Xu listened without refuting or getting impatient.

Leaning back in his chair and adjusting his glasses, he spoke slowly. "Director Ye, our Discipline Inspection Commission adheres to the principle of seeking truth from facts in handling cases. We will not wrong an innocent person, nor will we let a guilty person go free. Since you have objections to the photos, let's hear about something else."

He reached into the file folder and pulled out another voice recorder, pressing play. After a brief period of static, a man's voice came through the speaker.

His voice was rough, with a slight local accent, and he sounded like he was in his fifties.

"That night, around 11 p.m., I was sleeping on the third floor of that unfinished building. I was woken up by a noise and looked down. There was a car parked below. The car lights were on, and a man and a woman were having sex in the back seat. The woman had big, white breasts. They did it for quite a while. Then suddenly there was a flash of white light, and the man jumped out of the car and chased after them, running very fast. Not long after, the woman also drove away. When I went down to check later, I found blood on the ground, and people were cleaning up the scene. I was scared, so I didn't dare stay any longer. The next day, I heard that the person who took the photos had disappeared."

The recording ends here.

Bai Xu pressed the pause button and looked up at Ye Qinghan. "Director Ye, the female car owner mentioned by this eyewitness has very similar physical characteristics to you. Can you explain where you were that night?"

Ye Qinghan's heart was in turmoil, but her expression remained completely unchanged.

The recording contained almost identical details of what happened that night. The only difference was the type of vehicle the witness saw.

She was driving a black Volkswagen that night, but the recording says she was driving a blue sedan. This means the witness testimony is inaccurate on key details.

The problem is that she can't directly refute this detail, because if she does, it would be tantamount to admitting that she was indeed near the site of the unfinished building that night.

You can't say "I drive a black sedan," because saying that would be like taking the blame upon yourself.

After a moment of silence, he spoke, as if presenting an analysis of a case unrelated to himself. "This eyewitness couldn't even make out the woman's facial features, yet he described other details in such detail. How credible do you think this testimony is? I'll say it again, if you think I'm guilty, produce solid evidence. If all you have are these few blurry photos and an audio recording of unknown origin, I will formally file a complaint with the provincial authorities."

Bai Xu opened his notebook and looked at it for a while, then whispered a few words to his colleague next to him before closing the notebook and saying...

Given that the current evidence is insufficient to establish any disciplinary violations, a detention measure will be taken for further investigation. The detention period is 24 hours. If new evidence is found during this period, a decision will be made on whether to extend the detention period based on the circumstances.

Hearing the words "detained for 24 hours," Ye Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there was no new evidence, they couldn't do anything to her.

What shocked her most now was the authenticity of those photos and the accuracy of the audio recordings. The other party was clearly prepared, but they didn't produce any irrefutable evidence to definitively prove their innocence. This showed that their purpose was to stall her.

She had a general idea of ​​who had reported her, and they wanted to remove her from her position as director of the municipal police bureau, or at least prevent her from using the police force in critical moments.

Lin and the others might be in trouble too!

But there's nothing she can do right now. The more this happens, the less she can afford to panic. She has no idea what's happening outside, and she knows nothing about Lin Feng's situation either.

She could only wait.

Hopefully, nothing bad will happen to Lin Feng, and the Discipline Inspection Commission won't be able to find any more evidence.

Ye Qinghan leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, the man's voice from the recording echoing in her mind.

The account of what happened that night is almost entirely accurate. The only discrepancy is the vehicle color; the car the other person described doesn't match the one she was driving that night.

This is the only loophole she can use to escape, and the only lifeline she can grasp at the moment.

But this person described everything else in such detail, so why did he get the car color wrong?

Something's strange...