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

Zhou Jianguo picked up the document and glanced at it, his face darkening. The wording of the document was impeccable, all the necessary stamps were affixed, and there was no room for procedural obstruction.

He looked at Bai Xu, wanting to say something, but ultimately put the document back on the table.

When the discipline inspection commission wants to take people away, the local public security bureau can't stop them; this is a rule within the system.

He could only watch as two members of the Discipline Inspection Commission entered the interrogation room, lifted Lin Feng from his chair, and carried him out, one on each side.

As Lin Feng was led out of the interrogation room, he glanced back at Zhou Jianguo. His gaze was calm, as if to say, "Don't worry, I know what happened." Zhou Jianguo stood at the office door, watching his figure disappear at the end of the corridor, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

This young man saved Ye Qinghan's life, but now he's locked up in the disciplinary committee's detention room. And he can only stand here, unable to do anything.

Then I went to report the unexpected situation to Director Shen, hoping that he could mediate the matter.

Zhou Jianguo stood in the corridor of the municipal bureau building, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold, looking out at the gray sky.

So much has happened since this morning that even this veteran criminal investigator, who has worked in the public security system for over twenty years, feels a bit overwhelmed.

A murder occurred at Shuntong Logistics; drugs were found in the truck. Lin Feng, as the legal representative, was taken to the police station. Shortly after, news arrived that Ye Qinghan had been taken away by the disciplinary committee.

He refused to believe that the two events happening on the same morning were just a coincidence.

He stood in the corridor for a moment with his teacup in his hand, then turned and went back to his office.

After closing the door, I picked up the landline on the table, dialed a number, and it was answered after two rings.

Shen Ping's deep voice came from the other end of the phone. Zhou Jianguo gave a brief report on the current situation and then added, "Director Shen, Director Ye has been taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission, and Lin Feng has also been brought back to the bureau. These two things are happening too close together; I think there's a problem."

Shen Ping was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then said, "You don't need to worry too much about Qinghan. As long as she hasn't committed any crimes and the Discipline Inspection Commission can't produce solid evidence, she'll have to be released when her detention period ends. As for Lin Feng, you personally oversee the interrogation process. Everything must be based on actual evidence. We can't let anyone be wronged in there."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jianguo straightened the collar of his police uniform and walked into the interrogation room.

The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room were blinding. Lin Feng sat in a chair at the back, with an untouched glass of water on the table in front of him.

He was still wearing the same dark gray T-shirt he wore during his morning run. His expression was calm, without any panic or anger. He only slightly raised his head when Zhou Jianguo came in.

Zhou Jianguo walked over to the two young police officers in charge of the interrogation, and they stood up and called out, "Director Zhou."

He nodded, pulled out a chair next to him, sat down, and looked into Lin Feng's eyes, saying, "Lin Feng, Director Ye is unavailable today, so I will personally oversee your case. During the interrogation, you must rely solely on actual evidence and avoid any arbitrary guidance or subjective assumptions." He then gestured for the two officers to continue.

Lin Feng frowned slightly when he heard the words "Director Ye is not here." Ye Qinghan was not at the bureau—this matched up with her phone being switched off that morning.

He was brought here because of the Shuntong Logistics matter, so why was Ye Qinghan taken away? Was it because of what happened last time or something else? He felt a little uneasy, but he didn't show it on his face.

The interrogation officially began.

The presiding police officer first asked Liu Wei about his basic information.

Lin Feng told the truth that Liu Wei was a newly recruited driver who had been with the company for less than a month. He had been hired through normal recruitment channels and had a formal labor contract and social security records.

On the night of the incident, Liu Wei was not scheduled to drive; his shift was on rest day. He didn't know why the truck was parked in the southwest corner or why the keys were left in the vehicle.

Another officer pressed for details about the drugs.

Lin Feng said that all of Shuntong Logistics' freight vehicles have GPS positioning and driving records, and each trip has a dispatch record and a customer's signature.

The truck's GPS track and dispatch records for that day can be retrieved and checked. I don't recall him arranging this transport, and I don't know why there were drugs on the truck. Moreover, the company has rarely run the cold chain route recently.

His answers were clear and logical, addressing each question precisely without evasion or excessive explanation.

The two officers exchanged a glance and made a few notes in their notebooks.

Meanwhile, similar questioning was taking place in several interrogation rooms next door.

Old Qian sat in the interrogation chair, his work uniform collar still askew. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he told the interrogator, "President Lin has been incredibly good to us. Before, they'd cut our fuel allowances and prevent us from using company vehicles for personal purposes. After President Lin came, he banned all of that, gave us raises, and signed formal contracts. How could he possibly let anyone smuggle drugs? Wouldn't that be shooting himself in the foot?"

In another interrogation room, a young driver who shared a dormitory with Liu Wei provided new clues.

He said Liu Wei was indeed short of money recently. He had lost hundreds of thousands of yuan in the stock market and his credit card was overdue for several months. He was being harassed by bank collection calls every day.

Just two days ago, Liu Wei let slip while drinking that he had landed a big order that would earn him 200,000 yuan.

At the time, everyone thought he was bragging and didn't take it seriously. The driver also provided a crucial piece of information—Liu Wei didn't use drugs and hated them because his older brother had died from drug use.

This clue began to change the course of the case. Zhou Jianguo pieced together the information from several interrogation rooms, creating a rough outline in his mind: Liu Wei, having lost money in the stock market, urgently needed cash. Someone hired him to transport a shipment in a company vehicle, promising him 200,000 yuan. He accepted the job, unaware that he was transporting drugs. After the goods were delivered to the parking lot, the employer sent someone to kill him to silence him, taking the money and his phone.

This is a classic case of murder to cover up a crime and frame someone—using Liu Wei's death and the drugs in the truck to destroy Lin Feng and Shuntong Logistics in one fell swoop.

However, these are all inferences, without direct evidence. Liu Wei's phone was not found, nor was the 200,000 yuan in cash. No valid fingerprints were found on the murder weapon, the steel wire, at the scene.

The parking lot's security cameras were deliberately sabotaged at night, and the data on the hard drive was physically destroyed. The perpetrator's methods were highly professional, leaving almost no clues directly pointing to the culprit.

Zhou Jianguo went through the situation in his mind and decided to release the other unrelated personnel first, and to temporarily suspend Shuntong Logistics to cooperate with the investigation.

However, Lin Feng, as the legal representative, could not be released; the detention procedure had to be completed. He had just signed the temporary detention papers when there was a knock on his office door.

Two men in dark suits entered, wearing disciplinary committee badges pinned to their collars. The one in the lead, in his early forties, wore frameless glasses, his hair was neatly combed, and his white shirt was buttoned up tightly.

He took out the documents and placed them on his desk, his tone businesslike. "Director Zhou, Lin Feng is suspected of a murder case, and we need to take him away for questioning. These are the proper procedures; please cooperate."