lind spot, he seemed to realize that he was on the wrong track, stopped several times, and looked around.

lind spot, he seemed to realize that he was on the wrong track, stopped several times, and looked around.
Deputy Director Ge of the branch lit a cigarette, stared at the monitor and said, “His steps are relatively steady and he seems to be relatively sober.” ”
Both his wife and Huang Jiahui confirmed that he has a good drinking capacity and has no other bad habits. He just likes to drink some wine. .” After watching the video, Han Bo leaned on his chair and thought deeply.
Ge Zhensong was about to say something when a policeman suddenly walked into the conference room.
“Report!”
“Speak.”
“Comrade Chen Shangwu found the taxi driver with the assistance of the Public Transport Branch. Since there was a traffic jam on the night of the incident and business was not good, the driver had some impression of Huang Jiahui and confirmed that he had been delivering Huang Jiahui from the hotel. Jixiang Community. He was worried that it would be difficult to make a U-turn when going to the north gate of the community, so he asked Huang Jiahui to get off
at the Xiangfeng intersection. Huang Jiahui was not very happy and complained to him a few times.” “Have you contacted Huang Jiahui’s roommate?”
“Contact Come on, Comrade Jiang Xiaoming and Comrade Wu Jun are on their way to that girl’s company, and she has to work overtime tonight.”
From the surveillance video, no one was following Wu Cheng on the night of the incident.
If Huang Jiahui has an alibi, and the people she found late last year to help bid for fake auctions are fine, then Wu Cheng’s death may really be an accident or suicide. Various signs indicate that suicide is more likely.
Is this line just broken?
Are the deaths of Wu Cheng and Lu Lu not related?
How can there be such a coincidence in the world? The more Han Bo thought about it, the more strange he felt, and the more confused he became. Suddenly he raised his head and asked: “Xiao Xu, have you figured out the whereabouts of the more than 30 paintings that the deceased sold in Shenzhen?”
“Report to Han Bureau, there is no progress for the time being.”
How could he report to the leader like this? Ge Zhensong turned around and glared at his subordinates: “To be more specific, the investigation of this line started at 4 o’clock in the afternoon and lasted for 4 hours. How could there be no progress? !”
The young policeman was startled and said hurriedly: “Report to Bureau Ge, when Lao Wang and the others arrived at the gallery Huang Jiahui mentioned, it was already closed and off work. Contact the number on the billboard, and the boss said that he was on a business trip out of town. A phone number asked Lao Wang and the others to find the clerk. They finally found the clerk. The clerk confirmed that there was a consignment and that the more than 30 paintings were indeed sold in their gallery. But they were sold during events. Yes, very cheap. Neither the gallery nor the buyer considers those paintings to be works of art, they are sold entirely as decorations.” “The
gallery didn’t keep