Dear Officer Zhuang

Chapter 222 Did She Guess Wrong?
Wen Mi went back to the company first.

When he was about to get off work at night, Wen Xingyin called her and said that he had made arrangements, and now he could go to the prison to see Yue Zheng.

Wen Mi left work early and drove to the prison in the suburbs.

Wen Xingyin arrived a few minutes before her, and was already waiting for her at the gate of the prison.

Wen Mi and Wen Xingyin went to prison together.

Under Wen Xingyin's arrangement, she met Yue Zheng smoothly.

Wearing handcuffs and ankles, Yue Zheng sat down at the other end of the glass in the interview room.

He looked very decadent, without any energy, as if he had completely given up on this lifeless life, and he didn't care what happened to the days to come.

His life was indeed over when he was caught as the murderer of Wei Yuemei and the serial murderer.

Parents, relatives, friends, and colleagues all believed that he was the murderer in front of the so-called "iron evidence".

His parents broke down and cried out why he did such an outrageous thing, his relatives spurned him, his friends and colleagues stayed away from him, and no one doubted for a moment whether he was not the murderer.

When he was informed by the prison warden that someone wanted to see him, he didn't feel the slightest wave of emotion.

When he was led into the interview room and found that he didn't recognize the man or woman sitting on the other side of the glass, he didn't have any doubts or curiosity.

He sat on the chair like a walking dead, with his head lowered, without even looking at Wen Mi and Wen Xingyin.

After the prison guard closed the door of the interview room and went out, Wen Xingyin signaled with his eyes that Wen Mi could start.

"Yue Zheng, hello, I'm Wen Mi, a reporter from Zhenzhi News Agency. I have some questions, and I want to talk to you." Wen Mi said.

Yue Zheng didn't respond at all, as if he didn't hear Wen Mi's words.

Wen Mi continued: "Do you know Yue Qingyue?"

Yue Zheng still didn't respond.

Just when Wen Mi and Wen Xingyin thought that Yue Zheng had no intention of answering their questions, Yue Zheng opened his mouth without changing his posture.

"know."

Wen Mi's eyebrows brightened, and she continued to ask without changing her expression: "How did you and Yue Qingyue know each other?"

"I met at work." Yue Zheng said weakly.

"Do you have a good relationship in private?"

"good."

"Privately, is it Yue Qingyue who you took the initiative to contact, or Yue Qingyue who took the initiative to contact you?"

Wen Mi originally wanted to ask whether it was Yue Qingyue's initiative or Yue Zheng's that Yue Zheng and Yue Qingyue could develop their relationship from work to personal relationship.

But Yue Zheng didn't seem to understand Wen Mi's question, he didn't speak, nor did he respond.

Wen Mi changed the question and said, "Does Yue Qingyue know that you like Wei Yuemei?"

Hearing Wei Yuemei's name, Yue Zheng, who had always been loveless, finally reacted.

He raised his head and looked at Wen Mi with a pair of dark eyes.

"Who are you? Why are you asking me these questions?"

Wen Mi smiled and said with a good temper: "I am Wen Mi, a reporter from Zhenzhi News Agency, and I am writing a press release on Wei Yuemei's case."

Yue Zheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly shouted emotionally.

"I didn't kill Wei Yuemei! I'm not the serial murderer! Reporter friend, you have to defend me! I'm not a murderer, not a murderer!"

"What are you shouting about!" The prison guard guarding outside the reception hall heard the shouting, opened the door and came in to scold.

Yue Zheng shrank his neck and closed his mouth, but his face flushed with excitement was full of silent cries of "I'm not a murderer! You want to avenge me!"

Wen Xingyin winked at the prison guards and signaled them to go out.

Seeing this, the prison guard closed the door and went out.

"If I find any new clues while covering Wei Yuemei's case, I will report them to the police at the same time." Wen Mi said: "So, if you can tell me everything you know, it might be helpful to yourself. "

Wen Mi didn't dare to boast, if they couldn't find evidence that Yue Zheng was not the murderer, and Yue Zheng's hope was in vain but then failed, Yue Zheng might be even more desperate.

She could only speak so cautiously.

As if he had caught the only straw, Yue Zheng kept nodding his head and said, "I will tell you everything I know, reporter friend, you must help me prove my innocence!"

Wen Mi nodded, and repeated the previous question: "Does Yue Qingyue know that you like Wei Yuemei?"

This time, Yue Zheng cooperated very well.

He quickly replied: "Yes!"

"Did you tell him that?"

Yue Zheng: "Yes. Once he helped me at work, and I invited him to dinner. The restaurant where Wei Yuemei worked was the restaurant where Wei Yuemei worked. Yue Zheng saw that I kept sneaking at Wei Yuemei, so he asked me if I was paying attention to Wei Yuemei. Interesting, I admit it."

Wen Mi thought about it.

So, Yue Qingyue met Wei Yuemei after Yue Zheng met Wei Yuemei?
She also thought that if Yue Qingyue was really the murderer, then Yue Qingyue should have first targeted Wei Yuemei, and then met Yue Zheng, the scapegoat.

Did she guess wrong?
"After you admitted that you were interested in Wei Yuemei, what was Yue Qingyue's reaction?" Wen Mi asked.

"No response," Yue Zheng said, "But after that, Yue Qingyue taught me how to chase Wei Yuemei."

Wen Mi looked slightly stagnant: "Since when did Yue Qingyue teach you to chase after Wei Yuemei?"

Yue Zheng thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't remember the exact time, probably a few weeks after I invited him to dinner."

"How did he teach you to chase Wei Yuemei?" Wen Mi asked.

"He said that women just want to chase. As long as you chase them carefully, after a long time, a woman who was not interested in you will gradually become interested in you. He asked me to pay more attention to Wei Yuemei and go to the community where Wei Yuemei lives to pick her up for work. Surprise her, and buy her things frequently, if you can't afford expensive ones, you can buy daily necessities, snacks, etc. In short, let Wei Yuemei feel that I care about her." Yue Zheng said.

"Oh, that's right," Yue Zheng thought again: "My car is a cheap second-hand car. After Yue Qingyue found out, he lent me his car to drive. He said that women care about saving face, so I will drive a more expensive car to pick them up. Wei Yuemei's commuting to and from get off work and delivering things to Wei Yuemei will make Wei Yuemei's face brighter."

"Then after you drove Wei Yuemei to and from get off work in a more expensive car and delivered her things, did she treat you better?" Wen Mi asked.

Yue Zheng laughed at himself and said: "No. Although she will accept the things I give her and agrees that I will send her to and from get off work, but she doesn't look good on me, let alone like it."

"Since you've done so much and she doesn't look good on you, why do you insist?" Wen Mi said.

Yue Zheng smiled wryly: "Because I really like her, but she doesn't like me."

Wen Mi's eyes darkened slightly, she thought for a moment, and asked, "Is it also because Yue Qingyue has been encouraging you to persevere?"

(End of this chapter)