Dear Officer Zhuang

Chapter 34 I Remember Him Too Much
In the monitoring room, there were two young guys sitting in front of dozens of monitoring screens.

Wen Mi smiled brightly at them: "Brothers, I am a tenant of Building 12. On the night of the 29th, I dropped something on the lawn in front of Building 12. I haven't found it after searching for a few days. I think Check the surveillance to see if someone accidentally picked it up."

As Wen Mi said, she put the fruit on the table in front of them.

"You usually work hard, eating some fruit is good for your health."

The two boys looked at her, then at the fruit, and then at her.

"Building 12? The one where the fire broke out?" Boy A seemed to be confirming to her.

Wen Mi nodded: "Yes."

"Which house in Building 12 are you a tenant?" Guy B asked her.

Wen Mi snapped, and said casually, "Unit 703."

"Unit 703!" Guy B repeated and exchanged glances with guy A.

"You look unfamiliar! Are you really from Unit 703?" Guy B confirmed.

Wen Mi nodded unambiguously: "Yes."

Guy A said to guy B: "Unit 703 is indeed rented out to a girl, and she lives alone."

On the surface, Wen Mi's expression didn't change, but she was happy in her heart.

She was lucky today, and she casually reported a room number, which happened to be a tenant.

"Why are you so clear?" Boy B asked Boy A.

"Her water pipe broke once, the toilet leaked once, and she asked us to repair it twice. I am so impressed with her." Boy A said.

Wen Mi's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, boy A looked at her: "She doesn't look like this..."

Wen Mi: "..."

Wen Mi sneered, and was about to continue lying, saying that she belonged to unit 703, and that guy A made a mistake.

Before she could make a sound, boy B pointed at the monitor screen and yelled, "Unit 703 [-]——!"

Wen Mi and guy A looked at the monitoring screen at the same time.

On the screen, a young girl with long hair walked to room 703, took out the key and opened the door, and closed the door after entering.

Wen Mi: "..."

Boy A and Boy B turned their heads to stare at Wen Mi at the same time.

Boy A: "Are you really a tenant of our community?"

Guy B: "You don't even remember your room number?"

Wen Mi: "..."

Wen Mi didn't even have a chance to lie, so she was "invited" out of the monitoring room by the two guys.

Before being "invited" out of the monitoring room, Wen Mi did not forget to take away the fruits she brought.

This bag of fruit cost her more than 100 yuan, enough for her to eat for half a month.

Wen Mi returned to the car with the fruit and sighed in frustration.

She knew it was too difficult to watch a surveillance.

The surveillance can't see it, and there is no useful information from Xia Feng's colleagues and friends. How can she confirm Xia Feng's whereabouts on the night of the 29th?
Wen Mi sat in the car, eating the bananas in the fruit bag and thinking hard.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

It was a call from an unknown number.

Wen Mi connected: "Hello?"

"Reporter Wen, I'm Zheng Shilin." Zheng Shilin's faint voice came from the phone.

"Oh. You're looking for me. What's the matter?" Wen Mi was quite surprised.

When she met Zheng Shilin, she gave Zheng Shilin her business card.

"Didn't you ask me when Xia Feng arrived home on the night of May 5th?" Zheng Shilin said.

Wen Mi is slightly happy: "Did you remember something?"

"Yes." Zheng Shilin said: "On the night of the 29th, Xia Feng called me. I just remembered it when I looked in the phone's address book. He called me just after nine o'clock."

"What did he say on the phone?" Wen Mi asked.

"He was probably drunk, didn't say anything, and the only things he said back and forth were those—let me forgive him, he knew he was wrong, he didn't want a divorce, and so on."

Wen Mi waited for Zheng Shilin to continue.

"I listened to the background sound on my mobile phone. He should be in a bar. I know there are only a few bars he frequents."

"Tell me the name of the bar!" Wen Mi cheered up.

"it is good."

Zheng Shilin reported the names of the three bars, and Wen Mi quickly wrote them down with a notebook.

At the end, Zheng Shilin asked: "Why do you want to know where Xia Feng No. 29 went? Didn't Wei Yunjiao die in a fire?"

"Wei Yunjiao died in a fire." Wen Mi said with absolute certainty.

But she only said this one sentence, and she was inconvenient and unable to explain the extra words.

Zheng Shilin seemed to hear the deep meaning in her words, so she didn't ask further.

She said "Oh" and said after deliberation: "If he..."

She paused for a while, and didn't say anything for a long time.

When she spoke again, she said: "Forget it, if he really committed a crime, he can do whatever he wants. You don't need to tell me."

"I thought of something, I'll contact you again." After Zheng Shilin finished speaking, she hung up the phone first.

Wen Mi looked up the addresses of the three bars on the map, and started running one by one according to the distance from near to far.

Wen Mi asked the bartender when she ran to the second bar.

"Tell me about this person," the bartender wiped the wine glass with a towel, while staring at the photo of Xia Feng that Wen Mi showed him.

"I have the impression. On the night of the 29th, he did drink at my house. He just sat there." The bartender nodded his chin to the empty seat in the corner.

"Is he alone?" Wen Mi asked.

"Yes." The bartender wiped one wine glass and changed another: "He was a regular visitor to my house, and I was familiar with him. That day he was nestled in a corner, drank a lot of wine, and then he was talking on the phone Weeping, so I have a deep impression on him."

"When did he leave here?" Wen Mi asked.

"I'm not sure about this." The bartender said: "However, before he left, he asked me to call him a driver. You can ask the driver."

Wen Mi got the driver's contact information from the bartender, and made an appointment with the driver.

"He, I remember him so much!" When the driver saw Xia Feng's photo, his face was full of disgust.

"Driving a Maserati, I thought I was so rich, and kept telling me how expensive his Maserati was, and told me not to scratch his car. I'm getting annoyed to death, and I hate him the most. Kind of a pretentious person.

"It's not me bragging. I've been a surrogate driver for so long. I haven't driven a luxury car before. The real rich rarely emphasize how expensive their cars are. Only the nouveau riche still have a swollen face He seems to be afraid that others will not see how expensive his car is, so he keeps nagging and emphasizing it."

"On the night of the 29th, when did he leave the bar?" Wen Mi asked.

"Not until 09:30." The driver said.

"Where did he ask you to send him?"

Driver: "He asked me to take him to Shuixie Bieyuan. Halfway through the drive, he asked me to turn around and go to Fuxin Jiayuan."

(End of this chapter)