Solving a Case: I Beg You, Get Out of Prison!

Song Ye didn't tell the person he thought of in his heart.

Because this person is so unrelated, Song Ye thought of him only because he flashed that person's picture in his mind when he talked about hatred.

When Han Jun saw that Song Ye didn't speak, he naturally wouldn't ask any more questions.

Now that the case has been deduced by Song Ye, only the last two links remain.

One is to find the real murderer, and the other is to find evidence that the murderer killed 25 years ago.

The last link must be the hardest in the entire case, but the second link will never be the turn until the first link is checked.

"Let’s go to the Korean team, now you call Lai Pei’s relatives for inquiries, and try to remind them of what happened 25 years ago. I’m going to find some old prisoners in the prison. I have a lot of information from those old men. It was from the prisoner's mouth."

Song Ye directly bypassed the topic of who the murderer was, and Han Jun hung up the phone after answering.

Song Ye took the phone and opened the door, and shouted into the corridor, "Brother prison guard!"

At this time, an early warning came over, and he smiled and asked, "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Song?"

"I want to find the old prisoners who were sitting with me at breakfast today."

Although the prison guard did not understand what Song Ye was going to do, he nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Song, come with me."

Now the prison has almost agreed to Song Ye's request.

The prison guard took Song Ye all the way to the door of the cell, and all the prisoners who were closed inside the door looked over.

When two or three gray-haired old prisoners saw Song Ye, they couldn't help but roll their eyes.

But what surprised Song Ye even more was that Goluo, who was so excited that day, was also in the cell.

Seeing the pale in the cell and calling out Gouro, who was hurting from time to time, Song Ye couldn't help asking, "Brother prison guard, what's wrong with him?"

"Mr. Song forgot? When the wind went out that day, this guy suddenly didn't know what he was doing, and the place suddenly exploded."

"Damn, that place is not dead even after it exploded?"

"Oh, this kind of person is more than guilty, but it's okay for him to suffer some torture. It's a bit of a waste of our prison hospital medicine."

Song Ye nodded seriously, the old prisoners watched Song Ye and the prison guard call each other brothers, and naturally they became more worried in their eyes.

"Mr. Song has something to ask you a few, and they are all cooperating well, and say what you know." The prison guard gave a cold reminder, and the prisoners said yes.

After the prison guards went out, several old prisoners hurriedly took out a few scattered cigarettes from under the pillows of the bed, and said with a smile:

"Little brother, are you looking for us again?"

"I want to ask you some things, how many of you feel okay today?" Song Ye said hello with a smile.

The old prisoners nodded again and again: "Okay."

"Then you didn't bully this bomber buddy?" Song Ye pointed to Gouro who was still crying pain on the bed.

"No, nothing happened! Although the big guys are all prisoners, the thing we look down on most is the bastard stuff. Even if he is dead, he is the rubbish of the dirty land!"

Several people scolded, tears from Gouro lying on the bed fell.

Song Ye didn't waste any more time, found a clean place to sit down, and seriously asked: "I talked to a few people in the morning. The big guy talked about antique dealers, right?"

"Yes, yes, my little brother has such a good memory, he even remembers things in the morning!"

Song Ye was embarrassed by this flattery.

Fortunately, another old prisoner reacted quickly and quickly said, "What are you talking about nonsense, you are still called little brother? Didn't you see that even the guards call him Mr. Song?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Song, just ask us if you have anything."

"Okay, I want to inquire about Lai Pei with you."

With this, everyone else frowned and said, "Lai Pei?"

"Yes, one of the three richest antique dealers in Jiangzhou in the 1990s. It is said that their Heshengxuan has dozens of branches across the country, do you remember?"

"Oh, it was him originally, we know that. But boss Lai seems to have died a long time ago? It is said that he got an enemy in a foreign country and was stabbed to death and thrown into the river."

"I also remembered. It is said that when Boss Lai was picked up, all but his head was eaten by fish!"

"It's miserable, it's really unbearable!"

Several old prisoners said repeatedly, Song Ye nodded and said: "Then do you remember Lai Pei's donation to Jiangzhou Museum back then?"

"You all know this. As an old man in Jiangzhou, there are not many people who don't remember it."

"Yes, it was a sensation at the time. It is said that a professor from Jiangzhou University found him. Boss Lai said that no matter how much money is donated for Jiangzhou's cultural and cultural relics, it is worthwhile, so he donated several hundred at once. ten thousand!"

"Tsk tusk tusk, speaking of it, we can be regarded as people who have seen money. But in the 1990s, there were really few people who could spend millions of dollars."

"Yes, at that time, there were even pennies on the tickets. With millions of dollars, I can hardly even think about it."

Song Ye glanced at the old prisoners and asked, "Do you think Lai Pei really wants to contribute to Jiangzhou's cultural and cultural relics?"

After a few economic crimes, you look at me and I look at you, and then the old man sneered cunningly.

"Contribute? Don't make trouble. This is all for fools. If there is no conspiracy, I won't believe it!"

"Yes, none of them are fledgling young people. Everyone knows a little bit about the ways in this society."

"Then do you know the details?" Song Ye asked.

One of the old prisoners hesitated and said, "I have heard some rumors."

As soon as he spoke, others quickly said, "Yes, yes, Lao Feng has also contacted some antique dealers before, he should know."

"What rumors have you heard?"

"At that time, Lai Pei should have made an agreement with the promoters of the museum. Although I don't know what was agreed, it should have something to do with the business. I remember that in the past nine years, the owner of Qing Ya Ge told me that the museum was originally a museum. The people who were looking for him, he was not willing to only give ten to twenty thousand yuan symbolically."

"But then Lai Pei took 5 million out and the museum was built. At that time, many people laughed at Lai Pei, but no one thought that Lai Pei would post it all at once, and the money he earned was at least several times that of it."

"How did he earn it?" Song Ye asked again.

The old prisoner shook his head and said, "I don't know this. I only know that their antique dealers need not only goods, but also customers. At that time, He Shengxuan was very famous, Jiangzhou University The professor here is very well-connected. He may have introduced a few wealthy merchants to him and sold several high-priced treasures."

"However, He Shengxuan has made rapid progress, and he will soon fall. Since He Shengxuan's Lai Pei died, the whole He Shengxuan has quickly closed down."

"Oh? It stands to reason that the camel that died was bigger than the horse. How could He Shengxuan's dozens of branches quickly close?"

Song Ye asked, the old prisoner smiled and said: "Where do I know, I just heard that during that period of time I had a counterfeit sale with Sheng Xuan, I think maybe he was killed abroad because of the counterfeit!"

"Counterfeit? Didn't it mean that Lai Pei was killed because he was gambling on rocks abroad?"

"Mr. Song hasn't heard the idiom of borrowing a knife to kill someone?!"

The old prisoner said, looking at Song Ye with a smile.

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