“Yo…” Cheng Ye’s words got stuck in his throat for a moment. He watched Pei Qinghuai nod and then leave. Cheng Ye moved his face slightly, occasionally letting out a snorting sound.
“Solving cases by guessing? …Since when can you solve cases by guessing?…”
But when his gaze fell on the information Zhang Yibao had handed him earlier, his facial muscles froze for a moment before returning to their usual calm. He looked dazedly at the corridor Pei Qinghuai had just walked down.
According to the information Zhang Yibao provided, Chen Fei had no alibi for the morning of June 2nd near the shopping mall in the university town, but she obviously knew Tian Mingwei. Why did she lie? He had questioned her for a long time without any result, and he couldn’t convict her. Yet Pei Qinghuai ended it all with a guess.
A coincidence, it must be a coincidence. Cheng Ye clenched the information Zhang Yibao handed him and walked towards the office area.
“Erbao, let her go.”
Zhang Yibao stood up, “Okay.” He had only taken a few steps when Cheng Ye called him back, “Have you investigated the loan shark I asked you to? Any leads?”
Zhang Yibao suddenly realized and nodded, “Oh! I investigated. It’s a guy named Wang Gang. Apart from lending money at high interest rates, he has no criminal suspicions. By the way, he also knows Chen Li.”
Cheng Ye raised an eyebrow, “Find some people to bring him back to the station, give him some ideological education, and ask if he was involved in beating Tian Mingwei.”
Zhang Yibao: “Yes!”
Cheng Ye glanced at the office area. Everyone else was busy with their tasks. After double-checking, he looked at Jiang Fei, “Where’s Pei Qinghuai?”
Jiang Fei sniffled and craned his neck to look ahead, “He went into the meeting room and hasn’t come out yet.”
“Got a cold?” Cheng Ye glanced at the cold medicine on Fang Yuan’s desk.
Jiang Fei chuckled sheepishly and quickly pocketed the cold medicine, “Just a minor issue.”
Cheng Ye looked back at the meeting room, then sidestepped to the water dispenser, poured a cup of hot water, and placed it on Jiang Fei’s desk, “Get well soon, don’t let it affect the case.”
With that, he turned and walked towards the meeting room, leaving Jiang Fei shouting behind him, “Got it, Captain Cheng!”
The meeting room was pitch dark, and the air conditioning was set extremely low. Cheng Ye couldn’t help but sneeze as soon as he entered. He frowned, grabbed the air conditioner remote, turned it off, and said, “If you want to go to the Arctic, I can buy you a ticket anytime. No need to suffer like this.”
Pei Qinghuai slightly raised his head to look at Cheng Ye and asked, “Do you need something?”
Cheng Ye cleared his throat, leaned against the table with his arms crossed, “No.”
“If it’s nothing, then please leave, Captain Cheng. I’m thinking.” Pei Qinghuai said calmly.
This statement just hit Cheng Ye’s nerve. He immediately pulled out a chair, sat down heavily, and knocked his legs on the table, “Your words remind me, I have something to think about too. I’ll think with you.”
Pei Qinghuai’s eyebrows twitched, he sighed, took the air conditioner remote from the table, and turned it back on. Cheng Ye, sitting right under the vent, shivered as the ‘high temperature’ of sixteen degrees Celsius blew directly on him.
Of course, Cheng Ye wasn’t one to admit defeat easily. If this stick-thin guy next to him didn’t complain about the cold, why should he?