Chapter 4 — Class Leader Sa Net Phap

"City Bureau Crime Team. Vuong Bin, we have some things that we need your cooperation in investigating." He stared at the work card, his pupils dilated clearly visible to the naked eye. "Are you... a police officer?" "Yes." "Are you always a police officer?" "Twelve years." His lips began to tremble. The LV travel bag slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, making a dull sound. "I... this is definitely a misunderstanding... I didn't do anything..." "There was a misunderstanding or not, we'll talk about it later." I nodded towards Station Chief Phuong behind me. Two plainclothes policemen advanced, blocking the left and right sides. Vuong Ban's body began to tremble. He suddenly raised his voice: "Chu Vien! I tell you, you arrested the wrong person! I was just organizing a class reunion! What does the hotel matter have to do with me? That's the hotel's problem!" "In your bank statement, seven sums of money have been transferred to Van Hao Pullman's lobby manager, a total of twenty-three thousand yuan. Do you need to explain a little?"His voice was stuck in his throat. Standing in the middle of the train platform, passengers passing by glanced at him. Vuong Ban's face turned from red to white, then from white to blue. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out. Finally, his knees softened, and his whole body leaned against the wall and slowly slid down. Sit on the ground. The LV travel bag fell to the side, the zipper opened a crack, revealing a few wads of cash and the corner of a passport inside. Prepare to run away thoroughly. I squatted down and looked straight into his eyes. "Vuong Bin, you have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court. Last night's incident at Van Hao Pullman, I advise you to think carefully about how to report." He raised his head and looked at me, his eyes bloodshot. Not red because of regret. It's because of fear and anger at being caught. "Chu Vien... did you know yesterday... you didn't come on purpose? Did you already know? Did you intentionally leave a message in the group not to come, to see my joke?" I stood up, brushing the dust off my knees. "The day you told me I was poor, on the table I had a report of your hotel camera extraction. To be more precise —— when you held this class reunion, I was already investigating. "I just didn't expect that the person being investigated was my classmate." Vuong Ban's whole body stiffened. Police Chief Phuong's men pulled him up from the ground and escorted him out. As he passed me, he turned his head to look at me. That look is very complicated. There's resentment, there's unwillingness, there's regret, but most of all —— An unbelievable "why does it have to be you" kind of thing. That's right, why does it have to be me? The person he scolded for being poor happened to be the eye that was staring at him.——【Chapter 3】 When Vuong Bin was taken back to the team's interrogation room, it was already past six o'clock in the evening. I changed into my work uniform, made a cup of tea, and sat in the observation room outside the interrogation room. According to regulations, if the suspect and the investigator in charge have a relationship of interest, they must avoid them. Vuong Bin is my college classmate, so in theory I should hand over this case. But Lao Ha - Team Leader said one thing: "Don't rush to avoid him, the pre-production work is all done by you, you understand the situation best. Just let Ly Chi interrogate first, you listen outside, if there is any problem, remind him." I nodded. In the interrogation room, Ly Chi sat opposite Vuong Ban. Vuong Bin's mental state was a little better than when he was at the train station - at least he wasn't shaking anymore. He even regained a bit of the prestige of a "senior director of a listed company with millions of yuan in income", sitting up straight, his chin slightly raised. But the fingers under the table kept twisting. "Vuong Bin, dad

Twenty-nine years old, Marketing Director of Van Trach Tu Capital, right?” Ly Chi turned over the file. "Yes." "You organized a party at the Van Hao Pullman Hotel on the evening of June 17, what was the purpose?" "Class reunion. We haven't seen each other for fifteen years, we've been in touch." "So since March, you've transferred seven times to lobby manager Tran Cuong for a total of twenty-three thousand, why?" Vuong Bin paused for a moment. "I often invite guests there, give him some money for tea and water, so he can help me arrange a VIP room and a little better wine. It's a business transaction, you understand." "Twenty-thirty thousand tea and drinks, just to reserve a VIP room?" "It's a high-class business." Ly Chi smiled faintly: "Okay. So, Tran Cuong said in his testimony that he assigned the six women sitting positions, and also requested that when toasting the buttocks, they must be treated 'specially' with their wine. How do you explain this?” Vuong Ban's eyelids twitched. "He said nonsense." "The bartender said the same thing. The statements of the two people were identical." "They colluded to testify falsely!" "They were detained in different locations and the records were taken two hours apart. Do you need me to put the minutes in front of you for comparison?" Vuong Ban closed his mouth. There was silence for about thirty seconds.