On the second day, An Xiaohai applied for a phone call. At 8 o'clock in the evening, An Xiaohai appeared in the duty room on time.
The phone only rang once, and Pan Zhuangzhuang picked up the phone. After chatting for a few words, An Xiaohai reported a long list of numbers. When there were only a few seconds left to talk, An Xiaohai hung up the phone.
"What does the number you just reported mean?" the police officer on duty asked very vigilantly.
"It's a lottery number."
"Lottery number?" The policeman on duty always felt that there was something wrong, but he didn't know what the problem was. After thinking for a long time with a frown, he waved his hand and sent An Xiaohai away.
The largest number in the lottery number is only over 30, which definitely cannot cover the information An Xiaohai wants to convey, so it must be solved in a special arrangement, which makes the number of numbers much larger.
So many numbers were not the reason why the police officer on duty felt wrong. What really made him feel wrong was that An Xiaohai reported the more than 100 numbers almost without any pause.
It is difficult for ordinary people to do this.
An Xiao had already realized this problem when he was halfway through the poster. It seemed that he would have to pretend to make a small note to write it down next time.
After returning to the ward, An Xiaohai wrote a report and applied to return to the prison cell in two days.
There are less than 20 days left. We must leave here and make some preparations so that we can advance the plan.
Another day passed and it was early morning again. Wang Tiejun appeared in the infirmary and woke up An Xiaohai who was sleeping.
"What's the matter with you? Why are you here again? What do you mean by asking me to get the prison schedule during this period?" Wang Tiejun asked three questions in succession as soon as he sat down.
"To save his life," An Xiaohai replied after adjusting to a comfortable position on the hospital bed.
"Save your life? Please make it clear!"
An Xiaohai smiled slightly and carefully told Wang Tiejun the situation of the attack a few days ago. After hearing this, Wang Tiejun frowned, covered his mouth and thought for a long time, and then looked at An Xiaohai again.
"This is indeed abnormal. I have to find a way to check those two policemen!"
"No, please don't!" An Xiaohai waved his hands quickly:
"Let's not talk about whether you can find out anything. As soon as you investigate them, our relationship will definitely be exposed, and I will definitely be worse than now!"
Wang Tiejun was speechless.
An Xiaohai was right. Any prisoner who had anything to do with Wang Tiejun would never end up well. What's more, he was only the captain of the anti-narcotics brigade and was not qualified to investigate corruption issues within the prison.
"What does this have to do with you asking for a prison schedule?"
"Of course it does matter. First, I want to find out who the two police officers were that day? Second, I need to know their shift schedule. I can't afford to offend them. I'm hiding from the head office, right?"
An Xiaohai lowered his head and said.
An Xiaohai knew that these reasons were very far-fetched, and Wang Tiejun might not help him. He just gave it a try, and if it didn't work, he would think of other methods.
Wang Tiejun stared at An Xiaohai for a long time, then bit his lip, took out a folder from his bag and threw it in front of An Xiaohai.
"Look, I can only look at it, I can't give it to you!"
"Of course you can't give it to me, thank you Captain Wang!"
An Xiaohai quickly picked up the folder and began to read through it. After carefully looking at the shift records on the day he was attacked, An Xiaohai focused on the shift records for the next 20 days or so.
Wang Tiejun remained silent, just staring at An Xiaohai. The young man in front of me is becoming increasingly confused.
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At the same time, private rooms in Paradise Nightclub
Yang Yuanbing was pouring wine for a middle-aged man in his 40s. His expression and movements looked very humble, even humble.
"Han Bureau, this is a good wine that my classmate brought back from a foreign winery, please try it!"
The middle-aged man opposite Yang Yuanbing is Han Jianyong, the deputy director of the Shenhai City Prison Administration Bureau. He is also one of the main people Yang Yuanbing is trying to curry favor with at this stage. The arrangement of An Xiaohai and Liu Jun together was due to his instruction.
Han Jianyong picked up the wine glass and shook it, then brought it closer to his nose and smelled it, then drank it in one gulp.
"Okay! Han Ju has a good drinker! Let me toast Han Ju again!" Yang Yuanbing quickly poured the wine again and raised his glass to drink it down.
"The wines of foreigners are just like this, and they can't keep up with the Xinghua Village in our hometown!" Han Jianyong smacked his lips and said.
"That's right, but ordinary people don't have the huge amount of Korean wine? So I have to drink this low-alcohol foreign wine. I will go to Xishan on a business trip next month, and I will definitely get you a few boxes of authentic apricots by then. Hanamura brings it here."
"Haha, that's great! Come to my house then and let's have a few drinks together!"
"I got what I asked for!" Yang Yuanbing smiled with a smile on his face.
"Xiao Yang, what happened to Liu Jun? Such a big thing happened in your prison. After such a long investigation, is there any result?"
"This..." Yang Yuanbing took a deep breath. He knew that Han Jianyong was not asking about Liu Jun, but An Xiaohai.
"This is quite strange. We have interrogated it many times, but we have never been able to find out who did it."
"What did Liu Jun say himself? He doesn't know?"
"He really didn't know. The murderer covered his head with a blanket before stabbing him. He didn't see who did it.
Liu Jun's left kidney has become necrotic. He just had an operation to remove it a few days ago. He is not yet completely out of danger. His life is probably ruined. "
Yang Yuanbing spoke so carefully just to show that Liu Jun would not lie.
"Are there any suspects?"
"The person most suspected is Wu Guanhai."
"Why him?" Han Jianyong frowned.
Han Jianyong was cautious by nature. Yang Yuanbing was only responsible for arranging the prison cells. He actually arranged for others to do the work. Han Jianyong knew very well that Wu Guanhai was the person responsible for the specific implementation.
Yang Yuanbing did not know this, only Han Jianyong knew it.
"I don't know." Yang Yuanbing shook his head: "We asked Liu Jun who was most likely to have done it, and the person he most suspected was Wu Guanhai."
"Oh, so that's it...couldn't it be someone else? Why can't it be that An Xiaohai?"
"This is unlikely. The forensic doctor has determined that the person who attacked Liu Jun used his right hand. An Xiaohai's right hand was fractured at the time, and he was powerless even if he wanted to do it. Besides, he didn't even know that Liu Jun had a toothbrush hidden under his bed."
"Couldn't he have committed the crime first and then broken his own arm?"
"This...is unlikely..." Yang Yuanbing was a little embarrassed.
If Director Han did this, he would have to have a lot of hatred against An Xiaohai.
"Why is it impossible? You can't be deceived by his appearance! Fighting, injuring people to death, is this an ordinary college student? Don't take it lightly, don't make empiricist mistakes, and must be investigated strictly!"
"Yes, yes, we will definitely investigate strictly."
"Well, that's good. An Xiaohai will be transferred to the First Ward. Isn't he quite honest?"
"I'm quite honest, but something happened recently.
When he went to collect the supplies sent by his family, he got into a fight with someone in the corridor again. His arm was pierced and he was seriously injured! " Yang Yuanbing said while observing Han Jianyong's face.
Yang Yuanbing didn't make it clear, but he knew that Han Jianyong would understand what he meant.
Han Jianyong was promoted from the No. 1 Prison and was very familiar with the situation in the prison. Yang Yuanbing's words were telling him that someone was going to deal with An Xiaohai and almost kill him.
"What else is going on?!"
Han Jianyong was obviously surprised, and Yang Yuanbing was also a little surprised. Didn't you ask someone to do this?
Han Jianyong lit a cigarette and took several puffs before continuing: "You're so careless. What's going on in your prison? You can even let prisoners fight in the corridor! Why wasn't this reported?"
"It's not too late, it should be reported at the end of the month. Bureau Han, I went to the municipal party committee for a meeting and study a while ago, and the municipal party committee seems to be very concerned about An Xiaohai."
"Oh?" Han Jianyong glanced at Yang Yuanbing and said no more.
"Director Han, we are here to relax, so don't talk about work all the time. I heard that a few nice girls have come here recently. Why don't you invite me to come in and have a few drinks with you? I heard that there are also one or two college students. "
"Really?" Han Jianyong's eyes lit up: "You have to see it first! Call me in."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Yang Yuanbing stood up immediately, opened the door and whispered a few words to the waiter at the door. After a while, a group of young girls dressed in cool clothes filed in...