Song Ye did not say the person he was thinking about.
Because this person was too unrelated. The reason why Song Ye thought of him was only because the image of that person flashed through his mind when he talked about hatred.
Seeing that Song Ye did not speak, Han Jun naturally did not ask further.
Now that Song Ye had deduced most of the case, there were only two last links left.
The first was to find the real murderer, and the second was to find evidence of the murderer's murder 25 years ago.
The last step was definitely the most difficult step in the entire case. However, before the first step was cleared, there would never be a second step.
"How about this, Captain Han? Summon Lai Pei's relatives for questioning and try to remind them of what happened 25 years ago. I'm going to look for some old prisoners in the prison. I learned a lot of information from them.”
Song Ye directly avoided the topic of who the murderer was. Han Jun agreed and hung up the phone.
Song Ye took his phone and opened the door. He shouted into the corridor,"Brother prison guard!"
At this moment, a warning came. He smiled and asked,"Mr. Song, what's the matter?"
"I want to go and see the old convicts who were sitting with me at breakfast this morning.”
Although the prison guard did not understand what Song Ye wanted to do, he still nodded and said,"Alright, Mr. Song. Follow me.”
Now, almost all of Song Ye's requests were granted in the prison.
The prison guard brought Song Ye all the way to the door of Cell 112. When the door opened, all the prisoners inside looked over.
When two or three white-haired old prisoners saw Song Ye, they could not help but roll their eyes.
However, what surprised Song Ye even more was that Gou Luo, who was in the mood to clean up that day, was also in cell 112.
Looking at the pale Gou Luo in the prison cell, who would cry out in pain from time to time, Song Ye couldn't help but ask,"Brother prison guard, what happened to him?”
"Mr. Song, have you forgotten? That day when they were on the lookout, this guy suddenly did something and that place exploded.”
"F * ck, that place exploded and you're still alive?”
"Heh, this kind of person deserves to die, but it's fine to let him suffer some torture. It's just a waste of our prison hospital's medicine.”
Song Ye nodded seriously. When the old prisoners saw that Song Ye and the prison guard were calling each other brothers, their eyes naturally became more worried.
"Mr. Song has something to ask you guys. Cooperate well and say whatever you know.”The prison guard reminded them coldly, and the prisoners quickly agreed.
After the prison guard left, a few old prisoners quickly took out a few loose cigarettes from under the bed pillow and smiled.
"Little brother, do you have something to tell us again?”
"I thought of something and wanted to ask you guys. Are you guys feeling well today?”Song Ye greeted him with a smile.
The old prisoners nodded repeatedly.”
"Then you guys didn't bully Brother Exploding, right?”Song Ye pointed at Gou Luo, who was still screaming in pain on the bed.
"No, of course not! Although everyone is a criminal, we look down on that bastard the most. Even if he dies, he's still a piece of trash in the dirty land!”
The few of them cursed repeatedly, and tears fell from Gou Luo's eyes as he lay on the bed.
Song Ye did not waste any more time. He found a clean place to sit down and asked seriously,"I talked to you guys this morning. Everyone talked about the antique dealer, right?”
"Yes, yes, yes. Little brother has a good memory. You even remember what happened this morning!”
This flattery made Song Ye feel awkward.
Fortunately, another old prisoner reacted quickly and said,"What nonsense are you all talking about? You're still calling me little brother? Didn't he see that even the disciplinary officer called him Mr. Song?”
"Yes, yes, yes. Mr. Song, if you have any questions, just ask us.”
"Okay, I want to ask you about this person, Lai Pei.”
Hearing this, the others frowned and said,"Laipei?"
"That's right. He was one of the three richest antique dealers in Jiang Prefecture in the 1990s. It's said that they have dozens of branches in the country. Do you remember?”
"Oh, so it's him. We know that. But Boss Lai died a long time ago, didn't he? It was said that he had made enemies in a foreign country and was stabbed to death and thrown into the river.”
"I remember now. I heard that when Boss Lai was fished out, all the meat on his body was eaten by the fish except for his head!”
"Tragic, it's really a tragic sight!”
The few old prisoners kept talking. Song Ye nodded and said,"Then do you remember Lai Pei donating to the Jiangzhou Museum?”
"You even know this? As an old man in Jiang Prefecture, there aren't many who don't remember it.”
"Yes, it was a sensation back then. It was said that a professor from Jiangzhou University had approached him. Boss Lai said that it was worth it to donate money to the cultural and heritage projects in Jiangzhou, so he donated a few million!”
"Tsk tsk tsk, speaking of which, we can be considered to have seen money before. However, in the 1990s, there were not many people who could take out a few million yuan.”
"Yes, at that time, there were even cents on the bill. A few million was simply unimaginable.”
Song Ye looked at the old prisoners and asked,""Then do you think Lai Pei really wants to contribute to Jiangzhou's culture and cultural relics?”
The few economic criminals looked at each other and then sneered.
"Contribution? Stop fooling around. Such words are for fools to hear. If there's no conspiracy behind this, I won't believe it even if I'm beaten to death!”
"Yeah, they're not young people who are new to the industry. Everyone knows a little about the ways of 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 opened his mouth, the others hurriedly said,"Yes, yes, yes. Old Feng has been in contact with some antique dealers before.”
"What rumors have you heard?"
"At that time, Lai Pei probably had an agreement with the founders of the museum. Although I don't know what the agreement was, it should be related to business. I remember back in the 1990s, the owner of the Elegant Pavilion told me that when the museum came looking for him, he was reluctant to give him a token of ten to twenty thousand yuan.”
"But later, Lai Pei took out five million yuan and the museum was built. At that time, many people laughed at Lai Pei, but no one expected Lai Pei to become rich in an instant. The money he earned was at least several times more.”
"How did he earn it?" Song Ye asked again.
The old prisoner shook his head and said,""I'm not sure about that. I only know that people who make antiques not only need goods, but also customers. At that time, He Shengxuan was very famous. The professor at Jiangzhou University had a lot of connections. He might have introduced him to a few wealthy businessmen and sold several treasures at sky-high prices.”
"However, He Shengxuan rose quickly and fell quickly in the end. Ever since Lai Pei of He Sheng Xuan died, the entire He Sheng Xuan quickly closed down.”
"Oh? Logically speaking, a dying camel was still bigger than a horse. How could the dozens of branches of He Sheng Xuan close down so quickly?”
Song Ye asked. The old prisoner smiled and said,"How would I know? I just heard that he and Shengxuan made a counterfeit and sold it to someone. I think maybe he was killed overseas because of the counterfeit!”
"Counterfeit? Wasn't Lai Pei killed overseas because of stone gambling?”
"Mr. Song, haven't you heard of the idiom 'killing someone with a borrowed knife'?!”
The old prisoner said as he looked at Song Ye with a smile.
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