Orthopedics Department of a hospital in Quancheng City.

After Song Qingyuan was sent to the hospital, he underwent an X-ray examination immediately.

As he expected, his leg and wrist were broken, though not seriously.

But even so, he could only rest in bed and was temporarily unable to walk.

"Boss Li, you bastard, you grandson of a bitch, you villain!"

Lying on the hospital bed, Song Qingyuan stared at the ceiling with empty eyes and cursed viciously in his heart.

He really didn't expect that Mr. Li would be so insidious!

The very next day after he was hospitalized, two police officers from the police station appeared at the door of the ward.

The moment he saw the investigators, Song Qingyuan felt a pang in his heart.

He pretended to be calm and sat up, smiling at the investigators.

"What's wrong? Is there any big problem?" The case officer asked in a kind and concerned tone.

"They hit me too hard. My ankle was broken." Song Qingyuan looked aggrieved.

"It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. Just recuperate in the hospital. As for the medical expenses, lost wages, etc., the person who hit you will bear them. You don't have to worry too much about that."

Song Qingyuan was shocked, "The person... was caught?"

"not yet."

Song Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

However, the investigators' next words immediately made him lose his composure.

"Don't worry, the attackers will be caught soon. Someone has taken their frontal photos."

"By the way, we are here today to investigate the entire case with you."

A case officer wearing glasses took a stool and sat beside Song Qingyuan's bed, took out a folder from his bag and opened it.

"Since you have difficulty moving, we will just take a simple note in the ward and ask you to describe what happened in detail."

The man with glasses spread out a pen and paper and asked, "How did these people target your 200,000 yuan?"

When it comes to money, Song Qingyuan becomes inexplicably nervous.

He was afraid that the police would ask too many detailed questions and thus discover the stolen money of unknown origin.

Song Qingyuan gave a brief answer, and the case officer suddenly asked:

"By the way, which bank did you withdraw the money from?"

"Bank?" Song Qingyuan scratched his head and faltered, "Oh... yes, the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China on Guangchang Middle Road..."

Watching the investigators carefully recording the bank's information, Song Qingyuan became increasingly nervous...

"Is this business done over the counter?"

"Yes."

"What time is the withdrawal time?"

"About... ten o'clock in the morning."

"What are you going to do with such a large sum of money?" The investigator raised his eyes, looked at Song Qingyuan and asked with a smile.

"Buying a house... Oh no... I'm planning to lend it to a friend... My friend needs money urgently..."

The man with glasses couldn't help but frowned, noticing that Song Qingyuan seemed to be hiding something and looked a little panicked.

"Please tell me the name of the friend who lent you the money, and their phone number, so we can verify..."

When Song Qingyuan heard that he had to verify with his friend, he panicked completely. He couldn't wait to explain, "No need to verify. In the end, my friend didn't need it and didn't lend it to me..."

"Oh……"

The man with glasses looked at Song Qingyuan suspiciously, vaguely feeling that there was something wrong with the money, and that Song Qingyuan had lied to them.

The subsequent questioning went smoothly, but Song Qingyuan seemed worried and his eyes were panic-stricken.

The investigators had already noticed his unusual behavior.

After completing the statement, Song Qingyuan signed it, and the investigators calmly left the inpatient department.

"Song Qingyuan lied. There must be something wrong with this money." The man with glasses said to his colleague beside him in a firm tone.

"I noticed that too. I noticed his expression became unnatural when he talked about money."

The man with glasses immediately said, "Let's go to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China on Guangchang Middle Road to verify and see if he is lying!"

The two went to the bank that Song Qingyuan mentioned. After investigation, they found that Song Qingyuan had not come to the bank at ten o'clock in the morning, and the surveillance showed that Song Qingyuan had not appeared in the bank for nearly two days.

It was obvious that Song Qingyuan lied.

The man with glasses frowned and muttered to himself, "Why would he lie? Where did the money come from?"

When the two appeared in the ward again, Song Qingyuan suddenly looked panicked. "Excuse me, do you... need to investigate anything else? I've told you everything..."

The man with glasses smiled and said, "Don't worry, we just went to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China on Guangchang Middle Road to investigate. The surveillance footage shows that you didn't withdraw money from the bank at 10 a.m."

"Oh... maybe I remembered the wrong bank..."

"Song Qingyuan, where did this money come from? You lied to us, right?"

Song Qingyuan nervously defended himself, "No... I really did withdraw the money from the bank... but... I can't remember which bank it was from..."

The man with glasses concluded from Song Qingyuan's panicked expression that the money must have come from unknown sources.

"Song Qingyuan, I hope you won't hide the truth. This is very detrimental to you and the investigation of the case."

The man with glasses gave a serious warning.

Song Qingyuan didn't dare to look directly at the man with glasses. He shook his head hurriedly:

"I didn't hide it. I did withdraw the money from the bank, but... I really can't remember which bank I withdrew it from..."

The investigators thought it was hilarious!

I withdrew such a large sum of money, but I actually forgot which bank I withdrew it from.

"Then think about it carefully first, and call me when you have made up your mind."

The man with glasses left his phone number to Song Qingyuan and said before leaving, "The case has not been solved yet. You can't leave the hospital yet."

Song Qingyuan hung his head and replied, "I understand."

He knew that the investigators had become suspicious of the money and even suspected him, and would probably keep him under surveillance.

After the two came out of the ward, the man with glasses said, "Keep an eye on Song Qingyuan for 24 hours. There's something fishy about this guy."

Gaozhou City, Yuexing Teahouse.

Zhaodi waited downstairs for an hour, but the old man didn't come out.

She was a little anxious. He hadn't been out for so long. Could something have happened to him?

She decided to go upstairs and take a look herself.

She took out the coat she had prepared long ago from the trunk, quickly put it on, put on the wig, and took out a mirror to look at herself carefully.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly laughed out loud and said to herself:

"Oh my god, with this big wavy wig on, I feel like a square dance auntie!"

After fixing her makeup and putting on her mask, Zhaodi strode towards the teahouse...