"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation." Yan Cheng knew that Artest would not call him like this unless it was something urgent. He answered the phone and closed the door gently. Walk quickly to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.
The beautiful peach eyes narrowed slightly, and looked down at the night scene outside the window expressionlessly.
I can vaguely hear the distant noise on the other end of the phone.
Artest took a long breath, was silent for a moment, and then calmly said: "Boss, Zhou Chao is dead."
I don't know if it's because Artest took a ruthless way in his early years and was used to certain things, so when he said that Zhou Chao was dead, he was calm and couldn't be calmer, as if he was facing a dead man. Like fish, he even wanted to discuss whether the dead fish should be braised or steamed if he could.
What kind of subordinates have what kind of boss.
Yancheng's first reaction when he heard Artest say this was: None of my business!
In fact, he raised his eyebrows and said so.
There was no trace of attack in the sleepy voice.
Eight hundred years ago, he broke up with this group of people who were provoked because of boredom back then. Besides, he is just an insignificant person, and it really doesn't matter to him whether he dies, "A Tai, when will you So gossip?"
There is no moonlight tonight.
When the moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and when the moon is not bright, the sky is full of stars.
Yan Cheng raised his head in a bad mood, looking at the flickering broken light, he suddenly wanted to ask Chen Jinyao to wake up and look at the stars together.
But the thought was just a flash, and he would go to Putuo Mountain as soon as he woke up in the morning. There were priorities, and he didn't know what was going on.
"..." Artest was thinking about how to organize his words, but he was lightly provoked in such a joking manner, and he simply stopped working on his psychological defenses, and made a statement in a calm voice, and he said everything in one breath. Zhong said, "Boss, before Zhou Chao died, he had been to Erguan."
Yan Cheng frowned, switched the phone to the other hand, pressed it to the other ear, pursed his lips, and did not speak.
The night outside the window seems to add a touch of rich color to the surroundings.
Obviously, in two more hours, it will be dawn.
Artai sternly said: "The police came to adjust the surveillance video, Zhou Chao came alone, and when he left, he hugged a woman..."
After a pause, he continued without fluctuation: "He died on the bed in his own apartment. Yes, he had a good time before he died. According to Officer Deng, the murderer may be the woman taken away by Zhou Chao."
"Death under the peony flower, is it a romantic thing to be a ghost?" Yan Cheng yawned lazily, obviously not realizing the seriousness of the problem.
He has no interest in these, and even wants to interrupt and fool the past.
The best is the kind of words that can directly say "hang up if there is nothing to do".
Obviously, this possibility does not exist.
Under the gaze of Police Officer Deng who was getting colder and with all his impatience overflowing his eyes, Artai finally began to put the finishing touch on what he wanted to say, "Because it was a murder case, the last woman who had a relationship with Zhou Chao was He went out from the Er Pavilion, so Officer Xing wants to ask you to understand the situation."
After a few seconds of silence, Artest raised his eyes and exchanged a glance with Police Officer Deng.
He said lightly: "Oh, the precise and rigorous wording is, please come back and cooperate with the investigation."
Yan Cheng: "..."
This time, it can be regarded as completely scaring away the sleepy bugs entrenched on Yan Cheng's body.
Because the four words "cooperate with the investigation" are easy to say, they instantly transformed him from an outsider who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal to an insider who might keep cutting things up and making chaos.
He directly darkened his face and released his unhappiness without hesitation.
It’s the same sentence again, this time it’s a slap in the face, where is the gentleness and politeness when I said this sentence for the first time: “It’s not about labor and management!”
But even so, he kept his voice in check.
Turning sideways slightly, he glanced at the bedroom from time to time.
After finally going out to play, the emperor's capital is far away, and it's really unlucky to get into trouble.
Yan Cheng was suddenly a little irritable, so he wanted to find a cigarette to smoke.
Artest's mobile phone was taken by police officer Deng.
As soon as I put it to my ear, I heard something that tended to be out of breath.
He took two steps back and said in a deep voice, "As far as I know, you and Zhou Chao have some old grievances?"
During the time they held each other tightly, he hardly gave Yan Cheng a chance to question and refute. He drooped his eyelashes slightly and reminded: "For example, more than eight months ago, the case of prostitution in Erguan was reported by Zhou Chao. , you were also framed."
"At that time someone heard you say that you must kill him if you find a chance."
"Furthermore, Zhou Chao's prostitutes before his death came from your Erguan."
Yan Cheng casually leaned on the guardrail, looking down at the shadows of the trees blown by the wind downstairs, his jaw tightened as if his whole body was moving, and after a long while, he asked: "Officer, what's wrong with you?" The objective meaning has something to say, what do you want to express?"
"It's not interesting." Deng Chuan looked indifferent, and then said plausibly: "In the final analysis, I just hope that you can cooperate with the investigation."
"As the police, when handling a case, of course we want to obtain the most beneficial information for arresting the real culprit by interrogating all relevant personnel."
Yan Cheng sneered: "I think I welcome Officer Deng to call me at any time, instead of disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night, and then saying some alarmist words to urge people to go back."
From the south to the north, it seems that the swords are on the verge of breaking out after such a long distance.
Deng Chuan has a bad temper, and Yan Cheng has a bad temper.
But in the end, someone still needs to compromise first. Deng Chuan probably has a prejudice against Yan Cheng. After calming down, his tone naturally softened a little. "Okay, I also ask Mr. Yan to cooperate with the police when he returns to the Imperial Capital tomorrow morning."
After that, Deng Chuan asked a few more questions about Zhou Chao.
Yan Cheng suppressed his dissatisfaction, but he still cooperated.
When the questioning was about to end, the driving force of curiosity became more and more serious after he became sober, and he asked a lot: "Is the murderer that woman?"
Deng Chuan vaguely replied that he was "not sure yet".
After a moment of silence, he mentioned the atmosphere under the management of the Er Guan.
Inside and outside the words, I always feel that I care about something.
Yan Cheng smiled: "Women are not employees of the Erguan, so what she wants to do with Zhou Chao has nothing to do with my Erguan."
Pausing for a few seconds, he added: "Officer, I am a good citizen who knows the law and abides by the law."
Going back is definitely going back.
Before hanging up the phone, Artest also said the same thing. He rarely let go of the disguise under his calm mask, and made alarmist remarks with a flick of his skin: "I'm afraid it's not that simple."
"Okay, you won't be afraid of the shadow if you stand upright." Yan Cheng said optimistically.
Artest: "No, boss, it mainly affects the Erguan now."
...
The night is over.
The days after Lixia are supposed to be longer.
The dawn is also relatively early, and the place where the blue clouds meet in the distance is slowly turning pale. The colorful lights that only appear in the city at night have slowly faded away from the moment the morning star appears.
Yan Cheng squinted his eyes to witness these changes, and didn't know what he was thinking.
Never before has a smoker been as impatient as this moment.
Now the irritability is gone.
He still held the attitude of having nothing to do with himself.
But that doesn't mean he can ignore it.
After all, there is still something involved, and it is also within the scope of the obligation to cooperate with the police to solve the case.
Zhou Chao's death was too sudden.
Indistinctly, there is always a hint of strangeness.
because of murder,
Even if the Erguan was not the scene of the first crime,
Being disturbed, being called out by someone with a heart, can call out some negative images.
But now, according to Artest's reaction, this situation has already appeared.
The current situation is, or what must be considered, no matter how Artest can be alone, some things still have to be resolved by him, the boss.
Yan Cheng slumped his shoulders, feeling that he had the selfishness of a businessman, and the death of someone who was equivalent to a stranger, or even an annoying person, was insignificant to him. will understand.
Most importantly, it involves the business of Er Guan.
The quiet morning comes quietly, and after a while, the city wakes up.
Even this short period of tranquility can't last long.
He thought about it seriously and carefully, and combined all the factors that had to be considered, finally, he booked a flight ticket from Hangzhou to the Imperial Capital at 7:12.
And it was just his ticket back to the imperial capital alone.
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He went back to the bedroom to tidy up his clothes.
Then he changed out of his pajamas, put on his clothes, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and after doing all kinds of tidying up, no matter how small the movement was, one after another, Chen Jinyao could always be woken up.
Yan Cheng looked at Chen Jinyao for a while, tangled up and down, and finally got on the bed, put his arms around her, buried his head in the crook of her neck, groaned and babbled, as if he had been greatly wronged.
Chen Jinyao smiled, patted his head, and coaxed him.
"Why are you up so early!"
Yan Cheng didn't answer her at first.
There was silence for tens of seconds.
He said sullenly: "I can't accompany you to Mount Putuo."
Chen Jinyao: "Huh???"
"I have to go back to the imperial capital. Something happened over there." He sighed deeply, not knowing whether to tell her about it, but he always felt that it was just a matter of concern for many people. Let's go, the airport is too far from here, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it, so I only booked my own ticket."
"If you want to go to Mount Putuo..."
"You wait in Hangcheng for two days first, and I will ask Jin Lin to accompany you."
Chen Jinyao frowned, feeling that the atmosphere was not right, "I'll go back with you."
After pondering for a moment, he asked him again: "What happened?"
"No." He groaned again, "Don't, you go to Mount Putuo for me first, I don't want to pay my respects."
"Let your sister come over in the afternoon."
Chen Jinyao rolled her eyes, ignored the second part of his words, and only addressed his aggrieved "no" and said: "Come on, it's just your unhappy expression."
"..."
Chen Jinyao: "Say it quickly."
Yan Cheng said "Oh" in a low voice, and then said directly, summarizing the matter very succinctly.
"That's it, I don't know why I have to go back to the imperial capital."
What I am most afraid of is the sudden silence of the air, as if it has frozen.
“…………………”
As expected of a husband and wife, their first reactions upon hearing this were exactly the same.
Chen Jinyao was expressionless, followed by anger, she squinted her eyes slightly, and then said four words slowly: "None of your business."