Manager He Xiangbo came in: "It's your turn."
The two got up and walked towards the studio one after the other. He Xiangbo followed behind and couldn't help reminding: "You two should keep a little distance, after all Su Qing is a 'male'."
Jiang Jiusheng and Su Qing smiled at each other and continued walking.
He Xiangbo shook his head straight, that's all, anyway, he has willful capital, and Jiang Jiusheng's fans are sincere and sensible, so he directly labeled Su Qing as a 'boyfriend'.
At the corner of the corridor, I haven't seen him yet, but I can hear hurried footsteps and a woman's impatient urging.
"What are you dawdling about? Hurry up!"
At this time, a man ran out of the corner, holding some clothes in his hands, as if he was afraid that the clothes would drag the floor, he raised his hands above his head.
"Here we come."
It's catkins. I haven't seen her in half a month. She has lost a lot of weight. She is not as domineering as before. Her eyebrows are lowered and her eyes are smooth, as if her edges and corners have been smoothed.
She also saw Jiang Jiusheng, her eyes dodged, and she ran over with her head down.
Ahead, the woman urging Liu Xu seemed to have seen something, fixed her gaze, took a few steps back, walked up to Jiang Jiusheng, and bowed: "Miss Jiang."
Jiang Jiusheng was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.
The woman was in her forties, with an unremarkable appearance, wearing a professional suit, with a neither happy nor angry expression. Jiang Jiusheng was sure that she didn't know her.
After saying hello, the woman led several artists away.
"Know?" Su Qing asked.
Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "I don't know."
Su Qing was amused: "Is she serious about that bow?" That respectful look was really strange, "She is the ace manager of SJ's, and she has won three best actresses in four years, and the best actor Liao is recording in the studio next door, and Jingse belongs to a crew."
Jiang Jiusheng didn't know much about the film and television industry, but he didn't listen.
Su Qing raised her mouth again: "Liu Xu also participated in that drama, she seems to be playing a prostitute, female number N."
Jiang Jiusheng was a little surprised: "She changed career?"
"You don't know." Su Qing said to Jiang Jiusheng's indifferent nature, "Liu Xu signed to Rolling Stone International under sj's, and then transformed into an actor. Every crew played soy sauce, and everyone picked up It's the role of a woman in the world of mortals. After all, her image is there, and she is also tenacious enough. She answers all calls, brushes her face everywhere, and," paused, lowered her voice, "I don't know how many beds have been changed."
There is one thing that Su Qing doesn't understand. SJ's is the leader in the electronics industry. Its subsidiary Rolling Stone International has grown bigger and bigger in the entertainment media in the past two years. It's a little different. If you really want to praise her, there must be some means. Just let her struggle at the bottom, and even add fuel to the flames.
All in all, no one knows whether sj's came to help or make the situation worse.
Jiang Jiusheng laughed it off and said, "Everyone has his own destiny."
The recording of the show started at 8:30. It was an indoor variety show. Halfway through the recording, the overhead light suddenly flickered, causing an uproar in the studio.
Su Qing could only be heard shouting.
"Sheng Sheng!"
Jiang Jiusheng raised his head suddenly, and the overhead light on the fixed rail came loose and fell down without warning.
"ah-"
Screams resounded throughout the studio, and the ceiling lamp that fell to the ground was torn apart, and debris mixed with blood rolled all over the floor.
Fifteen minutes later, the police arrived at the TV station and isolated the crime scene. The leading police officer was wearing a traffic police uniform, and his hair was kept very short, making his silhouette look tougher.
He opened the door and entered the lounge: "Miss Jiang."
Jiang Jiusheng was wrapped in a coat, sitting on the single sofa, her complexion was very bad, she raised her head and nodded in greeting: "Captain Huo."
The voice was calm and composed.
Huo Yining sat opposite and took out a small notebook from his breast pocket.
Victim: Lin Feng.
Place of Killing: TV station.
The first witness at the scene: Jiang Jiusheng.
Huo Yining briefly listed a few key points, and raised his head: "Don't be nervous, because when the crime happened, Miss Jiang was the closest to the victim's location. We have a few questions to ask you."
She put down the hot coffee in her hand: "I'm not nervous."
It could be seen that although he was frightened to a certain extent, his expression was calm and the witness was in a normal state. Huo Yining went straight to the point: "How is your relationship with the victim?"
"Not familiar." Jiang Jiusheng paused for a short time, and added, "Today is the second time we met. The last time was a rehearsal two days ago."
Huo Yining wrote a line, the tip of the pen froze: "Before the incident, did the victim have any unusual behavior?"
Jiang Jiusheng thought for a while: "No."
"Is the location where you stand predetermined?"
"Well, the location was decided during the rehearsal."
Huo Yining frowned, and thought for a while: "Did you hear any sound before the ceiling lamp fell?"
"Not paying attention."
They asked some more routine questions, and Jiang Jiusheng answered them one by one. At this time, Huo Yining's phone rang. After he answered, he didn't say a word. After listening for a long time, he just hummed.
After hanging up the phone, Huo Yining looked up: "The person was not rescued."
Jiang Jiusheng's face changed slightly: "Will this case be handled as an accident?"
"If nothing suspicious is found, yes."
She pondered, and suddenly said: "It may be homicide."
Huo Yining's action of buttoning the cap of the pen stopped, and the nib of the pen turned and stopped on the page: "How do you say it?"
"When the dome light fell, everyone's first reaction was to avoid it and cover their eyes," she said after a short pause, "but I'm standing in a different position."
Jiang Jiusheng was standing on the right side of the deceased, less than half a meter away from the falling overhead light, completely within the danger range, her immediate reaction was to look up.
Huo Yining immediately asked, "What did you see?"
"There is a shadow on the fixed rail of the lamp."
The fixed rails of the lamps are almost suspended, and the studio is full of stage lights and cameras. They can hide in it but are completely undetected. The murderer must be very familiar with the equipment and operation of the studio, and must quickly escape from the scene, or get mixed up in it …
The scope of the suspects can basically be determined.
Huo Yining asked again: "Are you sure?"
Jiang Jiusheng thought for a long time, then shook his head: "I can only be sure that there is a shadow, not sure if it is a human figure or the shadow refracted by the light."
At that time, she only saw the shadow passing by, and when she looked up again, she could see nothing.
Huo Yining understood, and closed the notebook: "Thank you, you have provided us with very important clues to the police."
After finishing the notes, Mo Bing came to pick up Jiang Jiusheng.
Looking at her, his face was still pale, Mo Bing was a little worried: "Are you okay?"
Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "It's okay."
"I'll take you back first." Mo Bing escorted her into the nanny's car, and told her, "Call me if you need anything."
"Um."
Mo Bing was not at the scene at the time. She heard from Su Qing that Jiang Jiusheng was standing within one meter of the deceased, and she saw with her own eyes that the ceiling lamp smashed the deceased's head to a bloody mess, and even blood splashed all over her.
If you are timid, you will probably faint in shock.
Human life is at stake, and it is extremely bloody. No matter how calm your temper is, it is impossible to be completely unwavering. Mo Bing thought about it, and asked: "Shall I contact Dr. Chang for you?"
Doctor Chang is Jiang Jiusheng's psychological consultant.
Jiang Jiusheng refused: "I will tell you if necessary."
Mo Bing was still worried, so he suggested: "Don't go to Doctor Chang, you can go to Doctor Shi."
Jiang Jiusheng was noncommittal and remained silent.
Xiao Qiao, the driver, turned around and handed a cup of hot tea: "Sister Sheng, drink some barley tea to calm down."
"Thanks."
Jiang Jiusheng took it, held it in his hand without drinking, thoughtful.
Back at Yujing Yinwan, Mo Bing was afraid that Jiang Jiusheng would be thinking wildly by herself, so he stayed with her for an hour, and was going to stay overnight, so Jiang Jiusheng called Lin Anzhi directly and asked him to pick her up.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Jiang Jiusheng carried Bomei to bed.
Because Shi Jin was obsessed with cleanliness, he never let dogs into the bedroom. This was the first time he made an exception. Jiang Bomei rolled happily on the bed, then got into his mother's arms, howled a few times excitedly, and couldn't bear it anymore. I fell asleep and went to meet Duke Zhou.
Jiang Jiusheng laughed, and turned off the chandelier, leaving only the bedside lamp on.
She lay down and tossed and turned for a long time without any sleepiness. She closed her eyes, and her mind was full of bloody scenes in the recording studio.
After tossing and turning for nearly an hour, she got up, found sleeping pills in the drawer, poured water, hesitated several times, and still did not take them.
She dialed Shi Jin's number, it rang once, and Shi Jin answered it.
"Sheng Sheng."
The tone is gentle and tender, just listening to it makes people feel at ease.
Jiang Jiusheng hugged the phone and lay down under the quilt, probably because it was late at night, subconsciously lowered the volume: "Sorry for waking you up so late,"
"It's okay, I haven't slept yet." Over there, Shi Jin exited the computer file, lay on the chair and talked on the phone, "Can't sleep?"
"Well, a little insomnia."
Her voice was hoarse and tired, Shi Jin asked her, "What's the matter?"
Jiang Jiusheng replied quickly: "No, I just miss you."
Her temperament has always been like this, reporting good news but not bad news, and what happened today was like an accident, she didn't want Shi Jin to be worried.
With just such a word of missing, Shi Jin's heart softened, and he said in a low voice, "I miss you too, very much."
Jiang Jiusheng stuck his head under the quilt and smiled.
"Shengsheng, don't cover your head, it's not good for your respiratory tract."
"..."
Her family is a doctor, and she knows herself better than herself.
Jiang Jiusheng got out from under the quilt: "Shi Jin, sing me a lullaby."
Shi Jin was silent for a while, and said with a little embarrassment: "I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep even after I finish singing."
she laughed.
"Shengsheng, you lie down, put your phone on the speakerphone and put it on the cabinet." Shi Jin got up, turned off the light and went to the bedroom. He lay down, loosened two buttons on his neckline, exposing his collarbone, and lowered his head. The low voice is full of ears, as gentle as a cello, "I'll tell you a story."
"good."
Jiang Jiusheng turned on the speakerphone, put the phone on the cabinet, and lay down under the quilt, with the sound of wind and sometimes Jin's voice in his ears.
After a while, she was drowsy, and the lingering sound was lingering in her ears.
A night without dreams.
The sky broke through the clouds, and the first ray of winter morning light spilled through the curtains and fell on the eyelashes, trembling like fluttering butterfly wings.
The person on the bed turned over, raised his eyelids, hugged the quilt to rub his eyes before rubbing his eyes, and drooped his eyelids to check the time on the mobile phone on the bedside table.
The screen still stays on the call interface.
Jiang Jiusheng's drowsiness disappeared immediately, and he put the phone to his ear: "Shi Jin?"
On the other end of the phone, Shi Jin's voice came: "Well, I'm here."
His voice was hoarse and tired, and he hadn't slept all night.
Suddenly, her eyes became sour, and she missed him especially.
At ten o'clock in the morning, yesterday's murder case was reported. The TV station obviously did public relations. Not to mention the murder scene, even the Reuters photos did not leak out. There were not many negative things, only an accident at the scene. It is conceivable how big a network of relationships this case has involved. After all, it is related to the survival of a TV station. Even the local government dare not be careless and try to lead the matter to the front. He is a public figure with high social attention.
For two consecutive days, the heat of the case did not subside. Jiang Jiusheng heard from Mo Bing that the case was at a standstill, with no new clues and no suspects identified.
However-
One wave is not flat, and another wave rises again.
It was the third day after the artist surnamed Lin died unexpectedly. Two veteran managers of Tianyu Media held a wedding at the Tianhe Hotel. Almost half of the entertainment industry came that day. The event was unprecedented.
It was in the parking lot of the Tianhe Hotel that another murder occurred. The victim was also a female artist, and the first witness was also Jiang Jiusheng.
Ten minutes before the murder, it was eleven forty-four in the morning.
Jiang Jiusheng parked the car and called Mo Bing.
"Mo Bing, I'm here."
Mo Bing was very noisy there, so she deliberately turned up the volume and said, "The wedding hall is more difficult to find. You wait at the exit of the parking lot, and I'll send someone to pick you up."
"Okay." Jiang Jiusheng hung up the phone and got out of the car after putting on the mask.
On the other side, in the wedding hall, Yuwen Chongchong got up just as Mo Bing hung up the phone.
"I'll pick her up."
Mo Bing quickly waved his hand: "I'll just let Xiaojin go." There's no need to bother the big boss to pick him up in person.
Yuwen charged forward and took his coat: "I just wanted to go out to smoke." He turned around and left the lobby.
Jiang Jiusheng waited at the exit of the parking lot for more than ten minutes, because Tianyu had booked the entire hotel for the wedding. At this point, the entire parking lot was almost empty. Suddenly, a woman screamed from behind.
"ah!"
The voice was panicked, frightened.
Jiang Jiusheng hesitated for a short time, then searched for the sound and walked in for a while, the woman's cry and shout became clearer and clearer.
"Come on!"
"Help!"
Jiang Jiusheng turned around, walked into a main road, looked up and saw a car, a black Land Rover, chasing a woman, driving faster and faster.
"Help-"
The cries for help stopped abruptly.
The black color quickly pulled into the pupils, and with a loud bang, the woman was knocked into the air, and her body was thrown high.
Jiang Jiusheng was only stunned for a moment, his fingers trembling slightly, took out his mobile phone from his bag, and dialed the emergency number: "This is the underground garage of Tianhe Hotel, someone had a car accident—"
Before the words fell, the Land Rover that hit the stone pillar suddenly turned the steering wheel and slammed into Jiang Jiusheng at such a high speed that there was no time for anyone to react.
I saw the black body galloping towards me.
"Sheng Sheng!"
Shouting came from behind, Jiang Jiusheng felt her waist being tightened, and she was pulled hard, she fell backwards, with the fast-moving wind blowing by her ears, the car almost brushed past her body at high speed.
Yuwen Chongchong hugged her and fell to the ground together. He subconsciously rolled half a circle and protected her inside, with panic still in his eyes: "Are you injured?"
Jiang Jiusheng stared at the car that was speeding away with a dazed expression.
"Sheng Sheng."
"Sheng Sheng."
Yuwen Chongchong's eyes were slightly red, his fingers trembled slightly, and he supported her shoulder and shook it twice: "You answer me, don't scare me."
Only then did Jiang Jiusheng slowly come back to his senses: "Yuwen."
Yuwen Chongfeng heaved a sigh of relief: "Well, it's me." He checked carefully, with thin sweat on his forehead, and asked anxiously, "Are you injured? Where did you fall?"
Jiang Jiusheng shook his head.
Yuwen Chongchong was relieved a little, and supported her: "Can you stand up?"
"I'm fine." She stood up and turned her gaze to the main road. The woman was lying in a pool of blood, motionless. "Call for first aid, and call the police."
But it was too late.
The victim was not breathing when paramedics arrived fifteen minutes later.
The police cordoned off the scene and were collecting evidence at the scene.
"Miss Jiang, it's unfortunate that we meet again." Huo Yining was still wearing a traffic police uniform, with a police cap in his hand, and walked towards Jiang Jiusheng.
All she said was, "It's unfortunate."
His complexion is not very good, and his expression can be regarded as calm.
Witnessing two murders within a week, Jiang Jiusheng's reaction can be said to be calm in the face of danger. If it is an ordinary person, he probably needs to ask a psychiatrist to enlighten him.
After Huo Yining directed the on-site collection, he said to the two witnesses: "Can you two take some time to go to the police station with me to make a record?"
Yuwen Chongchong took off his coat to Jiang Jiusheng, and put on the hat for her, covering almost half of his face, before he stood in front and said, "She is a public figure, and there are many people watching outside, so I'm afraid there will be rumors. Please clear the scene first."
Huo Yining gave his subordinates a look, and the police immediately went to clear the scene.
"In addition, you can testify. Please keep any information about Jiang Jiusheng confidential." Yuwen Chongchong emphasized that his tone was completely non-negotiable.
Huo Yining clasped his hands: "Of course."
police station.
Jiang Jiusheng and Yuwen Chongchong took the transcripts separately, and it was Huo Yining who was in charge of Jiang Jiusheng, probably because she was the first witness, and Huo Yining went to battle in person.
Huo Yining took off the police cap, put it aside, and turned on the computer: "Can you describe the process you saw?"
Jiang Jiusheng restored the scene she saw as detailed as possible.
"Where's the car? Are there any characteristics?" Huo Yining stopped typing on the keyboard, waiting for Jiang Jiusheng's answer.
She recalled: "Black Land Rover, very new, ordinary model, the license plate is wrapped in black cloth." After thinking for a while, she added, "There are golden ornaments on the windows."
Huo Yining wrote down the key words and asked, "Did you see the owner's face?"
Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "I wore a black mask and peaked cap, white gloves on my hands, and a watch."
"Where's the watch? Any impression?"
She shook her head again.
The murderer had clearly disguised himself meticulously. Even with surveillance, he did not leave any usable evidence. Huo Yining touched the blank keys of the computer a few times: "Are there any other characteristics? Such as eye shape, hair, neck and arms Wait, is there anything special?"
"Tattoo." Jiang Jiusheng frowned, sorted out the images in his mind, and said, "There seems to be a tattoo on his arm."
Huo Yining immediately asked: "Do you still remember the tattoo pattern?"
"Just remember it's black."
I asked some more questions, but found nothing.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, I finished the notes.
Huo Yining closed the laptop: "Thank you." He tore off half a piece of paper, wrote a series of numbers and handed it over, "If you still remember anything, you can contact me anytime."
Jiang Jiusheng took it, and when he got up, he asked Huo Yining, "Don't you doubt me?"
Instead of answering, he asked instead, "Why should I doubt you?"
"I was present in both homicides."
Huo Yining straightened his long and slender legs, put on the police cap on the table without haste, and wore a bright yellow traffic police uniform. He said calmly, "I don't believe in coincidences and chance, and I don't believe in speculation. I only believe in evidence." He stretched out his hand and pointed to his head, "and my brain."
Handsome man, handsome people's policeman.
Jiang Jiusheng smiled and left the interrogation room.
Huo Yining followed him out, returned to the office, and ordered the police below: "Send a copy of the deceased's personal information to my computer."
"Yes, Team Huo."
Huo Yining hadn't finished reading the information, the brother below said in surprise: "Captain Huo, I found something."
He looked up and tapped the table with his fingertips: "Say."
"The victim is from the same company as the deceased in the TV station murder case a few days ago, and the two have a good relationship."
"Which company is it?"
"Qin's Entertainment."
Huo Yining got up and walked to that colleague's computer: "What about Jiang Jiusheng?"
The colleague had an expression of 'I don't know this': "She belongs to Tianyu Media." He went through the information of the two deceased again and speculated, "Could it be a serial murder case?"
Huo Yining rubbed his chin and thought for a long time: "Investigate the two cases together."