"I'm here to testify for you."
Jiang Jiusheng didn't speak, just shook his head.
She took off her mask and hat, and said in a cynical tone: "It's okay, I'm used to groping, I have nothing to fear, even if it's exposed." Looking at Jiang Jiusheng, there was a gleam in her eyes, and she suddenly became serious, "I'm just I'm afraid you will be implicated by me."
After finishing speaking, she smiled and straightened her chair: "Comrade police, Jiang Jiusheng was with me at nine o'clock last night, not only us, but also the three big brothers from Tianhao Casino."
At eight o'clock last night, just as Su Qing got home, he received a call from Su Wanjiang.
As soon as the connection was made, Su Wanjiang asked for money straight to the point: "I'm at the East Ferry of the Cangjiang River, bring five million in cash quickly."
An order, an urgent order.
Su Qing said indifferently: "No." She is a mountain of gold and silver, and she should be emptied.
Su Wanjiang couldn't help but threaten directly on the phone: "If you don't come in half an hour, I'll call the newspaper immediately."
After speaking, the phone was hung up.
Su Wanjiang often asks her for money, but his usual tactic is to play the family card first, and then coerce and lure her. It is abnormal to turn his face so directly.
Su Qing thought for a while, then dialed the phone number to the agent, rang a few times, but no one answered.
She hung up the phone, took her coat and went out.
About half an hour later, she arrived at the East Ferry of the Cangjiang River. The wind was very strong. There were many boats moored by the river, and there were street lights only a hundred meters away. There were no people at night, only the sound of the wind.
As soon as she got out of the car, Su Wanjiang stepped forward, wearing a worn-out jacket, with a slightly hunched back, not as high as Su Qing's shoulders, and looked up at her: "Where's the money?"
"I said," Su Qing shrugged, "No."
Su Wanjiang grabbed her by the collar and slapped her hard: "You don't understand me asking you to take the money, do you?"
Damn, hit it to death.
Su poured out a mouthful of blood, and touched his red and swollen cheek with the back of his hand.
"Oh." She sneered, rubbing the blood at the corner of her mouth with her fingertips, licking her teeth, tasted the blood in her mouth, raised her head, looked at Su Wanjiang, her eyes were icy, "The little blood you gave me is How expensive it is, even if it is sky-high, I should have paid it off after twenty-five years."
Su Qing didn't know who her mother was, and she wasn't interested in finding out. It was just that when she was a child, she heard from the empty-nester next door that her mother was very beautiful and thought her father was incompetent. The business man ran away.
From then on, Su Wanjiang began to drink and gamble, beat her and scolded her, and when he was tired, he asked her to go out to make money, and if he couldn't get any money, he continued to beat her and scold her, and so on.
Her academic diplomas are all fake. After signing with Tianyu, she studied acting for two years. Before that, she had never studied for a day. There was a couple who were teachers living in the community. She would learn to read after picking up trash every day. .
However, Su Wanjiang later refused to let her go, and I don't remember the exact year, anyway, he was tall enough to deceive people into saying that he was an adult, and then receive half an adult's wages.
She had stared at the sleeping Su Wanjiang countless times with a kitchen knife, but she didn't cut it down. She didn't hate her mother who ran away. Such a man would be a fool if he didn't run away. He just hated himself for committing crimes. On such a father.
Su Wanjiang was staring at her, his eyes were full of hatred, he cursed a few times, his mouth was full of alcohol, and he rushed towards her and wanted to strike.
Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind: "Don't play any father-son rivalry scenes for me, and pay back the money quickly, we brothers are impatient."
It was only then that Su Qing discovered that there were three men hiding behind a boat.
She immediately became vigilant: "Who are you?"
Three men, all dressed in black, were much taller than average, and two of them had tattoos on their necks.
"You don't care who we are," the leading man took out a piece of paper from his pocket and spread it out, "It's clearly written in black and white, your father owes us five million, if you have the money to pay it back, if you don't have the money," The man turned his head and grinned at Su Wanjiang, "Then keep one hand."
Su Qing took a look at the inscription, it was Tianhao Casino, the largest casino in Jiangbei.
Su Wanjiang went to gamble again.
"Qingqing," Su Wanjiang urged coldly, "Give them money quickly."
Su Qing looked at him coldly.
Su Wanjiang's eyes were red with anxiety, and he shouted impatiently: "What are you still doing in a daze, get your manager to send you the money, hurry up!"
She looked at the man in front of her, her biological father, who was only in his fifties, his hair was all white, his face was swollen and old due to years of alcoholism, he was a little hunchbacked, and he always walked with his back bowed. When she was a child, she heard people say that she looked very much like her mother who had run away, with only eyes, slightly upturned phoenix eyes, exactly like her father, heroic and good-looking.
However, Su Wanjiang's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, cloudy and cloudy.
This man is her father.
Su Qing laughed at himself.
"No money, right?" The man put away the receipt, calmly ordered the people behind him, "Chop off Su Wanjiang's hand."
Su Wanjiang backed away trembling in fright.
"I'll give it, I'll give it!" He turned his head to look at Su Qing with fierce eyes, "If I lose my hand, you don't even want to have a good day."
Ever since her debut, Su Wanjiang has been trying this kind of threat time and again.
This time, she seemed indifferent, just smiled coldly and stood by with her arms folded.
"What are you waiting for, cut off his hand."
The two tattooed men pulled out their knives from their waists, restrained Su Wanjiang from left to right, chewed gum, looked at Su Wanjiang's hands, as if thinking about where to start the knife.
Su Wanjiang's legs were weak and he was pressed to the ground. He yelled, "Don't cut off my hands, don't cut off my hands."
The men ignored him and held one of his hands down.
Su Wanjiang was so frightened that his veins were throbbing, he turned his neck back, and shouted at Su Qing with red eyes: "Qingqing!"
"Qingqing!"
"Qingqing save me!"
"Qingqing..."
In this world, there is only this man who calls her Qingqing, whether he asks for money or turns against her, he still calls her Qingqing.
Su Qing rolled her eyes: "I'll give it." She said, the words stuck in her throat, "I'll give you money."
With trembling hands, she dialed the manager's phone number.
It rang for a long time, but no one answered.
The man spat: "Don't play tricks on me." His eyes were gloomy, like a poisonous snake, staring at Su Qing, "If you dare to play with us, I will cut off your hand together."
Su Qing hung up, dialed another number, rang twice, got through, she called in a low voice: "Shengsheng."
"Help me." Word by word, difficult and helpless.
She choked slightly: "Help me."
On the phone, Jiang Jiusheng didn't ask a word, she said, "Don't panic, I'll come right away."
Su Qing hugged the phone, her eyes wet with tears.
When he came out of the interrogation, the sun was shining outside the window. Su Qing stood at the door, facing the sun, with a flickering light in his eyes, looking at Jiang Jiusheng: "Waiting for me."
"Yeah." She nodded, took two steps forward, and said, "Yuwen has something to tell you."
Su Qing narrowed his sour eyes: "What?"
Jiang Jiusheng imitated Yuwen Chongchong's cynical tone, casual and reasonable: "Make money for the company, don't worry about the rest, I will take care of it."
Su Qing smiled and wiped her eyes: "The sun is too dazzling, tears are forced out."
In her whole life, she has not been very lucky. The only two times she was lucky was when she signed a contract with Tianyu and once when she met Jiang Jiusheng.
She lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.
Jiang Jiusheng stood aside quietly without saying anything.
After a few minutes, Lawyer Song came over: "Miss Jiang, the formalities have been completed, and you can leave at any time."
"Thank you, Lawyer Song." After thanking him, Jiang Jiusheng asked, "May I know who your client is?"
Lawyer Song smiled heartily: "Of course." He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "It's Mr. Xiao Kun Zodiac."
Jiang Jiusheng was silent.
Su Qing replied, "It was also that Mr. Xiao who came to look for me."
Jiang Jiusheng's investigation was not made public. Su Qing didn't know about it at first, and he didn't know where that Mr. Xiao got his great powers. He even had a clear idea of the progress of the case at the police station.
"Do you know Xiao Kunsheng?" Su Qing asked.
Jiang Jiusheng thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "Shi Jin knows him." Shi Jin put Xiao Kunsheng's personal business card on the bedside table, and when he left, he told him to call that number if he needed anything. Before she came to the police station to investigate, she made a special contact.
Su Qing was surprised: "Why does Shi Jin know everyone?" Turning her head, she said to Jiang Jiusheng, "That Xiao Kunsheng is the CEO of Rolling Stone International."
Seeing Jiang Jiusheng's astonished expression, it was obvious that she didn't know it. Su Qing was amused. Jiang Jiusheng, who was so casual and unconcerned about the world, happened to meet Shi Jin, who had an unfathomable background and an astonishing background.
Rolling Stones International is an entertainment company under SJ's, the top executive of Rolling Stones, that is not a role that is assigned casually. It is conceivable that Shi Jin...how terrifying, Su Qing shook his head, no matter what Buddha he is, listen Jiang Jiusheng's will do.
Mo Bing and He Xiangbo were waiting at the gate of the police station. It was probably Yuwen Chongchong who used some method, and there were no reporters.
Mo Bing stepped forward and handed Jiang Jiusheng a thick coat: "It's all right."
She shook her head.
"Go back and have a good rest, don't go online."
Jiang Jiusheng hummed.
You don’t need to go online to know how many rumors there will be. She was involved in all three murders. No matter what the truth is, she can’t argue with it. The Internet is like this. If someone praises it, others will naturally criticize it. A catharsis, without much sincerity and hatred.
Jiang Jiusheng said goodbye to Su Qing, and left the police station with Mo Bing.
He Xiangbo also led Su Qing back: "Don't worry, the boss has left the relationship, and your father's affairs will not leak out."
She smiled and didn't care.
The nanny's car stopped on the side of the road opposite the police station. Before He Xiangbo got into the car, he informed him, "Xu Qingjiu is also in the car."
Su Qing paused, without saying anything, opened the car door, and got into the co-pilot.
Xu Qingjiu was sitting in the back seat. As soon as she came in, his eyes followed her, never moved away, and did not speak, just staring at her.
Su Qing turned around: "Aren't you leaving?"
Xu Qingjiu insisted: "I'll take you back."
She shrugged, with a meaningless look on her face: "It's up to you."
Xu Qingjiu looked at her with complicated eyes.
Last night, He Xiangbo couldn't get back to Su Qing's phone number, so he went to find him. After all, he was worried, and went to guard her at the door of her house, but she never came back. He waited impatiently, and wanted to find her, but there was no purpose.
When she came back, it was nearly twelve o'clock, with a wound on her mouth, and her right cheek was red and swollen.
When he looked at her face, his heart seemed to be torn, and the pain made him want to get angry: "Who did it?"
"Don't worry about it." Su Qing lowered his head and walked towards the door.
He pulled her back, clearly full of anxiety and anger, when the words came to his lips, he couldn't help but soften his tone: "Is someone bullying you?"
She shook off his hand, raised her head, and got angry at him: "I said don't worry about it!"
Xu Qingjiu saw her eyes, which were red and red, and the corner of her mouth was torn, with dried blood stains.
Someone hit her.
As soon as this idea popped up, he felt that he was going crazy, and all his anger was blocked in his throat: "Tell me who it is."
Su Qing turned around: "My biological father."
Xu Qingjiu was stunned.
Her gaze was cold, neither happy nor angry, her eyes were like a deep well that was lifeless: "Now that I know, can I go?"
He froze in place, unresponsive.
Su Qing turned to open the door, her hands were trembling, and the key could not be inserted into the keyhole several times, so she threw the key directly, squatted in the corner, and cried loudly.
Xu Qingjiu was completely dumbfounded.
She is always fooling around, sometimes playing games with flowers, often being unreasonable, and furious when provoked, but he has never seen her cry, venting so hysterically, squatting in a corner alone, like being surrounded by the whole world abandoned.
He didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to coax people, he stood there at a loss for a long time, walked over, squatted down: "Don't cry, I'll go, I'll just go, don't cry."
After speaking, he got up and left.
After a while, he turned back, frowning his eyebrows tightly, his hands and feet were uncomfortable, and he didn't know where to put it. He stood for a long time at a loss, squatted beside her, raised his hand hesitantly several times, retracted it again, and then stretched out again. He took his hand and patted her on the back.
"Hey, don't cry."
"Don't cry, okay?"
"Su Qing, don't cry."
"..."
He said a lot of words to coax her, illogical and messy, Xu Qingjiu thought, he can't let her cry anymore, he can't coax her.
On the way back to the apartment, Jiang Jiusheng received a call from Shi Jin.
He spoke first: "Where is it?"
Straight to the point, he didn't even call her by name, because he was angry.
Come to think of it, he knew.
That's right, even if Xiao Kunsheng didn't say anything, he should have seen the rumors on the Internet.
She replied: "On the way home."
Shi Jin asked again, a little involuntarily said: "Park the car on the side, and send me the location."
Jiang Jiusheng was stunned for a moment: "You're back?" Didn't it just end in the afternoon
"If I don't come back, are you still planning to hide it from me?"
He has always been gentle and good-tempered, and he never said a harsh word to her, nor was he so cold and sullen.
Must be very angry.
"I don't want you to be distracted," Jiang Jiusheng explained.
She really didn't want Shi Jin to worry about everything, but she wasn't very strong-tempered. If she couldn't solve it, she would naturally find Shi Jin, but she didn't realize that the situation would get out of hand, and she didn't give her time to turn around.
As soon as she finished speaking, Shi Jin almost blurted out: "I'm already distracted, I can't do anything, I just want to take revenge on all those who bullied you."
His tone was filled with anger and mania.
Jiang Jiusheng panicked. He didn't dare to speak for fear of stimulating his condition.
Only then did Shi Jin realize that he was a little bit out of control. He was silent for a long time, and spoke slowly: "Sorry Shengsheng, I might need to calm down a bit."
"Okay." Her tone softened, and she was very obedient, "I'll wait for you."
After hanging up the phone, Mo Bing looked at her: "Is the doctor angry at your house?"
"Um."
"It's no wonder you're angry. As your boyfriend, you're the last to know about such a big event."
Jiang Jiusheng was helpless: "I only found out that I became a criminal suspect two hours ago."
Too.
It was just an eyewitness, and there was nothing wrong with it except for some inexplicable things. Mo Bing stroked his fingers: "I dare not say anything about the first two cases, but for the murder at the ferry last night, I guess someone wanted to divert the trouble and make you be Scapegoat."
After all, Jiang Jiusheng was present in the first two cases, which can also be called "weird". Moreover, there were only rumors in the entertainment industry that "Jiang Jiusheng must be unlucky". into a supernatural event.
Mo Bing guessed: "The photo of you at the ferry last night was probably taken by the murderer."
"The police are already investigating."
Mo Bing was a little irritable. She pressed her temples and felt a headache. She was afraid that the efficiency of the police station would be too low. If the murderer was not caught, the rumors on the Internet would not be calmed down.
About twenty minutes later, Shi Jin drove up.
Before Mo Bing left, he made a move to Jiang Jiusheng: "Man, you have to coax."
Jiang Jiusheng stood by the side of the road and called out, "Shi Jin."
He walked over: "Did you get bullied at the police station?"
"No."
He doesn't speak.
Jiang Jiusheng took his hand: "Are you still angry with me?"
"I'm angry with myself." Shi Jin walked up to her, eyes tightly wrapped around her eyes, and said solemnly, "In the future, if you want to travel far, you can go with me, no matter what where."
Apart from bringing her by his side, he won't be at ease wherever she is, so to avoid fear, it's better not to leave her at every step.
Jiang Jiusheng imagined it for a while, and then asked, "Then what if I travel far?"
Shi Jin said firmly, "Either take me away, or not let you go."
It's so extreme, some people will coax it in the future.
After all, they are a doctor and a singer, and it seems a bit extravagant to be inseparable.
Jiang Jiusheng didn't refute him, and she didn't easily make verbal promises. She held Shi Jin's hand, her body was a little tired, her nerves were too tense before, but when she saw him, it was like a tense string suddenly loosened, and she felt a sense of indifference. , The physical reaction suddenly became strong.
"Shi Jin," she said suddenly, "my stomach hurts."
Shi Jin frowned, and felt the temperature of her forehead with the back of her hand, it was a little cold.
He knelt down: "Come up, I'll carry you on my back."
Jiang Jiusheng smiled and lay on his back.
He, no matter how angry he is, as long as he feels a little distressed, he can't bear to blame him.
"It seems to be ahead of schedule again." She put her chin on Shijin's shoulder and muttered in a low voice, her stomach hurts, probably the little days are coming.
Shi Jin walked very slowly, and the car was parked opposite. He carried her on his back and walked for a long time: "From now on, before menstruation, cold drinks are no longer allowed." He stopped and turned to look at her, "If you don't listen, "
Talk, halfway through,
Jiang Jiusheng smiled and asked, "How?"
Shi Jin fell silent.
He really couldn't do anything to her, he couldn't bear to beat her and scold her.
Regarding the supernatural murder incident, there are many voices on the Internet. Jiang Jiusheng's fans naturally support idols, but there are also many brainless keyboard warriors. I will speak generously.
The Internet is like this, the power of self-media is too powerful, it can be praised, but it can also be disliked. In the final analysis, artists consume netizens, and netizens also consume artists.
Since the serial murder case, there have been a lot of black people dissing Jiang Jiusheng. Here, I would like to mention that a certain violinist surnamed Xie should stop hating netizens with a trumpet.
Tomorrow I'm about to ascend: "That's great Jiang Jiusheng, whoever you want to kill will be killed."
Xie Dang is the best who doesn’t accept rebuttals and replies @ I'm flying up in the future：“I want to kill you, why are you still alive?”
The trousers worn in winter are called autumn trousers: "Jiang Jiusheng was present in all three murders, who would believe it if it didn't matter?"
Xie Dang is the best who doesn’t accept rebuttals and replies @ Fuyuto's trousers are spiked: “Jiang Jiusheng’s every Weibo post is black, who would believe it if it’s not a sailor?”
Passer-by A, B and C: "The three deceased are all female artists. Could it be that Jiang Jiusheng cast a curse because he was jealous of their beauty?"
Xie Dang is the best who doesn’t accept rebuttals and replies to @ Aizo Michito: “You can be ignorant, but please don’t be blind.”
There are too many replies like this.
This [Xie Dang is the best without explaining and rebutting] netizen single-handedly dissed countless sunspots who dissed Jiang Jiusheng. Then, sharp-eyed netizens discovered a clue.
Those who eat yogurt and don’t lick the bottle cap are local tyrants: “He likes every Weibo post by Xie Dang, and he only likes Xie Dang. This is Xie Dang’s trumpet, right? @Xiehu is best not to listen to discussions.”
Everyone praised it one after another, thinking it made sense.
Song Jing was going crazy, she slapped the computer desk in the studio, and couldn't bear it any longer: "Xie Dang, don't post again! If you post again, others will know it's you!"