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Before he could speak again, Xia Yang had hung up the phone, leaving only a beeping blind tone on the receiver.
Han Yi put down his cell phone and gestured to the new secretary, indicating that he could go out.
"Mr. Han, it's snowing outside. Do you need me to stay for a while and take you home after you finish your overtime work?"
"Need not."
"Okay, Mr. Han, I'll leave first."
After the secretary finished speaking, he left. Han Yi looked at the time and looked out the window. The gray night sky sprinkled fine snowflakes, and the street was lightly covered with white.
He touched his phone and hesitated for a moment to send a message to Xia Yang.
[Han Yi]: The temperature will drop tomorrow
After sending it, he did not log out of WeChat immediately. He clicked into Xia Yang's circle of friends and looked at the photos he had just seen.
The beautiful young man stands out in the group photo. He is a born star, shining brightly and dazzlingly.
He said that he envied other people's marriages, probably because normal couples are attracted to each other, attracted to each other, and are united out of liking and love.
Unlike them, the relationship is a piece of paper agreement.
Han Yi's mind was in chaos, with various thoughts and emotions intertwined together, like a knotted yarn ball.
After waiting for more than half an hour, the coffee on the table was completely cold, the snow outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the pinned contact dialog box was still silent without any response.
He could feel that Xia Yang was having trouble with him.
He could probably guess some of the reasons, but he couldn't be sure and found it unbelievable because the reasons he analyzed were contradictory to the facts he had learned before.
So there must be a problem here.
This night, Han Yi hardly slept.
It snowed heavily all night and finally stopped early the next morning.
After getting up and washing up, he stood by the floor-to-ceiling window for a while, took his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Xia Yang.
[Han Yi]: Let’s talk some time.
As soon as the message was sent, I saw a line flashing at the top: "The other party is typing..."
But after typing for more than half an hour, I only got a two-word reply.
[Yang]: What are we talking about
[Han Yi]:. . . I have a question to ask you
[Yang]: Aren’t you very busy
[Han Yi]: Not busy
[Yang]: You are not busy, but I am very busy. Let’s do this. I will toss a coin later. If it stands up, I will talk to you about fifty cents.
[Han Yi]:. . . . .
*
Xia Yang got up early today.
The entire crew arrived at the cinema before 9 o'clock.
It was clearing up after the snow. The meager sunlight fell on the earth through the sparse branches, and a deep chill enveloped the top of the head.
The pavilions and pavilions in the movie theater are all covered with a snow quilt, and layers of transparent ice are condensed under the stacked roof tiles and dripping eaves.
A beautiful scene after snow in winter.
During this morning's outdoor shooting, Xia Yang was in good condition, almost all in one shot.
Li Ke and Lin Yi shivered in the biting cold wind, and were scolded by the director because of their hard facial expressions.
"Is it okay? Are you the only one who is cold? We are both men, how can Xia Yang be able to handle it!"
At this moment, Xia Yang was squatting in the snow, holding a dead branch and drawing a heart.
"You, you, you... aren't you cold, Ah Yang?" Lin Yi held a cup of hot coffee and moved to Xia Yang's side. His tongue was too cold to work. He reached out and touched his costume, a thin layer, as if It's not thicker than them.
Li Ke crazily stuffed warm palace treasures into his waist from an angle that the director couldn't see: "You actually had the energy to draw hearts on the ground when shooting outdoor scenes in this damn weather... Those who didn't know better thought you were going to dig wild vegetables!"
Xia Yang raised her head, her cheeks were slightly red, and her curled eyelashes were stained with two broken snow petals.
"It's not bad. If I'm in a good mood, I'll be enthusiastic about whatever I do." He grinned.
The good mood comes from the WeChat chat with my plastic husband in the morning.
The feeling of being pinched made him feel physically happy and refreshed, and his mind was filled with the idea of finishing these scenes quickly so that he could go back to tossing coins.
"Tang Siming, Wang Ze, and Xia Yang are entering the studio to prepare for the next scene." The director greeted them at the top of his voice.
Xia Yang responded, shook her cold red hands, and ran towards the studio.
After entering the shed, he took off his down jacket and put on his costume. The sudden drop in body temperature made him sneeze twice in succession.
It was cold inside the shed, and the temperature was only a few degrees higher than outside. The two small heating suns emitted a thin layer of heat, which was of almost no use unless they were close.
The director came over and looked at him from top to bottom: "Whether it's cold or not, do you want to drink a bowl of ginger tea before filming? Don't catch a cold."
"No, I can't swallow the smell of ginger." Xia Yang breathed again and rubbed his palms.
"Okay, then hurry up and shoot, finish shooting early and go to bed early!"
This scene is an interrogation scene.
Shen Xing and Xiao Chang took Lin Yi back to the interrogation room of the criminal police detachment.
Lin Yi confessed all the facts—
"Liang Shanyi came to me that day and said that he was in trouble and needed my help. Mr. Liang supported me for all four years of college. He was very kind to me. In addition, he said that he would give me a thank you fee and send me abroad when things are done. It’s hard for me to refuse such a request to study abroad. But I don’t know what Mr. Liang did, let alone that he would be related to the murder... "
After several inquiries, the suspicion of Lin Yi directly committing the crime was basically eliminated. He was used by Liang Shanyi. The latest evidence provided by the forensic doctor shows that some kind of illegal drug ingredient was found in the nasal mucosa of the deceased He He, which can easily control the human nerve center. After inhaling a few milliliters, one will completely lose consciousness and become a puppet.
The technical staff also discovered through investigation that Liang Shanyi had helped others sell such illegal drugs before he became rich in his early years. However, he was underage at the time and was not the principal culprit, so he was exempted from criminal detention and only received criticism and education in the shelter.
So Liang Shanyi is the murderer of this murder case.
"Liang Shanyi, you illegally concealed and used illegal drugs and concealed the facts. What else do you have to say to defend yourself now?" Xiao Chang asked loudly.
Liang Shanyi gently closed his eyes and said in a calm tone: "He deserves to die. I did use drugs on him, but I didn't kill anyone."
"Go! Change the scene for the next scene." said the director.
The second scene is in the office conference room.
Xiao Chang flicked through several transcripts and fell into deep thought: "Liang Shanyi illegally used drugs and illegally detained the victim, but he insisted that he did not kill anyone."
"This is what I have been thinking about. Maybe we are all deceived by certain appearances," Shen Xing stood up and took out a sealed express package.
"What is this?" Xiao Chang asked.
"This is the fluorine diazepam that was just delivered to Hehe's house this morning." Shen Xing opened the package and marked an "×" with a red marker in the column of the deceased.
"The deceased was indeed not killed by Liang Shanyi, nor was he killed by Lin You. He killed himself." Shen Xing said.
Everyone in the criminal investigation team was stunned. Xiao Chang pointed to the express package in disbelief and asked, "But when He He died, hadn't these two bottles of sleeping pills not been delivered yet?!"
"Yes, but his motives are already clear. It's just that he didn't choose to swallow Diazepam in the end. Do you still remember the ring taken out of his body?" Shen Xing spread out a photo in the attachment of the autopsy report and pointed to it. He pointed out that those bottomless pupils were full of perseverance and determination, "He wanted to use his death to 'kill' another person."
At this point, the truth has been completely revealed. Technicians used three-dimensional animation simulation to restore the entire case.
The day before the incident, Liang Zhengyi used his wife Lin You's mobile phone to send a message to the designer He He, saying that she would attend a party tomorrow and asked him to deliver the clothes to the villa one day in advance. When He He delivered it, it was arranged in advance. The good Liang Shanyi was detained in a basement of the villa on the grounds of "breaking into a private house".
He pressed him about the relationship between He He and Lin You, and the two had a conflict. He He soon lost his consciousness under the influence of the drug. When he woke up again, he found himself in a theater-like place. , the audience was full of spectators, some of whom were his acquaintances.
And he had already "performed" an extraordinary "big play" on the stage, and what was played back on the big screen directly opposite was the "wonderful performance" he had just performed.
Under this mental sojourn method, Hehe suffered a nervous breakdown. When he returned home, he placed an order for sleeping pills sold through informal channels, but the seller told him that he would have to wait for at least two weeks.
After a day of mental torture, he finally chose another way and deliberately put Liang Shanyi's ring in his body, hoping to create the illusion of death through sexual abuse and use his death to splash the blood of the instigator...
But he never expected that the ring he accidentally found in the basement of the villa was not actually Liang Shanyi's.
Although it is a men's model, it was a gift given to Lin You by Liang Shanyi on her birthday last month, and her name was engraved on the inner wall of the ring.
"Kah, thank you for your hard work," the director called out and stood up from behind the monitor, "Congratulations to Lin Yi for finishing the shoot!"
"congratulations."
Everyone applauded, and Bai Xiaoxiao gave him a bouquet of flowers, followed by looks of envy and jealousy.
"Ah, I really want to finish the movie, but my husband is pitiful. I just left him at home and sat on a cold bed as soon as he got the certificate."
"You were the last one to finish the project, so you decided happily!" The director showed his indifferent affection.
Bai Xiaoxiao secretly grinded his teeth and flew one eye knife after another.
Middle-aged singles are really cruel!
Near noon, snowflakes started to fall in the sky that had just cleared up. The director invited the whole crew to eat mutton hot pot and start shooting later in the afternoon.
Xia Yang bundled up in her down jacket and came over to ask for leave from the director.
"Director Guo, I'm a little tired and want to take a nap in the car. When you come back, call me into the shed."
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" the director asked.
"No, I didn't sleep well last night. Let's catch up on it."
The director looked at him and said without any further force, "Okay, you go to bed first and I'll let Xiaojun pack the bags for you."
Back in the nanny's car, Xia Yang turned on the heating to the maximum and filled a hot water bottle to hold her.
He didn't realize it before, but now he felt colder and colder. Waves of chills were like countless ants burrowing into his body. He sneezed several times in succession, making him dizzy.
He drank a large glass of hot water, forced his eyelids open, and prayed devoutly to God.
Buddha bless him, he can't get sick, Han Yi is still waiting to chat with him, and he hasn't thrown the coin yet!
Praying like this, he slowly closed his eyelids and fell into a drowsy sleep.
I don’t know how long it took, but I felt someone opening the car door.
"Brother Yang? It's time to do it, Brother Yang!" The assistant's voice floated faintly in his ears. Xia Yang raised his eyelids and waved helplessly.
"Brother Yang's face is so red," Xiaojun put down the packing box and leaned over to touch his forehead, "Oh my god, it's so hot. Brother Yang has a fever!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Siming quickly tested the temperature in his hands, then turned around to the other side of the car and sat in the cab.
"You go and ask for leave from the director for him and buy some medicine. I'll take him back to the hotel to rest now."
"Okay, Teacher Tang."
Tang Siming fastened his seat belt and drove the nanny car out of the cinema. While waiting for the red light, he took out his mobile phone and sent Han Yi a WeChat message.
[Oscar Reservation Tang]: Brother Yi, are you busy? Talk about it
After sending the message, there was no movement for a while. Tang Siming stepped on the accelerator and sped towards the hotel. It wasn't until the car drove onto the viaduct that his cell phone rang.
[Han Yi]: Busy, inconvenient
Tang Siming glanced at it and guessed that workaholics would say this. I sent him WeChat messages during working hours, but most of the time he would not reply.
Coming back is already a gift.
It was inconvenient to type while driving, so he put on a Bluetooth headset and sent a voice message.
"Oh, I'm actually fine. My sister-in-law suddenly has a fever. Let me tell you."
"Don't worry too much, Brother Yi. I'm taking my sister-in-law back to the hotel now, and my assistant has already gone to buy medicine."
As soon as the second voice message passed, Han Yi's phone number flashed on the screen.
Tang Siming pressed the answer button on his earphones. Before he could speak, he heard Han Yi's deep voice coming from the phone: "Tell me the room number and I'll be there right away."
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It’s a new year, I wish all the little cuties may be beautiful, prosperous, safe and healthy~