Friday, April 30.
The sun was exceptionally bright on this day, and the morning fog that had been intermittent for more than half a month dissipated early. It was a rare sunny and warm weather.
Beiquan got up early in the morning, took a shower, and ate something at random, then pulled up to Zhu Ling and started sorting out yesterday's hotline.
Zhu Ling was very skilled in this work.
In chronological order, she took down the newspapers that had been arranged on the bookshelf and stacked them on the desk.
Then she took last week's local daily newspaper and started flipping through it.
Zhu Ling turned the newspaper at an astonishing speed, turning two pages in one second.
But this does not mean that she is the kind of legendary "photographic memory" that can be seen at a glance and unforgettable.
On the contrary, in the process of flipping the newspaper, she didn't even open her eyes at all.
If someone had used a high-speed camera to film Zhu Ling's page-turning movements and played it back in slow motion, they would have found that her fingertips that were in contact with the paper extended out ink lines that were thinner than spider silk, covering everything on the paper. The layout quickly merges with the ink printed on it and then separates.
This seems to be Zhu Ling's method of "reading newspapers".
After flipping through a few newspapers, Zhu Ling suddenly stopped.
"found it."
She took out one of the pages and handed it to Beiquan who was waiting beside her.
"On the 2nd of this month, there was a vicious wounding and fatal accident in a certain media company. It should be the case you heard about last night."
Beiquan took the newspaper and read it carefully.
According to the report, two employees of a media company in this city had an argument over a personal dispute. One of them cut the throat of the other with a utility knife, causing the other to suffocate to death. The details are indeed the same as what the woman who claimed to be Xiaoqing said yesterday. of no discrepancies.
"It should be this company."
Beiquan returned the newspaper to Zhu Ling and said with a smile, "Contact 'her' to find out the details of the case."
Zhu Ling folded the newspaper, rolled it into a tube, held it in his hand, and nodded:
"clear."
Just when she turned around and was about to leave the room, she suddenly heard a chuckle from Beiquan.
Zhu Ling stopped, turned around and asked:
"why are you laughing?"
"it's okay no problem."
Beiquan hurriedly waved his hand to signal her not to care:
"I'm just a little curious about how charming the S who is said to be a man will fall in love with her."
He smiled and pointed to himself:
"After all, you know, people like me don't know who's better than anyone else..."
"North Spring!"
Zhu Ling interrupted Beiquan's unfinished words briefly and sternly.
Her delicate eyebrows were twisted into a deep knot, "Don't talk nonsense!"
"Yes, yes, I was wrong."
Seeing that Zhu Ling was about to get angry, Beiquan quickly admitted his mistake: "I won't talk nonsense, I won't talk nonsense again! Really, I promise!"
Zhu Ling's face still did not ease.
She was fixed, looking at Beiquan for a moment, her pair of pupils were too deep, as if she could see through the true emotions hidden behind the handsome and cynical smile of the other party.
Beiquan was stared at by Zhu Ling, but he didn't feel nervous at all. He just rolled his eyes and smiled softly and innocently, completely harmless to humans and animals.
"… "
Zhu Ling was silent for a while, then took a step away from his eyes.
"You restrain yourself."
She warned:
"Especially don't talk nonsense in front of 'that kid'."
"Oh, I see."
Beiquan was taught obediently: "I promise not to mention anything that he shouldn't know."
Zhu Ling seemed to have long been immune to Beiquan's good-looking appearance. He snorted lowly, turned his head and took the newspaper out of the study, and left a sentence when he arrived:
"Anyway, when he gets out, I will definitely erase his memory."
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Wei Fuyuan was worried about the ghost's case before the investigation began, so he returned to the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company early after class in the afternoon.
As expected, Beiquan had already prepared clues: "Hey, it's just right to come back, I'll be waiting for you."
Feeling that he is very important, Young Master Wei's vanity swelled a little bit, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised an obvious arc.
"What have you found?"
Wei Fuyuan consciously sat next to Beiquan and automatically entered the detective assistant mode.
"We have probably found Xiaoqing and S's company."
Beiquan replied.
The full name of "a certain media company" in the news is "Lisa Media Co., Ltd.", which is quite large. The head office in Fengxing City alone has nearly 2,000 employees and has a wide range of businesses, such as hosting celebrity weddings and large-scale Recreational activities, launching various platform advertisements and providing different types of models, etc., and often shooting promotional videos and product catalogs for large companies.
The two parties involved in the conflict, the murderer's name is Shen Xing, an advertising copywriter, and the murderer's name is Xu Ziye, the manager of the public relations department.
Judging from the police's investigation records, the two quarreled over a personal dispute at the time. Shen Jihua was angered by Manager Xu, and he took the utility knife on the workbench to try to intimidate the other side.
But Manager Xu not only was not afraid, but also took the initiative to snatch the knife. Shen planning was further stimulated in the scuffle and slit Manager Xu's throat with the knife.
"Actually, Shen Xing's knife was not fatal in one blow."
Beiquan explained:
"But after Xu Ziye fell to the ground, he didn't do anything to help him. The surveillance cameras caught him standing beside him, watching Xu Ziye choked to death on his own blood."
"Well… "
Wei Fuyuan touched his chin, "It's barely understandable to kill someone impulsive, but if you can't save you from death, the nature will be different..."
"That's right."
Beiquan nodded, "The police think so too."
He dug out Shen Xing and Xu Ziye's files and showed them to Wei Fuyuan.
The file contains the basic information of the two people, and also attached photos.
Judging from Master Wei's aesthetic standards, Shen Xing's appearance is very otaku, dry and thin, wearing black-rimmed glasses, not ugly, but also has nothing to do with handsome.
And Xu Ziye is worthy of being the manager of the public relations department, and he is also the face of the company. He is tall and handsome.
"Normally speaking, with their physical differences, it's impossible for Xu Ziye to beat Shen Xing, right?"
Wei Fuyuan immediately thought of the case of Mr. A last week:
"Boss, do you think that Shen Xing is the one who was possessed by the ghost, so he kills?"
"It's a pity, the ghost is not on Shen Xing."
Beiquan shook his head regretfully:
"I have asked Su Ying to see it in the morning. No matter if Shen Xing was affected by the ghost when he committed the murder, anyway, there is no ghost in him now."
Wei Fuyuan wanted to complain, boss, you're pretty cool, you can actually see a criminally detained murderer!
However, after thinking about it, he has seen Guan Hu Suying's ability to pass through walls and walls. As long as he knows where Shen Xing is locked, he should be able to let the little fox find it by himself. It seems that there is nothing to be surprised about. .
"Isn't the clue broken here?"
Wei Fuyuan turned over the files of the two back and forth, and thought of another guess:
"Does this mean that the ghost is likely still in Lisa Media Company?"
"It's not easy to say."
Beiquan said, and stood up directly:
"So let's go investigate now!"
"Now?"
Wei Fuyuan subconsciously looked down at the watch on his wrist:
"It's almost five o'clock now..."
In his perception, this is almost the end of get off work hours for most companies.
"Don't worry, it's a media company, and it's definitely too late now."
Beiquan replied.
As he said that, his eyes swept over Wei Fuyuan, and he smiled meaningfully:
"I remember that you brought several boxes of luggage. There must be a lot of beautiful clothes, right?"
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Wei Fuyuan did bring a lot of clothes that could be seen over here, all of which he bought when he was still financially free. Any set should start with at least four digits, and it is not uncommon to add a zero at the end.
Although they are all the previous styles, just looking at the clothes labels can be quite intimidating. In addition, Young Master Wei's own conditions are superior, and he is completely a walking clothes rack. After dressing up for a while, he is even more handsome. Don't open your eyes.
He changed his clothes and went downstairs. After waiting in the living room for a while, Beiquan was also ready to go out.
Just like his usual habit, Beiquan was still dressed in black from head to toe.
It's just that today's black trench coat is tailored close to the body, with a palm-width belt pinched around the waist, with clear lines. It is called a shoulder width and a thin waist and a narrow hip and long legs.
Even if you don't see the brand in a conspicuous place, Young Master Wei can judge from his own experience that Beiquan's clothes are definitely tailor-made high-end goods.
"Well, not bad."
Beiquan carried his suitcase and umbrella with one hand, which he would never leave his body whenever he went out, and admired Young Master Wei's outfit with a smile:
"Prettier than usual!"
Wei Fuyuan's ears felt a little hot.
He felt so unmotivated.
How can Beiquan's casual compliment make him extraordinarily useful!
The "Santuchuan" Jetta is not worthy of the current outfits of the two, so Beiquan.com made an appointment with a BMW and sent them all the way to their destination.
They are going to the business negotiation office of Lisa Media.
As soon as Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan entered the door, a beautiful girl in a light gray dress greeted them and asked them their identities politely.
"I called to make an appointment just now. The surname is Wei."
Beiquan replied.
Wei Fuyuan: "!?"
He was surprised that Beiquan took his surname as a pseudonym so naturally.
The girl in the light gray dress showed a sudden realization:
"It turned out to be Mr. Wei!"
The girl was attentive and smiled like a flower, "Please come with me."
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan followed her through the front desk and into the back hall.
Lisa Media has deep pockets and directly contracted a 16-story office building as an office space.
The business negotiation office is located in the northeast corner of the first floor, with an independent gate and an oval lobby the size of a basketball court. There are four conference rooms around the lobby, which are specially used to entertain the distinguished guests who come to negotiate.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan were led into the room on the left, where someone was already waiting for them.
The author has something to say: Haha, some readers have seen it, the inspiration for this story is "Fujiang"~