Chapter 134

Agent he Xiangbo comes in: "it's your turn."

They got up and went to the studio one by one. He Xiangbo followed them and couldn't help but remind them, "you two should keep a distance. After all, Su Qing is a man."

Jiang Jiusheng and Su Qian smile at each other and continue to walk together.

He Xiangbo shakes his head straight. Anyway, he has willful capital. Moreover, Jiang Jiusheng's fans are really very sensible and directly label Su Qing as a "man's best friend".

At the corner of the corridor, no one has been seen yet. I can hear the hurried footsteps and the impatient urge of women.

"What are you doing dawdling about? Don't hurry! "

At this time, a man came out of the corner, holding several clothes in his hand. He seemed afraid of the clothes dragging the ground, and raised his hand over his head.

"That's it."

It's catkins. I haven't seen them for half a month. I've lost a lot of weight. I'm not as domineering as I used to be. I look down and smooth. I've smoothed the edges.

She also saw Jiang Jiusheng. Her eyes dodged and she ran over with her head down.

Ahead, the woman who urged catkins seemed to see something. Her eyes were fixed, she folded a few steps back, went to Jiang Jiusheng and bowed: "Miss Jiang."

Jiang Jiusheng was shocked for a moment, then nodded.

A woman in her forties is not outstanding. She is wearing a professional suit and doesn't like the look of anger. Jiang Jiusheng is sure that she doesn't know her.

After saying hello, the woman led several artists away.

"Yes?" Su asked.

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "I don't know."

Su Qing is funny: "is her bow serious?" It's really strange that she looks respectful. "She's SJ's trump card agent. She has won three Movie Masters in four years. Liao filmed in the next studio, with JingSe as a crew."

Jiang Jiusheng doesn't know much about the film and television industry, but he doesn't listen.

Su Qian said again: "the catkins of the play also appeared, as if it was a prostitute, female N number."

Jiang Jiusheng was a little surprised: "she changed her career?"

"You don't know." Jiang Jiusheng's two ears don't hear what's going on outside the window. Su Qing said to her, "LiuXu signs to rolling stone international under SJ's, and then she's transformed into an actor. All the groups play soy sauce, and all the characters are red women. After all, her image is there, and she's stubborn enough to receive all the notices, brush her face everywhere, and," pause, keep her voice down, "I don't know How many beds have you changed? "

It's a little puzzling for Su Qian. SJ's is the leader of the electronic industry. Rolling stone international, a subsidiary of SJ's, has become more and more popular in the entertainment media in the past two years. Although its style is not decent, it has not encouraged the artists to play the role of hidden rules, but willow catkins. Its attitude is a little different. If you really want to hold it, there must be a means to let her struggle at the bottom, or even to boost the momentum.

In a word, no one knows if SJ's is going to help in the snow or make it worse.

Jiang Jiusheng laughed it off and said, "each man has his own life."

The program starts at 8:30. It's an indoor variety show. In the middle of the recording, the dome light suddenly flashes, and the studio suddenly makes a noise.

I heard Su Qian shouting.

"Sheng Sheng!"

Jiang Jiusheng suddenly looked up and the ceiling lamp on the fixed rail was loose and fell down without warning.

"Ah --"

the scream resounded throughout the studio, the ceiling lamp falling to the ground was split, mixed with blood and rolled all over the ground.

Fifteen minutes later, the police arrived at the TV station and isolated the scene of the crime. The chief officer was dressed in a traffic police uniform, his hair was short and his outline was even stronger.

He pushed the door into the Lounge: "Miss Jiang."

Jiang Jiusheng, wrapped in a coat, sat on a single sofa, looking very bad. She looked up and nodded, "team Huo."

The voice was calm and calm.

Huo Yining sat opposite and took out a small book from his chest pocket.

Victim: Lin Feng.

Location: TV station.

"Good."

Jiang Jiusheng opens the handsfree, puts the mobile phone on the cabinet, lies in the quilt, the ear, has the wind, sometimes Jin's voice.

Not for a while, she was sleepy, and the rest of the stereo was around her ears.

A night without a dream.

The sky light broke through the clouds, and the first morning light in the cold winter came down through the curtain and fell on the eyelashes, trembling like a fluttering butterfly wing.

The person on the bed turned over, lifted his eyelids, held the quilt, rubbed his eyes, and went to take the cell phone on the bedside table to watch the time.

The screen is still on the call interface.

Jiang Jiusheng's sleepiness suddenly disappeared. He put his mobile phone in his ear: "Shijin?"

At the other end of the phone, Jin's voice came: "well, I'm here."

His voice was hoarse and tired. He didn't sleep all night.

All of a sudden, her eyes were sore, and she missed him very much.

At ten o'clock in the morning, yesterday's murder was reported. It is obvious that the TV station has done public relations. Not to mention the scene of the murder, even the road transparency has not flowed out. There are not too many negative things, just the scene accident. It is conceivable how many networks are involved in this case. After all, it is related to the survival of a TV station. Even the local government dare not be careless and try to lead things to the positive side. However, it still caused a great sensation. After all, the victim is a public figure with high social attention.For two days, the heat of the case did not subside. Jiang Jiusheng heard Mo Bing say that the case was stagnant, no new clues emerged, and no criminal suspects were targeted.

However -

one wave is not flat, one wave is rising again.

It was the third day of Lin's accidental death. Two old agents of Tianyu media held a wedding ceremony in Tianhe hotel. Almost half of the entertainment circle came on that day, which was unprecedented.

It was in the parking lot of Tianhe hotel that the murder happened again. The same female artist was killed and the first witness was Jiang Jiusheng.

Ten minutes before the murder, it was 11:44 a.m.

Jiang Jiusheng stops and dials Mo Bing.

"Mo Bing, here I am."

Mo Bing is noisy. She deliberately turns up the volume and says, "it's hard to find the wedding hall. You wait at the exit of the parking lot for a while, and I'll send someone to pick you up."

"Good." Jiang Jiusheng hung up and got off after wearing a mask.

At that end, the wedding hall, Mo Bing just hung up the phone, Yuwen stormed to his feet.

"I'll pick her up."

Mo Bing quickly waved: "I'll let Xiao Jin go." It's not necessary to bother the boss to pick up the car himself.

Yuwen stormed to take the coat: "I just want to go out to smoke." He turned and left the lobby.

Jiang Jiusheng has been waiting at the exit of the parking lot for nearly ten minutes, because Tianyu has contracted the whole hotel to hold a wedding. At this point, the whole parking lot is almost empty. Suddenly, there is a woman's scream behind him.

"Ah!"

The voice was flustered and frightened.

Jiang Jiusheng hesitated for a short time, then he found the voice and walked in for a while. The woman's voice and cry became more and more clear.

"Come on!"

"Help!"

Jiang Jiusheng turns around, walks into a main road line, looks up and sees a car, a black Land Rover, chasing a woman, driving faster and faster.

"Help -"

the cry for help came to an abrupt end.

Black quickly pulled into the pupil, a loud bang, the woman was hit by the waist fly, high body thrown up.

Jiang Jiusheng was stunned for a moment. His fingers trembled slightly. He took out his mobile phone from his bag and dialed the emergency call: "this is the underground garage of Tianhe hotel. Someone had a car accident --"

the voice hasn't fallen yet. The Land Rover that hit the stone pillar suddenly hit the steering wheel and hit Jiang Jiusheng. It was so fast that it didn't give a reaction time at all.

Only to see, the black body galloped.

"Sheng Sheng!"

Shouts came from behind. Jiang Jiusheng felt her waist tightened and yanked hard. She fell backward. There was a fast-moving wind in her ear, and the car almost wiped her body.

Yu Wen rushes to embrace her and falls to the ground together. He rolls half a circle subconsciously, protecting her inside. There is still panic in his eyes: "is there any injury?"

Jiang Jiusheng stared at the car body flying away, with a worried look.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

Yuwen stormed, eyes slightly red, fingers slightly quivering, holding her shoulder lightly shaking twice: "you should me, don't scare me."

Jiang Jiusheng then slowly returned to his mind: "Yuwen."

Yuwen stormed and breathed a sigh of relief: "well, it's me." He looked at it carefully, with a thin sweat on his forehead, and asked anxiously, "is there any injury? Where did you fall? "

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head.

Yuwen stormed a little, but also supported her: "can you stand up?"

"I'm fine." She stood up, her eyes turned to the main road, the woman lying in a pool of blood, motionless, "call first aid, and then, call the police."

But it's late.

The paramedics rushed to the scene 15 minutes later, and the victim was not breathing.

The police cordoned off the scene and were collecting evidence.

"Unfortunately, Miss Jiang, we have met again." Huo Yining is still wearing a traffic police uniform, with the police cap in his hand, walking towards Jiang Jiusheng.

She just said, "it's unfortunate."

His face is not very good. He looks calm.

In a week, he witnessed two murders. Jiang Jiusheng '.

After Huo Yining conducted the scene collection, he told the two witnesses: "can you spare some time and I go to the police station to make a record?"

Yuwen stormed to take off his coat to Jiang Jiusheng, put on her hat for her, almost covering most of her face, which was in front of her, saying: "she is a public figure, and there are many people watching outside. I'm afraid of rumors, so please clear up first."

Huo Yining gives his subordinates a look, and immediately a police officer goes to clear the scene.

"In addition, you can testify. Please keep confidential any information about Jiang Jiusheng." Yuwen Chong Feng stressed that the tone was completely non-negotiable.

Huo Yining holds hands: "of course."police station.

Jiang Jiusheng and Yuwen Chongfeng recorded the records separately. It was Huo Yining who was in charge of Jiang Jiusheng. Mostly because she was the first witness, Huo Yining went to the 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 tried to restore the scene she saw in detail.

"And the car? What are the characteristics? " Huo Yining knocks the keyboard and waits for Jiang Jiusheng's answer.

She recalled: "black Land Rover, it's new, ordinary, the license plate is covered with black cloth." Thinking again, he added, "there are golden ornaments hanging on the window."

Huo Yining wrote down the key words and asked, "did you see the face of the car owner?"

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "wearing a black mask and cap, white gloves on his hands, and a watch."

"And the watch? Do you have an impression? "

She shook her head again.

The murderer obviously pretended carefully. Even if there was monitoring, there was no evidence to be used. Huo Yining rubbed the blank key of the computer a few times: "are there any other features? For example, eye shape, hair, neck and arm, are there any special places? "

"Tattoos." Jiang Jiusheng twisted his eyebrows, straightened out the picture in his brain, and said, "it seems that there is a tattoo on his arm."

Huo Yining immediately asked, "do you remember the pattern of the tattoo?"

"Just remember it's black."

I asked some more questions and found nothing.

At one o'clock at noon, I finished the record.

Huo Yining closed his laptop: "it's hard." He tore half of the paper, wrote a string of numbers and handed them over, "if you still remember anything, you can contact me at any time."

Jiang Jiusheng took over, and when he got up, he asked Huo Yining, "don't you doubt me?"

"Why doubt you?" he asked

"I'm on both murders."

Huo Yining stretched out a pair of long legs, put on the police hat on the table without delay, put on a bright yellow traffic police uniform, and became more dignified. However, there was a little Yapi in his eyes. He said quietly: "I don't believe in coincidence and chance, and I don't guess from nothing. I just believe in evidence," he reached out, pointed to his head, "and my brain."

Handsome men, handsome people's police.

Jiang Jiusheng smiled and left the interrogation room.

Huo Yining went out, went back to the office and ordered the following police officer: "send a copy of the personal information of the deceased to my computer."

"Yes, Huo."

Huo Yining's data hasn't been read, and the brother below said: "Huo team, there is a discovery."

He looks up and taps his fingertips on the table. "Say it."

"The victim is the same company as the victim of the TV station's murder the other day, and they have a good relationship."

"Of which company."

"Qin's entertainment."

Huo Yining got up and went to the colleague's computer: "what about Jiang Jiusheng?"

"She's from Tianyu media," said the colleague with a "I don't know about it." He went over the information of the two dead again and wondered, "is it a serial murder?"

Huo Yining rubbed his chin and thought for a long time: "combine the two cases."

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