Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Liang Yi, nicknamed Little Auntie, graduated from the Public Security University. But she and Ji Feng were not in the same major. Ji Feng studied criminalistics while she studied public security administration. After graduation, they were assigned to different units. Liang Yi was assigned to an administrative position.

But Liang Yi was not satisfied with just doing paperwork. She yearned for frontline work, which was her dream job. Don't ask why she wanted to be on the frontline after studying law - just blame family conflicts. Those who understand will understand.

Anyway, after working in her assigned position for two years, she began looking for ways to transfer. The process was not smooth.

At the time of the famous artist homicide case, why was she working alone? It was because she was in a transitional period after her job transfer, but her personnel status had not changed yet.

All her colleagues were busy with other cases, leaving her alone in the office.

She was extremely unhappy about it. So when she received the report, she gritted her teeth, stamped her feet, and took advantage of her colleagues' busyness to investigate the case at the resort by herself. It must be said that she was lucky to have met Jian Jing there, and together they cracked the case.

She successfully transferred to her desired position. That's where she is today, with an official assignment.

The coroner began examining the corpse while the forensic investigator started processing the scene. Jian Jing accompanied them and provided explanations.

The scene was processed quickly. Jian Jing had already taken plenty of photos yesterday and recorded everything on video, even bagging all the evidence neatly.

The other police officers all said, "Ms. Jian is very professional."

"I've learned some basics from writing detective novels," Jian Jing said modestly. "How long will it take you to determine the cause of death?" she asked the coroner.

The coroner replied, "Seven to eight hours."

Liang Yi said, "Let's go talk to that female celebrity surnamed Tao."

Jian Jing had asked the innkeeper to look after the female celeb Tao, but her condition had not improved. She was still running a fever, delirious at times, and occasionally convulsing, very much like someone possessed.

"Let's send her to the hospital for examination," Liang Yi decided immediately. "The road is open now, we'll send her over in a patrol car."

And so, female celeb Tao was rushed to the nearest hospital.

At this time, Shao Meng's assistant returned.

He was panic-stricken. "What happened?"

"Are you Shao Meng's assistant?" Liang Yi stared at him.

Dressed in her police uniform today, she was tall and towering, looking down at the assistant with great oppressiveness.

The assistant nodded hastily. "Yes, I mean, it can't be Big Bro Shao..."

"Shao Meng is dead. We have some questions for you," Liang Yi said. "Please cooperate with our investigation."

The assistant's eyes widened, showing traces of fear on his face. When brought into a private room for questioning, his unease grew stronger.

"I'll ask the questions, you answer them. No concealment, understand?"

"Un-understood."

"Your name."

"Shao Bin."

"Age."

"21."

"What's your relationship with Shao Meng?"

"I...I'm his assistant."

"You both have the same surname Shao. Is that a coincidence?"

"No, I'm his cousin."

"Where were you from yesterday afternoon till this morning?"

"I went to buy medicine for Big Bro Shao yesterday, but the road was blocked on my way back. So I stayed overnight in town. The hotel staff can testify, Officer, I have nothing to do with Big Bro Shao's death!"

"What medicine did you buy?"

"Big Bro Shao said he had stomach discomfort, and seemed to have a cold too. So I bought some stomach medicine and cold remedies for him."

"Did Shao Meng have any mental health issues?"

"No."

"Jingjing." The door opened and Scriptwriter Xu poked his head in. "Come over for a minute."

"What's up?"

"Auditions." Xu let out a sigh. "Old Huang is so anxious he's getting mouth ulcers."

This morning, Feiyu Entertainment received the news and knew Shao Meng had died. The higher-ups called Director Huang, and though they didn't say much, everyone knew that with the male lead role suddenly vacant, a bloody storm was bound to come.

Between the investors and director, it was either the east wind overwhelming the west wind, or the west wind overwhelming the east wind.

Director Huang understood that Feiyu was hesitant to reveal anything externally before the case details were clear. Once the news got out, there would be lots of trouble.

It would be best for him to nail down the new male lead before others got involved. Otherwise, if the investors forced in an unsatisfactory lead, not only would collaboration be unhappy, their first hard-won reputation for quality could be ruined - he'd have nowhere to cry.

Luckily there was a ready candidate.

Director Huang took out a freshly written script, planning to have Xie Wei audition for the role of the demon. Similarly, to keep things temporarily confidential, he also gave Jiang, Xue, and Zhang a chance to audition.

Jian Jing understood Director Huang's concerns and agreed to cooperate.

"You'll like Xie Wei," scriptwriter Xu said in a low voice. "I met him a year ago. Back then, he still looked a bit decadent. Who would've thought he'd change so dramatically when we met again this time? Wow, that aura, it's like an international superstar."

Jian Jing said, "I thought he had always been like this."

Scriptwriter Xu shook his head: "He wasn't so dazzling before. After ten years of decline, how good could he be? I didn't expect to see him reborn when we met yesterday."

Jian Jing didn't say anything more.

After she arrived, Director Huang immediately announced the start.

Sunshine streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, extremely bright and sunny. But when it fell on Xie Wei, he seemed to become a black hole, absorbing all the light and leaving behind chaos.

Xie Wei stood there, his gaze sweeping over the distant flowers and plants, moving to the nearby tables and chairs. His posture was leisurely and natural, as if he knew he didn't fit in but didn't care, looking around in a lazy, bored manner.

Then his head tilted slightly to the side, as if catching some interesting information. His eyes looked towards a certain spot in the distance, gradually focusing.

So everyone understood that someone was walking towards him.

How strange. Without any physical presence or action, just the subtle expressions on his face conveyed so much information. Jian Jing's heart rose with his performance, feeling unprecedented tension.

She was the first to realize which scene he was acting out.

The imaginary person approached, stopping a few steps away from him.

Xie Wei's lips curved up slightly as he uttered his lines gently but extremely clearly:

"Hello, Hunter."

Dead silence on set.

Delight flashed in Director Huang's eyes, then doubt. Scriptwriter Xu stroked his thighs excitedly, appreciating Xie Wei's performance. Xue Xiaosheng looked at them hesitantly, shifting uneasily. Zhang Hongchun bit down hard on her plump lips, her expression inscrutable.

Jiang BaiYan clenched his fists tightly, his whole body tensed like an iron plate.

Xie Wei wasn't speaking to him, yet he felt the visceral fear and shudder of facing the devil head-on. Was his acting already so terrifying?

In the silence, Director Huang spoke: "Jing Jing, what do you think?"

"He performed very well," Jian Jing said. She looked at Xie Wei again, gazing at him for a long time.

Xie Wei asked, "Does Teacher Jian have anything to say to me?"

Jian Jing smiled. She leaned her elbows on the table, resting her chin in her palms, looking very much like a little girl. But her eyes were far from a child's innocence, sharp and piercing instead.

"You played the demon very well," she said. "But I feel you're more suited to play the Hunter."

Xie Wei was taken aback, staring deeply at her. "Why?"

"You know why," Jian Jing said.

Xie Wei was silent.

She stood up and walked over to stand in front of him, staring into his eyes.

Although she was at least 20 cm shorter, Jian Jing seemed to have the upper hand in this confrontation, subtly suppressing Xie Wei's strange aura.

"There's also a monster living in your heart," her voice was very soft, but her eyes were like blades. "Xie Wei, what are you hiding? Does Shao Meng's death have anything to do with you?"