Let Go of That Blackened Heroine

Chapter 11 Night God

Seeing Mamoru Yoshioka fall, the middle-aged man shouted, lying on the ground while commanding the people around him.

The photographers around him were also about to get down immediately, but he roared angrily: "Why are you hiding, you go take pictures, big news!"

At this moment, a script had already emerged in his mind. The victim invited a sniper and killed Yoshioka Mamoru with a single shot at the press conference.

This is really eye-catching big news.

Of course, it wouldn't be good if he got shot, so he had to stay hidden.

The photographers around me were helpless.

If there are snipers, the boss can only hide. Employees like them have to risk their work.

At this moment, a policeman came over and said, "What a sniper, it's a falling object, it's just a brick."

"Someone threw a brick?" the middle-aged man lying on the ground asked regretfully.

If it wasn’t for the sniper, the news would lose its appeal. The murderer was shot to death by a mysterious sniper, and there was a big difference between being killed by a brick falling from the sky.

"Have you checked?" asked a police officer.

"I didn't see anyone." Someone next to him replied.

"What about monitoring?"

"It will take a while to find out, but I asked people around, and no one went upstairs at this time. Moreover, this kind of bricks are just picked up casually."

After a while, another policeman came with the same brick.

"Several pieces were found on the top of the building. It may have been thrown by children there, and then one piece fell, falling from a height."

"It's not artificial?" The police officer was a little unconvinced.

"Captain, throw a brick from the roof and hit a person accurately. This is much more difficult than a sniper. It's impossible to do it artificially."

"It makes sense."

"If you want me to say, it's just right that this guy is dead. Our police have been scolded for a long time. If he is really innocent, we will be blamed again. He is dead, and we just don't care about him, and it is also good for the public. An explanation."

"Well, let me inform you that you are going to write a report, so let's close the case like this. Also, tell Shitian, how decent it is in the public."

As the captain said, he turned his head and prepared to leave.

The middle-aged man is still very unwilling.

"No, please check it, maybe there are fingerprints on the bricks. Maybe there are sweat gland DNA or something..."

"Fingerprints are easy to check. It's too troublesome to compare them. DNA or something, we're not the FBI." The captain glanced at Brick. "It doesn't look like it has fingerprints."

Another police officer began to sprinkle powder on the bricks.This is the powder development method for fingerprint testing, but it seems very careless to sprinkle it hastily like this.

"Fingerprints are there, they are very messy and completely incomplete."

After the policeman finished speaking, he threw the bricks to the side of the road.

A policeman asked, "Isn't this evidence?"

"Totally useless."

He didn't bother to get a brick.

Even if it is needed above, just find a brick to replace it. Anyway, there is no difference. He also verified that there is no evidence of sufficient qualifications above, and he has already put his heart into it.

On the other side, the middle-aged man didn't take it seriously when he saw the police, and he knew that the big news he was thinking about was hopeless.

"What is this, God, why did you treat me like this! I gave so much and ended up with nothing."

At the press conference, several lawyers looked livid.

They have worked so hard, even thinking that it doesn't matter if they attract countless people to target them, at least they have become famous, but what is it now, is it a farce?

They would rather lose in court, so that even if they lose, they can still be famous.

But now, they have become a real joke.

Only the editor Ochiai looked at the photos taken on his phone and chose to save them.

"Finally it didn't come in vain."

This wave is fine.

While she was thinking this way, suddenly, the phone rang.

"Mr. Sagawa? Are you planning to release a new work?"

"No, I heard that Yoshioka is dead, the editor should be over there."

"Yes."

"Is it really killed by the night god?"

"what?"

"It seems that you don't know, urban legend. Well, people like Yoshioka Mori don't have their own gods at all, so they must not understand it. After all, it's just a fake. But that Miss Xinliang, Very interesting."

"I can't understand it at all. She seems to be crying, very sad." Editor Ochiai frowned as he looked at the woman holding her husband's body in the distance.

"It's normal." The voice said lightly.