can not help

There is no sound in the video, perhaps because the video was shot on a rainy day, and the picture is not particularly clear.I saw a man in black with a mosaic on his face. It could only be seen that he was thin and tall.I don't know where such a thin man got so much strength, he smashed a person's head against the concrete wall next to him, and there were two or three people whose life and death were unknown lying at his feet.Not far behind, a man with a short stature came over with a shining long knife. Just looking at the gentle steps, he knew that the footsteps must be hidden in the sound of rain.

Qian Shucheng's heart was in his throat, this figure... this scene...

The thin man in black seemed to have eyes behind his back, he decisively let go of the unconscious man who was smashed, turned around and raised his arm to block the long knife, and quickly restrained the comer's wrist with his other hand, raised Kick people away with one kick.

Qian Shucheng didn't miss the glaring gauze on the wrist that blocked the knife...

He didn't care to watch what was left behind, and his eyes finally fixed on the time in the lower right corner of the video, February 2th - the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

I broke the appointment that day, and then called him to ask where he was, and he said where was he?Oh yes, he said he was busy.What the hell was he doing back then?I remember that there seemed to be no strange voice on the phone, and when I came back, it seemed that there was nothing unusual except that my face was a little pale.

Is the person in the video really Murong Ling?

If it's really him, is it because you asked him out to meet this kind of thing?

So in just one month, because of himself, he almost died outside twice!That's why he avoided it later...

It must be so!Was he angry with himself for avoiding seeing him later?Do you suspect that you are related to those people and deliberately lure him out, and you are running away?

Thinking of this, Qian Shucheng panicked.He didn't even say hello to Meng Junchen, and slipped out from the back of the classroom with a low waist. He went to the corner of the stairs and took out his mobile phone but hesitated again.

What should I say?Ask him if the video uploaded on the Internet is him, and ask him what he did on the fifteenth day, or should he ask him if the injury on his body...does it still hurt...

Yes, you should ask him how his injuries are, the gunshot wounds from years ago and the knife wounds from the next year.

Qian Shucheng dialed out the phone anxiously, and was picked up after thinking twice.

"Little Cheng?"

When the matter came to an end, Qian Shucheng didn't know where to start, this hesitation almost bit his own tongue.

Murong Ling's doubtful voice sounded again: "What's wrong?"

"You..." Qian Shucheng clasped his mobile phone with his index finger, "Have you watched the online video?"

Murong Ling: "What video?"

Qian Shucheng felt that it would be better to go home at night and say it face to face, so his tone pretended to be brisk: "No..."

As soon as the words started, there was a noisy voice on the phone.

Murong Ling's voice suddenly became extremely soft, and he hurriedly said "I'll talk about it later" and hung up the phone.

Qian Shucheng looked at the phone, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, but he couldn't make another call.Murong Ling directly hung up on his phone is really rare, so he can only wait for this 'return'.

He quietly returned to the classroom, and Meng Junchen pulled him as soon as he sat down: "It's over."

Qian Shucheng looked at him.

Meng Junchen swallowed: "Hot searches..."

Qian Shucheng's face turned cold, he snatched Meng Junchen's phone, and immediately saw the first trending item: The mysterious man fought with several gangsters in the middle of the night, which is not bad.Further down: many people were killed in the middle of the night; mysterious man; the darkest corner of the city...etc.

Meng Junchen frowned and said, "Who do you think let this happen?"

There is no need to beat around the bush, any fool knows that this was done on purpose.There are so many fights in the dark night, and so many dead people. Why is there a chance for this kind of video that can be cleaned up to be released to the public?

Qian Shucheng lowered his head, picked up his mobile phone and quickly sent a paragraph.

'He Yan, did you see the hot search?Can it be withdrawn. '

He Yan replied the message quickly, as if he had been guarding the phone all the time.

'I know. '

'You know what that means. '

'Don't worry about this, we've been ordered to stay put. '

Qian Shucheng stopped tapping the screen, and the news of He Fan came again.

'Sir, you know about this. Although the current situation is brought in, you are not completely passive. You wait for the news first. '

'What about him? '

'gentlemen?I don't know, we have no news here. '

Just after receiving the message, He Fan immediately followed up with one.

'Fuck, Funk is dead! '

Qian Shucheng's face turned pale, Feng Ke was arrested, why did he die at this time?

Meng Junchen had been watching the two chatting, and seeing Qian Shucheng stop, he said, "I'll go home first to find out, don't worry."

Qian Shucheng's eyes were fixed on the screen, but he calmed down: "What do you think Feng Ke's death means at this time?"

Meng Junchen patted him on the back: "Don't think too much, even if the company has business contacts, the two may not really be related."

Qian Shucheng sneered: "Let's forget this kind of self-deception, there are so many coincidences in the world."

The bell for the end of get out of class rang at the right time, and the two of them remembered that they were still in class.This teacher is really good-tempered, no matter how low the voice is, it is very disrespectful to talk like this for a class.

Qian Shucheng picked up his schoolbag, Meng Junchen trotted to keep up: "What are you doing?"

Qian Shucheng kept walking: "Where do you think Murong Ling is now?"

Meng Junchen pondered, and said cautiously: "To put it bluntly, no matter how coded the short video is, anyone you know can tell who it is. He... probably has arrived at the Public Security Bureau."

Qian Shucheng: "So let's go to your house now."

Meng Junchen paused, and followed quickly: "The military and the police will not interfere with each other."

Qian Shucheng: "I know, go talk to your father about the conditions."

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Looking at the man sitting safely in the interrogation room, the little girl in the monitoring room next to him poked the colleague next to him: "Xiao Zhou, is this the one who picked multiple people in the video? It doesn't look like it."

The little girl looks young, but in fact she is not a young police officer, and she is not polite to these old men.The male policeman named Xiao Zhou kept his eyes fixed on the people in the surveillance, for fear of missing any point, and was startled by such a sudden poke, but it was rare for a little girl to come to the police station, how could he be willing to be fierce? .

He rubbed his waist: "Do you like this style?"

The little girl rolled her eyes: "I'm Genzheng Miaohong, a people's policeman. Even if this man is unexpectedly good-looking, I won't be tempted by him."

Xiao Zhou looked back again, and said pointedly: "This person is not just one-on-one."

The anti-drop door was pushed open, and three people entered the door.The two policemen quickly stood up, the one who came in first waved his hand to keep quiet, and another came in behind the three, and the eyes of the two policemen were wide open.

The man was in his fifties, with a beer belly and a shirt tucked into his belt. Although his hair was a bit messy, he was dressed upside down, which seemed appropriate. With a serious face, as if he couldn't see anyone else, he opened the door of the interrogation room and walked in without stopping.

After the criminal investigation team leader Zhao Chuyang closed the door, he stood there motionless, staring straight at the motionless man in the interrogation room.

The two police officers looked at each other, then at the captain standing beside them, and silently retreated to the corner behind them.

"Murong Ling."

The fat man in the interrogation room folded his hands on the table, as if deliberately showing Murong Ling that he was not carrying any offensive weapons, even though it was superfluous.

Murong Ling, who had been keeping his eyes closed for a while, slowly opened his eyes. His bottomless eyes became deeper and deeper at this moment, and an unfriendly arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth: "The Ministry of Labor Zhou came here in person."

Zhou Wenchang twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled back: "How did you do it?"

Murong Ling pretended to be dazed: "What, I don't quite understand."

Zhou Wenchang waved his hand: "The people outside are all my people, and the surveillance has been pinched."

The two policemen in the monitoring room looked at the captain suddenly, and then at the person next to the captain.

Zhao Chuyang said without turning his head: "Did you hear that? You'll know how to deal with it later, right?"

The two policemen nodded hastily.

Murong Ling stretched his long legs, and leaned back relaxedly: "What do you want to ask me? The video circulating on the Internet?"

Zhao Chuyang frowned: "Let's not talk about the video, did you know that Feng Ke died?"

The smile on Murong Ling's face was stiff for 0.1 second, but it recovered quickly.However, this 0.1 second did not escape the eyes of the old fox Zhou Wenchang, and he suddenly had a score in his mind.

Murong Ling put away his sarcastic smile and replaced it with his usual gentleness: "Department Zhao wants to ask me if Feng Ke's death has anything to do with me?"

"No."

Murong Ling was taken aback for a moment, thinking he heard it wrong: "What?"

Zhou Wenchang smiled: "You didn't do Feng Ke's death, but it should have something to do with you."

Murong Ling thought about it, and there was really nothing wrong with saying that: "Then arrest me or ask about street fights?"

Zhou Wenchang: "Since you want to talk about street fights so much, let's talk about street fights."

Murong Ling shrugged: "I don't want to say it, but it's obviously because of that unidentified video that I was arrested."

Zhou Wenchang: "You do have self-knowledge."

Murong Ling smiled and said: "If you want to commit a crime, there is nothing wrong with it. Now you ask me to find someone who is about the same size as you to record this video, and I can do it for you in less than an hour. Do you believe it or not?"

Zhou Wenchang laughed: "I will definitely believe what Mr. Murong said."

Murong Ling: "So, what's the point of me being here, and what's the point of you being here, please tell me."

Zhou Wenchang: "We have checked the online video with experts. Except that the facial mosaic has not undergone any treatment, the mosaic can also be restored. According to the date and time prompt in the lower right corner of the video, we can get a lot of information, and then check it. Similar to this Whether there is a blood stain reaction in the place, compared with DNA, we can know a lot of things."

Murong Ling gently rubbed the edge of the table with his fingers, but did not respond to these words.

Zhou Wenchang continued with a smile: "Of course, Mr. Murong usually doesn't leave a trail behind when dealing with things. As for how this monitoring is left, it is still open to discussion. You don't want to say that we can investigate slowly. But Feng Ke..."

Zhou Wenchang paused when he said this, seeing that Murong Ling still had the same expression as before, and he didn't even smile stiffly, so he continued: "Fun Ke was arrested for bribery in the project, and the amount involved was enough to make him feel pained for a while, according to him Even though the profit of this project is high enough for him to take the risk, it cannot be swallowed by the scale of their company, you said, why did he insist on getting involved?"

He lowered his head and smiled, the abyss in his eyes seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, his eyes were clear and harmless: "What do you want to say?"

Zhou Wenchang's warm face remained the same: "Death is the best way to shut up."

Murong Ling just smiled and didn't say anything else.