I deduce that the heroine likes me [Transmigration Book]

I learned from Zheng Fenglin that Jin Xia quickly brought the photo to the police.Jin Xia recounted all the content of the chat with the two in Starbucks before, and showed the policeman the photo of the man in black.

When the police were hesitant and didn't know whether the "surrender" was true or not, several big V accounts suddenly revealed the draft, roughly meaning that Wen Zhe died strangely, and there must be more inside information about this matter. .The person who bought the murderer may be competitor A, competitor B, a broken artist C who once had a grudge, etc. It is still uncertain who it is, but the important witness has already called the police, and the next thing is to wait for the results of the police uncle~

The police station was suddenly exposed to the cusp of public opinion. It can only be said that Jin Xia, who has been in the fan circle all year round, really knows how to exert pressure.

The police had no choice but to deal with it sternly. Now many people are paying attention, even if Jin Xia is talking nonsense, they still have to issue an announcement to refute the rumors.After further investigation, it was discovered that Jin Xia's real name was Xia Jin, and she was the daughter of a well-known real estate tycoon in the city.

This additional identity made the police more and more afraid to neglect, so they could only take out the accident records at that time and re-analyze them.

At that time, the media was the first to expose the drunk driving incident, and the results of the on-site investigation were generally consistent, so they did not investigate the possibility of homicide too carefully.Now re-analyzing, I really found some strange things.

Because this matter may involve murder, the police summoned Wen Zhe's parents and asked them to cooperate with the investigation and hand over the keys.

When Wen Tai was called to the police station, he looked very sad.After listening to the police explain the situation, he frowned and asked, "Didn't my son die because of drunk driving?"

The police said: "Based on the information we have so far, the possibility that the deceased died in an accident is extremely low. We will continue to investigate the specific situation and will definitely return your son's innocence."

Wen Tai just said: "It's fine if it's not drunk driving, it's fine if it's not drunk driving. Can you make an announcement stating that he didn't die of drunk driving?"

The policeman froze for a moment and said, "Sorry, the progress of the investigation must be kept secret. We will tell you and your wife everything after the truth is revealed."

Wen Tai still didn't give up, and asked: "Is it really not allowed? You can't even say it's not drunk driving?"

The policeman was a little surprised and asked him: "Why do you have to ask for clarification? Is this very important to you?"

Wen Tai shook his head, his expression looked old and helpless, and said: "I am very happy to know that he is not a drunk driver. But he definitely wants his fans to know about it."

"He has always said that he is not a good idol. He has to have a positive and positive image, so he has to be gentle and polite and smile. But in fact, he is tired because he feels that the real him Different from what he showed, what fans like is not the real him. And a fake him is broken from the root, and what he brings to fans is also fake. In fact, he is very tired and pessimistic. He has always been Blame yourself for this.”

"Although he is not always positive and full of positive energy, he always abides by the law and did not really die due to drunk driving. I believe he will not do this, but others don't know. In the past three months, he has accepted various Fang slanders, and fans have various comments. At least in the end, I hope he can be himself and tell the world that he has no drunk driving, he is a good boy, and he will not be better than he pretends Looks bad, is that okay?"

But the police could only tell him cruelly: "In the process of handling the case, all progress must be kept secret. After all the links are clarified, we will make the truth public."

Perhaps Wen Tai's eyes were too pleading, the policeman finally added: "Sorry."

Wen Tai paused for two seconds, nodded, and said, "Will he be rehabilitated in the end? That's good, thank you, thank you."

For some unknown reason, Wen Tai didn't say anything about the bizarre contract. Maybe he thought that once the police were informed, the contract would be announced.

No matter how you look at it, the contract doesn't seem like something that can show the world.He doesn't want Wen Zhe to be judged by all kinds of people. The outside world only needs him not to drink and drive, and that's enough.

Both the car accident and the death were about to fade out of public view, but the sudden revelation made Wen Zhe suddenly gain attention.Weibo fans who stopped their activities surged and reached a small peak.

After investigation, the police found that Wen Zhe's financial situation was strange.Wen Zhe owns a small villa in the city center, and there is a large amount of unknown money in his bank account.Therefore, Wen Zhe's agent, Lu Renbing, came into the police's field of vision.

As a manager, Lu Renbing knew Wen Zhe's itinerary, knew Wen Zhe's financial situation, and knew who might have conflicts of interest with Wen Zhe.If you want to know everything about Wen Zhe's life, it may be faster and more accurate to ask him than Wen Tai.

However, the gold medal manager Lu Renbing is very busy and cannot spare time to go to the Public Security Bureau to accept the investigation. According to his original words: "My artist is currently working in the hotel. If you want, you can send a Come here. I am very cooperative with the police investigation. I can say anything, but I am too busy. From tomorrow onwards, I will go to other provinces with the artists. If you can’t come here now, I will go there in person when I find time next month. The police station is also fine. Okay, officer, I have a phone call here, so I'll hang up first?"

The police are helpless. It is a basic obligation of citizens to cooperate with the investigation, but he will leave soon, and interrogation outside the police station seems to be the only way.

Therefore, Zheng Fenglin appeared in the lobby of the Ming Nanqi Hotel, and after waiting for 5 minutes, Lu Renbing came belatedly and sat opposite Zheng Fenglin.

"Manager Lu is busy?" Zheng Fenglin was not satisfied with Lu Renbing's attitude and asked.

Lu Renbing seemed not to understand, and said, "It's a little bit. Officer Zheng has anything to ask, just ask, I know everything, and I can talk endlessly."

"Did Wenzhe not hand over any work during his lifetime? It must be a lot of trouble now." Zheng Fenglin said.

Lu Renbing froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect to start with this question.After a while, he said: "It's okay, all the work was almost finished at that time, only today is the one that has been delayed until now. But after today is over, everything will be fine."

Zheng Fenglin smiled, and began to ask about Wen Zhe's interpersonal relationship, financial situation, etc. before his death.

When asked why there was so much money, Lu Renbing was a little vague, and said: "If you don't, just...earn it. Celebrities have many ways to make money that you can't imagine. Sometimes I regret it myself. Make me into this virtue, or else I can make a little more money."

Zheng Fenglin seemed to have been fooled, and did not continue to ask questions about this aspect.Lu Renbing was obviously relieved.

After asking another round of irrelevant questions, Zheng Fenglin asked again: "He has been reading books related to Europe recently. Is there any new work he wants to shoot? What about this work?"

Lu Renbing said: "This is Wen Zhe's personal hobby, and has nothing to do with work. I will not interfere with the artist's freedom."

"What work do you have here today?" Zheng Fenglin asked again.

"No job, business secrets." Lu Renbing said.

"Where is your artist? The one who takes over from Wen Zhe, go and have a look instead of me." Zheng Fenglin stood up.

Lu Renbing suddenly changed his face, pulled Zheng Fenglin to sit down, and said, "This is a business matter, not related to the case. Officer Zheng should stop looking."

Zheng Fenglin did not move, maintained a standing posture, stared at Lu Renbing seriously with his head down, and said, "I have the final say on whether it has anything to do with the case. This artist took over Wen Zhe's job. I think there is a relationship between him and Wen Zhe. There is a conflict of interest, maybe he has evil intentions. You don't want to take me, maybe I guessed it right, and you are an accomplice?"

Zheng Fenglin looked fierce when he stared hard at a person. Lu Renbing was used to the flashy sensuality in the circle, so he had never experienced such an aura.Immediately relented, he said, "I can take Officer Zheng to see him, but can you ask questions quickly? He still has other things to do, and I'm afraid it will delay the business. He has nothing to do with Wen Zhe's death. Guaranteed! If someone really wants to kill Wen Zhe, it must be chosen from A, B, and C!"

Zheng Fenglin smiled bluntly: "These people said exactly the same thing as the marketing account, did you buy this marketing account?"

Lu Renbing was stunned for a moment, and said, "I really don't know! I'm busy cleaning up Wen Zhe's mess, how could I know such a thing popped up halfway! I didn't even know Wen Zhe killed himself!"

Lu Renbing beat his hands and feet, looking really anxious and wronged.Zheng Fenglin interrogated many people, and initially judged that this person was not guilty, he really felt wronged and hard to argue.But he didn't relieve the pressure, instead his expression became more serious, saying: "Don't talk too much! Take me to see your artist!"

Lu Renbing's previous arrogance completely disappeared, so he had to take Zheng Fenglin to the elevator.In the elevator, he kept begging Zheng Fenglin: "Officer Zheng, please hurry up when you ask questions. Today is really important. Customers come here on time. We can't be late at all, and we can't have outsiders around."

Zheng Fenglin glanced at him and said, "I hear what you mean, like a pimp."

Lu Renbing said: "Matchmaking, isn't this business essentially pimping? It's just that what we artists sell is not meat, but face and acting skills. I really beg you, I can't afford to offend this customer, and I can't offend him today. Absent. Don't hold down the artist for too long."

Zheng Fenglin said, "So you offended the police?"

Lu Renbing was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, Zheng Fenglin let him go, thinking: So it turns out that he is shameless and socially responsible for money.

He opened the door to the artist's room, and the little artist turned around and said, "Brother Lu, is anyone here?"

Looking back to see Zheng Fenglin, the little artist paused for a second, then quickly smiled.

Zheng Fenglin was stunned: This little artist looks too much like Wen Zhe.