Return of the Goddess

In fact, when Zhang Qingyun asked them to finish shooting, Zhao Hong thought that today's interview was almost here. After the artist became famous, it was normal for a bunch of relatives to **** blood. In the eyes of these people, an artist is famous for being rich. Since you are rich, why can't you help relatives?

Many entertainers use money to pass on such relatives in order to look good. Ning Xi doesn't give me any kind of face. He would rather be scolded than give up a dime, which is rare in the entertainment industry.

Hearing that Ningxi said he wanted to send himself a big news, Zhao Hong's first reaction was a bit nervous, and he always felt that the news of Ningxi was very troublesome. But when it comes to news, the biggest fear is not news, but lack of news. She turned her head to the cameraman for a look, and nodded towards Ningxi: "Miss Than Ning is willing to send me this gift."

The smile on Ning Xi's face disappeared a little, before he said, "I suspect my mother didn't commit suicide."

Zhao Hong almost smashed the coffee cup in her hand. She felt that the news was not only big, but also very tricky. She even didn't dare to take over.

"I was still young, my dad ... My mother was sad for a long time after the accidental death, but there was no so-called depression," Ning Xi gently stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon, his voice was terribly calm. "If Miss Zhao is not afraid of delaying time, accompany me to the police station."

Zhao Hong stuttered: "Why ... to the police station?"

"If the case is suspicious, then it must be the police," Ning Xi took the spoon out of the coffee and gently scraped the edge of the cup. The coffee stuck on the spoon flowed into the cup along the tip of the spoon. It ’s over, you can capture the first scene of my alarm. You said the news was not big? "

Zhao Hong turned her head to see Zhang Qingyun, only to find that the other side was as shocked as herself, apparently not aware of the incident.

As a reporter for so many years, Zhao Hong naturally knew how big the news was. She bit her teeth and nodded in agreement.

"I wanted to mention it after the Spring Festival, but since my good relatives can't wait, the matter is even more troublesome," Ning Xi stood up and turned to Zhang Qingyun, "Brother Zhang, sorry. "

She knew that this incident would definitely have an impact on Jiu Ji, but if she did not desperately fire, she would not receive so much attention even if she gave out more evidence to the police.

She was only seventeen years old at that time, in order to be able to leave the relatives, she gave up most of her father's compensation and the house left by her parents, and that was the day.

She lost her parents at the age of 17, and her legal guardian was her aunt. She gave up everything in order to allow her aunt to agree to her signature abroad. Fortunately, her aunt's conscience has not fallen below the bottom line, and she was not penniless when she went abroad.

The identity of the perpetrator who killed her dad that year was a driver. Later, due to his serious attitude, he was sentenced to less than ten years in prison. The most suspicious thing is that the other party is even willing to pay a large amount of compensation. An ordinary driver can get such a large sum of money. Who wouldn't be suspicious?

After the first trial, her mother was not satisfied with the verdict, so she appealed, and even contacted a reporter to suspect that the driver was not the real perpetrator.

But within a few days, her mother jumped off the building and committed suicide, and the reporter never appeared again. At that time, the grandfather and grandmother who were still alive received a compensation payment on her behalf and withdrew the appeal.

After going abroad, she often thought that if she was an adult at that time, or if she had paid enough attention to it, it would not have been that way.

Zhao Hong sat in the car, looking at the expressionless Ningxi with a portfolio around him, hesitated a little: "Ningxi, do you really want to do this?"

The matter has passed for so many years, even if there is no prosecution period, but the evidence is already insufficient, and I am afraid that it will only be over in the end.

"I couldn't do many things at the time, and now I can do it," Ning Xi looked over the window, "how can it be abandoned because it's too difficult."

Zhao Hong heard her silence, and Ningxi is now almost the most popular female artist in China. Her biographies in the industry have basically been understood by reporters.

The younger grades were excellent because of the accident caused by school violence, and both parents died. She left the country before she was a teenager, and finally became popular in the entertainment industry as a goddess, and also made a boyfriend that countless women envy. The seemingly exciting life, how much pain there is, only the parties know.

"Ningxi, what is your purpose of entering the entertainment industry?" Zhang Qingyun suddenly discovered that he had never known Ningxi.

Ning Xi did not answer his question directly, but said, "I have returned to China six years ago. At that time, I tried to report the case, but the case was not filed because of insufficient evidence."

When Zhang Qingyun heard this, he was silent like Zhao Hong.

Ningxi six years ago was only nineteen years old. According to him, that was the hardest time in Ningxi.

A 19-year-old girl, her father died unexpectedly, and her mother committed suicide with depression. She had no evidence at hand and went to the police station to report that she suspected that her mother did not commit suicide but was murdered. Who would believe that Ningxi had a block in her heart? Panic, I do n’t know if it was because Ningxi didn't enter the entertainment industry for the performing arts career, or because of the life experience of Ningxi.

Maybe both, he couldn't tell.

And this thick file bag in Ning Xi's hands, how much effort did she spend in collecting these years?

After Zhang Qingyun's car stopped at the Public Security Bureau, Ningxi pulled out his mobile phone and dialed a phone number, which was soon connected.

"Time to return ..." Ning Xi turned his head and looked at the flag flying on the office building of the Public Security Bureau. "I made a decision in advance. I wanted to leave this nasty thing behind me."

With more than two months to go before the Spring Festival, she originally planned to have a warm New Year with her, because she hadn't had the Spring Festival for a long time.

But it seems that this time the plan is about to be shattered. She knew how big things would be if she stepped into the gate of the Public Security Bureau. Chang Jia's status, how to tolerate a woman like her to enter the door?

But okay, there are some things ... sooner or later.

"Xi Xi, where are you?" I often heard that Ning Xi's tone was a bit wrong, and I got up and pushed open the door of the conference room. I dropped a few high-rises in the small conference room and went to the corridor.

"I'm outside the Public Security Bureau." Ning Xi smiled reluctantly, but this smile seemed extremely ugly to Zhao Hong.

"You ..." What always comes to mind suddenly, hold your phone tightly, "Whatever you want to do, I will accompany you."

"Thank you," Ning Xi looked up, "Shigui, thank you."

She hung up her phone, closed her eyes, and opened her eyes again, her eyes were calm: "Sister Zhao, start shooting."

Zhao Hong looked at her with anxiety: "Are you okay?"

"Very good, thank you." Ning Xi took the sunglasses out of the bag and put them on his face, then pulled the car door and went out.

She can't walk fast, but she steps firmly every step. Looking at her back, Zhang Qingyun suddenly remembered that he took Ningxi to see his boss for the first time, and Ningxi's pace was like now, and every step was on the heart of people.

The director of the Southeast Public Security Bureau was in a good mood recently, because they had just cracked a big case in the bureau, brought the bad guys to justice, and comforted the dead in heaven.

However, his good mood was soon broken, because someone came to tell him that a victim's family had brought evidence to report the case. This case was still the case of eight years ago. The cause of death of the deceased was determined to be suicide.

"The suicide case eight years ago ?!" The director looked bitter. This old case is very difficult to detect. "Does the other party have evidence that it is not suicide but homicide?"

The police officer nodded: "The evidence brought by the reporter shows that there was indeed something suspicious about the suicide case that year."

The director heard this, and after a minute of contemplation, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Since there is something suspicious, then we will investigate." The case is difficult, and we must continue to investigate, at least we have to deal with the suit on our body.

"Is the reporter still in the bureau? I'll talk to her about the details of the case that year," the director stood up from the desk, picked up the police cap on the table, and put it on his head.

The police officer saw that the director had spoken, and it was not good to say anything, so he did not tell the director that the reporter was a famous actress today.

When the director walked to the office, he found that the colleagues in the bureau had abnormal expressions. He frowned, and asked the police officer around him, "Where is the reporter?"

The police officer lowered his voice and said, "In Sister Wang's office."

When the director pushed away from Wang's office, she saw a young woman wearing fashionable clothes and sunglasses sitting opposite Wang. He was somewhat surprised that the reporter did not look like the victim's family, but more like the fashion industry.

Seeing the Director coming in, Sister Wang was relieved, and she stood up and said, "Secretary, this is the reporter Ningxi."

Ning Xi took off her glasses before the director noticed that her eyes were red. He shook hands with the other party, "Hello Ms. Ning."

The police officer saw the Director so calm and had some doubts that he did not even know who the reporter was.

"Hello," Ningxi found that the director was a very strict person, so she repeated her doubts to the other party.

"The evidence provided by Ms. Ning is very important, but why you have to report the case after so many years, you have to know ..." The director is not very straightforward. The longer this type of case goes, the harder it will be to find out. The deceased was not suicide but homicide. It was not easy to identify the killer.

"I tried to report the case six years ago, but the evidence was insufficient, and I finally failed to file the case," Ningxi said, knowing what the director meant, and pursed.

Speaking of which, she had choked and could only bow deeply to the director.

The police officer using the law enforcement recorder next to seeing Ningxi felt uncomfortable. He is half a goddess fan. How can it be sad to see a goddess now?

"Ms. Ning, don't worry, we will investigate this case seriously and try not to let you down." The director sighed away from Ningxi's salute.

Because the mother's death is suspicious, the little girl willing to travel for so many years to find evidence is commendable.

After Ningxi left, the police turned off the law enforcement recorder before telling the director: "Secretary, do you know who Ningxi was just now?"

"who is it?"

"She is now the most popular female artist Ningxi in China. She is not only popular in China, but also many fans abroad. As long as this case is filed, it will attract attention from all sides. Pressure in our bureau ... Having said that, I swallowed the rest.

The director was stunned, and said a while later: "Regarding who she is, I only have the victim's family here, no stars."

As soon as she walked out of the office building, she waited for Zhang Qingyun and Zhao Hong outside the gate and surrounded them. Unrelated personnel cannot enter the office area, so they can only wait outside.

Seeing that her portfolio was gone, Zhang Qingyun asked, "How's it going?"

"The report has entered the review process and should be able to be filed," Ningxi rubbed his forehead, "go."

"Where?"

"Is there another chore cover shoot this afternoon?"

Zhang Qingyun frowned upon hearing this: "But ..."

In your current state, can you shoot a magazine cover?

"I'm okay, don't worry," Ning Xi said, bending his lips. "Since I made an appointment with the other party, how can I be silent?"

Having said that, Ning Xi turned his head to Zhao Hongdao: "Sister Zhao, I remember you have an entertainment show on the stage at 5:30 in the afternoon?"

Zhao Hong nodded.

Ning Xi smiled: "The big news will come out at 5:30 today."