what's in the depths

"This concert is coming to an end, and the last song, let's ask the fans in the audience to order songs later, okay?"

In today's era of rapid information development, the entertainment industry has replaced the major cultural industries and become the new mainstream spiritual food. On average, nine out of ten people are groupies. list.

Once the peripherals of idols were released, they were quickly swept away.

This is an unprecedented era, an era in which celebrities and entertainers occupy big data.

A ticket for a concert can cost several thousand yuan, but the supply is still in short supply.

In the auditorium of the concert, the voices were so loud that the roof of the venue was almost toppled.

"Bandy! Bandy! Bandy! I love you!"

The fans held up the light sign and shook it desperately, hoping that the eyes of their idols would stay here for a while longer.

Bandy, the queen of popularity, has tens of millions of fans on Weibo, has won several film and television awards, and her status in the golden song list has always remained high.

Wearing heavy makeup and sexy costumes, she shined on stage.

For the last song, the fans who clicked clicked on her classic song. She became popular with this song back then, and it has been sung to this day.

The lights dimmed, and the spotlight poured down from the top of the head, only reflecting Bandy's silhouette with a halo.

The lifting platform slowly descended, and Bandy stood quietly in the center of the platform, holding the microphone, and the fluff decoration on his hair fluttered slightly.

The slow tune came to everyone's ears through the stereo, they closed their eyes intoxicated, and hummed along with Bandy.

At the end of the song, under the shining of colorful spotlights, the concert was successfully completed.

The fans in the audience shouted for Bandy, expressing their full love without reservation.

Escorted by bodyguards, Bandy returned to the lounge.

Her assistant hurriedly came up to her, picked up the freshly squeezed orange juice and handed it to her, and fanned her hard.

"How many times have I told you that the sugar content in orange juice is too high, are you stupid or stupid?" Bandy threw the glass of orange juice on the ground angrily.

The orange juice spilled out, splashing the little assistant all over.

"Then what do you want to drink? I'll go out and buy it for you right away." The little assistant smiled apologetically and nodded his head.

"Oolong tea, go quickly."

The little assistant got the order, turned around and ran out of the lounge with all his strength.

Tens of thousands of people came to this concert, and the surrounding tea stalls were packed to the brim.

The little assistant stood in the crowd and looked at the watch helplessly over and over again, his hands were about to burn.

The big star in his family has big wrists and a very bad temper. He had been out for almost 10 minutes, and he couldn't avoid scolding when he went back.

"Boss! Oolong tea! Hurry up!"

Finally, it was my turn, and as soon as I reported my name, the boss told him that the oolong tea was sold out and that orange juice would work.

The little assistant can even foresee the scene where he will be cut into pieces.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurried to the lounge, and even tore a thorn to "plead guilty to the thorn".

"Bandy, I asked. Oolong tea is sold out, why don't you drink some hot water first, and I'll buy it for you when you get back." The little assistant ran back to the lounge sweating profusely, and her voice trembled when she spoke.

The living room was quiet, and no one responded.

"Bandy?" the assistant asked tentatively.

What responded to him was only infinite silence.

The hotel called and informed the little assistant that they had sent a car and prepared a luxurious private room just waiting for the god Bandy to stay.

The assistant is busy calling Bandy.

The bell rang, and it was close at hand.

The little assistant put down the phone and looked around, but found no sign of Bandy's phone.

He followed the bell to find it, and suddenly found that the sound came from behind the curtain.

The little assistant didn't think too much, thinking that Bandy threw the phone on the windowsill casually.

Opening the curtains, in an instant, a pair of feet in strappy high heels patted her face.

He quickly took a step back, and saw those feet dangling in mid-air.

The little assistant was stunned, and slowly looked up——

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The serious crime team ushered in the legendary "picky" new team leader, a man who was about the same age as Fu Huaiyu, even in appearance and temperament.

As agreed, the leader of the serious crime team did not wear a police uniform, but a suit, handsome sunglasses, and the same wireless earphones.

"Hello, my name is Hawthorne, and I am the newly transferred chief of the serious crime team."

Inside the yellow cordon, Zhu Yuhan met the legendary new team leader for the first time.

He reached out and shook his hand: "That's a good name, my name is Law... My name is Zhu Yuhan, the captain of the first team of the Criminal Investigation Division, and I'm in charge of cases in this jurisdiction."

Hawthorne nodded, withdrew his hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped it.

Zhu Yuhan looked at the new team leader and rolled his eyes in his heart.

Dude, it's late at night, do you wear sunglasses to block the moonlight?

Chu Rong, who had just finished the on-site autopsy, took off his gloves, walked over here, and stretched out his hand, "Hello, I'm Chu Rong, the chief of the forensic department."

Hawthorne smiled: "Chu Forensic Doctor, I know, I have heard about it for a long time."

It was originally a simple polite remark, but to Zhu Yuhan's ears, it sounded a little weird.

Hawthorne put on his gloves, walked to the window, looked at the pale corpse, and frowned: "How did you die?"

Chu Rong pointed to the strangle marks on the neck of the corpse: "At [-]:[-], he was found hanging on the window coffin."

Zhu Yuhan rested his chin and looked at the window coffin: "It's so high, how did you hang it up?"

"The dead man's fingernails contained fibrous debris, and his hands were clenched tightly. He must have struggled violently before he died, and he suspected homicide." Chu Rong tidied up the toolbox: "Let's take it back to the research institute first, I need to dissect the body and do it." Further autopsy."

After several team members took photos, they put the body into a body bag and carried it to the police car.

Zhu Yuhan looked around the room and sighed.

This time it's really fucking up.

A popular star with tens of millions of fans died.

Don't think about it, don't look at it, the Weibo server will be paralyzed again.

And the strangest thing is that I called the surveillance near the lounge, and found that no one had entered or left the lounge except for the star and her assistant. During the death of the deceased, her assistant happened to be buying tea outside. The shop owner can testify.

It's really a wave of unrest and another wave. The case of Cai Zhijie and the case of "Ghost Call Meal" have not been solved until now, and there is another murder in a secret room.

Yes, these criminals really can.

Outside the concert, tens of thousands of fans gathered together. Their idol who was singing and dancing on the stage just now died tragically in the lounge. Apart from angrily denouncing the ineffective concert guarantee work, it was more mournful.

In order to appease the fans, the police said that Bandy committed suicide in the rest room, and there is no such thing as "homicide".

Because this group of fans is so crazy, it's frighteningly crazy.

What's more, he knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the police over and over again, begging the police to save Bandy, until his forehead was smashed, blood was like a column, and he fainted on the spot.

Zhu Yuhan stood not far away, looking at the group of almost crazy fans, the cigarette butt in his hand flickered.

"The current star fans can't understand." Tong Si looked at the group of fans and shook his head: "I think back then, I just pasted my favorite celebrity stickers on the desk lamp... I did my homework for a while and took a look..."

"You each other." Zhu Yuhan opened the door of the police car, and as soon as he got in, he caught sight of someone sitting in the co-pilot out of the corner of his eye.

Looking over with the trend, I found that it was the new leader of the serious crime team called "Hawthorne".

I don't know if he changed his name because he admired Hawthorne too much or if his parents gave him this name in a whim.

You know, they study psychology, in addition to worshiping the four heavenly kings of "Thorndike's cat, Pavlov's dog, Skinner's white mouse, and Bandura's kid", Freud and Huo Sang Ke must worship before the exam.

So when the team leader said his name in a serious manner, Zhu Yuhan wanted to laugh besides laughing.

Because Zhu Yuhan still remembered that he had to visit Hawthorne every time before the exam. As a result, he almost failed to get a degree certificate in psychology from admission to graduation.

So subconsciously, Zhu Yuhan felt that he had to stay away from this "Hawthorne".

Several people carried the corpse to the research institute together, and Chu Rong started to push people away before their buttocks were hot.

"Today is too late, the light is not good, and I will do an autopsy tomorrow."

Huo Sang didn't say much, got up and shook hands with Chu Rong to say goodbye.

"Then I'll go first too." Zhu Yuhan yawned.

I originally went home and lay down, planning to go to sleep, but Tong Si called him and dragged him to a concert dozens of kilometers away.

In the autumn police coat, there is a pajamas with a chick pattern.

"Wait a minute." Chu Rong called to him: "I have something to tell you."

As soon as he reached the entrance of the research institute, Zhu Yuhan turned back reluctantly.

Chu Rong smiled, and took off his white coat, revealing the white shirt that wrapped his fit upper body.

While putting on his tie, he pressed the speaker on the side.

Soothing and melodious music hovered in the research institute.

Zhu Yuhan looked at him, not knowing why.

"Come on, let's dance together."

Zhu Yuhan thought that his ears were stuffed with donkey hair, so he asked again uncertainly: "What did you say?"

The slender right arm crossed his chest, elegantly posing a "please" gesture.

Chu Rong slightly bent his knees, raised his head, and smiled like an iris flower in March.

Sweet and bright.

Zhu Yuhan stood there motionless all the time, he didn't know how to dance with a big man holding hands, chest to chest.

The music never stopped, but Chu Rong kept the invitation, stubborn and serious.

Zhu Yuhan sighed softly, wrapped his sweater jacket tightly, trying to cover up the little yellow chicken inside.

The night in early autumn has a hint of coolness, and the evening wind blows and blows the curtains.

The two men clasped their hands together, with the other around each other's waist.

Chu Rong's eyes were hot and direct, which made Zhu Yuhan shrink back.

"Did you smell it?" Chu Rong asked softly.

Zhu Yuhan sniffed hard, but apart from the smell of cold formalin in the institute, he couldn't smell anything special.

Chu Rong closed his eyes, with a gentle smile echoing on his face:

"Have you smelled Fu Huaiyu—"