what's in the depths

In today's entertainment industry, there are endless koi fresh meats. In addition to competing with their fathers, looks and kung fu in bed, they also have to compete with their managers.

There are three ace brokers in the circle, distributed in various star-making factories.

One of the managers, as long as it is a singer and artist who has been handled by him, is all popular. He is a "weathervane" figure in this circle. It is no exaggeration to say that if you want to be popular, look at this Mr. Weathervane Whichever artist you are taking now, just work hard in the direction of that artist.

And Bandy was brought out by this agent.

Before her debut, Bandy had been singing some lukewarm Internet songs on the Internet, and her popularity was low until she was discovered by scouts. After following this "vane", after the company spent a lot of money on packaging and marketing, she finally became a hit And red.

It was indeed a "shot" and became popular.

But today, this ace agent, nicknamed Weathervane and whose real name is Fan Tianlin, is sitting in the chief's office of their police station, drinking the big red robe made by the chief himself, crossing his legs, sipping a sip of tea, and frowning instantly:

"Chen Cha."

Director Chen smiled embarrassedly: "I've been out of town recently, and I just came back yesterday, so I didn't have time to buy new tea."

But in my heart I was cursing:

"You little bastard, aren't you just bringing out a few actors who sell meat and face, what's wrong with me?"

"I'm not going to let you off the hook either."

Fan Tianlin put down his teacup, took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, and threw them on the table with an extremely disdainful expression:

"Yesterday you posted on the Internet that Xiao Ya's suicide has caused a great uproar. This morning, the threshold of Xiao Ya's entertainment company will be broken by reporters. The Internet is full of mourning. There has even been an incident of Xiao Ya's fans jumping off a building. To be honest, you don't want to see it either. Such an ending."

Old Chen smiled apologetically, turned his head to look at the head of the technical department, changed his face immediately, and said almost gnashing his teeth:

"Let the kid who posted Weibo come to my office later."

Fan Tianlin opened the file:

"Let's put it this way, I'm not bothered by those policemen who don't handle cases well, but by those policemen who don't have a good brain."

"Be careful what you say. It is a legal requirement for the police to release the facts of the case truthfully. It's your turn to talk nonsense?" Zhu Yuhan couldn't hold back, and replied.

Fan Tianlin didn't bother to talk to him, and pushed the document in front of Chief Chen:

"Xiao Ya has a twin sister who has been staying abroad. I have already discussed with her. From now on, Xiao Ya will be replaced by her sister Xiao Li in all work activities."

Director Chen was stunned for a moment, raised his head in confusion and said, "What do you mean by that?"

"The meaning is obvious. Whether it is Xiao Ya or Xiao Li, Bandy cannot die. If she dies, the entire entertainment industry will be paralyzed on a large scale. Now, we have no choice but to find her twin sister to replace her. , it doesn’t matter to me, but you have to know that this entertainment industry is full of fish and dragons, and you don’t know when you will mess with people you can’t mess with. Sign it."

Director Chen took the confidentiality contract and saw that there were several articles written in detail in the contract, which probably said:

The police were asked to delete the previously released content and release news that Xiao Ya's death was purely a rumor, someone stole the police account and sent false news, and the body found at the concert that day was a fan, not Xiao Ya.

Of course, as a reward, Xiao Ya's entertainment company will give 300 million to the police station as "hard work".

This pot was thrown too well, the account administrator of the technical department failed to connect firmly, and was thrown into the ground by the black pot.

"This..." Old Chen seemed very conflicted: "This is not a trivial matter, I have to report it to the hall and listen to their opinions."

Fan Tianlin stood up, straightened his suit, and sneered:

"Then hurry up, now that netizens are on the verge of breaking out, and you are also a bureau chief, it's time to learn to make your own decisions—"

A brat in his thirties, who would call him uncle in terms of his seniority, utters wild words, is arrogant and disrespectful, but I have to take care of him, what the hell is wrong with the world!

Including many entertainment companies nowadays, relying on the backing of black bosses, domineering, look, they used to be able to decide the life and death of others, but now they can control the reincarnation after death. What else is impossible?

A phone call was made to Director Hu, and now Director Hu saw that the phone numbers of the police station here were all up to eight, and he was very reluctant to answer it. He heard such a big joke again, and after a long while, he asked One sentence:

"Old Chen, you said you wanted Tong Si, a police officer, and I transferred it to you, and you said you wanted Hawthorne, so I also turned down my face and begged Director Zhou. I have really done my best to you. .”

As soon as Old Chen heard the words "Benevolence to the utmost of righteousness", he expected Director Hu to distance himself from him in the next step.

Sure enough, Director Hu hung up the phone hastily after saying "you can figure it out, I didn't hear anything".

Counting the days with my fingers, I will retire in three months, and I can't stumble at this juncture.

Fan Tianlin was right, the gangs were powerful, how many police officers were their ghosts, they were all masters who wanted money and life, blocked their way of making money, who knows what they could do.

Especially Bandy, she pays hundreds of millions of dollars in taxes every year. It has to be said that she is indeed a big pillar of Gun N' N' Roses Entertainment Company, a cash cow.

Offending the team behind her, it would be better to commit suicide with a gun.

What should I do, choose to tell the truth or the 300 million that is difficult not to be tempted.

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Zhu Yuhan put on his police uniform, called Zhou Xiaoran and Tong Silai, and prepared to go to the crime scene to re-investigate.

I just walked to the door, thought about it, and planned to go back and say hello to the director.

After all, it was rare for Old Chen to come here once, and he would retire in three months, so it was good to hang out in front of him if he had nothing to do.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw the door of the office was open, and walked over on tiptoe, but suddenly heard a "ding".

Looking around, a coin was thrown into the air, crossed a beautiful arc, and then landed in the palm of the hand.

Old Chen stood there, smiled wryly, shook his head, and put away the coins.

Generally, when flipping a coin, most people will give the right to choose to God, so at that moment, their minds are blank;

For another group of people, when flipping a coin, one of the choices or even the ending has already appeared in their minds.

Sometimes, humans are no different from paramecium, both have the commonality of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

Just like Director Chen who has been incorruptible for many years, the moment he tossed the coin into the air, he saw his daughter who was still studying for an MBA in the United States, his wife who was still sick in bed, and the gangster who regarded human life as nothing.

Yes, I knew the answer early on.

Turning around, he was facing a pair of dull eyes.

Lao Chen felt a little guilty, he shook his body, and looked at Qing Zhu Yuhan, the first stunned head of the police station who came to the door at some point.

And Zhu Yuhan understood the meaning of the one-yuan coin at that moment.

After the coin fell, Director Chen didn't check whether it was literal or fancy, because he gave himself the right to choose, so it didn't matter what was decided by God.

He suddenly knew that the coin found in the dead body was a secret that the so-called murderer wanted to tell the police.

There are generally two situations for serial killers who like to leave marks on the scene:

One is to despise the police, or think of justice, and leave a mark to warn everyone;

The other is a patient with split personality.

It is difficult for them to decide their own thoughts. He knows that he is doing something wrong, but his thoughts are out of control, his personality is out of control, and he cannot be eliminated. Unless the body dies, he will never be free.

This conclusion is just speculation, it is hard to say whether it is right or not.

"Zhu team, why are you dawdling, it's getting dark."

Tong Si ran up and saw his family Zhu Dui staring at Lao Chen, the atmosphere was indescribably weird.

Zhu Yuhan finally came to his senses after being shouted by Tong Si's broken voice.

He saluted Old Chen, then put his arm into the remaining sleeve, and took out his cell phone as he walked out.

The number that I once set as a special call, when I dial it, there will be cartoon monkeys jumping around on the screen.

The phone just rang, there was no prompt to shut down or an empty number, and it kept ringing, but no one answered it.

Eventually, it is transferred to a voice message after the busy tone.

Zhu Yuhan took a deep breath, covered the phone tightly, and said softly:

"Fu Huaiyu, I understand the meaning of the coin, give me a call back..."

"Team Zhu, don't think about it anymore, Team Leader Fu has been away for so long, if he wanted to come back, he would have come back." Tong Si shook his head.

"Yes, if he wanted to call you back..." Zhou Xiaoran added.

"Can you speak? Why is your EQ so low?" Tong Si curled his lips.

"You are the one who can't speak. Didn't you start this?"

Zhu Yuhan was not in the mood to listen to their bickering, so he got into the car, ignited the gas, and drove out of the police station parking lot.

In the rearview mirror, Zhou Xiaoran and Tong Si were running towards this side with all their lives and displaying Bolt's sportsmanship.

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Coming to the concert site again, it's time to call it a "crime scene".

Contrary to the crowded crowds last time, the current concert scene is as deserted as a lonely grave after autumn, without even a shadow of a person.

Zhu Yuhan's cell phone rang suddenly, and the strange monkey cry made all three of them shudder.

Picking up the phone and looking at it, the excitement brought about by the thought of "maybe Fu Huaiyu called back" was fleeting.

"Forensic doctor, what's the matter?"

For Zhou Xiaoran, the words "forensic medicine" were like a shot of stimulant.

Seeing her approaching without a trace, she pricked up her ears to hear exactly what Chu Rong said.

"I just examined the wound on the neck of the deceased. The strangle marks are deep and thin. It can be confirmed that they were strangled by a very strong soft fiber rope."

"Soft fiber rope?" Zhu Yuhan asked back: "If you hang a person on such a high window, wouldn't nylon rope or hemp rope be stronger?"

"I don't know about this, maybe it's material at your fingertips."

The words "at your fingertips" are like enlightenment, awakening the dreamer.

Today's concerts are not like old years, when singers and entertainers stand in the center of the stage and sing honestly;

Now, in this gaudy age, the concert form is also extremely gimmicky.

For example, put on wings, hang a wire, fly into the air, and look down on everyone with the attitude of a god.

The ultra-high molecular polyethylene fiber is the tool rope used for hanging wire.

"Then the fibers found in the nails of the deceased were the same material as the fibers that strangled the deceased."

"That's exactly what I want to say on the phone." Chu Rong cleared his throat slightly.