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Xing Yun immediately rushed towards the corner. The old criminal policeman was carefully prying open the socket panel with a knife, and he took out a camera the size of a pinhole.

"Good guy, this thing is small enough. If it weren't for my sharp eyes, I wouldn't have noticed it." The old detective said proudly and happily.

Xing Yun and the others subconsciously looked at the director.

The director subconsciously waved his hand and said, "I didn't do this!"

"But you are also responsible for the appearance of this thing in your radio room." Xing Yun said, he took the pinhole camera from the old criminal policeman, "Please come with us."

The director's face was almost blue.

He felt that this year was really unlucky, not to mention a murder case, and someone installed a pinhole camera in the radio studio.

"You don't have to worry too much." The old criminal policeman is better at being a man, and he can see that the director is more worried, so he comforted him: "We are just taking you to ask some questions. If you have nothing to do with these things, then absolutely Something will happen."

The director's complexion improved a bit.

He forced a smile and followed the crowd to the police station.

Except for the director, everyone else in the crew was also invited to the police station.

Tonight's filming was blocked, which meant that the murderer was most likely one of them.

Sirens pierced the sky.

Neon lights passed by the window quickly, behind the police car, Xu Weiping suddenly laughed.

Xing Yun was driving the car, and when he heard the laughter, he couldn't help raising his head to look at Xu Weiping in the rearview mirror: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Xu Weiping said.

The smile on his face faded away calmly, and Xing Yun's teeth itched when he saw it. He can guarantee that Xu Weiping must know something to laugh, but he just doesn't tell himself.Xing Yun usually likes to show off that he is smarter than others, but now that it is his turn, he realizes how annoying this practice is.

When Xing Yun and others arrived, there was a murder case in the live broadcast of "Sound of Fame". The outside of the police station was already full of reporters with long wooden warehouses and short guns. Before their police cars stopped, the reporters rushed up one after another.

Xing Yun stepped on the brake, cursed in a low voice, he stopped the car, got out of the car first, and went around to the passenger seat to help Gu Qing out, but Su Qi was already ahead of him.

His eyes were as cold as ice and snow, and he scanned the reporters around him. Those who were caught by his eyes were all stiff and lowered their heads with interest.

Gu Qing, Su Qi and others escaped, but Xing Yun fell into the clutches of the reporters.

"Officer, can you tell me about the scene of the crime? Is this another case of the murderer?"

"Officer, there are many discussions on the Internet about this matter. Some people say that the police are not doing their job well. What do you think?"

Xing Yun almost tried his best to escape from the siege of the reporters. After he entered the police station, he let out a sigh of relief, "These reporters are really crazy. They are blocked by people just to get the news." My way won't let me go."

"The criminal police officer has worked hard." Lu Qing said thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Xing Yun's ears turned red, and he coughed against his lips: "Actually, it's nothing, but you are not frightened."

"No." Lu Qing shook his head and said, he frowned when he said this, "It's a pity that the sound insulation effect of the radio room is too good, I can't hear the sound from the next door at all, otherwise, maybe there may be some clues."

Lu Qing's hearing is very good, as long as he has heard a voice once, he can accurately identify who it is, and he can even clearly remember everyone's footsteps.

"maybe."

Xu Weiping's fingers tapped on the keyboard quickly. Next to his hand is a pinhole camera, which is a live broadcast pinhole camera. Therefore, there is no SD card, and it is difficult to retrieve video and audio. Only people with this pinhole camera can possibly find clues.

His fingers suddenly tapped on the keyboard, and a line of IP addresses appeared on the light blue page.

Xu Weiping raised his head and said calmly: "In the first building of the green shade community in Chongming District, Beijing, there are a lot of expensive instruments in the radio room, and there are not many people who can go in. You can ask the director to see who lives there." In this community, is it the crew of the crew?"

At this juncture, Xing Yun would not disagree with Xu Weiping at all. He nodded, pushed away from the office, and walked to the office hall outside. The hall was full of crew members at this time, and the director was scratching his hair in a hurry.

It was Xing Yun's old partner who took the notes for him.

"Brother Liu, let me ask him something."

Xing Yun pulled out the chair, sat down next to his old partner, and said calmly.

"That's fine, you can ask." The old partner thoughtfully gave Xing Yun the time.

The director looked at Xing Yun with cold sweat on his forehead. Even though he knew very well in his heart that this matter had nothing to do with him, it still couldn't make him feel fearful and fearful.

"Officer Xing, what do you want to ask?"

"Don't be nervous, this matter has nothing to do with you, I just want to ask you, does anyone in your crew live in the Lusha District of Chongming District?"

Xing Yun asked in a low voice.

"Green Shade Community——" the director was stunned for a moment, and he looked at the assistant who was two tables away from him. His back was wet with sweat.

Xing Yun followed the director's line of sight, and when he saw the assistant, he immediately understood.

The identity of this assistant just fits Xu Weiping's character outline. He is not only a staff member of the crew, but also has access to the radio studio. After all, as the director's assistant, he has to do everything, so naturally he can go anywhere.

Xing Yun stood up, pulled away the chair, walked to the desk, and said to his assistant, "Isn't Qian Yisheng?"

"Yes, I'm Qian Yisheng." The assistant was obviously a little nervous about his arrival, and he even stuttered: "You, what's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing, we want to ask you to go to the office for a chat, and by the way, talk about the difference between turning yourself in and being arrested." Xing Yun hinted.

Qian Yisheng's face turned pale. He didn't know that he had been exposed, so he smiled wryly: "I knew I would definitely be discovered, okay, I'll go with you."

He wisely gave up resisting and followed Xing Yun into the office.

"Where's the phone connected to the pinhole camera?" Xu Weiping asked indifferently as soon as Xing Yun pushed Qian Yisheng into the office.

Qian Yisheng took out a mobile phone from his pocket and put it on the table, "This is the mobile phone, but I just recorded some videos of Liu Feichen and sold them. Yes. I, I didn’t know what happened inside until I bumped into you at the door.”

Both Xing Yun and Xu Weiping believed Qian Yisheng's words.

With so many people on the set, and the complicated work of the assistants, Qian Yisheng had no chance at all, and he would not do such a stupid thing as taking out the mobile phone connected to the pinhole camera. If this was photographed, he would be in big trouble .

In their industry, it is quite unruly to say that there are no rules. Anyone can enter the industry, and there are all kinds of weird things, but if you want to talk about rules, there are many unspoken rules. It is a big taboo, and secretly installing a pinhole camera is even more taboo among the taboos.

If word spread, no matter how powerful Qian Yisheng was, he would be banned by the entire industry.

This is also the reason why Qian Yisheng dared not admit it just now.

He still held on to his last hope, hoping that the police would not track him down.

Xu Weiping put on his gloves, picked up the phone, and transferred the video inside to the computer.

Qian Yisheng arranged all the videos by date, so he quickly found tonight's video.

"Turn off the lights and I'll project the video."

Xu Weiping said.

Xing Yun reached out and slapped the light off.

The image on the wall wobbled, then stabilized, and the video started slowly. Everyone in the room held their breath involuntarily. They saw Liu Feichen lazily lying on the sofa after pushing the door open. At the same time, his The sound also sounded at the same time.

"What kind of special guest, didn't he get this opportunity by relying on the thigh of the president of IMD! Hmph, such a person has the face to compete with me for the position of fame!"

The more Liu Feichen thought about it, the more angry he became, and since there was no one in the radio room, he cursed inside.

Just as he was venting his anger from cursing, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Liu Feichen frowned, stood up, and got up unprepared to open the door. He guessed that the person who knocked on the door might be an agent or a crew member, but he never thought that the murderer would appear here .

As soon as he opened the door, his eyes widened when he saw someone coming: "You..."

From the perspective of the pinhole camera, they could only see that the murderer stretched out a pair of gloved hands and stabbed Liu Feichen in the abdomen with a knife. His action was decisive, and the other hand covered Liu Feichen's mouth in time, and then it was logical Pushing him gently into the radio room, he closed the door.

The murderer was clearly prepared. He was wearing a dark sweater and a mask on his face. The hood of the sweater was hanging down to cover his eyebrows and eyes. Everyone could only look at him as decisively as a dog. Carefully cut open the vocal cords and removed the eyeballs.

He seemed to be enjoying this tormenting process very much. Not only was his movement slow, but rather slow.

After finishing everything, the murderer dragged Liu Feichen's body to a chair, placed the note in front of the camera, placed two eyeballs on it carefully, and methodically handled the camera and microphone.

Everything looks slow, but it's all done in just 10 minutes.

As soon as he closed the door with his front foot, the pinhole camera on his back foot vaguely recorded the voice of the host reading the opening remarks.