The Book of Death by Heart Poison

Of course Liu Zhiqin's kick didn't go down.Hua Chong stood up with ease, tidied his clothes, the laziness on his face disappeared, and he regained his composure and ability as if he had changed his face.

Haizi: "..."

who I am?where am I?What did I just do?

Why can't I think about it, and encourage Brother Liu to kick the flower team?

Pei Qing "tsk tsk" twice, looking at Haizi like a dead dog.

"What are you looking at?" Hai Zi quickly stared back, then stretched out his hand, "Bring it here!"

The reason why they came upstairs was that Liu Zhiqin had sent a message before, asking them to pack two portions of oiled paper bacon rice and come back after eating.

It was Haizi who agreed, but Haizi was empty-handed, and the pocket was in Peiqing's hand.

Pei Qing stretched out her hand reservedly, but retracted it when Haizi was about to pick it up, and then directly put the pocket on the table under Haizi's angry gaze.

"Thank you." Hua Chong opened his pocket, touched the oiled paper with his finger, and the temperature.

Oil paper bacon rice is a specialty of Qishu Town. It doesn't look very good, but when you open it, the aroma alone makes you salivate.

Although one serving is only a square piece, the rice is soaked in oil and pressed very firmly, and the bacon is also very heavy, so you won’t be hungry all day after eating one piece.

It is very convenient for local farmers to carry such a piece when they are working.

Hai Zi said, "Then let's leave first."

"Wait a minute." Liu Zhiqin stopped him, "The second season of 'Guessing Heart Channel' last year, did you watch Mr. Z's episode?"

"I've seen it, I've watched every episode." As a detective who loves to watch variety shows, Hai Zi often feels distressed that he doesn't have any colleagues to drink with him.

Liu Zhiqin: "How is it?"

Haizi didn't react for a while, "What's the matter?"

"Tell me about your feelings." Hua Chong put the oiled paper bacon rice aside, "When you read it, do you think it is significantly different from the other issues?"

Haizi pressed his eyebrows and thought for a long time, "I think it's pretty much the same."

Hua Chong and Liu Zhiqin looked at each other.

Haizi seemed to think of something suddenly, and said again: "But if I have to say it, Mr. Z's episode is indeed a bit strange."

Hua Chong asked, "What's so strange?"

"Wait for me to organize the language. I'm not good at Chinese, and I failed the composition of the college entrance examination." Haizi walked back and forth for a few steps, thinking hard, and then snapped his fingers with a "snap", "How about we watch it together?" look?"

Pei Qing sneered disdainfully.

Haizi turned around, "Old classmate, what do you mean?"

"You held it in for a long time and snapped your fingers. I thought you could at least hold a fart." Pei Qing folded her hands, "You only invited us to watch together?"

Hua Chong turned his face away, holding back a smile.

Liu Zhiqin whispered to him, "Laugh if you want, don't hold back."

Hua Chong also lowered his voice, "Save face for Hai Zi."

"Is it for my convenience to explain?" Haizi was not convinced, "I'll say it now, won't Team Flower find out that episode and watch it? Why don't everyone watch it together!"

Liu Zhiqin applauded, "It makes sense."

The notebook on the table is Liu Zhiqin's carry-on weapon for intrusion and cracking. Most of the time, what appears on its screen are strings of codes, sometimes surveillance images.But now, it is broadcasting the "Guessing Heart Channel", and each living person has become Mr. Z's ghost.

Mr. Z sees all this as revenge.He believes that since he was born, he has been subjected to injustice from his family.He is not willing to act as a stepping stone for his brothers, he wants to use their blood to pave the way for himself.

"This issue has a characteristic, that is, it is too bloody." As the plot progressed, Hai Zi said while watching: "When I was watching it, I thought that this issue must have been very difficult to pass the trial. The number of murders alone, Z Mr. exceeded the standard, until I saw the end, Mr. Z died, he did not end well."

Hua Chong made a fist with his right hand, touching the tip of his nose, and said slowly, "It's too perfunctory."

The show is not long, and the arrangement is very compact. Ordinary people may have to use normal speed to see the details of the design, but all of you present are veterans in the field of investigation. It is easy to watch at 1.5 times the speed, so the progress bar is quickly pulled to the end end.

Liu Zhiqin nodded, "Variety shows must be reviewed. Mr. Z's ending can't be good, but the handling of this ending is very blunt, which is what the flower team said to be perfunctory."

Haizi said: "This is what I want to tell you. In Shi Limiao's other episodes, all the bloody shows will be designed with some small positive energy reversals, but this one doesn't. Let Mr. Z directly Had an accident."

Hua Chong pulled the progress bar back, stopped at the last kill of Mr. Z, replayed, and replayed again, "I think this is the ending, have you noticed, this is the section where the atmosphere reaches its peak. From the director's point of view , stop here, the story is complete."

Liu Zhiqin said: "But she has to add the last paragraph. She doesn't want Mr. Z to die, and the reaction in the show is just a perfunctory plot."

Haizi slapped his head, "You guys make a lot of sense."

Hua Chong smiled, "Actually, what you want to say is similar to us."

"Hey! What I want to say is almost the same as what I said. There is a big difference between the two." Haizi looked at Pei Qing, "Our Chinese is taught by the physical education teacher, right? I can't express it so accurately. "

Pei Qing snorted, "It's fine for you to be poor in Chinese, don't bring me with you."

"you shut up!"

"I do not."

The two left cursing.

"I'm going to visit Shi Limiao's hometown." Hua Chong clicked on the calendar, "Since there is a vague idea now, it should be made clear. Shi Limiao has basically cut off the connection with his family. But her current personality and behavior are likely to be influenced by her family. There are a few places that I am very concerned about, and I haven't found a reasonable explanation yet."

Liu Zhiqin took Hua Chong's notebook, which was full of ghostly symbols.

What's interesting is that he already understood Hua Chong's characters, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand Hua Chong's handwriting.

When Hua Chongzheng'er wrote the Eight Classics, the characters were quite decent, but this kind of writing while reasoning his thoughts was almost like a non-human language.

"One is that after being harassed by the owner of the farmhouse, she digested it on her own. The other is that she learned that Liu Mengjia wanted to ask her to help kill someone. Although she refused, the next time we meet, she will take Liu Mengjia to dinner." Hua Chongwei Frowning, "This is too abrupt, a mature professional should know how to deal with different people and things, but the way she deals with it exceeds the category of 'mature', it is actually a kind of bottomless compromise and Give in."

"Leaving tomorrow?" Liu Zhiqin asked.

Hua Chongdao: "If I can go, I want to go now."

Liu Zhiqin chuckled, "The Workaholic Flower Team is online again."

Hua Chong knocked on the table, "Come on, your workaholic flower team has assigned tasks."

"Okay, okay." Liu Zhiqin sat up decently, "Please arrange the flower team."

"Pei Qing stay here, you and Yue Yue go back to the capital together." Hua Chong paused and said: "Although there are brothers over there to assist us in the investigation, no one knows this case better than ourselves."

Liu Zhiqin seemed to have known that Hua Chong would make such a decision, "Okay, I will prepare immediately."

Capital, Special Ops.

Spring is already strong, and the temperature on the plain is much higher than that on the plateau. Liu Zhiqin was still wearing a gray loose cashmere cardigan when he got off the plane, but now he is only wearing a shirt.

But there is someone who wears less clothes than him, and that is the overlord of the special operations team, SWAT Zhaofan.

Zhao Fan rushed out from the other end of the corridor wearing a racer-shaped vest, and slammed on the brakes in front of Liu Zhiqin, with a "squeak" that resounded through the entire floor.

"Fuck, why are you back?" Zhao Fan raised his arm after stopping, as if he was dancing street dance, "Where is my flower?"

"What are you Huaer?" Liu Zhiqin glanced at his finally retracted arm, and said with a smile, "I thought you were going to do an impromptu rap."

Zhaofan is someone who is crazy, relying on his face and ability to provoke cats and dogs in the team, his mind is very fast, let alone an impromptu rap, just let him twist on the spot Yangko, he can probably twist it too.

"It's not impossible." Sure enough, Zhao Fan cleared his throat.

Liu Zhiqin regretted giving him sunshine.

But just after Zhao Fan finished "yo", he suddenly remembered that the question just now had not been answered, "Shen Xun said that you went to the west to investigate the case, why did you come back alone, where is my flower?"

The nickname "Hua'er" is well known in the Los Angeles police community, but in the special operations team, Zhaofan is currently the only one who calls it that.

Some people have a particularly thick skin, insisting that Hua Chong is a flower, and he is another flower. When Hua Chong comes, he will show that this flower is no longer the only flower.

Liu Zhiqin couldn't laugh or cry when he heard these words from Shen Xun.

"The victim works in the capital, and his network is here. I'll come back to do some investigation." The best way to solve the chatterbox is to tell the truth, so that the chatterbox has nothing to say, "As for the flower team, he went to the victim's hometown. "

Zhao Fan punched the palm of his left hand, "Poor thing."

Liu Zhiqin: "..."

Where is the pity?

"Look at you, you were forced to separate from Hua'er again." Zhaofan hooked Liu Zhiqin's shoulders in a manly manner, and sighed, "Tell me, do you need my help?"

Liu Zhiqin sneered, "Captain Zhaofan. Is your SWAT Team [-] conducting a closed training camp?"

Zhao Fan withdrew his hand in surprise, "Fuck, how do you know?"

"Not only do I know that you are conducting a closed training camp, but I also know that you are suffocated and want to sneak into our criminal investigation team and go out to get some fresh air."

As soon as Liu Zhiqin finished speaking, Zhaofan took several steps back.

"Captain Zhao Fanzhao." Liu Zhiqin said again: "Is this how you set an example for the new players on your team?"

Zhaofan twitched his eyebrows fiercely, clasped his fists together, "Farewell!"

Zhaofan came quickly and slipped away quickly.It was finally quiet, Liu Zhiqin breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards the criminal investigation group.

The left-behind team members have completed the preliminary investigation, sorted out the videos, recordings, etc., Liu Zhiqin called everyone, and read the transcripts alone after the meeting.

The relationship between Shi Limiao and his colleagues and superiors is a typical workplace relationship. They have mutual reservations and are not close to each other. They are harmonious on the surface and compete with each other on the inside.

No one mentioned Shi Limiao's family, and when asked, they said that Shi Limiao never talked about his family.

"She's independent and a great strong woman."

"She bought the house in the capital with her own money, which is amazing."

"When filming the show, she is the last one to leave every time, she is very dedicated."

"Her professional ability is also very strong. I remember that she didn't learn to be a director, right? But she learned very quickly."

Probably because she was killed, the employees of "Floating Life" all spoke positively about Shi Limiao, and no one mentioned her bad aspects.

This seems to be a respect, but it is not conducive to criminal investigation.

Shi Limiao must have some not-so-glamorous places, and there may be hidden reasons for her demise.As a detective, you have to dig out the truth—even if it doesn't seem to respect the dead.

Liu Zhiqin rubbed his eyes, got up to make coffee.

The condition of the special operations team is better than that of the Los Angeles City Bureau. There is a coffee machine in the pantry, and there is even a yogurt machine.

Liu Zhiqin continued to think about the case while waiting, focusing on two tasks, and finally brought two glasses back to the office.

After letting go, I remembered that Hua Chong was not there.

Liu Zhiqin lost his mind for a moment, the corners of his lips curled, he picked up his own cup, touched the other cup lightly, "Cheers."

At this time, the phone rang.

Liu Zhiqin picked it up and saw it was a picture sent by Hua Chong.There are two fake Starbucks cups in the picture, one standing upright, one poured down, and the brown liquid flowed everywhere.

Liu Zhiqin: "..."

Hua Chong's voice came, "Do you know what I did just now? Buy one get one free of coffee, I think I'll bring you a cup, and I just remembered when I brought it back, aren't you here?"

Liu Zhiqin already knew how the coffee was spilled.

He and Hua Chong did not know when they started to develop the habit of clinking cups before drinking coffee, as if no matter how dangerous a case is, clinking cups can solve the problem.

Hua Chong: "I just touched it, and it flipped over."

Liu Zhiqin's eyes were softer than the night outside the window, and he took a picture of the coffee on his desk and sent it over, saying, "It seems that I am more stable than you."

Hua Chong: "..."

After chatting casually, Liu Zhiqin drank both cups of coffee and turned his attention to the transcript again.

Although an employee named "Du Ran" praised Shi Limiao like everyone else, he hesitated to speak several times, and stopped when he seemed to be about to complain about Shi Limiao.

Liu Zhiqin found Du Ran's personal information, and read softly: "Du Ran, 34 years old, joined 'Fu Sheng' 9 years ago, and used to be the assistant director of the third variety show department..."

Although the assistant to the director does not sound that brilliant, but in "Fusheng", being able to become the assistant to the director is tantamount to being trained emphatically.

Afterwards, Du Ran was transferred to become a matchmaker serving artists, doing chores and could be replaced at any time.

In the past two years, she has worked in Shi Limiao's team, and she is still a handyman.

On the other hand, Shi Limiao, after Du Ran left the position of director assistant, Shi Limiao became the new director assistant, and soon became a director with works and resources.

Liu Zhiqin raised his eyes and decided to meet Du Ran in person.