Absurd marriage

The costumer stumbled back from the dressing room to the stairs. Because of his panic, he stepped on the empty steps and rolled directly into the sight of everyone on the first floor.

Only then were the guests convinced that something serious had happened.

Without waiting for the security guards to arrive, Sheng Jisong rushed up to the second floor first, and Jiang Zheng followed. When he passed the costumer who fell to the ground, he deliberately stopped to help him, making sure that he was fine, but he was just dumbfounded by fright , and then stepped up to the second floor.

Sheng Jisong walked into the locker room, and what he saw was Zhao Bailu's tragic death. The slit on his neck was deep enough to reveal bones, and the exposed flesh and blood attracted flies. The cigarette butt in his mouth pointed vertically to the ceiling.

The glass lights on the ceiling reflected light, reflecting another corner of the dressing room, where there was still a person lying down!

Jiang Zheng frowned: Was there someone in the room just now?

He followed Sheng Jisong and turned around a vertical wardrobe, and saw Shen Le lying on the ground.

"..."

He was not sure when Shen Le came and what he saw.

Uncertain factors, in his principles of action, have always been directly erased.

Sheng Jisong stepped forward to help Shen Le up, and after confirming that he was just fainted and had no other trauma, he handed him over to Jiang Zheng: "You take care of Shen Le."

Jiang Zheng stepped forward to support Shen Le's upper body, letting him lean on him.

Sheng Jisong picked up his mobile phone and called the police station. At the same time, the security guard downstairs also rushed over.

Before the incident broke out completely, Jiang Zheng had enough time to solve the uncertain factor of Shen Le.

Regardless of whether he has seen everything just now, as long as there is a 1% possibility, this person can no longer stay.

Being merciful to the enemy is tantamount to leaving hidden dangers for yourself.

Shen Le's face was pale, and the pheromones fluctuated violently, probably fainted by fright.

He fell into Jiang Zheng's arms, completely unconscious, and let others slaughter him.

Sheng Jisong was busy on the phone, the security guard was terrified by Zhao Bailu's death, and the guests downstairs hadn't been able to go upstairs to make trouble.

It only took 12 seconds for Jiang Zheng to break Zhao Bailu's neck - he originally planned to finish it in 10 seconds, but Zhao Bailu was too obese and had too much fat, so the whole process was forced to be extended by two seconds, maybe it was these two seconds that made him It was exposed in Shen Le's eyes.

He untied the cuff button of his left hand calmly. On the cuff button was a tail needle infused with psychotoxin. As long as this tiny needle was inserted into the back of Shen Le's neck, the pianist would have no chance of waking up again. He would not die immediately, but would just fall into a coma for no reason, it would take a month for the toxin to ferment in the body, and Shen Le would pass away peacefully in his dream without pain.

This is the most benevolent way to silence Jiang Zheng can think of.

But when he touched the needle to Shen Le's skin, he couldn't do it.

Shen Le is the victim of this marriage and an innocent witness.

He was not guilty, just unlucky.

Unlucky to be entangled by Zhao Bailu, unlucky to bump into the assassination scene, unlucky to fall into Jiang Zheng's hands.

Other than that, he didn't do anything wrong.

When he signed Jiang Zheng's autograph and took a group photo in the background, he was still in a state of embarrassment with burning sincerity.

Zhao Bailu soiled his body, but not his soul. He carefully protected the art he loved, and completely separated his misfortune from music.

Jiang Zheng couldn't do anything to such a person.He was sure that if the needle was stuck, he would regret it.

"Xiao Le!!"

Shen Le's parents arrived, and Jiang Zheng silently retracted the needle, returning Shen Le to his family unscathed.

Wan Rong brought people back to the scene in person. He heard Sheng Jisong say on the phone that Zhao Bailu was assassinated and still found it unbelievable. He hurriedly asked if he could be rescued.

The police collecting evidence found a pile of ashes of unknown composition on the ground, and there was nothing left to gain. They could only hope for the burnt cigarette butt and possible fingerprints at the scene.

Jiang Zheng is not afraid of technical investigation, he confirmed that there is no flaw at the scene, and the only potential clue is Shen Le after waking up.

From the time Shen Le was sent into the ambulance, the whole matter was getting out of his control.

He couldn't be sure what Shen Le would say when he woke up.

People are the most unstable factor.

The engagement banquet turned into a murder scene, the guests were evacuated and asked to keep it secret. The police tried to find the hotel to monitor, but were told that this prestigious and luxurious royal hotel did not have monitoring equipment that could easily expose privacy.

The reason given by the person in charge is also very good: "The people who enter and exit this hotel are all important people, and we have no right to monitor their behavior."

And the people who attended the banquet had been screened for a round when they were invited. They were all VIPs with clean backgrounds and prominent backgrounds. Even if there were a few outsiders, they were often brought in by big shots. Can manage, in the final analysis, the hotel is just a server, not a controller.

The only one with an abnormal situation is the lady whose clothes were cut off. The police learned that her skirt was cut by a suspicious person with a knife, and thought they had a clue. At the scene, according to this idea, as long as the person is searched, the suspect can be identified quickly. At this time, the costumer who was still in shock said: "The one who cut the skirt is a knife."

Wan Rong frowned again. He glanced at the long table beside him. There were dozens of table knives of the same style, each of which had been held by different people, so there was no way to screen them.

The clues are all broken here.

It wasn't until noon that Sheng Jisong left the hotel. His face was serious, probably because he felt hot, so he took off his coat before getting in the car. Jiang Zheng reached out to take the clothes and held them for him.

"You go back today first." Sheng Jisong said.

"No, if something like this happens, I must personally protect you."

"No need." Sheng Jisong took a meaningful look at the special assistant he had chosen: "If he wanted to kill me, he would have already done so."

He let Jiang Zheng go home, and went to the palace himself to give Ouyang Hong an explanation.

In the morning, the blue sky and white clouds are still as beautiful as an oil painting. At night, this "oil painting" is ruined with gray paint.

Sheng Jisong, who returned home, glanced at the dark clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and called Jiang Zheng: "I have a document left in the Secretariat, file number 2079, you send this document to my home now."

As soon as the words fell, there was a torrential rain outside the window, and the branches were bent by the wind.

Sheng Jisong thought for a while, and said, "Forget it, I'll send it off tomorrow..."

"No problem, Mr. Sheng." Jiang Zheng interrupted him vigorously: "I'll send it over now, and I'll be there in half an hour."

After speaking, the phone hung up.

Twenty-nine minutes later, the butler entered the study and said that Special Assistant Jiang had arrived at the door.

Sheng Jisong opened the door himself, and saw that Jiang Zheng was drenched, and the umbrella in his hand had been blown apart by the wind.

"I didn't expect the rain to be so heavy, and I would be drenched like this as soon as I got out of the car." Jiang Zheng joked himself with a smile, and at the same time handed the documents protected in his arms to Sheng Jisong: "But the documents are not wet at all."

Sheng Jisong took the paper materials that were put in a waterproof bag, and in the file bag numbered 2079, there was Jiang Zheng's back tune results, and in detail, he had several friends in the kindergarten.

"Come in." Sheng Jisong caught a corner of the document, and pulled Jiang Zheng into the room: "Wait until the rain stops before leaving."

Special assistant Jiang put on a flattered look. When he entered the room, he was a little embarrassed because he was worried that the rain on his body would stain the clean floor of the living room. The housekeeper handed over a pair of clean slippers in time.

Sheng Jisong came out of the cloakroom, holding clean clothes in his hand: "Go take a shower and change clothes. I've caught a cold, so it's not worth it."

"I won't catch a cold." Jiang Zheng wiped the rainwater off his face disapprovingly, his fair skin almost glowing under the lamp.

Sheng Jisong looked away, and said half-orderly: "It makes me uncomfortable to see you wet all over, go and wash."

This drove him to the bathroom.

He went back to his study, opened the file bag, and saw sixty pages of personal information at a glance. There were ten approval stamps in the lower right corner of each page—this was the qualification seal for ten candidates.

The tenth branch is an intelligence agency, and the selection criteria are extremely strict. Once entering the review process of the tenth branch, it is equivalent to being stripped naked and thrown in the sun for dozens of professional inspections. Friends will be regarded as "stains" and will never be hired.

There are more than 4 people who participate in the election every year, and only 10 people are finally approved to join the ranks. These ten people will leave the ten offices in the future and enter any confidential organization in the south of the city.

Because of this strict selection system, Sheng Jisong never doubted Jiang Zheng's identity. Today, he remembered to check the specific situation of this special assistant, but he found nothing special.

Except for his amazing appearance and talent, Jiang Zheng is very ordinary in other aspects.

The family background is ordinary, the mother died young, and the father is an honest university professor.

The network is ordinary, and most of the friends I make are old classmates in school, and there are no social people.

The growth experience at each stage is very common. Except for being kidnapped and escaped by chance at the age of 6, and being selected into the ten places with the first grade at the age of 15, this person has no experience that can be called a legend.

Sheng Jisong failed to find any doubts from this information, he was puzzled, the door of the study was knocked twice, looked up, Jiang Zheng had already taken a shower, his hair was wet on his forehead , the whole body was filled with the heat from the bathroom, and the oversized shirt didn't feel out of place on him, but it was too much... if it was too much, what...

Sheng Jisong lowered his head, and wiped his dry nose, because of his nature, he occasionally had some nasty thoughts about Omega that he shouldn't have.

But these thoughts never come to the surface, let alone put into action.

"Mr. Sheng, I'm here to ask, do you need my help?"

"No, no need." Sheng Jisong said, "Go to the living room and watch TV for a while, and then go after the rain stops."

It's already 9 o'clock at night, very late.

Jiang Zheng sat on the sofa and switched the TV to the news channel. The news about Zhao Bailu's death at the engagement banquet had already been brought up in the news by the media.

Most people hold a kind of pleasure of finally letting go of his death.

The news did not report the latest situation of Shen Le, so Jiang Zheng believed that he was still safe.

At least get a good night's sleep tonight.

When people relax, they tend to get hungry.

The sound of "cuckoo" came from the stomach, and it happened to fall into the ears of Sheng Jisong who had just walked out of the study.

There are not many servants in the Sheng residence, and the cook arrives at a designated time and leaves after cooking.

"It seems that the rain won't stop." Sheng Jisong said, "You can sleep in the guest room tonight."

"it is good."

"If you're hungry, there should be bread in the refrigerator."

As soon as the words finished, Sheng Jisong heard his stomach growl too.

Although the sound was short, it was very loud.

The housekeeper was so scared that he quickly picked up his mobile phone and called the chef back.

Jiang Zheng stood up from the sofa and introduced himself, "I can cook noodles for you."

"..."

"I'm not hungry."

15 minute later.

Sheng Jisong sat at the dining table, ate the hot noodle soup, and sucked.

【"I don't eat, but the food I cook is delicious."】

He suddenly remembered what Jiang Zheng said, which was true.

"Your hands are amazing." He finished the last sip of noodle soup, put down his chopsticks, looked at Jiang Zheng's slow sucking of noodles, and said calmly, "You can cook, but you can also kill people."

"..." Jiang Zheng bit off the noodles and raised his innocent eyes: "Sir, what are you talking about?"

Sheng Jisong pulled Jiang Zheng's right hand and spread his palm: "When I picked up my clothes today, the strangle marks on my palm were still there."

"..." Jiang Zheng put down his chopsticks, only then did he realize that that inadvertent action was a temptation.

"The thing that strangled Zhao Bailu's neck was a gold thread, a special material mainly made of gold. It is extremely tough. With the help of a machine, it can cut a piece of wood with a radius of 20 centimeters. However, it is afraid of fire. Once it encounters an open flame, immediately burn to ashes."

"Because of its deadly flexibility and easy destruction characteristics, it has always been popular with special personnel. It is much easier to hide a gold thread as thin as a hair than a gun."

He exposed it word by word: "A good tool is also a pick. To strangle the neck of an obese middle-aged man in a short period of time requires extremely high arm strength. At the engagement banquet, it must be Zhao Bailu's first-class hollow radish. , or a literati from Shen Le's side, someone who can have this kind of arm strength, there is no other person besides you at the scene."

He looked into Jiang Zheng's eyes: "You can throw me over your shoulder without any effort, and you can naturally strangle Zhao Bailu's neck without any effort. It's just that the effect of force is mutual. Even if you wear special gloves on your hands, There are still strangle marks."

"..."

Jiang Zheng looked at the Secretary-General with admiration. He didn't panic in his heart, but his eyes were red, and tears came as soon as he said it: "Do you want to hand me over to the police?"

"...don't earn sympathy with tears." Sheng Jisong tapped the table with his knuckles:

"You, who are you?"