Countdown [entertainment]

It's a little cold in late autumn, and a breeze blows through the leaves, turning and falling, like butterflies, dancing lightly.

Jiumu turned his head and focused on the dead leaves picked up by the speeding cars on the side of the street. After enjoying the brilliance of spinning and flying for a moment, he returned to silence.

The young policeman sitting next to him has been watching him from the corner of his eye. The more he looks at him, the more he feels that the boy is not suspicious. From the moment he calmly followed him into the car, to now he just looks out the window without saying a word. They don't care about the progress of the case, including their investigation, as if they are going to perform a business.

The bottom of the eyes are clean like the faint light of the silver moon, the thin lips are pursed into a thin line of alienation, the facial features are a little indifferent, and even if you don't look carefully, you can't detect a trace of sadness inside.

Make the atmosphere sad.

In fact, he asked repeatedly just now if it was a case of killing people. The older policeman replied that someone died in Ji Haoran's villa. It was suspected of murder, and everyone would be taken to investigate.

He didn't specify who it was, but the boy was inexplicably depressed.

Everyone has sympathy for beautiful things, so the young police officer said, "Hello, Mr. Jiu, my name is Yingzhi."

Jiumu regained his senses slightly, turned his face, and said politely: "Hello, Officer Ying."

Being stared at like this, Ying Zhi immediately forgot what she had just thought up, opened her mouth, and said after a while: "Well, it's like this, you left the villa early this morning, didn't you?"

Jiumu nodded: "Yes."

"May I ask why?"

Jiu Mu said: "I have an appointment with the driver. He is busy, and he has to take another artist to the set in the morning."

"Did you make an appointment yesterday? What's the artist's name?"

"Yes, we made an appointment yesterday. The one who needs to use the car in the morning is an actress, Huang Yan."

Yingzhi nodded: "Then where did you go before you left the villa in the morning and after you returned to the company, and who did you meet?"

"Xiao Ying!" The police officer next to him called him: "We will investigate all of this later, and you can't record it now, so don't say a few words."

"Oh." Yingzhi was taken aback for a moment, then agreed repeatedly, and smiled embarrassedly at Chao Jiumu.

The interior of the carriage was quiet again, Jiumu was interrupted by this, and the emotions just dissipated, his eyes were flat, and he sat upright and looked straight ahead.

Yingzhi took a few glances at him, and he just wanted to say a few more words to Jiumu inexplicably, but as a result, his professionalism directly began to investigate the alibi.

Yingzhi was a little annoyed, and put pressure on others before he even arrived at the police station. If the non-suspect might become nervous because of this, he might say something wrong during the actual investigation, and the real prisoner might still rely on He thought out the wording of his question in advance to confuse the audience.

Either way, there will be considerable resistance to the police investigation.

However, he didn't seem to affect Jiumu's mood at all, the latter still had that calm and indifferent expression, and the word "staying out of it" is more appropriate to describe it.

But Yingzhi knew that he couldn't stay out of it.

The last thing to stay out of it is him.

The police car drove into the police station, the older policeman Yang Lei got out of the car first, said something to the guard, and walked in with Jiumu and Yingzhi.

The hall was a bit noisy, and many people gathered. Jiumu's company was relatively far away and came late, and many people had already waited for a long time.

Before passing through the corridor, a loud noise came from the front.

"—Fuck. Damn!! I was with you yesterday, why the fuck did you tell the police if you didn't?!! Are you sick?!! You came to me on your own initiative last night, I beat you to death, bastard!!"

Cheng Yihui, who was waiting in the hall after being questioned, suddenly had his eyes tearing open, his eyes were bloodshot and he cursed angrily while rushing towards Xiao Xiao who had just come out of another room, raising his hand to beat him violently.

A policewoman subconsciously stretched out her left arm to block Xiaoxiao's face, Cheng Yihui desperately blocked her hand, grabbed Xiaoxiao's arm and threw it to the ground like a torn sack.

Two policemen rushed over and controlled Cheng Yihui, but the latter was still in a violent mood and kept yelling: "I...fuck you stinky bitch! Tell me again, did I stay with you last night!! Police Comrade, she's fucking talking nonsense!! I have an alibi!! I just stayed with her!!"

It is easy to expose one's nature. Cheng Yihui, who usually looks well-dressed, is now like a wild man in a half-mad state and irrational. He is firmly imprisoned by the police, but he can't stop swearing out of his mouth. jump.

"—Damn it, it's not a good time for that woman to die, she has to choose this time to die, it's really not good to be alive and dead..."

Xiao Xiao, who was shivering behind the guard of the policewoman, suddenly raised her head, rushed over with some strength and slapped Cheng Yihui fiercely, knocking the cursing latter into a daze for a moment.

She was still shaking all over, her small body looked extremely thin, more tears welled up from her eyes, and she said to the policeman who controlled Cheng Yihui in a trembling voice: "Police...uncle policeman, I really wasn't with him yesterday At the same time, he just bullied me, a girl, and asked me to help him create an alibi... I have been with her for so many years, and I want to find out the murderer more than anyone else, you must investigate him... Please... "

As she spoke, she covered her face tightly again and wept uncontrollably. The extreme grief made the girl a little unsteady, and the policewoman hurried over to support her.

Cheng Yihui finally recovered from the disbelief, the sharp pain on the side of his face was still clear, a fierce light slowly appeared in his eyes, and his tone was almost crazy threat: "You fucking dare to hit me. Zhang Xiaoxiao, you are finished!" .See if I don't play with you to death, you bitch."

The eyes of the people around became more and more strange, and they even turned away from Cheng Yihui involuntarily. Not to mention the extreme disrespect for the deceased, just uttering such rude words to a girl immediately caused his image to decline rapidly.

"I really didn't see him..." Xiaoxiao was still sobbing, when she saw the stern-faced captain of the criminal police team approaching, she cried intermittently as if she had caught a life-saving straw: "I went to bed very early yesterday. Oh, I didn't see him at all, I didn't see Cheng Yihui at all, he was talking nonsense, he just didn't have an alibi, police uncle, you have to believe me..."

"Well." The captain of the criminal police team said: "We will find out, and we will ask some details when you calm down. Everyone wants to find the murderer as soon as possible, so please don't cry."

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Jiumu's heart, like a bubble, rising bigger and bigger, making people extremely depressed.

People's whispers, the girl's cries, and the police's persuasive voices were intertwined and passed into Jiumu's ears, blurred and chaotic, making his whole brain dizzy, and even thinking seemed to involve pain.

Holding a folder, Yang Lei pushed open the door of an office: "This way."

"Please ask, the deceased is..."

Before Jiumu finished speaking, the door of the next room suddenly opened, and a boy rushed out, grabbed Jiumu by the collar and threw him against the wall, and punched him in the face with the other fist.

Everything happened so fast that none of the policemen including Ying Zhi and Yang Lei could react. In desperation, Jiu Mu quickly turned his head to one side, narrowly dodging the boy's fist.

He frowned slightly, and raised his hand to grab Pei Che's wrist.

"Why are you crazy?" Jiumu said in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned, watching Pei Che's red eyes suddenly covered with a layer of mist, his eyes were still full of rage, as if he wished to tear himself apart, but there was a sorrow hidden underneath, a desperate sorrow.

Jiumu's heart stopped suddenly for a moment, and the premonition intensified.

"Why—"

Pei Che gritted his teeth, but his voice trembled: "She likes you so much, why did you attack her?! Jiumu, tell me why?!"

The last three words were almost roaring, Yingzhi hurried up and pulled Pei Che away with the police officers who rushed to the side. The little boy didn't struggle and let them drag him away, but his eyes were fixed on Jiumu, as if he was about to turn into an arrow and kill Pei Che. Numerous blood holes poked out of the person.

Jiumu's eyes were blank for a moment, and he even took a step towards him: "Speak clearly."

His fingertips on the side were already trembling slightly, as if something was about to tear off the fragile veil.

Pei Che was panting heavily, drooping his shoulders as if he had lost all his strength, the black hair on his forehead covered the tears in his eyes, his voice was very slow, very slow: "Such a good person...why She will be the one to die, why... Sister Xin Qing..."

The whole hall was in chaos, people were hiding behind chairs and whispering, Xiaoxiao was still sobbing, Cheng Yihui kept cursing, and the policemen hurried back and forth.

And Jiumu stood in the center of the chaos, surrounded by a mess.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-1515:11:02~2020-06-1718:04:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: lbh1;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!