Pretend to be a ghost for seven days. [First update] "Where did the ground meat go?"

The next day, the covers and headlines of various magazines and newspapers were all too mediocre, and Zhong Sheng's rare side profile photos at the reception dominated newspapers and magazines.

Originally, I finished the manuscript and planned to take [Boom!Eighteenth-line artist Jiang Yiming is suspected of stepping on two boats! 】The media writers who are headline parties all received news from the old editor overnight——

The manuscript was withdrawn and asked to rewrite it. In the content of the manuscript about Zhong Sheng, no mention of that artist was allowed.

"Good old editor! No problem old editor!" The writer trembled and rewrote overnight.

It's just that the media magazines don't write like that, but they can't stop the hot-eyed netizens on the Internet.

First came the news of Jiang Yiming's attendance at the public charity gala, and then Zhong Sheng's cover photo.

[Hey, did I think too much?Are these two showing up together again? 】

【I look at that photo of Zhong Sheng!It seems to be watching Jiang Yiming!There is Mingming's outfit in the corner! 】

[I, Zhong Sheng's three-year-old dog, have never seen him with such a soft expression in any public occasion!I can't do it anymore, the boss cried softly QAQ]

【soft……?I looked at it horizontally and vertically and thought it was a popsicle? 】

[Compared to other photos... this expression is really soft, is it my filter? ! 】

[Don't ask, asking is a coincidence, asking is brotherhood! 】

[Recently, the entertainment industry has nothing to eat, right?Cross-circle CP can eat by head? 】

【I'm the only one who wants to say, Jiang Yiming's body looks good, right? ! 】

[Sister upstairs ah ah ah!This is the normal style of painting!I've been wanting to say this for a long time!Not a fan, just a passerby, but this outfit really hit me instantly! 】

[It's the dress of a medieval western noble young master, woohoo, and, oh Virgin Mary, it's damn appropriate! 】

【…】

Bao Qiwen had already guessed about this farce on the Internet.

Zhong Sheng has already helped him solve the trouble of the physical publication, and he can't ask for too much...

——Fart, if Boss Zhong didn't run to find his artists, they wouldn't be in such trouble.

Bao Qiwen blocked the posts directly claiming that Jiang Yiming was adopted on the forum;

The content on Weibo is not too much, so he led the navy and fans to grab the hot comments, and put "eat cp by head" and beauty prosperity at the top of the comment area, as for other cp addicts The small voice can't be suppressed too hard.

Bao Qiwen said that one piece and one relaxation are the way of civil and military affairs.

What's more, if these two people really want to make it public in the future, then he can't swell his face, can he?

There is a fine line in being a human being.

Fortunately, now Jiang Yiming is at best a young rookie who has just debuted, and fans are easier to fool than traffic fans, otherwise, if this matter is placed on any traffic home, it will be torn apart every minute.

On Zhong Sheng's side, he just finished a remote video conference.

As soon as he walked out of the office, he saw his assistant secretly watching gossip online. The protagonist of the gossip was either someone else or himself.

He stood behind the assistant, like a ghost behind the scenes. When the assistant watched the whole process and ate cp's post with a sweet smile, Zhong Sheng also watched how other people flirted with him and the young master of the Jiang family.

He thought to himself expressionlessly, his intentions were already so obvious that passers-by could see them clearly, why is the young master of the Jiang family still so dull as a fool?

cross out.

As cute as a fool.

The assistant exited the Bagua building contentedly, and the computer screen returned to the solid-color desktop with a black background, and then saw the reflection of his own boss reflected on the desktop.

The little assistant screamed in fright and nearly jumped out of the chair.

Zhong Sheng raised his eyebrows: "The lunch break is over?"

"It's over, it's over." The little assistant nodded hurriedly and said.

"Prepare the materials for the upcoming meeting, and send them to my office in 10 minutes." Zhong Sheng ordered, and walked to the tea room.

"President, President, let me help you pour coffee!" The little assistant mustered up her courage and said, according to her guess, the sisters in the tea room should also be gossiping about the president at this moment, with relish.

"No need." Zhong Sheng looked at the little assistant thoughtfully when he heard the words, and seeing that the other person shuddered, he immediately changed his words and abandoned the sisters in the tea room.

——"I'll sort out the materials right away!"

Zhong Sheng walked to the tea room, and as soon as he reached the door, he heard the employees in the tea room chatting.

"This photo really captures the CEO so softly. I think this look is looking straight into Ming Ming's heart after crossing a circle of passers-by!"

"Is there anyone else in the eyes of the president? There must be no one!"

"Who has ever seen the president set up a helicopter to pick up people? No! This little artist is not ordinary, at least in the heart of the president!"

"There are reasons and evidence." A deep and pleasant man's voice interrupted abruptly.

"Right!" Someone subconsciously echoed, and immediately the whole tea room fell into a strange silence.

"...No, no, no, no!"

"Boss is here! Me! I'm off to work!"

Zhong Sheng watched a group of employees scatter like birds and beasts. He lowered his head and picked up a magazine that someone had left on the table in the tea room. Naturally, he was the only one on the cover. He had managed those newspaper offices last night, so naturally he would not do anything excessive.

It's just that in this photo, Jiang Yiming's figure in that tuxedo still occupies a small part of the cover, and those people were referring to this photo just now.

Zhong Sheng tapped the small figure of Young Master Jiang on the cover, shook his head helplessly and gave a low laugh.

Everyone can see that he likes this person.

He put away the magazine, chose a cup of espresso, and stood in front of the softly beeping coffee machine in a daze.

Would Jiang Yiming, who is so sensitive, not notice?

He paused suddenly, recalling that during this period of time, Jiang Yiming's performance was like a little beast, instinctively constantly testing his bottom line.

He remembered the somewhat confusing "jealousy" remark the night before, and Zhong Sheng suddenly laughed.

Young Master Jiang may not have realized it, but his physical behavior was incredibly honest.

The employees of one group found that their boss usually hated being rumored the most, but this time he was in a surprisingly good mood, and even didn't deduct their bonuses for those who gossip about the boss in the tea room.

[It's not right, it's not right! 】

The chat icon of the employee's internal gossip group flickered.

[Being caught on the spot and still not being deducted the bonus? 】

[Happiness came so suddenly, I was a little caught off guard]

[+1, has the company negotiated a big project? 】

[It's a good idea, but a boss who has been working with him before is going to raise the price this time]

[Eh... that's not right!Why is the boss in such a beautiful mood? 】

【I think I got it right】

[The last time the boss went to pick up Ming Ming was also rumored to be a scandal, but the boss doesn't seem to be furious either? 】

[I got it real! 】

[Brothers and sisters upstairs, stop gossiping!It's a meeting! 】

Jiang Yiming didn't know that he had been thoroughly analyzed by Rapunzel. He didn't even know what he was thinking, and he didn't have time to think about it.

Right now he was standing in front of a meat grinder, behind which were dozens of meat grinders that were suspended.

Jiang Yiming pressed his temple with a headache and looked at Jiang Lin: "Processing factory? Seriously?"

Finding the corpse grinder related to Jiang Lin's sister among so many meat grinders was a little bit better than finding a needle in a haystack.

After Jiang Lin's intimidation last night, Huang Feng explained everything clearly.

Following Young Master Jiang's instructions, Jiang Lin prepared a recording pen in advance and handed it over to the police station overnight.

At this moment, the bureau sent people to come with Huang Feng to check the meat grinder that dismembered the corpse.

Jiang Lin nodded in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "Huang Feng said that he later resold that machine second-hand, and the processing factory said that he didn't remember which one it was. Anyway, they all look the same."

"However, the people at the processing factory still gave a range, and they just searched in this area." Jiang Lin added.

Jiang Yiming looked up at the size of the processing plant. It was two stories high and covered an area of ​​about several hundred square meters. Hundreds of machines stopped working at the moment, like quiet monsters crawling down one by one.

The corner of Jiang Yiming's mouth twitched: "Then I really thank him for giving this range."

Jiang Lin rubbed the back of his head.

Jiang Yiming took a deep breath, and the smell of blood and flesh inhaled into his nose. He wrinkled his nose and exhaled twice. He held a spirit-seeking talisman in his hand and hid it in a slightly longer sleeve.

He was surrounded by people from the police station branch, otherwise, he would be able to directly lock on to the target when he flew out of this spirit-seeking talisman, unlike now, he would have to walk over row by row to feel whether the spirit-seeking talisman in his hand responded.

Just when the group was a little discouraged, the spirit-seeking talisman in Jiang Yiming's hand suddenly burned hot and turned into ashes between Jiang Yiming's fingers.

Jiang Yiming quietly crushed the ashes on the ground with his toes, and then raised his voice and said, "I found it."

Several little policemen came around and looked at Jiang Yiming suspiciously: "Found it? Why did you say this?"

They have never been able to figure out why the director asked them to follow this young man who is neither a police officer nor a forensic doctor. This man looks like a pampered young master. How can he be of any use?

"Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, you can carry it back. Don't you have something to verify the blood? You will know when you go back and test it." Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows and said.

A little policeman was unconvinced and wanted to say something, but was stopped by an older man.

Before leaving, the director had specially taken care of him, no matter what Jiang Yiming said, just listen to the other party and don't ask too much.

So he nodded in response, and ordered his men to take the meat grinder back.

Back in the main police station, the forensic department is on the tenth floor, and the identification department is upstairs of the forensic department. The group went straight to the destination, borrowed a room and started the experiment.

The blood test that Jiang Yiming mentioned earlier is actually the luminol reaction. A specific reagent is sprayed on the meat grinder, and all light sources in the room are blocked, and the activator is turned on in the darkness.

When the luminol reagent meets blood, it will trigger a blue-green light.

Even if the blood is cleaned up, even the blood content of even one part in a million—a drop of blood dropped into a vat of water—can be detected.

Colleagues from the identification department sprayed the stimulator on it, and after the lights were turned off, flakes of fluorescent light reflected from the meat grinder made everyone at the scene subconsciously hold their breath.

Jiang Yiming clenched his fist subconsciously, pursed his mouth and said nothing.

"These...these are all blood..." A colleague from the identification department who looked a little young and hadn't worked for a few years trembled.

"It's a total strangling of one person..." Another colleague also murmured in a low voice.

There were old criminal investigators who had been in the industry for more than ten years, and there were also newcomers. No matter who they were, they were a little shocked when they saw the scene in front of them.

Jiang Yiming narrowed his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Where did the ground meat go?"

"..." Everyone present had goosebumps and looked at Jiang Yiming in unison.

Jiang Yiming twitched the corner of his mouth: "...I was just asking a question normally. Is this your reaction?"

"Hey, the question Mr. Jiang asked is indeed a common one." The older colleague from the criminal investigation department opened his mouth to make a relief.

A young policeman beside him was muttering: "But why does it make me feel so perverted when he asks?"

"..."

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