Several students of different grades are finally connected together, and they meet at a certain point in their lives.
Qiao Ze's chest was hot, and he felt that they were close to the answer: "Teacher, can you describe this matter in detail and provide us with more information?"
The middle-aged female teacher thought for a while and said, "It seems that a film crew came over a month ago. I have seen them on campus. There are not many of them. They are about a cameraman, a director, and a few drama managers. They took pictures in Wanhu City, saying that they wanted to photograph the lives of the people here. At the end of the filming, they also said that they wanted to take pictures of the living conditions of the students here. I thought it was extracurricular activities to train the students and agreed, as if they were in school. The relevant registration information is posted on the bulletin board.”
The young female teacher added: "There is also a post on Tieba to promote this matter. Principal Wang is very supportive of this matter, and many students are interested, but the director and drama management have also screened it out. Students with special skills are needed, probably students I went to shoot for a week after class."
She took out her mobile phone and searched for a while, and pointed the post to Qiao Ze: "This is it..."
Qiao Ze took a look. The recruitment was for high school students from Wanhu No. 1 Middle School. There were no gender restrictions. They needed to live in Wanhu City, have special skills, have a good image, and speak standard Mandarin.
The male teacher said with some regret: "I knew this earlier and I wouldn't let Tao Yingxu go! It must have been in contact with people in the society at that time, maybe those directors and screenwriters were the murderers, and those students were kidnapped by them. …”
Shooting documentaries, which is a favorite activity of young people with strong desires. In their opinion, this matter is mysterious and interesting, and it is reasonable for those students to meet some outsiders in society.
Su Hui intercepted the relevant information, sent it to the work group, and then said: "Qiao Ze, please check as soon as possible to see if these few have anything to do with today's live broadcast, and who else is involved in this event."
He turned his head and said to several teachers: "Teachers, please also ask your colleagues, who else in the class participated in the recording of this documentary."
The three teachers filed out of the conference room as if they had been granted amnesty.
Su Hui looked down at his mobile phone. After the conversation just now, it was already 9:45, less than 15 minutes before the end of the live broadcast.
Su Hui called Lu Junchi and briefed him on the progress here.
Su Hui said very conservatively: "Now Qiao Ze has been investigating, and the list of participants in the documentary filming is also being sorted out. I don't know whether the anchor has any connection with this incident."
Lu Jun said lately: "Received, you continue to follow up on this clue."
Su Hui put his ear close to the handset of the mobile phone, and could hear Lu Junchi panting. He asked, "Have you not found it there yet?"
"No." Lu Jun said lately, "We have searched most of the area, but we haven't found it yet."
Su Hui asked again, "How's the work over there in Xuehai?"
"Zheng Bo is following up on that line. Just now, Bureau Tan spoke with Na Xuehai in person."
After all, there were only a few people in the serious crime team, so they couldn't be separated. Bureau Tan took over the leadership at that end, which was better than Lu Jun's late reporting back and forth.
Su Hui was a little worried: "It may not be a good thing to hold a press conference. Once the media joins, the variables of things will increase and everything will become complicated."
He had some bad premonitions in his heart, and the murderer was expecting that to happen.
"I'll remind them." Lu Jun paused for a while, then replied to Su, "Take care of yourself."
Su Hui lowered his voice and said, "I'm fine here, you also pay attention to safety." Then he hurriedly hung up the phone.
Putting down the phone, Su Hui took out a tissue from his pocket and coughed while covering his lips. The coughing was so violent that it shook his eyes.
Qiao Ze, who was on the side, was startled: "Mr. Su, I'll go and order some water for you."
Su Hui just wanted to say no, but his cough was unstoppable. Before he could speak, Qiao Ze ran out.
Qiao Ze came back quickly and put the paper cup on the table: "Mr. Su, the water is still warm, you can drink a little..."
Su Hui put his hand on his forehead, feeling a little feverish. The moment he closed his eyes, all the clues in his mind finally became clear, but the physical discomfort somewhat hindered his thinking, and he was sweating coldly, and it was a little cold at this time.
Seeing his pale face, Qiao Ze was a little worried: "Mr. Su, are you okay... Why don't I talk to the army team..."
Su Hui endured this for a while, opened his eyes, picked up the water glass, and drank the water with his eyes down: "I'm sick, it's alright, don't tell the Army Corps. It's the case that matters."
Now is the critical moment in the case. No matter what, he couldn't part Lu Junchi's mind at this time.
In Huadu, the night tonight was extraordinarily noisy and cold, and the entire Huadu was affected by the live broadcast event tonight.
Someone sent a message in the media group and found the address of Xuehai's family, so everyone notified their relatives and friends. Within an hour, dozens of media people had received the news, and they were squatting and guarding the name. Outside the house of the company owner of Xuehai.
It was a luxuriously decorated three-story villa. It was located in a better residential area in Huadu. Someone had long since pulled out the house plan and put it on the Internet. There are more than 400 square meters upstairs and downstairs. In a metropolis where every inch of land is expensive, the price must be tens of millions. It can be regarded as a standard luxury house.
There are not only reporters from official and well-known media, but also some tabloids and even self-media reporters squatting outside the door. When they saw the news, Wen Feng rushed over.
Some good people who lived nearby were also waiting downstairs.
The garden below the small villa was already full of people, and there were still people looking for it.
Everyone is like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, just to get first-hand news and information. Some people even started the live broadcast impatiently in order to rush to report.
It's cooler today, and those who wear less clothes are shivering.
Seeing that the time is almost up, those media people are all anxious.
"Why is there still no news, aren't the police going to release it?"
"Is it really necessary to make him confess the crime in front of the public according to what the anchor said?"
"I think, even if you become a release anchor, you may not release people."
"Isn't it because Xuehai's psychological work hasn't been done well by this time?"
"Usually an hour of interrogation is not enough. This matter is more fortunate than good."
A small policeman is maintaining order at the door: "Wait, don't mess up, don't ask questions casually."
Those media are not vegetarians, and they became angry after hearing this: "Don't ask questions, do you think we are tool people?"
"We rushed over from the bed at night to expose the facts."
"You can't shut our mouths, but you can't shut your mouths."
"Guilty is guilt, and innocence is innocence!"
The little policeman had provoked so much in one sentence that he shrank back in fright.
"Why don't you police do nothing and let us media be accomplices?"
"Where are your leaders? Why are you little policemen fooling us here?"
"If it is to be released through the media, it also needs to be more formal. What is this now?"
There is no formal press conference process, no quota review, no detailed arrangements, everything is rushed, and the scene is messy.
Just as he was talking, the door of the villa opened and a few people came out.
"Come here!" All the questions were thrown away for a while. The media swarmed up, and flashes flickered in the night sky. The live broadcast footage also went up.
Everything was too hasty, and neither the leaders, the police, nor the media were fully prepared.
Everyone did not rehearse, so they were driven to the shelves and started in a hurry.
At 9:55, that Xuehai finally appeared at the door of the house belatedly.
Zheng Bai and several other police officers stood behind him. After this incident, they were the first to rush over. Xia Mingxi found some relevant information about Xuehai in the city bureau's files, and he was also cleaned up on the Internet.
At first, Xuehai didn't want to stand up to the media, but after talking to the leaders of the General Administration, he finally let go.
But this time, there is not much time left.
Standing in front of dozens of media, surrounded by flashlights, Na Xuehai hesitantly unfolded a small note, his face was covered in sweat, his hands were shaking, and the paper in his hand rattled. .
"I...I admit that I have committed some crimes. I sold some inferior building materials to construction companies before, which caused a building to collapse and caused some casualties...I apply for a strict investigation of this accident...I apply for a strict investigation of my company ."
This time, the time is more abundant, and the netizens are more thorough. They have already listed all the projects that his company is responsible for. They found that the collapse this time is related to Na Xuehai, and this That Xuehai has actually cooperated with several well-known construction companies, and I don't know how many buildings have become dangerous buildings.
A reporter asked: "Seven people died, because you said there were some casualties?"
"If you don't report it, are you going to hide forever?"
"I see that your partner has a third construction. Does the recent bridge collapse have anything to do with you?"
"Do you admit that the quality problems caused by the substandard building materials you sell?"
The tougher question asked: "So the temps who were pushed out for sentencing at the time were scapegoats, right?"
"Please announce the list of developers who cooperate with you! Give the public the truth!"
"Some netizens have responded that you are taking care of underage girls, so what's your explanation, sir?"
"Someone reported that your building materials company has tax evasion, do you admit it?"
One question at a time, like a sharp sword stabbed.
"I...I..." That learnt Haiyu got stuck.
In the chaos of the crowd, an egg flew out and hit the forehead of Xuehai, who was smashed into a daze.
I don't know who took the lead and shouted: "The building collapsed and crushed seven people, but you are living in a big villa here, and you don't know how many people have been harmed by the junk building materials you sold! What you earn is the money of the common people. , such a social scum should die!"
"Yes! Such scum should die!"
"It is because of people like you that there are so many housing quality problems!"
"Why is a scum like you still at large outside!"
Zheng Bo was at a loss in his heart. It was the leaders who discussed that Xuehai must face the camera before he was pulled out at the last moment.
Just now Lu Junchi also reminded him that he must arrange the scene. Seeing that the scene was out of control, he frowned and said, "Maintain order."
Then he took a step forward, stood in front of Xuehai, and said to the media, "Stop broadcasting, he has already confessed to the crime, and later our police will find out everything, all the facts will be released, and we will definitely investigate. Be clear and give everyone an explanation."
The media's emotions were also excited: "It has been a long time, no one has dealt with it, the building has collapsed, people have died, and only temporary workers have been dealt with. If it weren't for the explosion this time, we don't know, do your police still have credibility? ?!"
"Usually arresting people is not good enough. At this time, it is quite timely to protect the scum."
"Do the police know about these things?"
"Who is making umbrellas for these black-hearted building materials manufacturers?"
A media sneered: "Isn't this forced to hold this media conference? It has long been revealed on the Internet that this person is a distant relative of the leader. After tonight, it is estimated that he will be at peace?!"
Zheng Bai lowered his voice and said, "The task we received tonight is to save people. I hope everyone will put saving people first. The results of the investigation will be made public later..."
After hearing this, several media outlets turned off the live broadcast, but there were still a few media outlets that didn't think it was too lively.
That Xuehai was dragged back by the police, he wiped the eggs on his face, and suddenly became furious, throwing away the policeman's hand.
The half-hour ideological work he had just done for him was completely scrapped. He tore the paper in his hand and threw it at the crowd: "I stand up to show respect for the leaders of the police station. Since you don't know how to praise, then go check it out. That The project, from top to bottom, which one didn't reach out and get a hand? There are so many left over to me. I want to sell the building materials. Can you pay for the money and the shortfall? The house collapsed after a few years of living. Other illegal operations? There is a problem with the project, why should the pot let me carry it alone. Bah, do you say that I take care of women and sleep in my bed one by one? That is love! "
This profiteer has been raped to the core, and he was willing to come out and say those few words before, neither because of his conscience, nor to save people, or he was forced to the edge of the cliff. He was called by name, and then he was pushed out and reluctantly stood at the front desk.
He felt that there were so many profiteers in the world, and he was not the only one who used shoddy building materials. He was just unlucky.
Na Xuehai looked at the reporters with open mouths and faces, aggressively.
"It's been almost two years since this happened. I can't eat or sleep well, but you guys have peace of mind. Did you really know nothing about the collapse of the building at that time? Why didn't you report it back then? Why did you come tonight? You are not for justice! You are for news, traffic, and popularity! Don't talk about yourself so noble! The press release you write will not be released because of a word from the leader! You are also helping the Zhou Dynasty, and the sword is bloodless. Executioner."
Zheng Bo saw that the front hadn't been pressed down, and the back was on fire again. He hoped that this matter would be strictly investigated, but he was afraid of angering the anchor, so he hurriedly said to the policemen next to him: "Why are you standing still? Pull people back quickly!"
A female reporter shouted: "You don't confess your crime, you're killing!"
That Xuehai was dragged away, someone covered his mouth, but he was still stalking his neck and shouting: "You are also accomplices! You have the ability to catch that pervert who is doing live broadcasts! I have nothing to recognize. If you With evidence, I'd rather go to jail, it's not me who killed me, so why do you put people's lives on my head?"
The live broadcast of the media conference finally came to an abrupt end here.
In the live broadcast room, those spectators saw this scene, and the message was quiet for a while. People didn't know what kind of expression or language to use to comment on this incident.
It seems that everyone has done what they should do, but together, the whole thing is weird and absurd, like a farce, but such a farce happened in front of their eyes.
And when I think about it carefully, it seems that everything is reasonable, and I see it every day, but no one has ever called these things out to be held accountable and linked.
Time is approaching.
A hand appeared in the live broadcast room and reached out to the rope beside...
Qiao Ze has been nervously calling and making contact. He put down his mobile phone: "Mr. Su, I contacted the director and cameraman of that documentary. They have not been in the city recently, and they also said that it has nothing to do with this matter. The director said it was true. Some students have been recruited, and brief interviews have been conducted. The documentary is still in the later stages, and I asked them for all the materials and lists, and it will take a while for them to be sent to me…”
Su Hui frowned. Could it be that their previous guesses and speculations might be wrong? Could it be that the directors and photographers who filmed the documentary had nothing to do with what happened tonight?
Seems like a possibility is blocked...
But why are the students killed tonight all involved in this documentary project?
This must not be a coincidence.
Jose himself doesn't know.
The whole case has developed to the present, and every step is full of strangeness.
Qiao Ze found that Su Hui was still pale. He lowered his head and stared blankly at the screen of his mobile phone, repeatedly watching the video just now.
Qiao Ze shouted again worriedly: "Mr. Su..."
He thinks it's because the police might be too late to stop the third murder, so Su-hui takes a bit of a blow.
Su Hui was so focused just now that he didn't hear what he said. At this time, he finally heard him. After coughing a few times, he said softly, "None of the three cried..."
"What?" Jose came over.
Su Hui suddenly wanted to understand something, and that was the weirdness he felt before. Now finally found the answer.
He repeated: "None of the three students cried..."
Qiao Ze was stunned for a moment while holding the tablet: "Yeah... Although there was a struggle, none of the three cried..."
Crying is a natural instinctive reaction of human beings, crying when they are frightened, and crying when they are too sad.
Teenage girls were kidnapped by strangers and brought to an unfamiliar environment, where they were about to be executed and killed in front of tens of thousands of people. Crying and fear of panic may be the most natural response.
What were they thinking when death came?
Why didn't they cry?
Su Hui suddenly remembered his previous inference that many people committed the crime...
So far, the victims are three high school students who disappeared Friday afternoon.
Even if the murderer had a car and a lot of people, how many people would it take to control so many high school students and take them away separately without anyone else noticing?
The students have all made documentaries…
unless…
Su Hui thought of a possibility, but he didn't dare to say it categorically.
Several students of different grades are finally connected together, and they meet at a certain point in their lives.
Qiao Ze's chest was hot, and he felt that they were close to the answer: "Teacher, can you describe this matter in detail and provide us with more information?"
The middle-aged female teacher thought for a while and said, "It seems that a film crew came over a month ago. I have seen them on campus. There are not many of them. They are about a cameraman, a director, and a few drama managers. They took pictures in Wanhu City, saying that they wanted to photograph the lives of the people here. At the end of the filming, they also said that they wanted to take pictures of the living conditions of the students here. I thought it was extracurricular activities to train the students and agreed, as if they were in school. The relevant registration information is posted on the bulletin board.”
The young female teacher added: "There is also a post on Tieba to promote this matter. Principal Wang is very supportive of this matter, and many students are interested, but the director and drama management have also screened it out. Students with special skills are needed, probably students I went to shoot for a week after class."
She took out her mobile phone and searched for a while, and pointed the post to Qiao Ze: "This is it..."
Qiao Ze took a look. The recruitment was for high school students from Wanhu No. 1 Middle School. There were no gender restrictions. They needed to live in Wanhu City, have special skills, have a good image, and speak standard Mandarin.
The male teacher said with some regret: "I knew this earlier and I wouldn't let Tao Yingxu go! It must have been in contact with people in the society at that time, maybe those directors and screenwriters were the murderers, and those students were kidnapped by them. …”
Shooting documentaries, which is a favorite activity of young people with strong desires. In their opinion, this matter is mysterious and interesting, and it is reasonable for those students to meet some outsiders in society.
Su Hui intercepted the relevant information, sent it to the work group, and then said: "Qiao Ze, please check as soon as possible to see if these few have anything to do with today's live broadcast, and who else is involved in this event."
He turned his head and said to several teachers: "Teachers, please also ask your colleagues, who else in the class participated in the recording of this documentary."
The three teachers filed out of the conference room as if they had been granted amnesty.
Su Hui looked down at his mobile phone. After the conversation just now, it was already 9:45, less than 15 minutes before the end of the live broadcast.
Su Hui called Lu Junchi and briefed him on the progress here.
Su Hui said very conservatively: "Now Qiao Ze has been investigating, and the list of participants in the documentary filming is also being sorted out. I don't know whether the anchor has any connection with this incident."
Lu Jun said lately: "Received, you continue to follow up on this clue."
Su Hui put his ear close to the handset of the mobile phone, and could hear Lu Junchi panting. He asked, "Have you not found it there yet?"
"No." Lu Jun said lately, "We have searched most of the area, but we haven't found it yet."
Su Hui asked again, "How's the work over there in Xuehai?"
"Zheng Bo is following up on that line. Just now, Bureau Tan spoke with Na Xuehai in person."
After all, there were only a few people in the serious crime team, so they couldn't be separated. Bureau Tan took over the leadership at that end, which was better than Lu Jun's late reporting back and forth.
Su Hui was a little worried: "It may not be a good thing to hold a press conference. Once the media joins, the variables of things will increase and everything will become complicated."
He had some bad premonitions in his heart, and the murderer was expecting that to happen.
"I'll remind them." Lu Jun paused for a while, then replied to Su, "Take care of yourself."
Su Hui lowered his voice and said, "I'm fine here, you also pay attention to safety." Then he hurriedly hung up the phone.
Putting down the phone, Su Hui took out a tissue from his pocket and coughed while covering his lips. The coughing was so violent that it shook his eyes.
Qiao Ze, who was on the side, was startled: "Mr. Su, I'll go and order some water for you."
Su Hui just wanted to say no, but his cough was unstoppable. Before he could speak, Qiao Ze ran out.
Qiao Ze came back quickly and put the paper cup on the table: "Mr. Su, the water is still warm, you can drink a little..."
Su Hui put his hand on his forehead, feeling a little feverish. The moment he closed his eyes, all the clues in his mind finally became clear, but the physical discomfort somewhat hindered his thinking, and he was sweating coldly, and it was a little cold at this time.
Seeing his pale face, Qiao Ze was a little worried: "Mr. Su, are you okay... Why don't I talk to the army team..."
Su Hui endured this for a while, opened his eyes, picked up the water glass, and drank the water with his eyes down: "I'm sick, it's alright, don't tell the Army Corps. It's the case that matters."
Now is the critical moment in the case. No matter what, he couldn't part Lu Junchi's mind at this time.
In Huadu, the night tonight was extraordinarily noisy and cold, and the entire Huadu was affected by the live broadcast event tonight.
Someone sent a message in the media group and found the address of Xuehai's family, so everyone notified their relatives and friends. Within an hour, dozens of media people had received the news, and they were squatting and guarding the name. Outside the house of the company owner of Xuehai.
It was a luxuriously decorated three-story villa. It was located in a better residential area in Huadu. Someone had long since pulled out the house plan and put it on the Internet. There are more than 400 square meters upstairs and downstairs. In a metropolis where every inch of land is expensive, the price must be tens of millions. It can be regarded as a standard luxury house.
There are not only reporters from official and well-known media, but also some tabloids and even self-media reporters squatting outside the door. When they saw the news, Wen Feng rushed over.
Some good people who lived nearby were also waiting downstairs.
The garden below the small villa was already full of people, and there were still people looking for it.
Everyone is like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, just to get first-hand news and information. Some people even started the live broadcast impatiently in order to rush to report.
It's cooler today, and those who wear less clothes are shivering.
Seeing that the time is almost up, those media people are all anxious.
"Why is there still no news, aren't the police going to release it?"
"Is it really necessary to make him confess the crime in front of the public according to what the anchor said?"
"I think, even if you become a release anchor, you may not release people."
"Isn't it because Xuehai's psychological work hasn't been done well by this time?"
"Usually an hour of interrogation is not enough. This matter is more fortunate than good."
A small policeman is maintaining order at the door: "Wait, don't mess up, don't ask questions casually."
Those media are not vegetarians, and they became angry after hearing this: "Don't ask questions, do you think we are tool people?"
"We rushed over from the bed at night to expose the facts."
"You can't shut our mouths, but you can't shut your mouths."
"Guilty is guilt, and innocence is innocence!"
The little policeman had provoked so much in one sentence that he shrank back in fright.
"Why don't you police do nothing and let us media be accomplices?"
"Where are your leaders? Why are you little policemen fooling us here?"
"If it is to be released through the media, it also needs to be more formal. What is this now?"
There is no formal press conference process, no quota review, no detailed arrangements, everything is rushed, and the scene is messy.
Just as he was talking, the door of the villa opened and a few people came out.
"Come here!" All the questions were thrown away for a while. The media swarmed up, and flashes flickered in the night sky. The live broadcast footage also went up.
Everything was too hasty, and neither the leaders, the police, nor the media were fully prepared.
Everyone did not rehearse, so they were driven to the shelves and started in a hurry.
At 9:55, that Xuehai finally appeared at the door of the house belatedly.
Zheng Bai and several other police officers stood behind him. After this incident, they were the first to rush over. Xia Mingxi found some relevant information about Xuehai in the city bureau's files, and he was also cleaned up on the Internet.
At first, Xuehai didn't want to stand up to the media, but after talking to the leaders of the General Administration, he finally let go.
But this time, there is not much time left.
Standing in front of dozens of media, surrounded by flashlights, Na Xuehai hesitantly unfolded a small note, his face was covered in sweat, his hands were shaking, and the paper in his hand rattled. .
"I...I admit that I have committed some crimes. I sold some inferior building materials to construction companies before, which caused a building to collapse and caused some casualties...I apply for a strict investigation of this accident...I apply for a strict investigation of my company ."
This time, the time is more abundant, and the netizens are more thorough. They have already listed all the projects that his company is responsible for. They found that the collapse this time is related to Na Xuehai, and this That Xuehai has actually cooperated with several well-known construction companies, and I don't know how many buildings have become dangerous buildings.
A reporter asked: "Seven people died, because you said there were some casualties?"
"If you don't report it, are you going to hide forever?"
"I see that your partner has a third construction. Does the recent bridge collapse have anything to do with you?"
"Do you admit that the quality problems caused by the substandard building materials you sell?"
The tougher question asked: "So the temps who were pushed out for sentencing at the time were scapegoats, right?"
"Please announce the list of developers who cooperate with you! Give the public the truth!"
"Some netizens have responded that you are taking care of underage girls, so what's your explanation, sir?"
"Someone reported that your building materials company has tax evasion, do you admit it?"
One question at a time, like a sharp sword stabbed.
"I...I..." That learnt Haiyu got stuck.
In the chaos of the crowd, an egg flew out and hit the forehead of Xuehai, who was smashed into a daze.
I don't know who took the lead and shouted: "The building collapsed and crushed seven people, but you are living in a big villa here, and you don't know how many people have been harmed by the junk building materials you sold! What you earn is the money of the common people. , such a social scum should die!"
"Yes! Such scum should die!"
"It is because of people like you that there are so many housing quality problems!"
"Why is a scum like you still at large outside!"
Zheng Bo was at a loss in his heart. It was the leaders who discussed that Xuehai must face the camera before he was pulled out at the last moment.
Just now Lu Junchi also reminded him that he must arrange the scene. Seeing that the scene was out of control, he frowned and said, "Maintain order."
Then he took a step forward, stood in front of Xuehai, and said to the media, "Stop broadcasting, he has already confessed to the crime, and later our police will find out everything, all the facts will be released, and we will definitely investigate. Be clear and give everyone an explanation."
The media's emotions were also excited: "It has been a long time, no one has dealt with it, the building has collapsed, people have died, and only temporary workers have been dealt with. If it weren't for the explosion this time, we don't know, do your police still have credibility? ?!"
"Usually arresting people is not good enough. At this time, it is quite timely to protect the scum."
"Do the police know about these things?"
"Who is making umbrellas for these black-hearted building materials manufacturers?"
A media sneered: "Isn't this forced to hold this media conference? It has long been revealed on the Internet that this person is a distant relative of the leader. After tonight, it is estimated that he will be at peace?!"
Zheng Bai lowered his voice and said, "The task we received tonight is to save people. I hope everyone will put saving people first. The results of the investigation will be made public later..."
After hearing this, several media outlets turned off the live broadcast, but there were still a few media outlets that didn't think it was too lively.
That Xuehai was dragged back by the police, he wiped the eggs on his face, and suddenly became furious, throwing away the policeman's hand.
The half-hour ideological work he had just done for him was completely scrapped. He tore the paper in his hand and threw it at the crowd: "I stand up to show respect for the leaders of the police station. Since you don't know how to praise, then go check it out. That The project, from top to bottom, which one didn't reach out and get a hand? There are so many left over to me. I want to sell the building materials. Can you pay for the money and the shortfall? The house collapsed after a few years of living. Other illegal operations? There is a problem with the project, why should the pot let me carry it alone. Bah, do you say that I take care of women and sleep in my bed one by one? That is love! "
This profiteer has been raped to the core, and he was willing to come out and say those few words before, neither because of his conscience, nor to save people, or he was forced to the edge of the cliff. He was called by name, and then he was pushed out and reluctantly stood at the front desk.
He felt that there were so many profiteers in the world, and he was not the only one who used shoddy building materials. He was just unlucky.
Na Xuehai looked at the reporters with open mouths and faces, aggressively.
"It's been almost two years since this happened. I can't eat or sleep well, but you guys have peace of mind. Did you really know nothing about the collapse of the building at that time? Why didn't you report it back then? Why did you come tonight? You are not for justice! You are for news, traffic, and popularity! Don't talk about yourself so noble! The press release you write will not be released because of a word from the leader! You are also helping the Zhou Dynasty, and the sword is bloodless. Executioner."
Zheng Bo saw that the front hadn't been pressed down, and the back was on fire again. He hoped that this matter would be strictly investigated, but he was afraid of angering the anchor, so he hurriedly said to the policemen next to him: "Why are you standing still? Pull people back quickly!"
A female reporter shouted: "You don't confess your crime, you're killing!"
That Xuehai was dragged away, someone covered his mouth, but he was still stalking his neck and shouting: "You are also accomplices! You have the ability to catch that pervert who is doing live broadcasts! I have nothing to recognize. If you With evidence, I'd rather go to jail, it's not me who killed me, so why do you put people's lives on my head?"
The live broadcast of the media conference finally came to an abrupt end here.
In the live broadcast room, those spectators saw this scene, and the message was quiet for a while. People didn't know what kind of expression or language to use to comment on this incident.
It seems that everyone has done what they should do, but together, the whole thing is weird and absurd, like a farce, but such a farce happened in front of their eyes.
And when I think about it carefully, it seems that everything is reasonable, and I see it every day, but no one has ever called these things out to be held accountable and linked.
Time is approaching.
A hand appeared in the live broadcast room and reached out to the rope beside...
Qiao Ze has been nervously calling and making contact. He put down his mobile phone: "Mr. Su, I contacted the director and cameraman of that documentary. They have not been in the city recently, and they also said that it has nothing to do with this matter. The director said it was true. Some students have been recruited, and brief interviews have been conducted. The documentary is still in the later stages, and I asked them for all the materials and lists, and it will take a while for them to be sent to me…”
Su Hui frowned. Could it be that their previous guesses and speculations might be wrong? Could it be that the directors and photographers who filmed the documentary had nothing to do with what happened tonight?
Seems like a possibility is blocked...
But why are the students killed tonight all involved in this documentary project?
This must not be a coincidence.
Jose himself doesn't know.
The whole case has developed to the present, and every step is full of strangeness.
Qiao Ze found that Su Hui was still pale. He lowered his head and stared blankly at the screen of his mobile phone, repeatedly watching the video just now.
Qiao Ze shouted again worriedly: "Mr. Su..."
He thinks it's because the police might be too late to stop the third murder, so Su-hui takes a bit of a blow.
Su Hui was so focused just now that he didn't hear what he said. At this time, he finally heard him. After coughing a few times, he said softly, "None of the three cried..."
"What?" Jose came over.
Su Hui suddenly wanted to understand something, and that was the weirdness he felt before. Now finally found the answer.
He repeated: "None of the three students cried..."
Qiao Ze was stunned for a moment while holding the tablet: "Yeah... Although there was a struggle, none of the three cried..."
Crying is a natural instinctive reaction of human beings, crying when they are frightened, and crying when they are too sad.
Teenage girls were kidnapped by strangers and brought to an unfamiliar environment, where they were about to be executed and killed in front of tens of thousands of people. Crying and fear of panic may be the most natural response.
What were they thinking when death came?
Why didn't they cry?
Su Hui suddenly remembered his previous inference that many people committed the crime...
So far, the victims are three high school students who disappeared Friday afternoon.
Even if the murderer had a car and a lot of people, how many people would it take to control so many high school students and take them away separately without anyone else noticing?
The students have all made documentaries…
unless…
Su Hui thought of a possibility, but he didn't dare to say it categorically.
