Ling Feng led a few policemen, pushed through the crowds, and finally arrived at the center. Several policemen skillfully pulled the cordon to isolate irrelevant persons at a distance.
The place they were surrounded by just now was a small cubicle used to store props. At this time, a young man was holding a bloody sharp knife in his hand, kneeling next to a long synthetic wooden box, looking at it intently. He looked at the things inside, motionless, as if his soul had been taken away.
As soon as he saw the scene in this room and this special smell, Ling Feng instantly understood what happened.
"Police! Put down your weapons!" Ling Feng shouted.
The young man seemed to be awakened by the majestic voice, his body trembled, and he slowly turned his head, but did not put down the knife in his hand.
Ling Feng recognized this face, it was Fang Zhu. His pure white coat was stained with mud-like blood stains, but his handsome and white face was clean and unstained by the mud. His eyes were bright, clear, pure and innocent, which was actually the same as his usual appearance. His domineering and unruly expression was totally different from the other two, not like someone who had just done something unimaginable to ordinary people.
Ling Feng was slightly startled, but it was not the time to care about this yet. He must be on guard against him making any more dangerous moves.
Fang Zhu was stunned for a moment, and seemed to recognize him: "Is it you?"
There seemed to be some sense left, Ling Feng thought, but the next sentence made him doubt his own idea.
"Why are you here?" Fang Zhu seemed to still not understand what happened.
"Are you pretending to be crazy? What did you just do? What is that in your hand?" Ling Feng slowly approached him, trying to take the knife from his hand.
Fang Zhu lowered his head and looked at his hands. The sticky feeling was extremely real. The smell of rust and decay was no longer as obvious as it was at the beginning. This was probably because he had been in an abalone shop for so long that he didn’t realize the smell. .
He sniffed, frowned in disgust and muttered, "It's no longer fresh, it's boring."
That intense stimulation comes and goes quickly, leaving only a bigger and deeper hole in my heart that needs to be filled with stronger stimulation.
At this time, Fang Zhu slowly stood up from the ground, threw the knife to the side without any care, returned to his usual careless demeanor, and said lightly: "I'm filming a movie here, what? Is it illegal to film a movie? ?”
Ling Feng signaled to the police around him. They immediately understood and came to Fang Zhu's side. One stood on either side and held him hostage in the middle.
"Stop pretending to be confused here!"
But Fang Zhu didn't agree with him at all, and asked instead, "Why am I pretending to be confused?"
Ling Feng said patiently: "You are suspected of murder, and both the people and the stolen goods have been obtained. If you still want to make excuses, take it back first!"
Hearing this, the two policemen were about to escort Fang Zhu out, but at this moment he became anxious and struggled while shouting: "What are you doing? Why do you do this to me?"
"Let me go, do you know who I am?"
"Where are the reporters and photographers? Hurry up and take pictures. The police are beating people. They are unjustly accusing a good person..."
Ling Feng had a headache from his quarrel, and said quickly: "Hand him up, and take him back to the bureau first, so that he can calm down." After that, he let the forensic team enter the scene to collect evidence, and he began to conduct peripheral investigations.
There were people all around taking pictures with their mobile phones. There were also people whispering and whispering to each other. Their eyes glanced here from time to time. Their uncontrollable curiosity and curiosity made this abandoned amusement park more lively than ever. .
Among this group of people, there is one person who seems to be out of place - this is the keen insight and perception that a police officer has naturally acquired through his accumulated experience in handling cases. Although the man was holding up his mobile phone like the others, his eyes were panicked and mysterious.
At this time, Ling Ling came over.
"They are a film crew here, filming here, but they seem to be the kind of half-hearted enthusiasts, there are only about a dozen staff members, the director is the prince of Parkson Group, and this team was formed to give him tickets .”
"I can see it." Ling Feng talked to her while still observing the reaction of the crowd. "Has the person who reported the crime been found?"
"Well, it's the recorder of this crew, his name is Liu Qin. Do you need to ask him in person?"
"No need, just say it."
"We received a call at 9:28 to report the crime. He said on the phone that he had witnessed a murder, and the murderer was the director of their crew, that is, Fang Zhu. According to his testimony, he had to report the crime every morning. Check the work content with the director. If nothing unexpected happens, shooting can start at 9:30. Of course, our great director only needs to watch the monitor and express some unique but unprofessional opinions. Before this, the preparation , scheduling, and coordination work are all done in advance by dedicated people.”
"Director Fang Da usually arrives at the set after 9 o'clock, usually around 9:10. After arriving, he rests in his nanny car, waits for the scene manager to report to him, and then starts the day's work. But today it's 9:00 When I was 20, I still didn’t see him, so the set manager Liu went to other places on the set to look for him, and happened to meet the driver who usually picks up and drop off the director, so he asked him about the director’s whereabouts.”
"The driver said that a new batch of props had been delivered this morning, and the director was currently checking and accepting the props in the props room. So Liu went there to look for him. As a result, he found that he was holding a knife and stabbing into the wooden box on the ground. Stabbing. The reporter was afraid that he had seen it wrong, so he stepped forward and walked behind him. He saw a face revealed in the box, which had been scratched beyond recognition, and all the white foam particles used for filling inside were covered. It was stained red, and some things that looked like internal organs and blood clots were even turned out. He was so frightened that he ran out of the prop room and called the police."
Ling Ling leaned close to Ling Feng and described Liu Qin's clothing to him, allowing him to focus on a thin man in the crowd who still looked shocked.
"Where's the driver?"
"My name is Zhang Qiang, he is the man wearing the black woolen coat, with a bit of bald hair and a bit of fat, standing to the right of Ma Xiaochao. We asked several staff members, and according to their testimony, the wooden box was delivered by Zhang Qiang this morning. Yes." Ling Ling said.
It turned out to be that person.
"Go meet the driver." Ling Feng said.
Ling Ling walked up to Zhang Qiang first: "You are the driver Zhang Qiang who usually picks up Fang Zhu, right?"
"Yes..." Zhang Qiang responded with some stuttering.
"Tell me about your schedule this morning."
"Huh? Since... when did you start talking?"
Ling Ling's eyes widened, a little dissatisfied with his stupidity: "Of course, let's start from the beginning. Just start after you get up in the morning!"
"Oh...oh, okay." Zhang Qiang managed to calm down and began his narration.
"I got up at about 6 o'clock today, then brushed my teeth and washed my face, ate a bowl of noodles at the breakfast stall downstairs, and then went to Donghu Courtyard."
The key place name appeared, and Ling Ling couldn't wait to interrupt: "What are you doing in the East Lake Villa?"
"Go and change the car. We have to pull a large prop here today. An ordinary small car cannot fit it."
"The East Lake Villa is a high-end villa area."
"Yes, my employer lives there."
"Your employer is..."
Zhang Qiang suddenly hesitated to speak: "Yes... it's Director Xiao Fang's stepmother Li Yun. She... is also my high school classmate. She introduced me to work here."
This is an unexpected relationship.
At this time, Zhang Qiang suddenly said nervously: "Comrade police, can you keep our relationship a secret for me?"
"Is there any need to keep this secret? Is it possible that you have other relationships?" Ling Ling looked at him suspiciously.
"No! No!" Zhang Qiang realized that he seemed to be getting darker and darker, and quickly explained: "Director Xiao Fang has a very bad relationship with his stepmother. A rich and powerful old man and a young and beautiful second wife, the original wife The rebellious son in youth is a very common and cliched kind of entanglement between wealthy families. Police officer, you should know this... If Director Xiao Fang knew that I was his stepmother's high school classmate, he would definitely not want to use me again. "
Ling Ling snorted coldly: "Don't worry about whether he still wants to use you. Whether he can still use you is the question."
"Go on." Ling Feng took back the topic that had been diverted.
"Okay... okay. I went to Donghu Villa to drive away their pickup truck, went to a studio that makes movie props to transport the props, and then drove the car directly here."
Ling Feng asked Ling Ling to write down the address of this studio and asked her and Ma Xiaochao to make a trip.
His description was a bit too brief, Ling Feng felt, and they still had to ask about the details one by one.
"About what time did you arrive at East Lake Villa?"
"I didn't pay special attention to this, but if you calculate the distance, it shouldn't be more than 7 o'clock."
"Why go there?"
"Ah...didn't I just say that my car can't fit in it? Let's get a pickup truck..."
"So, do you know what kind of props you are going to get today?" Ling Feng's eyes were blazing.
"No, I do not know……"
"In that case, why do you know you need to change cars in advance?"
"I just work for others. Of course, I will do whatever my employer tells me."
"Why are you sweating so much? Are you very hot in this weather?"
"Yes...I'm sorry, officer, I'm usually timid. This is the first time I'm being questioned formally, so...I'm a little nervous..."
Ling Feng glanced at him coldly, without revealing any expression on his face, and then asked: "You mean, you received the employer's instructions in advance and went to her villa first and then to the studio. ,Is it right?"
"Is such that!"
"Your employer...is named Li Yun, right? How did she tell you?"
"She told me to start early today, go home first, drive the pickup truck to the studio, pick up the props for today's shooting, and then come to the set."
"What time did you arrive and leave the studio?"
"It was about 7:30 when I got there, and it was about 8 when I left."
"You were in that studio for half an hour?"
Finally asked the key question, Zhang Qiang's whole body tensed up: "That prop is relatively large and heavy. It took me a little effort to move it out alone."
"Are you alone? Is there no one else in that studio?"
"Yes, the door wasn't even locked when I went there, so I went in directly. When I went in, I found no one was there, so I just took the props and left."
"Do you really not know what kind of prop you went to pick up this morning?"
"Actually... Li Yunyou told me that... it's a dummy model." You just need to remember and tell the truth. Just tell the police exactly what you saw, what you heard, and most importantly, what you believe. Zhang Qiang thought about Li Yun's words.
"You know what happened in the prop room just now, right?"
"Well... I have been in that room. It seems that Director Xiao Fang stabbed someone to death with a knife."
"That wooden box contained the prop you brought this morning, right? The person he stabbed was the person inside, but obviously, it was not a dummy. Do you have anything to say about this?" .
Zhang Qiang was sweating heavily, and his somewhat slack face was shiny, like a piece of pressed oil cake.
The employer told him to "tell the truth", the police asked him to "tell the truth", and he himself very much wanted to "tell the truth", so where did his pressure come from?
