Chapter 145 (1/2)
Well, the reason is straightforward. It's her style.
Mo Bing understood and said her own plan: ”you have a high starting point and a good foundation of fans. I will consider movies. Even if the TV play is over, there will be less than one domestic conscience play in a few years.”
Jiang Jiusheng continued to rub his eyebrows and heart: ”you decide.”
Mo Bing stopped talking and looked at her: ”you don't seem to be in a good state.”
”She can't deny:” maybe you need to help me with my appointment
Jiang Jiusheng hasn't done psychological consultation for a long time. After he was with Shi Jin, he didn't touch sleeping pills, and even quit smoking.
Mo Bing looks at her present indigo. She doesn't sleep well for a few nights. ”What's wrong with her?”
Jiang Jiusheng pondered for a moment, and asked her first, ”do you have time later?”
If you have something to say, it seems that the problem is not small.
”Yes.” Mo Bing sits on the other end of the sofa, raises his legs and is ready to listen.
Jiang Jiusheng took a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, lit one, and took a sip: ”I knew Shi Jin eight years ago.”
The 18th floor of Tianyu media building is the office of Yuwen storming.
Secretary Hu Mingyu pushed in.
”Feng Shao,” he said in a slightly anxious tone, ”I've got a look at that case.”
Yu Wen stops writing and looks up: ”say.”
”At that time, the case of Wenjia was suppressed, so I couldn't find it before. I have confirmed it, not Wenjia.” Hu Mingyu handed in the sorted information before he went on to say, ”we have found the lawyer of the first instance of this case, and the two dead in the murder case of Wen's family are Miss Jiang's biological parents.”
He has been checking this matter for three months. Originally, he only wanted to check Jiang Jiusheng's life experience, but he is getting more and more involved, not only in the Wen family, but also in the Qin family.
Yuwen stormed into silence for a long time: ”was she there?”
She, of course, refers to ginger Jiusheng.
”Not sure.” Hu added in detail, ”there are no witnesses at the scene of the murder. After the two were killed, Miss Jiang was taken away by Qin Liushao. What happened in the Wen family has not been found.”
At least one thing was confirmed. At that time, the Qin family knew Jiang Jiusheng.
”And the murderer?”
”A burglar.” Hu Mingyu turned to one of the pages of the data, ”at that time, the police found the murder weapon near Wen's house, the blood trace was completely consistent, and the footprints and fingerprints of the thief were also collected at the scene of the murder. The police prosecuted the murder, but the lawyer of the thief only advocated the crime of burglary, because there was no fingerprint of anyone on the murder weapon, and the suspect's interest was attributed to the defendant.”
Because the scene of the murder was Wen's family, which caused a great sensation at that time. However, after the event, the news was blocked. Those who came into contact with the case were either silent or evaporated.
Yuwen storming stared at the picture of the prisoner on the materials. He was a very young man. He asked, ”what about the court's decision?”
”The first trial of homicide, and it's strange that the larceny didn't plead guilty at first, there were many doubtful points in the case, but at last he didn't appeal, and he was sentenced to life imprisonment directly. The lawyer in charge of the case said that if we insist on the second trial, there is a chance to overturn the case.” Hu Mingyu took a rest and continued, ”later things can't be found, but Miss Jiang must have happened in the Qin family. After she disappeared, Qin Liushao cut off Qin Mingli's finger and left the Qin family. He hasn't been back for eight years.”
All the evidences are connected. There are many doubts. Hu Mingyu thinks the key to solve all the doubts is Jiang Jiusheng. If the thief is not the murderer, then the murderer is most likely I'm afraid to think carefully!
Yuwen rushes forward and locks his eyebrows for a long time: ”Changming, what did he find?”
”Miss Jiang has suffered from depression, and is likely to do a memory hypnosis.”
Like snowballing, things get bigger and bigger. You don't have to think about how far it's involved.
Yuwen stormed through the information, closed it, and after careful consideration, said, ”if she asked, you said you didn't find anything.”
It's estimated that it's Jiang Jiusheng who worries about it. Doctor Chang diagnosed it. The recurrence rate of depression is very high. It's no wonder that Yuwen Chongfeng kept it from us, and qinjialiushao kept it from us.
Hu Mingyu came out of the office.
After sitting for a while, Yuwen opens the materials and looks at the photos of Jiang Jiusheng when he was young. After a long time, he takes out his mobile phone and dials Jiang Jiusheng's phone.
”Sheng Sheng.”
”Well?” She's a little hoarse.
Yuwen stormed without speaking.
After waiting for a long time, before his voice, Jiang Jiusheng asked, ”what's the matter?”
”I forgot.” Yuwen stormed out of the drawer, took out a cigarette and lighter, took out a cigarette, sandwiched it between his fingers, and casually said, ”I forgot what to say to you.”
Jiang Jiusheng didn't ask again. He took over his words: ”I have something to say.”
”What?” He bit at the cigarette and lit the lighter.She had a calm voice, like one squeezed out of her throat: ”most of my parents are dead.”
He lit a cigarette, the fire reflected into the eyes, light and shadow jumped, for a long time, the lighter just put out the fire, he asked: ”no check?”
”No.” She insisted, ”I want to know the cause of death.”
Shijin won't tell her that her mental state is very bad. Shijin has too many worries. However, she can't ignore it.
Yuwen stormed into silence, lit the cigarette and took a smoke: ”what happened to you in Qin's house?”
”Thought of something.” She took a word, not much.
He didn't ask again. He was playing with a lighter and knocked on the ashtray: ”I'll check for you. Don't push yourself too hard.”
”Well.” Jiang Jiusheng suddenly asked, ”smoking?”
Yuwen stormed and stopped shaking the ashes. He took a puff of smoke and said with a smile, ”how do you know?”
”I also like to knock on the ashtray when I smoke,” she said
Like her, he likes the lighter with friction wheel, the ashtray with glass, the most lung damaging smoking method and the strongest cigarette.
Naturally, he was learning from her. He didn't mean to, but somehow he wrote it down.
Her tone is lazy, with weariness: ”take less, it's not good for your health.”
The voice is hoarse. I just smoked.
Yuwen stormed funny, didn't angrily refute her: ”take care of me, wait for you to quit first.” I'm about to hang up.
”Yuwen,”
he put his cell phone back to his ear again, HMM.
”Happy birthday,” Jiang Jiusheng said in a low voice
If she doesn't say it, he probably can't remember it. His brow is loosened and he throws two words: ”gift.”
Jiang Jiusheng said, ”I have several flavors of quit smoking sugar.”
Yuwen stormed off the phone directly and pressed the cigarette in his hand, only to find two unread messages in the phone.
One is that his sister Yuwen, who is far away from home, heard and sent a speech of fifty-nine seconds and said a bunch of greetings at a very fast speed. Another one is Xie Dang. He said simply, ”go to your place in the evening.”
Rough and headstrong, this guy!
Yuwen stormed back to a ”roll” expression bag. After that, he called the president's office: ”help me cancel my evening trip.”
After about ten minutes of touching, Jiang Jiusheng's assistant, Xiao Qiao, brought up a bottle of alcohol and a card.
There are only three words on the card: ”received by Yuwen.”
There is no signature, and the regular script with correct end is Jiang Jiusheng's font. Her characters are always beautiful, like the template from the calligraphy post. Even if it is a signature, it is not a little fancy. The handwriting is horizontal and vertical.
There are inscriptions, simple greetings and dates on the bottle.
It's her own red wine. Every year on his birthday, she will give him a bottle with a low degree. It's sweet. It's according to his taste, but he never moves. Xie Dang coveted it several times and didn't let him have a drink.
Yuwen stormed the card into the bottom drawer and looked up: ”how long have you been with Jiang Jiusheng?”
Little Joe stood on one side with prudence and answered in a low voice, ”almost a year.”
”Jiang University graduated from law department?” His casual tone of voice.
She nodded and said yes.
”It's a pity for the talented student to be an artist assistant,” Yu Wen said, leaning back on the swivel chair and raising his chin. ”Do you want to transfer?”
”I like sister Sheng very much. I don't want to transfer,” Qiao said At the end of the answer, she looked down timidly, very low brow, a pair of round apricot eyes, bright.
Yuwen rushes forward to look at two eyes and takes back his sight: ”you can go out.”
Xiao Qiao replied that he had left the office in good order and brought the door with him.
A wisp of wind blew in the half open window. The white paper on the table flipped with the wind, rustling softly. Windon stopped on a page, with black and white paper. A picture was pasted on the top right corner.
Burglar and murderer: Chen Jie.
In the colorful inch light, the man has a pair of apricot eyes, round eyes and bright apricot eyes.
Around New Year's day, Jiang Jiusheng's notices are many. Recently, she has lost a lot of sleep and lost a lot of weight. At that time, Jin has changed her way to make all kinds of tonic food for her. However, her appetite is not good and she eats less, but most of them go into Jiang Bomei's stomach. In only four or five days, Jiang Bomei has gained a round of weight, cut hair, and rolled like a ball.
After breakfast, Mo Bing sent some evening dresses.
Jiang Jiusheng compared to the mirror, looking up at Shijin in the mirror: ”which one looks good?”
His advice is: ”black.”
It's a cheongsam. It's long and ankle long. The skirt and collar are embroidered with green vines. It's simple and generous. She holds it in her hand and measures it repeatedly in the mirror.
Shijin hugs her from behind, looks up and looks into her eyes in the mirror: ”berry tor charity party?”She turned her head a little. ”How do you know?”