But after a full 2 minutes, the curtain had not been lifted, and the people below began to squirm quietly again.

"Why haven't you started yet?"

"It's not going to be over, is it?"

"There happens to be one last one left, the program list is written, and the host will come out to say it when it's over!"

Jiang Futing didn't care about the whispering of the people here, and kept concentrating on flipping through a reading app on his mobile phone.

"Eh, it's out!" Someone said suddenly.

At the same time, those dark eyes suddenly sharpened a lot, and he raised his head and stared closely at the stage where the curtain was gradually opened, where something seemed to lie quietly with a strange atmosphere.

The strong sense of uneasiness in my heart was almost about to come out, and the thick smell of blood slowly spread throughout the venue as the stage was revealed.

The stage was still very silent, not even accompaniment, until the curtain was completely opened, and everyone else in the audience noticed something unusual.

The men smelled the fresh smell wafting into their nostrils, instinctively alert to danger, and the crowd began to feel a faint agitation again.

"What's going on?"

"What kind of different show is this going to do to wrap up?"

Those people whispered speculations, trying to divert the fear that was fluctuating in their hearts.

Jiang Futing stared deadly, the depths of his eyes becoming colder and colder.

The center of the dark stage seemed to have finally been equipped with a microphone, and the loud and crisp "ticking" sound spread from the microphone to the entire venue again and again.

It was as if a drop of water had fallen into the pool, and the echo rippled with it.

"Smack!" The view above suddenly glowed with a blinding light, and all the spotlights were concentrated in the center of the stage, as if it were daylight.

A figure in the middle knelt on the ground, supported only by a long rope above his neck suspended from the top of the stage.

The left side of the man's chest seemed to have been hollowed out, and the remaining fibers on the edge of the placket were obviously violently torn apart, and the flesh and blood in the middle were blurred, as if they had dried up.

The man hung his head as if in a gesture of repentance.

Directly in front of him, a bloody heart seemed to have not yet reacted, beating vigorously.

"Ah!!!!h The person sitting in the front row let out a frightened scream for the first time.

At the same time, Jiang Futing instantly felt that the blood in his whole body was almost coagulated, and he couldn't breathe.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jin was eating just now, and before he could react, he was about to look up curiously.

Jiang Chaoyan, who was extremely ugly on the side, quickly blocked her eyes: "Don't look! ”

Hearing that something was wrong with the voice, and at the same time, more panicked shouts in the front row sounded one after another, Lin Jin held his breath and hung his head, did not dare to raise his eyes again, and still asked Jiang Futing tentatively: "Son, what's wrong?" ”

Jiang Futing's eyes seemed to be glued to the person in the middle of the stage, and his brain was suddenly cut off, and he couldn't hear the sounds around him.

"Son?" Lin Jin's doubts came again.

Jiang Futing came back to his senses at this time, and the horror in his eyes did not completely recede

, that person is the doctor Chen Jiannan wanted to kill just now.

He was pretty sure that the man was alive ten minutes ago, and that there was someone to pick him up and take him back to the venue, so why did he die here now?

Jiang Futing suddenly felt that the world in front of him was a little spinning, and he was completely lost in this huge whirlpool.

The news of the dead man spread throughout the venue in just a few seconds, and several reporters in the field seemed to catch the big news, stepping on the stool with their feet on the stool, and frantically taking pictures, even the security guards could not completely stop them.

The order that had finally stabilized was finally completely out of control at the last moment, and the scene of death was too bloody for anyone to stay.

Those people scrambled to get out, and the surging crowd pushed back and forth.

Jiang Chao escorted Lin Jin and followed the crowd out very carefully, Jiang Futing followed this group of people steadily, but his inner thoughts completely fell on the person on the stage.

Chen Jiannan has been arrested, is this really killed by other enemies?

As soon as they walked to the gate, they saw the father and son of the Song family who were surrounded by reporters at the door.

"I heard that there were two accidents at the charity gala, who do you think is targeting you?" One of the reporters unceremoniously handed the microphone to their eyes and asked sharply questions.

"I heard that the hotel's facilities are not perfect due to work reasons, which has caused a lot of trouble to the charity party, do you plan to hold them accountable?"

"According to insiders, the deceased was a doctor, does it have any direct relationship with the party?"

These people ask questions from tricky angles, and what kind of questions resonate with the reader will lead you into a trap by asking these questions.

The road at the door was so tightly blocked that not even a single mosquito could fly over, and even ordinary people who had managed to squeeze out would be blocked by them and ask a few questions.

"Let's go the other way." Jiang Futing listened to Song Minghui's skillful and official answer in front of him, and estimated that he would definitely not be able to walk here for a while, so he proposed directly.

The three of them then walked directly in the other direction of the hotel.

Jiang Futing was already well-known in school, and when he returned to school the next day, he exploded directly in the school, and when he entered the school, he was stopped by scouts from many brokerage companies outside the school.

From the polite shirk at the beginning to the back, he directly ignored it with a cold face, so that the few people behind stood awkwardly and didn't dare to step forward again.

I entered the classroom at least fifteen minutes later than usual.

On the way from the school gate to the class, almost everyone's eyes will focus on him, and as soon as his butt was attached to the stool, Yang Linsheng came up from behind, and he didn't feel his rejection at the moment.

"Jiang Futing, you actually went to the charity gala yesterday?"

The other girls on the side also followed his question with curious glances.

"Yes." He responded lightly, straightened out the textbooks on the table, and just saw a small note that was sandwiched in the coursework materials, which was Song Cheng's fake order.

He was just thinking about yesterday's fake order

It's not that I've typed, I paid attention to the next date, it's today, the date of leave was written for a week, and the handwriting is the handwriting of the head teacher.

"Oh! This one! Lao Liang came over to clip you here, it seems that Brother Song is not feeling well, and he will rest at home for a while. Yang Linsheng noticed the note in his hand and leaned against the side with a hint of complaint.

"Looking at your usual relationship, I always thought that you and Brother Song didn't deal with each other, you two still have a bit of a cooperative relationship, so why are you so nervous."

Jiang Futing didn't bother to explain to him, even if he explained this kind of profit-related thing, he couldn't explain it clearly.

Just as he was taking the information, his mobile phone suddenly received a message from Li Ningru, which happened to be seen by Yang Linsheng.

"Jiang Futing, you really have a relationship with Li Ning, and you have such a close connection!" He suddenly screamed, and the female classmates next to him were about to break their hearts.

Jiang Futing gave a cold look directly according to his previous habits: "No." Then he swept the dust on the table with a small note, and deliberately rushed to the side where Yang Linsheng was standing.

There is a lot of haze in the north, and a lot of ash can fall in a day.

Yang Linsheng jumped back twice with his feet, and this time he was not angry, "Is your heart weak? ”

Li didn't bother to pay attention to it, and glanced at him: "Is the sanitation done?" ”

Yang Linsheng's face stiffened, and he walked away.

The girls around him just hung in the air and let go again, Jiang Futing didn't have a girlfriend!

The root of the ear finally calmed down, he sat down and looked at the message sent by Li Ningru, probably also watched the live broadcast of yesterday's party, and asked very tactfully about his brother's situation at the party.

Jiang Futing replied with four words simply and clearly: You can sign up.

In the afternoon, Li Ningru filled out the application form, because she was worried about the last time, she specially sent an email to Jiang Futing and asked him to help confirm it.

It wasn't until Jiang Futing said that there was no problem that he dared to submit it with confidence.

In the fourth class, I went to the studio of the complex building to watch the rehearsal, and everything was going on in an orderly manner, except for those people's eyes that fell on me from time to time.

Instead, he felt that his presence here affected the progress of others' work.

"President!" The only person who was particularly dedicated to his work suddenly turned around and called him from the sidelines of the stage was the Minister of Recreation.

He trotted all the way over: "I see you've been very busy lately, and you haven't been here to supervise for a few days." ”

"Yes." Jiang Futing looked at the performance of the people present: "The progress is no problem. ”

The boy grinned, and the smile on his face was extraordinarily sunny: "By the way, President, do you know that you are on the hot search!" ”

"Huh?" Jiang Futing turned his head.

"No." The other party also specially flipped out his mobile phone to show him, which was densely packed with screenshots of his various time periods in the few seconds last night, and some fanatical fans even made all kinds of animated pictures.

There are a few blogs that are relatively early, and the hot comments at the bottom have reached 10,000 plus, and the popularity is no worse than that of the little stars in the circle.

Jiang Futing was stunned and said casually: "Hurry up and work." Then he walked away with a black face.

No wonder there was one early in the morning

People blocked him at the school gate.

He found a free time to swipe Weibo, except for a few reporters or big Vs who brought the rhythm, they were basically natural hot searches, and even many fans knelt down to beg for the name and school of the little brother.

There are also some fans in acquaintances who revealed that he is not allowed to dig up information to disturb him in the college entrance examination next year, and the content behind is slightly better.

In addition to these, there were also people who picked up a lot of the doctor who died at the scene last night, and Jiang Futing quickly integrated these scattered information.

Gao Changzhou, male, 36 years old, chief physician of the Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery and director of the inpatient department of Huaxia International Hospital, is also responsible for checking the health status of charity children.

Jiang Futing was a little inexplicable, why would a doctor of cardiothoracic surgery give Chen Jiannan injections. Psychotropic drugs, if you simply kill people, the loopholes are too obvious.

But now it's obvious that I've offended someone, and I've been gouged out alive.

He had planned to get Chen Jianan's evidence on Sunday and bring him to justice through legal means, but he was preemptively executed by others.

Jiang Futing didn't have the heart to care about who he would offend, so he could only wait until Saturday to see what Chen Jiannan had specially asked him to see.

(End of chapter)