Chapter 4: Murder

Bang!

A loud bang, accompanied by shards of glass and piercing screams coming from all directions, startled me and stopped my steps.

Looking up, I looked at the chaotic scene ten paces ahead, and the red blood on the crushed and deformed car like Manzhu Sawa suddenly blooming, and I breathed a breath and my heart beat briefly and missed.

Under the early morning sun, the most prosperous time square in the south city is the moment when white-collar, gold-collar, and blue-collar workers hurried to come, but because of this sudden incident, time and space seemed to be still, and everyone was stunned on the spot, dumbfounded, like a sculpture.

"Dead man, someone jumped off the building!"

Ten seconds later, the woman's scream tore through the silence of the world, waking up all the stunned crowd, and after reacting, the scene erupted in an unspeakable commotion, but fortunately four security guards quickly rushed out of the silver building beside me, and they quickly took a huge canvas to surround the scene, so as not to be destroyed, so that the situation would not continue to expand.

I took a deep breath and looked up at the silver tall building in front of me with a few big bronzing characters: Rosemoon Group, and I couldn't tell what it was like in my heart.

After living for twenty-eight years, it is the first time to witness a murder with my own eyes, I don't know whether to feel that my luck is too bad, or whether I should complain that the job introduced by my best friend Shen Yi is really unlucky.

But in any case, today is the day of my interview, and "Rosemoon" is one of the top jewelry design and production companies in China, if it weren't for Shen Yi's white rich face, it would not be easy to get such a decent job.

Although I also worked as a sales director in my previous company, the size and value of my previous company were really not worth mentioning compared to Rosemoon, and my past professional experience seemed like nothing in a group like Rosemoon, and I was starting from scratch.

Therefore, even if I was not good today, I could only turn my head, pretend to ignore the murder scene on the left, step on high heels, and soon join the crowd in the hall on the first floor of the Rosemoon Group.

However, I never knew when the attendance efficiency of the Nancheng Police Station became so fast, almost less than ten minutes after I sat in the small meeting room and waited for the HR manager to talk, the piercing siren sounded in a hundred miles of Time Square, and then, there was a brief hectic situation within the originally orderly and orderly Rosemoon Group, and I, an outsider, was put on hold indefinitely, bored.

Suppressing the dissatisfaction in my heart, I walked to the glass door and listened to the voices of discussion in the office hall outside, chatting to pass the time of waiting.

"Why is Ma Ziqing so stupid? Why commit suicide by jumping off a building? Did you choose such a decisive way? Jumping off a building in the company, isn't that a burden to us? Companies are definitely going to do some research, and that's annoying. ”

"I have heard that she suffers from depression for a long time, and you say, if she has this disease because of too much work pressure, and now she jumps off the building to commit suicide, should the company be fully responsible?"

"You are stupid, the people don't fight with the officials, even if she suffers from depression because of too much work pressure, the company will never admit it, they will definitely tell the Public Security Bureau that Ma Ziqing did something stupid because of improper handling of personal problems, coupled with introverted personality and reluctance to communicate with others. How can we, the common people, compete with the company's top management? ”

"Yes, it is this reason, nine times out of ten, out of humanitarianism, the company will lose some money, haven't you heard that the president has a lot of friendship with many senior officials in Nancheng, who dares to ...... the company."

"What do you know, only I know the inside story, do you know why Ma Ziqing committed suicide? No one knows, right? ”

"Tell me quickly, what are you selling?"

"That's right, Sister Zhang, come and hear it."

"I'll invite you for tea this afternoon, sister, you can talk about it quickly."

The eldest sister, who was about to break the news before, was in her early forties and still charming, surrounded by a group of colleagues, she flicked her brown curls in front of her forehead with some charm, lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "Let me tell you, Ma Ziqing is entangled in a high-level relationship with the company, but he has been obsessed for several years without success, which makes him feel guilty all his life and never be at peace in this way." ”

There were countless voices of cold air in all directions, and a woman said in a trembling voice, "No wonder, no wonder she wore a big red trench coat today, didn't they all say that people who commit suicide in red clothes will become evil ghosts and ask for their lives after death?" ”

I entrusted Sister Zhang with the welfare of the office area directly opposite the reception room, and I was fortunate to hear these gossip news, and I felt sorry for no reason.

Although this matter has nothing to do with me, and the female employee Ma Ziqing, who committed suicide by jumping off the building, also doesn't know each other, but after all, it is possible to work in the Rosemoon Company, and I am a very persistent person.

So because of these factors, I gave up listening to the news and walked to the window and looked down.

The location of the eighteenth floor, at first glance, is full of high-rise buildings in all directions, and the first floor is also full of people coming and going, which makes me a little dizzy.

I took a breath, adjusted to the momentary discomfort, and continued to stare down.

There is a huge garden in the center of the time square, standing in my position to see it very clearly, and Ma Ziqing committed suicide by jumping off the right side of the garden, that is, falling straight from the building I am in now, and falling on a car temporarily parked at the door of the Rosemoon Group, when I was standing ten steps away, I didn't see the corpse in the car, but I saw the fragments of the car windows splashing all over the sky, and the rapidly spreading bright red blood, but I didn't feel so frightened.

However, at this time, I could just see the bright red female corpse deep in the body, she was facing up on her back, her black straight hair scattered all around, lining her face that had been covered with corpse spots became more and more miserable and white and demonic, and her body was full of red blood, which complemented the red trench coat on her body, more and more red and delicate, red and dazzling.

Frankly speaking, this woman is petite and charming, and her facial features are still delicate.

But for some reason, I always felt that her eyes were closed, and her bloodshot facial features were extraordinarily hideous, especially her face gradually glowed blue for some reason, and the sun just shone on her body, which looked very strange.

The body is surrounded by canvas to avoid the destruction of the scene, and secondly, it will not continue to affect the normal operation of the business area, so that the situation will continue to expand. Countless police officers were moving around the car, as if trying to lift out the body but couldn't do it.

Suddenly, just as I was about to look away, the female corpse suddenly opened her eyes, and her bloodshot pupils fell straight from the ground to the eighteen-story building, just in front of my eyes.

Fortunately, the reception room was inlaid with a wooden floor, which was not hard, and I didn't feel pain when I fell, but the palpitations brought by that terrible scene were enough to make me sweat and pale.

No! How can a dead man open his eyes? That's impossible!

I convinced myself that I didn't want to believe that all this was true, so I stood up with my trembling hands against the wall, and with the support of the windowsill, I mustered up the courage to probe again.

The deceased is still there, and his eyes have not opened, so it can be seen that we are just delusional!

With a long exhale, I took a few steps back, avoiding the horrific murder scene and forcing myself to stop thinking nonsense.