Ling Feng took a few policemen, pushed through the crowd, and finally came to the center. Several policemen skillfully pulled the cordon belt to isolate irrelevant people from a distance.

The place they had just surrounded was a small cubicle for the props, and a teenager kneeled beside a long synthetic wooden box with a bloody knife in his hand, staring at the contents fixedly, motionless, as if his soul had been drained.

As soon as he saw the scene in this room, coupled with this special smell, Ling Feng instantly understood what was happening.

"Police! Drop your weapon! Ling Feng shouted.

The young man seemed to be awakened by this majestic voice, his body trembled, and he slowly turned his head, but the knife in his hand was not put down.

Ling Feng recognized this face, it was Fang Zhu. His pure white coat and coat were stained with blood like sludge, but his handsome and white face was clean, out of the mud but not stained, and his eyes were bright and clear, pure and innocent, and he was like two people with his usual domineering and unruly expression, not at all like a person who had just done something unimaginable to ordinary people.

Ling Feng was slightly taken aback, but he didn't care about this yet, and he had to do his best to prevent him from making any more dangerous moves.

Fang Zhu was stunned for a moment, as if he also recognized him: "It's you?" ”

It seemed that there was still reason, Ling Feng thought, but the next sentence made him doubt this idea of his own.

"Why are you here?" Fang Zhu didn't seem to understand what was going on.

"Are you pretending to be crazy and stupid? What did you just do? What are you holding in your hand? Ling Feng slowly approached him, trying to snatch the knife from his hand.

Fang Zhu looked down at his hand, the slimy feeling was extremely real, the smell of rust and corruption was not as obvious as it was at the beginning, this was probably the smell of abalone that he had been smelling for a long time and didn't know its smell.

He sniffed, frowned in disgust and muttered, "It's not new anymore, it's not interesting." ”

That strong sense of stimulation comes and goes quickly, leaving only a bigger and deeper hole in the heart, which needs to be filled with a stronger stimulus.

At this time, Fang Zhu slowly stood up from the ground, threw the knife in his hand to the side without care, returned to his usual appearance, and said lightly: "I'm making a movie here, what?" Is it also illegal to make a movie? ”

Ling Feng gave a color to the policemen beside him, and they suddenly came to Fang Zhu's side, and stood one on one side, holding him hostage in the middle.

"Don't pretend to be confused here!"

But Fang Zhu didn't eat him at all, and asked rhetorically, "What am I pretending to be confused?" ”

Ling Feng said patiently: "You are suspected of murder, everyone has obtained all the stolen goods, and you still want to quibble, bring it back first!" ”

Hearing this, the two policemen were about to escort Fang Zhu out, but at this time he was in a hurry, struggling and shouting: "What are you doing?" Why do this to me? ”

"Let me go, do you know who I am?"

"What about reporters, photographers, hurry up and take pictures, the police beat people, wronged good people......"

Ling Feng was so troubled by his quarrel that he hurriedly said, "Wrap it up, take it back to the bureau first, and let him calm down." After that, let the forensic team enter the scene to collect evidence, and he began to investigate and visit the periphery.

Surrounded by people holding mobile phones to shoot around, there are also people whispering, talking to each other, eyes glancing over here from time to time, uncontrollable curiosity and curiosity, making this abandoned amusement park more lively than ever.

Among this group of people, there is one person who seems out of place - this is the keen insight and perception that a police officer naturally learns from the accumulated experience of handling cases. The man who was holding his phone like everyone else, but his eyes were flustered and strange.

At this time, Ling Ling walked over.

"They are a film crew here, filming here, but they seem to be the kind of half-baked enthusiasts, and there are only about a dozen staff members, and the director is the prince of Parkson Group, and this team is formed to play tickets for him."

"I see." Ling Feng accosted her while still observing the reaction of the crowd of onlookers. "Has the informant been found?"

"Well, it's the scene reporter of this crew, called Liu Qin, do you need to ask him in person?"

"No need, you say."

"We received a call at 9:28 a.m. to report the incident. He said on the phone that he witnessed a murder incident, and the killer was the director of their crew, that is, Fang Zhu. According to his testimony, he had to check the content of his work with the director every morning, and if nothing else, he could start filming at 9:30. Of course, our great director only needs to be responsible for watching the monitor, and express some unique but unprofessional opinions, and the preparation, scheduling, and coordination work before this have been done in advance by special people. ”

Director Fang Da usually arrives on the set after 9 o'clock, usually around 9:10, and after arriving, he rests in his nanny car, waiting for the scene reporter to report to him, and then starts the day's work. But when it was 9:20 today, I still didn't see him, so Liu Changji went to other places on the set to look for it, and happened to meet the driver who usually picks up the director, so I asked him about the director's whereabouts. ”

"The driver said that a new batch of props was delivered this morning, and the director is now doing acceptance in the props room. So, Liu Changji went there to find him. It turned out that he was holding a knife, stabbing into the wooden box on the ground. The scene reporter was afraid that he had read it wrong, so he deliberately stepped forward and walked behind him, and saw that the box showed a face, which had been scratched beyond recognition, and the white foam particles used for filling it were all stained red, and even some things that were suspected to be internal organs and blood clots were turned out. He was so frightened that he ran out of the props room and hurriedly called the police. ”

Ling Ling leaned over to Ling Feng and described Liu Qin's attire to him, allowing him to lock on to a skinny man in the crowd who still looked frightened.

"Where's the driver?"

"His name is Zhang Qiang, and he is the one who wears that black tweed coat, his hair is a little bald, and he is a little fat, standing on Ma Xiaochao's right hand. We questioned several staff members, and according to their testimonies, the wooden box was sent by Zhang Qiang in the morning. Ling Ling said.

Sure enough, it was that person.

"Let's meet the driver." Ling Feng said.

Ling Ling took the lead in front of Zhang Qiang: "You are Zhang Qiang, the driver who usually drives and is responsible for picking up Fang Zhu, right?" ”

"Yes......" Zhang Qiang replied with a stammer.

"Tell me about your trip this morning."

"Huh? From...... Since when did you start talking about it? ”

Ling Ling's eyes widened, and he was a little dissatisfied with his stupidity: "Of course, start from the beginning, just start talking about it after you get up in the morning!" ”

"Oh...... Oh, okay. Zhang Qiang reluctantly settled his mind and began his narrative.

"I woke up at about 6 o'clock today, brushed my teeth and washed my face, ate a bowl of noodles at our breakfast stall downstairs, and then went to the East Lake Courtyard."

The key place name appeared, and Ling Ling couldn't wait to interrupt: "What are you doing in the East Lake Courtyard?" ”

"Go and change cars, I'm going to pull a large prop here today, and ordinary cars can't fit it."

"The East Lake Villa is a high-end villa area."

"Yes, my employer lives there."

"Your employer is ......"

Zhang Qiang suddenly wanted to speak at this time: "Yes...... is Director Xiaofang's stepmother Li Yun, she ...... She was also my high school classmate, and she introduced me to work here. ”

It's an unexpected relationship.

At this time, Zhang Qiang suddenly said nervously: "Comrade policeman, can we keep this relationship secret for me." ”

"Is there any need to keep this secret? Could it be that you have something else to do with each other? Ling Ling looked at him suspiciously.

"Nope! No! Zhang Qiang realized that he seemed to be getting darker and darker, and hurriedly explained: "Director Xiaofang's relationship with his stepmother is very poor, the rich and powerful old man and the young and beautiful second wife, the original young rebellious son, is the kind of very common, very cliché entanglement of wealthy families, police officer, you should understand this...... If Director Xiao Fang knew that I was his stepmother's high school classmate, he would definitely not want to use me anymore. ”

Ling Ling snorted coldly: "Don't care if he wants to use you or not, it's a question whether he can use it or not." ”

"You go on." Ling Feng retracted the topic that had been diverted.

"Good...... Good. I went to the East Lake Courtyard and drove away one of their pickup trucks, went to a studio that made movie props to move the props, and then drove the car straight here. ”

Ling Feng asked Ling Ling to write down the address of this studio and let her go on a trip with Ma Xiaochao.

His account was a bit too brief, Ling Feng felt that the details still had to be asked by them one by one.

"What time do you arrive at the East Lake Annex?"

"I didn't pay much attention to this, but if you calculate the distance, it shouldn't exceed 7 o'clock."

"Why go there?"

"Ah...... Didn't you just say that my car can't fit, go get a pickup......"

"So, do you know what kind of prop you're going to get today?" Ling Feng's eyes were like torches.

"No...... I don't know ......."

"In that case, why do you know to change cars in advance?"

"I'm just working for people, of course, I do what my employer says."

"Why are you sweating so much? Is it hot for you this weather? ”

"Right...... I'm sorry, officer, but I'm usually a timid person, and it's the first time I've been questioned so formally, so ...... A little nervous......"

Ling Feng glanced at him coldly, without revealing a trace of expression on his face, and then asked, "You mean, you received instructions from your employer in advance before you went to her villa and then to her studio, right?" ”

"That's right!"

"Your employer...... It's called Li Yun, right, what did she tell you? ”

"She said I should leave early today, go to my house first, drive that pickup truck to the studio, get the props for today's shooting, and then come to the set."

"What time do you arrive at the studio and what time do you leave the studio?"

"It's about half past seven when I get there, and it's about eight o'clock when I leave."

"You spent half an hour in that studio?"

Finally asked the key question, Zhang Qiang's whole body tensed: "That prop is relatively large and heavy, and it took me a little effort to move it out alone." ”

"You're alone? Isn't there anyone else in that studio? ”

"Yes, I didn't even lock the door when I went, so I went straight in, and when I went in, I found that no one was there, so I just took the props and left."

"You really don't know what kind of prop you went to pick up this morning?"

"Actually...... Li Yunyou told me that it was...... is a dummy model. "You just have to remember and tell the truth. Tell the police what you see, hear, and most importantly what you believe, Zhang Qiang thought about Li Yun's words.

"You know what happened in the prop room, right?"

"Hmm...... I've been in that room, and it seems that Director Kofang stabbed someone to death with a knife. ”

"That wooden box contains the prop you brought this morning, right? He was stabbing the man inside, but it was clear that it wasn't a dummy. Do you have anything to say about this? ”。

Zhang Qiang was dripping in cold sweat, and his somewhat loose face was shiny, like a piece of oil cake that had been squeezed.

Where does the pressure come from when the employer says "tell the truth", the police ask him to "tell the truth", and he himself really wants to "tell the truth"?