After the Internet was hacked, she did not talk about martial arts on variety shows

"I didn't kill anyone."

After Chen Congyu handed over the video, Liu Qianzai's lie was self-defeating, but he did not admit that he had murdered.

"I said I didn't kill anyone," he was furious, and got up to go out. The door of the confession room was locked from the outside, so he couldn't get out. He turned around and yelled at the policeman who made the statement, "Are you out of your mind? Didn't you mean murder? Is the prisoner an old man? How old am I when I step on a horse?"

Here is your oldest!

The figure of the old man described by the taxi driver was similar to that of Liu Qianzai. Although he did not look like him, the prisoner could be 'disguised'.

Robbers must wear a hood when they rob, let alone murderers.

The deceased's abdomen was cut open horizontally by a sharp instrument, and he died of excessive blood loss.

The method of killing was very simple, the wound was flat and as long as half an arm.

Liu Qianzai called a lawyer to release him on bail.

After leaving the gate of the police station, the lawyer asked him where he went last night?
Liu Qianzai was in a bad mood and gave him a cold look, the lawyer closed his mouth.

Last night, he went to play with a woman. That woman is another man's woman. Men have some status in society. If he speaks out, even if he gets rid of the suspicion of a murderer, it won't be much better.

Of course I can't say.

But the police will check!
And checked it out.

Here, Liu Qianzai's suspicion has just been ruled out, and over there, the police found out Mr. Hoshino's hobbies, which were autopsy!
As soon as Chen Congyu got home and told Chen Congye about the situation, the police came to the door.

With a search warrant, a wall of anatomy books and a box of scalpels were found in Chen Congyu's room.

Each one is expensive.

"Take them all away." No murder weapon was found at the scene of the murder. The police guessed that the murder weapon might have sunk into the bottom of the sea, or the murderer might have taken it away.

A whole box of scalpels is enough for them to inspect.

When Chen Congyu was taken away, he did not resist and cooperated very well.

"Brother, don't worry, I'm fine."

Chen Congye was not worried, he just felt that the matter was getting more and more uncertain: "Well, cooperate well."

Half an hour later, Hoshino and Fengfeng became popular searches one after another because of this incident, and their two companies were in the top ten headlines.

At the same time, bad news came from the hospital for the three seriously injured in the car accident, and one of them died.

The family sued.

Everyone in the car, including the person in charge of the cell, became the defendant.

In the video of the car accident, it can be clearly seen that the deceased was pushed by the accomplice, then hit the driver, the car lost its balance and rolled over on the highway, and the next picture was broken.

It's hard to say who is mainly responsible, everyone has it.

The car accident grew from accident to murder on the pier, and it became more and more complicated.

Regardless of the car accident, the biggest fan is the old man.

Before founding Hoshino, Chen Congye was almost all abroad, so his power and connections in Xijiang were limited. Shen Sirong was different, Xijiang was his camp.

Don't look at him walking alone, in fact, there are his "little brothers" everywhere.

Chen Congye wanted to ask him for help, but before the number was dialed, the servant came to the study and told him: "Boss, Director Shen is here."

If you take the initiative to come to the door, there must be tricks.

Shen Sirong was sitting on the sofa in the living room with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his mouth, as if he was watching a play: "I heard that Mr. Chen killed someone."

"No." Chen Congye went downstairs and asked the servant to go to the warehouse to bring a new bag of tea.

Maid: "Good boss."

Shen Sirong took the cigarette out of his mouth, shook the ashes into the ashtray, put it back into his mouth and took a deep puff, then spit it out, the sharpness in his eyes was softened a bit by the mist.He asked, "Have you been to the hotel?"

"Well," Chen Congye didn't deny it, and didn't intend to take up the topic, "You should check something."

It is true that the two of them are enemies, but in a sense, they are not the same as people in this world.

Shen Sirong guessed what he wanted to check: "What are the benefits?"

The servant brought new tea.

"Honeycomb Entertainment Media," he said, taking the tea pot from the servant, "half for each person."

At the corner upstairs, Lin Misen stood there quietly with his back against the wall.

It turned out that those two people had this idea, no wonder they were 'enemies' but they could still get along.

Honeycomb Entertainment Media is now in the limelight. Like Hoshino, if the murderer is related to one of the two of them, he will face the risk of closing down and suing.

And judging from Chen Congye's reaction alone, it is more likely that the real culprit is hidden in the honeycomb.

Shen Sirong asked: "How do you know that the murderer is not from there?" If so, then he did it for nothing?The beehive is closed, what good does he get.

In terms of brains and thoughts, he is not as good as a killer leader, Chen Congye, a reckless man who can only go out and kill the enemy.

Chen Congye made the tea in one go, and he filled his cup: "Su Zhiping."

Shen Sirong agreed with this point, but he asked again: "Couldn't Liu Qianzai find someone to do it?" That was an old fox.

Regardless of whether Liu Qianzai did it himself or hired someone to do it, it was all the fault of Honeycomb Media anyway.

Liu Qianzai is just a part-time worker, no matter how "dedicated" he is, he can't kill someone for a job.

Chen Congye knew why Shen Sirong had that kind of thinking, because he was that kind of person himself, he could mess around with the slightest bit of displeasure, but others were not like him, he was a 'pervert' who could do whatever he wanted.

"No."

"How do you know?" This guy is so amazing, he knows everything, and still needs help from others?
Chen Congye tapped his temple: "I have a brain."

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Turning the corner and scolding him for being brainless!If he stayed any longer, Shen Sirong was afraid he couldn't help but beat someone, so he put out the cigarette in the ashtray, got up, "I'll give you the result tomorrow."

As soon as Shen Sirong stepped out of the gate, Chen Congye raised his eyes and looked upstairs: "Mier, come down and have some tea."

There was silence for two seconds.

Lin Misen came out, said no to drink, then turned his head and left.

At noon, he made braised pork with preserved vegetables, but it was not well done, and it tasted a little greasy, and the tea can relieve the greasy.

Chen Congye finished the rest of the tea, made another pot of scented tea and took it upstairs.

Today, apart from the two of them, there is another servant at home. When there is no order, the servant will be in the lounge on the first floor.

Chen Congye knocked on her door.

The people inside didn't respond, but they were only silent for a while, and Lin Misen replied, she was afraid that he would blow the door!

Lin Misen has been reading fashion magazines for the past few days, and her younger sister is also filming now, so if she doesn't write songs, she won't sing either.Chen Congye said to follow her, if she wanted to continue singing, he would find a music creator, and if she didn't want to, try shooting magazines.

His preference for her was so obvious that it couldn't be more obvious.

Pushing the door open, Chen Congye put scented tea on the coffee table, poured out a cup, and brought it to Lin Misen.

Light lemon and chrysanthemum fragrance.

"Mier, don't read it yet." He took the magazine from her hand and gave her tea, "You can choose whatever you like to wear, and you don't have to read so hard."

Lin Misen only drank a little and didn't want it. He took it and finished the rest.

"I just watched it without knowing it," and she looked like an idiot when it came to dressing.

Chen Congye took away the magazine she had just picked up, threw it at the end of the bed, and stretched out his hand to pull her in front of him: "You can ask me for advice." The temperature of his hands seemed to be always hot, brushing her temples , touched the skin, "If you ask, I'll tell you what looks best on you."

"Chen Congye," she put her hands on his shoulders to prevent his sudden attack, but she seemed intimate, "Your brother was just arrested, you don't go to the murderer, you flirt with me here, is it appropriate? "

Chen Congye likes her way of speaking, she has a feeling of controlling him: "Someone has gone."

The person who went looking for the real culprit was Shen Sirong.

Lin Misen began to admire him, that he could hand over his younger brother's innocence to an 'enemy'.

"Mier," he hooked her waist, pulling her into his arms, "I want to kiss."

Lin Misen: "." Is this person a kissing maniac?
"No," she complained, "my mouth hurts from your kisses."

Chen Congye buried his head on her neck, sniffed lightly, "Well, then I'll kiss somewhere else."

Lin Misen: "."

Then he kissed somewhere else.

When Lin Mizi came back at night, he saw that Lin Misen's neck was red, so he asked what was going on.

Lin Misen pulled up his sleeves, and there was also on his arm: "I seem to have eaten something, it must be an allergy."

Lin Mizi frowned and pulled up her other sleeve, which also had the same red mark on the back of her hand.

"Then have you taken your medicine?"

"have eaten."

Lin Misen felt that lying was becoming more and more natural.