when the moon whispers

Chapter 364 Accomplice - Box (Part )

Six accomplices in the case
Forty-Seven Boxes (Part 2)
In the years since Lanqiao Publishing House became famous and prosperous, it has done a lot of opportunistic and shabby things. The initial preparation for the investment meeting was just to create bridges for some illicit contacts, and to eliminate the "literary workers" from the beginning. The background color is smeared all over the painting.

"It is said that when the investment promotion meeting was first organized, it was just a drinking bureau at best. It was mainly to build relationships with the leaders of the association who were willing to show up... If any of the bosses present like the bookish style, help them. An introduction and a recommendation to give it a try.”

Sun Zhiming raised his eyes to look at Jiang Mo's pointed eyebrows, took a sip of coffee with twice the espresso, and trembled violently, "Although these things are covered up in a high-sounding way outside, but After all, in this circle of Sheng'an, you can pick up just a few words from anyone - let's discuss the matter, don't make random accusations, Officer Jiang."

Jiang Mo smiled silently and picked up the coffee cup in his hand as a sign of relief, "I mean, how did this wine shop turn into an investment promotion meeting, and how could it be held in such a grand manner for how many years?"

"Because Mr. Chen - uh... the original Mr. Chen, Chen Zuohui." Sun Zhiming couldn't resist the bitter taste in his mouth, so he grabbed two bags of sugar packets given by fast food and poured them over the table. The two police officers should have known each other more or less during the investigation and collection of evidence. As for Chen Zuohui, he was just playing for fun, but his mind was often playing with the abacus beads, so the wine shop changed its business to attract investment. At that time, wasn't it the time when the film and TV series were being filmed to attract investment? The investment promotion meeting of Lanqiao Publishing House was a stepping stone. Fu'an Xingcheng invested money in the publishing house for the purpose of financing connections - after all, Luo After the boss's out-of-town mine killed someone and was closed down, Sheng'an really lost a lot of money from wealthy locals who had relatively abundant circulation." Sun Zhiming paused for a moment, swaying his coffee cup and raising his eyelids, "...Boss Luo. It’s the real dad outside the door.”

"Boss Luo, in that collapsed mine out there... is that the dead girl from the stalking case, Zhao Qing?" Xiao Letian held his arms and pondered quietly, then lowered his voice and leaned into Jiang Mo's ear to ask. He opened his mouth, and when his senior sister nodded in agreement, he frowned vigorously, and couldn't help but let out a sigh. Then he glanced awkwardly at Sun Zhiming, who was interrupted by him unintentionally, and nodded apologetically, "... …Mr. Sun, please continue.”

Sun Zhiming waved his hand nonchalantly: "...Anyway, it was after Chen Zuohui got involved with Lanqiao Publishing House that this wine business started to move in the direction of the investment promotion conference, and it became bigger and bigger year by year. In the end, this Well, just by looking at the photos, you should know that the scene is unprecedented, and Yao Mozi is doing something unprecedented. Tsk... I can’t stand it.”

Jiang Mo frowned and thought for a moment, "Because of Chen Zuoyi?"

Sun Zhiming nodded: "I'm not sure if the two brothers were present at the same time before, and there was no problem in the past... Anyway, the time I accompanied Sun Zhiyi, the two brothers were definitely not happy - Chen Zuoyi had his eyes on a young writer at the time - I think, I don't remember clearly, it was either the girl with only the hem of her skirt left in the photo, or a girl wearing a similar color as her. Chen Zuoyi dragged her into the hostess box."

Jiang Mo quickly caught the words Sun Zhiming handed over: "Private box? The same thing as in the wine shop earlier?"

Sun Zhiming lowered his lips and snorted coldly: "Although there are serious business discussions in this investment fair, it is held in Wandu Mountain. The opening and closing of the door of this box is basically equivalent to two worlds - —When you enter the box door, you have to know what will happen next. You may not have the final say if you are a reputable writer. For example, what is the name of Song——"

"Song Zhiwen?"

"Yes. The pretty famous one." Sun Zhiming turned around and clicked on the bookcase behind him, then took a book and handed it to Jiang Mo. "The eldest sister also gave me a book -" Sun Zhiming nodded first. Jiang Mo allowed Jiang Mo to look through it, and then looked at her and took out a business card with a kiss on it. After so many years, he still couldn't help but shudder, "Maybe he just looked at me and thought I was a stranger." A stupid young man who can be manipulated at will. Sun Zhiyi laughed to death at that time. He insisted on taking back the book and the business card. They have been kept here for several years. If you need them, just take them. "

Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows and did not comment. He just looked down at the reprinted photo, "Do you know what happened in the box at that time? Who was probably in that room, and how much can you remember?" "The deputy of the publishing house at the time When he invited me in for a drink, he went over to take a look, but there were not many people in the room at that time. There were only two or three bosses and leaders in the front row. Sun Zhiyi was talking about film and television with an editor. After talking about copyright, I just nodded and left with her. I don’t know exactly how many people came later. There were probably more than a dozen seats in that room.”

Sun Zhiming picked up a signature pen and marked the photo a few times. He rubbed his eyebrows and thought about it carefully for a moment. He shook his head uncertainly: "Except for the two brothers Chen Zuohui and Chen Zuoyi, I really can't remember much. Clear... I just remember that their editor Chai stood at the door like an old madam and introduced the newly signed young writers. There was a lot more involved here, and most of them were consensual, morally speaking. I only use it to restrain myself and have no control over others.”

Jiang Mo looked at him silently for a while, "When did Chen Zuoyi drag a girl into the box?"

"Before the reception? At about the time I took my sister to leave, the box door was already closed. I was at the escalator fence and had a rough look. At that time, Chen Zuohui stepped forward to persuade me. The two brothers were in the corridor. There was a quarrel, and then Editor Chai led another person to make peace, and probably gave the girl a slap to stop causing trouble... After the quarrel, everyone thought that the matter was settled. The children have flowers, but in this situation, they are all face-saving people.”

Jiang Mo's eyebrows tightened: "If you say so, does that mean that this matter is not over yet?"

"I was not present for the subsequent situation. I heard that I need to talk to you two about what is going on, so as not to affect the judgment of the police comrades in handling the case."

Sun Zhiming took a sip of bitter-sweet coffee, hesitated for a few seconds, and sighed deeply: "The girl who was dragged into the box by Chen Zuoyi at that time seemed to have been violated by Chen Zuoyi... while she was drunk."

Even though Jiang Mo had some expectations, his heart still sank: "But there is no relevant report on Chen Zuoyi."

"Who in that place dared to ask her to call the police? The people from the publishing house? Or the bosses who were afraid of being implicated?" Sun Zhiming sneered in a complicated manner and shook his head helplessly.

"Do you know why the painting at Wandu Mountain was replaced? Because it is said that... the girl had no way to ask for help and was humiliated in every possible way. The mobile phone she used to contact the outside world was hidden by the publishing house, so she could only stand in front of that painting She cut her wrists in front of the painting in front of everyone and threw the blood on the wall, trying to force the people present to call the police or call an ambulance - but it turned out that it has been several years until now, and she has never had the chance. Show up and cry out for injustice.”

Sun Zhiming spread his hands and handed the photo back to Jiang Mo's hand.

"Officer Jiang, I wonder if you can find such a victim whose name is unknown?"

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~
"If the spring breeze doesn't understand, why is it blowing away fallen flowers?"