I'm catching tricks in the Hong Kong variety show world

Cheng Jiahui, who was in the passenger seat, looked out the window. She changed her previous image of a cold and domineering boss and leaned closer to him like a cat.

There is a layer of black film pasted on the window of this Passat. You can see clearly from the inside to the outside. Looking from the outside to the inside, you can't see anything unless you put your face close to it.

Usually the goddess shows two faces in front of and behind people.

Especially after the relationship between the two crossed the last red line, they became more proactive and enthusiastic.

"I want to smoke."

Su Hao lowered his head and took a sip of the fragrance coming from Cheng Jiahui.

Cheng Jiahui suddenly took the cigarette out of his mouth and said domineeringly, "No smoking."

Usually when Su Hao is thinking about problems, his craving for cigarettes will be bigger than usual. It doesn't matter whether he smokes or not.

Su Hao insisted: "Didn't you open the skylight? I have something going on in my head, so don't make trouble."

"Then I want to smoke too."

Cheng Jiahui's final solution was... not letting Su Hao smoke, she smoked it herself.

"call."

Su Hao breathed out another sigh of relief.

He looked up at the roof of the car. Cheng Jiahui's smoking skills were not very good, but her enthusiasm for studying seriously was worthy of praise.

Gradually, Su Hao closed his eyes comfortably... and fell asleep.

It was getting dark.

Su Hao was woken up by the sound of the car window slapping outside.

He subconsciously straightened up, touched the zipper underneath, and found that the zipper had already been packed away.

Su Hao looked at the time again and found that it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. The surrounding area was pitch dark due to the lack of buildings. The lights of an office building not far away came dimly, and there were a few lights on the side of the road. Street lights, visibility all around is very low.

Su Hao opened the door and got out of the car. Liu Sen led Ma San to the scene. The two of them were holding a lot of food packaging bags, "Sir Su, let's go back to the police station to get the recorder first, and then go to Lao Wang's braised pork stall to get it. As evidence, I ate a late-night snack before packing it back for you, so you won’t blame us.”

Liu Sen pointed to the recording pen in Cheng Jiahui's hand.

Cheng Jiahui was currently lowering her head and listening attentively to the conversation in the recorder.

Although recordings cannot be used as direct evidence, they can be used as secondary evidence, and their role in solving or characterizing a case cannot be ignored.

Perhaps she noticed Su Hao's gaze, Cheng Jiahui raised her head and glanced at him knowingly. Since the light was very dark, she boldly and playfully pursed her lips, revealing a girl's unique charm.

Su Hao unconsciously raised his crotch with his hand, waved his hand and urged: "Good job, you guys go to the car to rest, we will have supper first."

Ma San added: "You must be waiting here to wait for the midnight broadcast, right?"

"The broadcast usually doesn't appear until after 12 o'clock. You guys eat slowly and don't be in a hurry. I'll go in and take a nap first. Remember to call me then."

Liu Sen and Cheng Fei returned to their police cars to rest, and Ma San also returned to his taxi.

The remaining three people gathered together, opened the trunk of the Passat, started the engine, used the car lights to illuminate it, and laid the food packaging boxes on it one after another. There were actually a few bottles of cold cans of beer inside.

Su Hao muttered at that moment: "You don't drive if you drink, and you don't drink when you drive, so we don't want to drink."

Lao Wang's main specialty is the whole pig feast: braised pork, pig scalp, pig tail, pig trotters, pig offal, and some ingredients, such as sliced ​​braised potatoes, braised dried sesame seeds, pickled cucumbers, and even edamame and Salted peanuts.

Perhaps because of packing, there were only cold dishes and no staple food, but the portion was quite generous.

Several people were indeed hungry, so they stopped being polite. Su Hao picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks. He was surprised to find that it was covered with soy sauce, minced garlic and chopped green onion. It was white in color and black in color. He couldn't help but take a sip of the spicy food. Cool air.

The food style of Hong Kong Island is in line with that of Guangdong Province, and spicy food is generally not eaten.

Most people can't eat spicy food either.

Even though it is mildly spicy, many people consider it to be moderately spicy.

Later, due to the influx of a large number of immigrants from outside, some changes were brought to the food style here, and it gradually became more inclusive.

Su Hao immediately took a piece of pickled cucumber and stuffed it into his mouth. The sourness in the cucumber just offset the spiciness. He couldn't help but glance at the can of beer next to him.

It happened to be noticed by Cheng Jiahui.

Cheng Jiahui deliberately asked Huang Huotu, "Did you drive here alone?"

Huang Huotu had a low emotional intelligence, so he was confused by the question. He raised his head and glanced at the two of them blankly, nodded and said, "Yes."

Cheng Jiahui added: "I came with you in Ah Hao's car. I'll drive when we get back. You can have a drink."

"But don't drink too much, just one can. We have to solve a case tonight."

The last two sentences were addressed to Su Hao.

Su Hao was very excited at the moment. No wonder it was said that a woman would follow her husband after getting married. Even if the relationship between the two was not made public, Cheng Jiahui was already leaning towards him, covertly and covertly.

Su Hao was worried that people in the bureau would find out sooner or later if this continued.

But that's for later.

Su Hao opened the beer without being polite and took a sip. A stream of cold liquid went down his throat. He quickly burped and let out a vague hum from his mouth. It was so comfortable that he just wanted to bubble.

Pork head meat paired with cold beer, the more you drink, the better it gets.

Lao Wang’s cooking skills are really good.

After a late night snack, everyone was satisfied. They returned to the car to rest again. Cheng Jiahui wiped Su Hao's mouth with a tissue, took out a pack of chewing gum from his pocket and gave it to him, "If you want to smoke, just have a piece, that's fine too." Refreshing."

The other party obviously misunderstood him.

Su Hao doesn't smoke just to refresh himself.

Seeing the other party's good performance just now, Su Hao was happy to obey.

The time is slowly approaching 12 midnight.

The door of Ma San's taxi was wide open, and people gathered around it with serious expressions. Ma San adjusted the car radio with a complex expression, and gradually changed the channel to a midnight radio station that could only be received nearby.

He complained while adjusting: "You have also obtained the evidence. Zhao Fuqiang did drink that night. His car crashed into the pond and he drowned. There were no signs of impact on his car. Wouldn't it be good to close the case like this?"

"I don't understand why you haven't closed the case yet. Let me tell you first. Many night shift drivers know this midnight radio station. I guess it is a small wild radio station. Even if the program is more energetic, it seems Isn’t it under the control of your crime squad police?”

"If the radio station is banned because of your investigation, I'm afraid I will be sprayed to death by other night shift colleagues."

In fact, judging from the case handling process on the side of the serious crime team, the case can indeed be closed.

However, everyone insisted on staying here at night to continue investigating the case.

Seeing Ma San complaining, Su Hao took the initiative and asked, "Do you think the case can be closed?"

Cheng Jiahui took the lead and shook his head, "I don't think it's that simple. I have also read the confession of Zhao Fuqiang's wife. Although the family relationship is not harmonious, there are not many conflicts. Moreover, Zhao Fuqiang also revealed some time ago that he would change his child to a primary school. In addition to being obsessed with this midnight radio anchor, he is also diligent at work. Although such a person is dissatisfied and complains about life, he will not commit suicide. "

"As an experienced driver, even if I drink and drive occasionally, I will not drink too much, let alone drive the car directly into the pond. Another point is that the main cab window was open at the time, even if he He was wearing a seat belt and the pond was not very deep, so he had every chance of escaping from the car."

"So, even if there is evidence that he drank and drove, I still think it is very suspicious. Since it cannot be suicide or accidental death, what exactly caused his death?"

Cheng Jiahui's words made everyone nod their heads.

Su Hao looked at Liu Sen again, "Why did you immediately request our Miscellaneous Affairs Department to assist in the investigation?"

Liu Sen frowned and thought for a while, "I personally helped Zhao Fuqiang's wife make the confession. I thought at that time that it was impossible for him to commit suicide. Apart from working diligently, he had no other bad habits and no obsession. Doesn’t the female anchor count? Such an honest, low-level man who works nine to five will not disappear for several days without reporting it to his family and company. I subconsciously felt that there was another hidden story in this disappearance case."

"As for asking Brother Huang to come over to assist in the investigation, the reason for your Miscellaneous Affairs Department's crime detection rate is super high. At that time, the case of a student from Santa Maria Girls' High School who drowned in the bathtub, I remember also forwarded it to you, and it ended up being solved within three days. broken."

Liu Sen asked the Miscellaneous Affairs Department to assist in the investigation because he felt that the case was very confusing and he was not sure, and wanted to take advantage of the high case detection rate of their Miscellaneous Affairs Department.

Su Hao glanced at Liu Sen and felt that his emotional intelligence was not as low as he appeared.

At present, the miscellaneous affairs department and the serious crime team are basically integrated into one, and they should help each other.

Su Hao concluded his speech by saying, "So, we all feel that this case will not be that simple. This is why we continue to stay here."

Liu Sen leaned over and patted the car radio on the center console. "Did you hear that? Don't question our police's case-handling procedures. Is the radio tuned?"

Ma San immediately exclaimed: "SIR, I installed this car radio specially. It cost me [-] to [-] Hong Kong dollars. Don't break it. Ordinary car radios can't find such wild radio broadcasts." .”

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, the time officially reached 12 midnight.

A soothing prelude of light music came from the radio station.

Ma San shouted excitedly on the spot: "This is it. The anchor will come out immediately. Let me tell you, this radio station has the most exciting programs, and the female anchor's voice is also very nice. Listening to it makes people excited."

The prelude of the music on the radio became smaller and smaller, and finally a soft and magnetic anchor voice came out.

Even if Su Hao is a man of two generations, he has to admit that the female anchor of this wild radio station has a very good voice. As soon as he hears it, people can't stop thinking about it, imagining that the other party must be a big lady whose appearance and temperament are not inferior to those of Hong Kong girls. Beauty.

"Good evening, I am Miyuki, the host who accompanies you every day. It's 12 o'clock in the evening again. Welcome to listen to the midnight talk show "Lonely Heart". Today I am honored to invite another new host to join me in the program. .”

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhao Fuqiang. Tonight is my first night... to report."

Miyuki smiled softly, "Actually, other listeners who listened to this program before the broadcast also have the opportunity to become our new host... We are waiting for you, as long as you can call the hotline and be answered by our host, but in the end it was The probability of being admitted as a host is actually not high. In addition to testing whether you love our program enough, it also requires a little bit of luck."

Ma San's whole body felt as if he had been immersed in ice water.

He pointed at the voice on the radio tremblingly and looked back at the crowd, his eyes filled with incredible horror. "This is Zhao Fuqiang's voice. Isn't he dead? Why did he become a radio host?"

The remaining people also took a breath of air.

Only Su Hao was the calmest. He asked, "Are you sure this is Zhao Fuqiang's voice?"

Ma San's whole face almost made him cry, "I'm sure we often use the walkie-talkie to communicate when waiting for customers at night, and sometimes we make dirty jokes together. I can still hear his voice even if he turns into a ghost." ah."

Having said this, Ma San shuddered again.

"Do you think Zhao Fuqiang turned into a ghost?"

Cheng Jiahui slowly approached Su Hao and squeezed his arm, "Ah Hao, what should we do now?"

Su Hao sneered calmly, "We all think there are doubts about this case. Now that the doubts have come out, wouldn't we use this as a breakthrough to solve the case?"

"Don't worry, all of you. Our Miscellaneous Affairs Department handles situations like this. As long as I'm here, nothing will happen."

No matter what kind of monster it is, it will become experience points under the judge's pen.

Chapter 214 Zhao Fuqiang, you are dead

The voice on the radio continued.

"Actually, before I became a host, I was a night shift taxi driver. I have a son who is in the third grade of elementary school. My parents are both here. However, I live in a rural area. I don't have a college degree. I only graduated from junior high school. I don't have any skills. The only thing I can do well is I got a motor vehicle driving license in my hometown in my early years, and I could only earn a meager salary by selling coolies and driving taxis to support my family."

"My wife and I came to the city to make a living after getting married. She washed dishes in a restaurant and worked as a waitress. I worked in a taxi company and lived in a low-rent house with an area of ​​less than 45 square meters. We had to wait in line for a long time to get this. number."

"I have been married for almost ten years. Like a male bee, I go out at night and come home in the morning, rain or shine, with no days off. It costs tens of thousands of dollars for my children to go to school every year. My parents in rural areas are getting older, and I have to consider providing for them in the future. A family of three spends tens of thousands on food, drink, housing and transportation every year. My daughter-in-law keeps nagging in my ears every day, saying that she has no new clothes, that the boss is a stingy person, that the customers are too stupid and always make things difficult for her, and she has endless complaints. , and also said that we want to live in a new house of our own, is it possible with our current income?”

"It's impossible in this life."

"I am under invisible pressure every day. Gradually, my wife and I have fewer and fewer common topics."

"I don't dare to get sick, get hurt, or complain. The only pleasure I have every day is to earn enough for the day's rent and drive the car to Laowang Braised Food Stall to eat a bowl of pork offal and drink a bottle of cold beer. In fact, I I’m so tired, I really want to reset everything and start over.”

"If this continues, I will never be able to buy our house in the city. I can even imagine my life in 20 years. I really regret getting married...until I heard Miyuki's voice on the radio, Only then did I find a bit of fantasy space.”

“Her voice is gentle and magnetic, never in a hurry, like a lovely neighbor sister who patiently answers the hotline calls from every enthusiastic listener. She will never complain to me about not having new clothes to wear this year, nor will she Complaining that I sleep like a dead pig when I get home..."

"There are no worries, no pressure, and no people complaining here. This is the new environment I live in now. I like it here so much. If you are also interested, please call our radio station's hotline and tell your story. Maybe there will be someone to tell your story. The opportunity is invited."

Several people around the taxi's on-board radio looked at each other, not even daring to speak out. The silence was so terrible that Zhao Fuqiang's voice on the radio was so real and harsh that everyone listened to his complaints and worries word for word. .

Su Hao poked Ma San, "Are everything he said on the radio true?"

Ma San was stunned, with horror and disbelief written all over his face. He smiled bitterly: "Of course it's true, otherwise who would drive a taxi in two shifts? In fact, my life is not much better than him. My wife and I don't even If you dare to have a child, you’re worried that you won’t be able to raise it in the future.”

Obviously, Ma San was also drawn into the story told by Zhao Fuqiang, and even forgot the fear of Zhao Fuqiang's resurrection.

Su Hao coughed and said, "I'm asking about the hotline number of the radio station. Has Zhao Fuqiang called the hotline number?"

Ma San thought for a while and said, "I should have called him, but the hotline number of this kind of wild radio station is charged. I am not sure whether he has called it."

"Do you remember the hotline number just now?"

"remember."

“When will the audience’s hotline be answered?”

"Miyuki's hosting usually lasts for 2 hours. The first hour will tell stories about the stories encountered or heard in life, which all happened among ordinary people. The next hour is the hotline interaction time. By the way, I Now that I think about it, I heard someone say that Zhao Fuqiang called Miyuki’s hotline more than once.”

"Okay, let's take turns calling him later. I want to know why Zhao Fuqiang still appears on the radio when he is clearly dead."

Su Hao couldn't help but light up a cigarette.

Everyone was also thinking about the problem in Su Hao's words.

In fact, what Su Hao wanted to find out was what caused Zhao Fuqiang's death and what form Zhao Fuqiang existed now.