when the moon whispers

Chapter 464: Accomplice - Turning Back (Part )

Six accomplices in the case
Ninety-seven Turns (Part 2)
"What are you talking about? Real or fake? Hey, brother Yu, come this way! If I burn you, I'll..."

Before Wen Xi and Cheng Zi's noise had died down, Li Zechuan came in with a full pot of instant noodles. Jiang Heyu was holding a pair of chopsticks and a spoon to help push the door open, but was in the way, so Li Zechuan pushed him aside with his slippers on his toes. He turned his head and glanced at Manager Xu, who looked frightened, and raised his chin to add, "I just ran into Lao Huo in the kitchen. A kid in the second team seems to have a stomach flu. The team doctor is not here at this time. Didn't their team leader just ask for leave to go home tonight? He said his wife sprained her ankle... Lao Huo went over to see what was going on. If she doesn't get better after taking the medicine, we'll have to take her to the hospital later. He said he sent you a message but you didn't reply, so he asked me to let you know. Aren't you two going to have a small meeting? If not, change it to tomorrow."

"I was discussing the mid-season game with him. I was just busy checking my phone to see the excitement. I'll get back to him later." Xu Muyang blinked for a long time before coming back to his senses. He slowly started a conversation. He felt sick when he saw the pot of red instant noodles with oil floating in Li Zechuan's hand. He waved his hand to persuade him and Jiang Heyu, who was simply hanging out with Li Zechuan, not to join in the fun and go forward to find out what was going on: "If you two want to eat this midnight snack in peace, I advise you not to go forward."

The more Li Zechuan listened to this, the more curious he became. He stretched his neck over Shao Jie's shoulder and looked at the screen of his mobile phone when he was about to startle. He turned around and raised his elbow to block Jiang Heyu who was a step late. He put down the instant noodle pot and covered Jiang Heyu's eyes, saying, "It's not suitable for children... Don't watch it. You've been saying you're hungry for a long time. If you can't eat and have nightmares later, you can't pull me to accompany you in the middle of the night. No... What's going on? What kind of live broadcast can cause such a big mess?"

Jiang Heyu struggled for a while but failed to break free. After weighing his courage for a while, he stretched out his hand to scratch the itchy spot on Li Zechuan's waist, nodded obediently, held the soup pot and slurped two mouthfuls of noodles, then raised his head, looked down at Li Zechuan and muttered: "I'm older than you."

"You old man." Li Zechuan sneered at his irrelevant argument, and stroked his hair before leaning back to Shao Jie: "The one who posted a threatening video on the hot search before... asking the police to disclose the truth of the old case, and if they don't cooperate, they will kill the victim live?"

"They are not the same person." Shao Jie frowned and stared at the screen, his face not looking good: "The one in the video should be Officer Jiang and his team investigating the missing students at the Finance Department... The sound and the picture don't match, the video is very likely fake. This should be a real live broadcast of murder - the picture is deliberately lowered in clarity, I don't know what this person is like..."

Wen Xi peered in for a while and then moved away. After a few seconds, she couldn't help but look forward again: "Why does this guy look familiar? Isn't this guy just tilting the camera here and not caring about it?"

"Song Zhiwen... Oh, I remember now. The woman who got stabbed is a writer, right? I remember saying before that their publishing house wanted to ask Mr. Liang for investment but was rejected. Later, I don't know how they found out about Manager Xu, and sent a bunch of signed sample book postcards to our club, hoping to ask Manager Xu to be a lobbyist--" Li Zechuan looked up suddenly and saw Xu Muyang nodded in agreement with a complicated expression. He suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if bloody murder was just around the corner. He raised his hand and rubbed the goose bumps on his arm: "If this is really a live broadcast of murder... Let alone the platform, didn't the police block it?"

"It was blocked just now. I don't know how I was able to click in again. I just saw Song Zhiwen's name on the trending search, and thought that we had dealt with each other some time ago, so I was tempted... Who would have thought that the Internet speed in our base is so good - I can still watch it now?"

Xu Muyang was frightened by the blood that almost splattered on the camera. He took a long time to get up and pat Jiang Heyu on the shoulder. He moved to the bottom of those curious and scared heads and stared at the dim picture on the screen. "The police are probably involved. I see a system-generated user name has been persuading him to answer the phone, and the settings of comment interaction, screenshot and screen recording are all turned off. The live broadcast room can no longer be found when searching. Only those who clicked in from the homepage before can still see it... But it seems that they are also slowly clearing it out. Maybe they are afraid that suddenly stopping the live broadcast will stimulate him to do something more extreme."

The live broadcast screen was always covered with a layer of bloody haze. The camera was facing a broken and bloody chair. The equipment was probably kicked crooked by the struggling Song Zhiwen. At this moment, only Song Zhiwen's half-bloody body and drooping head could be seen lying crookedly outside the screen, and the sticky dark red color slowly spread from the floor below the screen.

At this moment, a bloody hand poked in from the right side of the screen. The bloody hand grabbed the tilted camera, shook it a few times, and turned the screen over. He pulled his sleeve to carefully wipe off the blood spots stuck on the lens, revealing a clear, young face covered with blood stains. He dragged a chair and sat down, staring at himself on the screen for a long time, then pulled his sleeve and slowly wiped his face, looking at the comments section that were still persuading him to stop, smiled contemptuously, then pretended to ignore it and said "hmm": "...You policemen are also quite interesting. You dare not block the live broadcast directly for fear of not being able to find me, and you are secretly doing small tricks below... I have said many times that I will not run away if I get what I want. Now, there is only one step left - but you, looking at Song Zhiwen's appearance, you don't have much time left. Where were we just talking about? By the way, why do you have to seek revenge on Song Zhiwen... because she is the initiator of my sister being violated and pushed off the roof."

"How could I let her go?"

"Song Zhiwen may not know that before my sister was violated by Chen Zuoyi, she actually saw her holding my sister's photo and handing it to the bosses for them to choose from for entertainment."

"She chose not to speak out or pursue the matter because she found that behind the photos of the publisher's annual meeting, she was not the only victim. She wanted to find a way to contact those girls, but those who stayed were unwilling to give up what they already had, and those who left...even the editors in charge would accept a severance pay in the name of dismissal, and then disappear from the industry completely with all the records related to them."

"My sister wrote down the facts she learned in a small diary. After she 'committed suicide by jumping off a building', Guo Feng from the Yangzi Street Police Station hid it in the name of investigation. It was not until I found him that he was willing to take the initiative to exchange the small notebook for his life and beg for mercy in order to survive..."

The few people in the training room who were just watching out of curiosity suddenly fell silent.

Shao Jie frowned, and glanced at the confused look on Xu Muyang's face. He turned his head slightly and asked softly, "Manager Xu, what's wrong?"

Xu Muyang raised his eyebrows in a trance, bit his back teeth and hissed, "I just feel that this kid is a little bit... It seems like I have seen him somewhere not long ago-"

Before Xu Muyang finished speaking, the person who was whispering on the screen suddenly stopped talking and stared at the comment at the bottom of the screen with the real name "Jiang Mo" asking him to answer the phone for a few seconds. He rubbed his nose hesitantly and sighed. In the end, he turned sideways and took out his phone, which had been turned off long ago, and looked up at the corner behind the camera in silence for a moment. He pressed the power button, quietly held the phone in his palm, and swiped it with trembling fingertips to answer the call.

"...Officer Jiang."

"That's enough. You still have time to turn back."

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~
"I have already regarded the world as dust, floating flowers in the sky and my body in a dream."