Kung Fu Soldier King

"Patricide? What's the situation? I thought he ran away?" Xiao Yan poured out a glass of water and handed it to Su Qing.

Su Qing breathed a sigh of relief for fear that Xiao Yanming would not save Qiao Xianwu when he knew that Qiao Shaojie would kill Qiao Xianwu. "Qiao Xianwu died. The Qiao family refused to investigate. I guess Qiao Shaojie killed Qiao Xianwu."

"How do you know?" Xiao Yan asked subconsciously. How did Su Qing conclude that Qiao Xianwu was killed by Qiao Shaojie?

Su Qing explained, "although the Qiao family won't allow the investigation, I went to see it on behalf of my father. I found the rope used in the crime. I quietly investigated Qiao Shaojie's vehicle. There are the same rope and many cigarette butts in it. However, I don't know the motive of Qiao Shaojie's crime."

Xiao Yan nodded, took out the USB flash drive, and played the video of Qiao Xianwu's bribery to Su Qing on the hotel computer.

"Oh, then his motivation will be clear. It's called Mingzhe to protect himself. But he's too beast. Even his own father can do it." Su Qing sighed and sighed.

Xiao Yan put away the USB flash disk, thought for a moment, and suddenly grasped it. The USB flash disk was smashed in the palm of his hand, and then he threw it into the trash can.

"What are you doing? This is evidence!" Su Qing wants to go up and take out the trash can. Xiao Yan quickly catches her.

"We can't spoil a dead person. What's more, the evidence is not enough to sue Qiao Shaojie. You are a criminal policeman and should know this very well." Xiao Yan shouted at Su Qing and woke her up completely.

But Su Qing was still a little unwilling. She said, "the evidence is not enough. We can collect it. Which case we do not need to collect evidence?"

"But is there enough time? If you have time to collect evidence, you won't come to me." Xiao Yan pushed her back to the sofa and said loudly to her.

Su Qing lowered her head. Xiao Yan was right. She asked in a low voice, "what shall we do next? I must catch Qiao Shaojie, an animal inferior to pigs and dogs."

"Since he uses this kind of dirty trick, we'll also give him a drastic salary and let him pay the price for his actions." Xiao Yan sneered, picked up his mobile phone and opened his microblog account.

Now we have entered the era of network information. The era of relying on the media to spread information has passed. More people rely on the network to spread information.

Xiao Yan should seize this point and fight with Qiao Shaojie.

"The president of Qiao's group killed his father in order to obtain the right of inheritance. He was rebellious, and people and gods were angry."

"The death of Qiao Xianwu, chairman of Qiao's group, has other secrets or is murder."

"Qiao Xianwu showed his wish to donate all his inheritance before he was born, but he died before he made a will."

"On the day Qiao Xianwu died, someone saw him go out of the door and he was still very strong. He suddenly died last night. There was something strange."

“……”

Countless posts have sprung up on the Internet all at once. There are posts about Qiao Xianwu's abnormal death on this microblog and that Weibo.

These posts are very straightforward and direct public opinion to the crusade against Qiao Shaojie.

And soon someone dug out Qiao Xianwu's wealth. So much money suddenly burst the network. Many net names like to talk about the life of the rich, which has long become a consensus.

Coupled with the hatred of the rich, many people are subconsciously willing to believe that Qiao Shaojie is to protect the property he will inherit in the future, and then hurt the killer.

Although many of them are made out of nothing, although the post has no dry goods, it is well analyzed. There are also people shouting at Qiao Shaojie. If there is a list, the coffin opening autopsy will be broadcast live on Weibo.

In less than half a day, the death of the chairman of Qiao group has become a hot topic, and the trend can not be controlled at all.

After what had happened, the public relations department of Qiao's group immediately launched an emergency plan, allocated money and prepared to do public relations and delete posts.

However, such a big thing costs a lot of money, and involves the core of the Qiao family. Naturally, it is necessary to find Qiao Shaojie for approval.

But Qiao Shaojie strangled his father with his own hands. In the end, people's hearts are flesh long, and his heart is also very painful.

I drove back to the rental house and cried in the hospital.

The rental house is in the countryside of Sujiang Province, which is also a distance from Jinling. When the person in charge of the public relations department found Qiao Shaojie, the Internet had already exploded.

"Shit, you're crazy. If the spearhead appears, do it quickly. You have to wait until now." Qiao Shaojie slapped on the face of the director of public relations.

The latter quickly nodded yes, but he was skeptical.

You have a fucking look of self reproach and cut off the communication. I'm not sure the chairman's death has anything to do with you.

"Why don't you call me?" Qiao Shaojie slapped and shouted again.

"I can't get through. There's no signal here." the director of public relations looks innocent.

Qiao Shaojie was stunned. Yes, there was no signal in his hometown. I've forgotten that I haven't come back for so many years.

"Boss, what should we do next?"

Qiao Shaojie slapped up again and scolded, "what are you doing? Hurry back and press it down for me. In any case, we can't make the situation worse."

The director of the public relations department was in pain, nodded and bowed on the surface, but scolded in his heart.

Without Mr. Qiao's family, it is impossible to gain a firm foothold in Jinling. You'd be stupid if you killed old Joe.

Sometimes, if you don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, you will only be fascinated by the situation in this mountain.

When the people from the public relations department left, Qiao Shaojie sat down and said painfully, "Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, I really underestimate you. You can really do anything!"