Feng Yuan, whose voice was choked, looked really sad, but I didn't know whether this sadness was because of Lin Jianbin's death or because he missed an important variety show.
He Chunrong's phone lit up. She quickly opened it and looked at it. Then she picked up a pen and copied a number on the paper and handed it to Duan Mo.
"Abin's sister asked me if something happened. Do I want to reply?"
Duan Mo glanced sideways at Lu Wuchuan, turned back and said, "Tell her it's the Public Security Bureau who wants her number, and I'll make a call right away."
It is best to contact the family of the deceased through the office landline. If you call from a mobile phone, you may easily be mistaken for a scammer.
The phone was picked up almost as soon as it rang. The other party's voice sounded young and slightly trembling: "I am Lin Jianbin's sister. What's wrong with my brother?"
Duan Mo still reported the name of the special case team of the Liancheng City Public Security Bureau as usual, and then said: "A male corpse was found in Moon Bay this morning. People from Tianshi Culture Media Company have confirmed that it is Lin Jianbin."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, followed by uncontrollable crying.
Duanmo sighed. This was not the first time she had made such a call, but she felt very heavy every time.
She finished what she needed to say in a calm tone, and determined the approximate time with the other person. She didn't offer too much comfort. She just said "sorrows" and ended the conversation. Because she knew that this kind of time would be difficult for the family of the deceased.
, any language is pale and powerless. Just like when dad left...
"Impossible! It's a good time for Abin now. The company has given him the best resources, and the work arrangements have been arranged to accommodate him as much as possible. If there is anything that can make him unable to think about it, he will commit suicide!" Feng Yuanxiang is like a rooster with his neck strangled, sharp.
His voice was getting louder and louder every time.
Lu Wuchuan tilted his head slightly and looked at him coldly: "Who told you that he committed suicide?"
"Didn't you just mean..."
"I asked Lin Jianbin if there was anything abnormal recently, such as his emotions. This was a routine inquiry and it didn't mean anything."
Qiao Yu patted Feng Yuan's hand holding the handkerchief: "Yuan Yuan, don't get excited. Xiao He, you follow A Bin every day, tell me."
"Well," He Chunrong responded first, and then said, "There is nothing abnormal about Abin, and he is in a good mood. It has been his relaxation period recently, and his work schedule is not tight. After his birthday a few days ago, he went home to live.
Two days later, I came back and brought special products to everyone, and I looked very happy."
Lu Wuchuan nodded and asked, "Is there anyone who has any conflicts with him?"
He Chunrong glanced to the side subconsciously, then quickly looked away: "No. A Bin has a straight personality, but he is very good to people. Even with me, a little assistant, he rarely loses his temper."
Lu Wuchuan flipped through the record book: "Make a wish, is Gao Fangru also from your company?"
"Yes, Xuanyuan is a makeup artist, and Gao Fangru is a model." Qiao Yu then asked, "Do you need their contact information?"
The inquiry did not last long. After leaving his phone number, Lu Wuchuan asked them to go back first.
As the manager of the public relations department, Qiao Yu said a few words on behalf of the company.
Feng Yuan took this moment to get close to Duan Mo: "Are you interested in joining the entertainment industry? I can help you."
"Thank you, I'm not interested." Duan Mo replied simply.
Feng Yuan refused to give up and took out a business card: "There is a Republic of China drama currently selecting actors. I think your image and temperament are very suitable for the second female lead. She is a female student who has returned from studying abroad and has a lot of roles. The director is my friend.
Shall I take you to the audition?"
"The second female lead? A female student who returned from studying abroad?" Lu Wuchuan held the business card between his fingers and said playfully, "Mr. Feng should keep such a good opportunity for himself."
After saying that, he stuffed the business card into the breast pocket of Feng Yuanhua's shirt: "You two, go slowly, I won't give it away!"
Feng Yuan frowned and looked into those icy black eyes. He snorted coldly and walked out of the office while twisting his waist.
Qiao Yu laughed awkwardly: "Captain Lu, don't mind. Yuanyuan just cherishes his talents. He has no other intentions. Farewell, farewell."
After he walked out of the door first, He Chunrong bowed slightly and said, "If you need anything else, you can come to me at any time."
Lu Wuchuan asked Duan Mo to scan and file the transcripts. He went out for a trip and came back with two paper bags in his hand.
"Are you hungry? Come over and eat quickly."
It's already past one o'clock, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't hungry.
Duan Mo made notes on the computer and asked casually: "Lu Lie, when did you order takeout?"
"That time when Yuanyuan was crying." Lu Wuchuan emphasized the word "Yuanyuan" very hard.
A certain unique creature immediately appeared in Duanmo's mind, and she curled her lips in disgust: "You can really scream."
Lu Wuchuan put his hands on the table and looked at her: "Yuanyuan's eyes are really bad. How does she look like a female student who returned from studying abroad?"
"..." Why can't you get over this joke?
When I came back after washing my hands, the rice was already on the table. This was not the first time I had eaten rice from Shiyuzhai. Lu Wuchuan had ordered takeout from this restaurant before. It tasted so good that I couldn't say anything short of it. It would be one word -
-expensive.
Duan Mo couldn't help but squint his eyes as he entered the rice soaked in soup.
The autumn sunshine drifted in through the window. She was already white, and her delicate skin seemed to be glowing at the moment. Her eyelashes, like crow feathers, were clearly defined, covering most of her twinkling eyes.
It looks like a well-fed cat... very well-behaved.
Lu Wuchuan tilted his head slightly, his eyes falling on her face for a moment.
"Eat slowly, you'll have enough time."
"Don't we still need an autopsy?" Duan Mo often followed him in and out of the autopsy room, and Duan Mo had long been immune to vocabulary related to corpses.
"There's not enough manpower there, so I can only make time at two o'clock."
"It will be great if the Expo is over. Not only them, I see people in the bureau walking with wind in their eyes now."
After swallowing the food in his mouth, Duanmo raised his head: "Don't you think something is wrong with He Chunrong...?"
This time, his eyes collided with each other. The man's eyes were long and narrow, sunk deep under his tall brows, and his dark eyes were clear and gentle.
For a moment, Duanmo felt a strange emotion from it and was shocked.
The little girl's momentary panic was seen by Lu Wuchuan, but he had no intention of peeking at the bag. He just slowly looked away: "He hesitated to speak, right?"
Duan Mo blinked his eyes, suppressed the wild rabbit in his heart, and warned himself: Hallucinations are all hallucinations! He must have been deceived by his beauty to have such hallucinations.
After the warning, she brought back her previous train of thought: "Yes, especially when you asked Lin Jianbin who he had conflicts with, her eyes glanced at Feng Yuan several times."
"She is now temporarily unemployed, and she can find time to come over at any time. Don't be in a hurry, just eat well."