What if the police don't want to investigate the incident? ...
"Of course he can't sell it. As long as the watch is there, he is still a member of Xingyu Feiyu. If the watch is sold, even if he commits adultery and kills himself, his godfather will not save him." Wei Xiaoming understood Wei Jing and knew the right measure.
"Mr. Wei saved him? Hasn't he been sentenced?" Wen Zichuan heard that Liu Shixing's kidnapping and extortion case had been sentenced to one year.
"I heard that he was sentenced to three years or five years. My godfather found a way to reduce it to one year." Wei Xiaoming talked about interfering with the judicial decision as easily as bargaining for a purchase.
"Why?!" Wen Zichuan didn't understand. Didn't Wei Jing hate him? Why would he help him?!
"My godfather said that Liu Shixing's family is all dead, and he's a 'barefoot man who's not afraid of those who wear shoes.' If we push him too far, he'll probably tell the police everything, which will get him into big trouble." Wei Xiaoming gave him an sympathetic look. "I know you're upset, but there's nothing I can do. I'll just have to bear it."
Although two months have passed, the events of that night are still vivid in my mind.
Wen Zichuan thought that he deliberately provoked Liu Shixing. No matter he was beaten or kidnapped, as long as there was conclusive evidence to send him to jail, his life and that of Brother Zhou would not be disturbed again and again.
Unexpectedly, everything was premeditated.
Liu Shixing dared to take the risk and planned a kidnapping and extortion because he had some leverage in his hands that made President Wei wary of him.
He either succeeds in extortion and pays off his debt, or fails in extortion and goes to jail peacefully.
No matter what the result is, for him, although his career is ruined, at least he can save his life.
How ridiculous! Liu Shixing did all kinds of evil things, and in the end he wanted to catch him as a scapegoat, wanting him to fall into the abyss with him.
"Xiaoming, if this drama is finished filming in June, when will it be aired?"
"The earliest it will be released is next summer, right? It has to go through post-production and review, so the process is very long."
Unfortunately, Liu Shixing was only sentenced to one year.
A year from now, will the show be airing successfully? Will he be able to rise to fame with this show? Will he be able to earn enough money to hire bodyguards to protect him? Will he be able to use his fame to put pressure on Liu Shixing and stop him from acting recklessly?
All of these are unknown, and Wen Zichuan's heart is hanging high again.
"Don't think too much," Wei Xiaoming said, seeing that he was worried, "You signed with Xingyu Feiyu, and even if the sky falls, your godfather will support you. No matter what Liu Shixing does, we will ignore him and leave the rest to your godfather."
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Although Wen Zichuan didn't want to disparage himself, the saying "beware of the owner when beating a dog" was indeed very applicable. As long as he was at Xingyu Feiyu and visited Mr. Wei more often, Liu Shixing would have some reservations.
After the training, the crew held a start-up ceremony.
Photos taken at the start of filming were posted online, with Wen Zichuan appearing in ancient costume again. His fans increased by almost 200,000 overnight, and his total number of fans exceeded one million.
Everyone in the dubbing community was shocked: "Wow! No wonder Teacher Wen didn't make any noise during the Spring Festival. It turns out he's been planning a big move!"
There are precedents for voice actors transitioning to film and television actors, but they are very rare.
Everyone used to eat with a bowl in hand, but suddenly some people started to eat with a pot in hand. Those who were doing well could even open up connections upstream and give "bowls" to their former colleagues. Just based on this point, I don't know how much envy, jealousy and hatred they would arouse.
In the past, Wen Zichuan would have spent some time internalizing and digesting the negative emotions caused by the negative comments; but now, he doesn't care at all what others say. As long as he can become famous and make money, he doesn't care about anything else.
At the same time, the police investigation into the car accident and cliff fall incident in Longji Mountain also made progress.
The official report concluded that it was an accident.
From the Jiang family to the Cheng family, no one thought that it was just an accident.
Because no one understood why Mr. Jiang suddenly left home and why he got on a truck loaded with porcelain.
In fact, no matter how complicated and bizarre the case of a vehicle falling off a cliff is, it is not the responsibility of the criminal police to handle it.
But given the relationship between Zhou Han and Cheng Sizhou, he tried his best to learn the whole story of the case from the inside and then met with Cheng Sizhou again.
"The deceased has been identified." Zhou Han wrote a name in his notebook. "Wang Jian, do you know him?"
Cheng Sizhou hesitated for a moment, making sure he hadn't missed anyone he might have come into contact with: "I don't know him."
"Wang Jian is a truck driver, but he hasn't been on the road in the past two years."
"If the driver doesn't drive, how will he make a living? Does he have other sources of income?"
"He, gambling."
“…”
Zhou Han continued to draw on the blank space of the paper. Several houses represented Mutao Town, and the obtuse triangle behind them represented the rolling Longji Mountain. Based on the clues provided by the forest police and the search and rescue team, he divided the entrance to the mountain into four sections.
Section A connects to Mutao Town and has a highway; Section B is a narrow dirt road that can barely be used by cars; Section C is deep in the mountains and forests, and cars cannot go through, so it can only be walked; Section D and beyond have not been developed yet and belong to the virgin forest area, and even the most experienced forest rangers dare not enter rashly.
The truck suddenly overturned on the second half of Section B of the mountain road, and both the people and the truck fell off the cliff.
The dashcam recorded a sound of something slapping the car wall, perhaps the people in the car realized the danger and sent out a distress signal.
"The forensic doctor has confirmed that he died from a fall, but Mr. Jiang..." Zhou Han hesitated to speak.
"In addition to the brain injury, Master also has a deep bruise on his chest." Cheng Sizhou has been going to the hospital frequently recently and is very familiar with Jiang Yunli's injuries.
"When the search and rescue team found Mr. Jiang, they discovered that he had fastened himself to the hard wall of the car with an elastic rope, which prevented damage to his internal organs and helped him survive."
"You mean, my master took self-rescue measures after sensing the danger?"
"Yes. Elastic ropes are usually used to secure cargo. Mr. Jiang took it off and tied himself up."
"Porcelain is easily damaged during transportation. The elastic rope is used to secure the batch of porcelain..."
In the area marked Section B, Zhou Han drew a truck, wrote "Wang" in the cab and "Jiang" in the cargo box: "There are no guardrails on this section of mountain road. When the truck overturned, Wang Jian was in the cab and Jiang Lao was in the cargo box at the back."
Cheng Sizhou sat in an extremely tense posture, his brows furrowed. "Is it Master who's patting the car wall? Is he sounding a warning?"
"Longji Mountain has unstable geology, rugged mountain roads, and frequent rockfalls. Large trucks have a high center of gravity, so running over a rock could easily cause them to overturn. Mr. Jiang must have sensed the danger and tapped the car wall to alert the driver."
"In his early years, Master would go to Longji Mountain to look for a natural rubber tree. He was quite familiar with the geographical environment there. However, after the nature reserve was established, there were substitutes for natural rubber trees, so he stopped going there."
Zhou Han pondered for a moment. To him, the whole context of the matter was already very clear.
Jiang Yunli headed to Mutao Town and boarded a large truck loaded with porcelain. Wang Jian drove the truck into the mountains. About an hour later, they entered a rough, unfenced section of road. Jiang Yunli slapped the side of the truck to warn the driver of the danger. Instead of stopping, the driver sped up, causing the truck to sway and suddenly flip over, plummeting off a cliff.
"There is another suspicious point." Zhou Han looked at Cheng Sizhou.
"Do Master and Wang Jian know each other?" Cheng Sizhou also thought of it.
There are at least two details that prove they are unfamiliar.
First, if Jiang Yunli knew Wang Jian and they went into the mountains together, Jiang Yunli should have been sitting in the passenger seat, not in the cargo box; second, Jiang Yunli slapped the car wall to warn. If Wang Jian knew his identity, he would at least stop the car and ask about the situation instead of speeding up.
"After Wang Jian died, no one came to claim his body. Huaili police and Dengyuan police jointly investigated his social relations and found that he was the only one listed on his household registration," said Zhou Han.
"Don't you have a workplace?" Cheng Sizhou asked.
"No, he doesn't belong to any transport company. The most recent order was two years ago, transporting furniture for a moving company. We called the company to confirm, and they confirmed it happened. As for who the driver was, they have no recollection of it."
Cheng Sizhou pressed his solar plexus. Perhaps due to lack of sleep, he had been suffering from headaches lately. When he thought about something for a while, it felt like an iron chisel was constantly pricking his solar plexus. The pain made him feel nauseous, but the examination results showed that he had no physiological lesions.
"Wang Jian is deliberately hiding his identity, right?" He asked Zhou Han while trying hard to hold back.
"Yes, his history over the past two years is almost blank, but if we trace back further, we can find some clues." Zhou Han pulled out a photo that showed Wang Jian's basic information. "Take a look and see if you recognize this person. He might have changed his name."
The name Wang Jian was too common, and the search and rescue team couldn't find his ID card, so the police also spent some time investigating.
Finally, based on facial restoration of the body and intelligent portrait reading, this person was identified.
"Gambling, over 8 million in debt... He has a son...?" Cheng Sizhou read through the documents one by one, his impression of Wang Jian being a gambler who values money over his life. "Where's his son? They're divorced, and he lives with his mother?"
"I haven't found anything yet. I divorced seven years ago, and there are even fewer leads on my ex-wife and son."
"Brother Zhou, I don't think family is the main issue. For a gambler who hasn't been on the road for two years and then suddenly comes to Mutao Town to transport a batch of porcelain, it's probably because of money."
"There are indeed many gamblers who value money over life. However, if they are in it for the money, they will definitely cherish their life. If they have lost their life, what's the point of earning more money?"
For marginalized people like Wang Jian, who are in debt due to his gambling addiction, the most likely motivation driving him to take risks is money.
In other words, he will do things for whoever pays him, and the more life-threatening the task, the more money he will have.
But Wang Jian's motive cannot explain his master's motive. Wang Jian transported porcelain in order to make money, and he might not even know the origin of this batch of porcelain or whether it was valuable.
His master is different. Whether intentional or accidental, his appearance in the cargo box must be related to the porcelain itself.
After thinking for too long, Cheng Sizhou had to bend his fingers and press them against his forehead to relieve the increasingly intense pain.
"Are you okay?" Zhou Han found that he was not in good condition.
"It's okay," Cheng Sizhou took a deep breath and sat up straight. "Now, I want to know, who asked Wang Jian to transport the porcelain? Why did he transport the porcelain from Mutao Town to the deep mountains? Did Master chase the porcelain? What did he find?"
"Perhaps I shouldn't say this." Zhou Han closed his notebook, not wanting to put more pressure on him. "For the police, as long as the entire incident is complete, the investigation can come to an end. As far as I know, higher-ups are urging the police in both places to conclude the case as soon as possible. After all, Wang Jian's body can't be left lying around forever, and the police can't devote endless energy and time to this."
"What if the police don't plan to investigate?!" Cheng Sizhou yelled, suddenly feeling a splitting headache.
"It's not that I don't intend to investigate, it's that I can't continue." Zhou Han understood him and wanted to help him, otherwise he wouldn't have been paying attention to this matter that was not within his scope of responsibility. "Unless there are new clues."
"A new clue? That batch of...porcelain?"
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