After seeing Qu Jie's performance in the surveillance, Jian Jing became suspicious of Shao Mai's experience. When

she appeared, she was naked, wrapped only in a bath towel, and it seemed that she didn't have time to put on clothes (or her clothes were completely unwearable), which seemed to be fine.

But in the surveillance, Qu Jie and she were both very drunk. According to Jian Jing's personal experience, after being drunk, people just want to lie in bed and sleep well, and don't want to do anything inappropriate for children.

Moreover, the knowledge of forensic medicine also told her that excessive alcohol intake not only cannot help, but also inhibits this function.

Qu Jie and Shao Mai were so drunk, and they still wanted to applaud after returning to the room? It was more touching than being disabled but strong-willed.

So at first, she suspected that Shao Mai was lying.

But the subsequent conversation dispelled her doubts. There were some residual marks on Shaomai's body, and the five senses card also indirectly confirmed that she had had sexual behavior.

Her words and deeds were very naive. She was at most a freshman in college. Even if her family conditions were not rich, they were well-off. Her protection of Qu Jie was from the bottom of her heart.

She did not lie, so what was the problem?

Back to the previous doubts, why did the murderer choose to kill without scruples when the lights were on in the room and there were strangers?

Either he placed the drug, or he saw it with his own eyes.

The producer's suspicion immediately soared to the highest level.

"You have two choices. First," Jian Jing raised her index finger, "tell the truth. Second, I'll call the police and you tell them. Choose one."

The producer was still unwilling, but for some reason, a bit of caution appeared in his eyes, and he didn't refute immediately.

Jian Jing didn't give him a chance to hesitate: "I'll count to three," she said, pressing the keyboard, the number "1" flashed, and a crisp "beep" sounded.

"2."

Another "beep--"

"You don't have to threaten me." The producer spoke with a disdainful look, "So what? She came back with us voluntarily and didn't resist. Even if she sued me, can she win?"

Jian Jing stared at him and immediately judged that he was not lying.

In an instant, four words popped into his mind: confident and fearless.

No, maybe it was - I got used to it.

"What about murder?" she asked.

"I didn't kill him." The producer denied, "Why would I kill him? Do you think he doesn't know about this?" He said in a delicate tone: "Why do you think he can go around and make trouble, and there are a group of bosses willing to support him?"

Jian Jing was stunned and almost doubted her ears.

"Many things do not need to be explained clearly, everyone knows it tacitly." The producer was desperate and spoke frankly, "I didn't lie to you. He felt good when he scolded me, but he regretted it later. His boss also has a share in the investment this time, and he will not have a good result if it messes up."

At this moment, the Dingli card played a crucial role, allowing her to calmly ask: "Then what?"

"He wanted me and Lao Li to plead for mercy - Lao Li is very superstitious, and the words of that master have already made him very shaken, and with what happened later, he might really chase him away - the director still has some weight. But like I said, society is about personal relationships and interests, why should I help? He has to show his appreciation."

The producer spoke nonsense.

Jian Jing still couldn't believe it: "What do you think of people?"

He said impatiently: "How naive are you? There is no such thing in your circle of writers? For no reason, Qu Jie is a big star, why is he with her? Are there not enough beautiful women in the entertainment industry? I am not short of these one or two women, but these are the rules. Do you understand the rules? This is an adult society. If you don't follow the rules, who will take you to play?

"Will the boss be short of women? No. But Qu Jie understands the rules. He knows that he is not the one who makes the most money. If he wants more opportunities, he has to show it. The identity of a star has an advantage over other people. Young girls are willing to follow him.

"That's his ability. If he can make the bosses happy, won't his career advance? I'm not as greedy as you think, but it's like the ancient literati who had to go to brothels to discuss something. If they didn't go, they would be considered unsociable. I'm just following the rules."

Jian Jing took a deep breath.

"You made a 'deal'?" she asked sarcastically, "Then what? Why did he die?"

The producer said, "I didn't kill him. Why would I kill him? I went back after the job was done. He was fine when I left."

"Is he sober?"

"He was drunk as a bastard," said the producer. "I called him a few times, but he didn't respond, so I went back by myself."

"Were the doors and windows locked?"

He recalled, "I don't remember the windows, but I closed the door when I went out. Anyway, I didn't lock it."

"Even though you said that, you are still the number one suspect right now." Jian Jing threatened expressionlessly, "If you can't provide more clues..."

The suspect is most active when he bites others. Although the producer said that he was not afraid of prosecution, he actually couldn't hope to spend some time in the detention center.

He thought for a while and said, "Have you asked Beihan?"

"Does she have a motive?"

"Qu Jie and I revealed it." The producer smiled, "Something she has fallen into his hands, most likely a photo."

The conversation with the producer lasted no more than fifteen minutes, but Jian Jing suffered from Chernobyl-level mental pollution.

She couldn't catch her breath, so she simply stopped the investigation temporarily and went to the street to buy iced milk tea.

"Jingjing." Jiang Baiyan followed her in a duckbill cap, "I'll go too."

Jian Jing was angry for no reason and glared at him.

"Don't look at me like that." Jiang Baiyan said, "I'm innocent."

Jian Jing: "You really don't know what they are doing?"

"I've heard about it, but no one has explained it to me clearly." He confessed honestly, "I'm just guessing. There is no evidence, and I can't just say anything."

Jian Jing asked him: "What is going on? Is Qu Jie an exception, or..."

Jiang Baiyan ordered two cups of milk tea, pulled her to the alley, and whispered: "Jingjing, calm down. If everyone is like this, why do we want to get rid of Qu Jie?"

She was stunned, as if waking up from a dream, and patted her forehead: "I'm so angry."

The producer was too righteous, as if this was the tacit rule, and she was the only one in the world who didn't know about it, which made her suspicious and her mind was not clear.

Jiang Baiyan said seriously: "Jingjing, my circle is chaotic, there are many people without bottom line, but there are also many people with bottom line. There are definitely power-for-sex transactions, but I dare say that no one with a conscience would do what Qu Jie did."

In the entertainment circle and the world of fame and fortune, there are many people who jump on the edge of the law. The vast majority of people just evade taxes, use a little power to embezzle some expenses, and hook up with some men and women, but not everyone is so bottom-line-less.

It's still the same sentence, since there is no shortage of money, there will always be no shortage of people willing to trade. However, they have to use such despicable means, which normal people look down on.

"Are there many people like this?" Jian Jing thought thoughtfully.

Jiang Baiyan opened his mouth, and under her sharp gaze, he struggled to avoid the blame: "You... go ask Mr. Kang?"

Jian Jing: "?"

"I'm just a small actor, in the middle and lower levels of the food chain." He said miserably, "The big boss is at the top of the food chain, and the people below are racking their brains to serve them."

Jian Jing rolled her eyes at him: "How could he know such a thing?"

"You are too obviously biased." Jiang Baiyan pretended to be hurt and was about to cry, "You can force me to ask, but not him."

She ignored him and said: "Milk tea is ready."

Jiang Baiyan had to shut up, took the milk tea, squatted on the street with her to drink milk tea, and petted stray cats by the way.

Milk tea brought the pleasure of sugar and calories, and the stray cats passing by squatted on her shoes, exposing their bellies and "meowing" to touch her.

The sun was very bright, but Jian Jing's mood had slowly calmed down.

There were always malicious people, and the case had to be investigated further.

She touched the cat's soft belly and asked, "Have you found out about Qu Jie's girlfriend?"

"Yes." Jiang Baiyan told her a name.

Jian Jing opened the WeChat interface, hesitated, skipped Ji Feng's name, and directly clicked into a group.

——Sisters

solving cases:

Jian Jing has submitted her manuscript: Are you busy?

Liang Yi wants to solve a case: Squatting

Yanan is working overtime: The trial just ended, is there anything?

Jian Jing has submitted her manuscript: I encountered a case and would like to ask you for help

Liang Yi wants to solve a case: Tell me quickly!

Yanan is working overtime: Public prosecution or private prosecution?

Jian Jing explained it this way and that.

Liang Yi wants to solve the case: I can ask for you, but this is not the TAT in my jurisdiction.

Yanan is working overtime: Rape is a public prosecution case, we will talk about it in

detail later. Jian Jing has submitted her manuscript: OK

-

After drinking milk tea, she continued to work.

The producer hinted that Miss Bei was very suspicious. However, Jian Jing observed her hands. To be honest, they were not good-looking. Her skin was very white, but her fingers were naturally round and of average length, which did not meet the conditions of "slender hands".

Because of this, her palm and handprint did not match. But from her previous performance, she must have concealed something.

"I found this in Qu Jie's room." The second time she came to inquire, Jian Jing was more direct. Without waiting for Miss Bei to speak, she directly showed the USB flash drive in her hand.

Miss Bei swallowed the words that were about to come to her lips.

As the advanced observation card continued to work, Jian Jing saw two completely different emotions on her face: "alert suspicion" and "nervous panic".

"Actually, I'm not sure if this is what you want." She said deliberately, "Why don't we take a look together?"

A struggle flashed in Miss Bei's eyes.

Jian Jing felt a little reluctant and took the initiative to say, "I'm not interested in your privacy, Ms. Bei. What I want to know is the truth of the murder."

Miss Bei: "I didn't kill him."

"You went to his room." Jian Jing said firmly, "and took something away. He has been threatening you with that, right?"

Miss Bei bit her lip and remained silent for a while.

"I understand your concern. You are afraid of becoming a suspect." She said, "But now it's me, not the police, who is investigating the case. You won't have too much trouble - provided you are honest enough with me."

Ms. Bei said, "What do you want to know?"

Jian Jing: "When did you go to the deceased's room?"

She said, "Ten thirty."

Expected. Jian Jing asked, "How did you get in? What was the situation in the room?"

"The window of the room was open, and I saw that no one had come back, so I decided to go in and take a look on a whim." Miss Bei said concisely, "I found something in the safe in the closet, and then I came back."

"What o'clock?"

She recalled, "Before 11 o'clock."

"These are photos of the crime scene." Jian Jing deliberately selected a few photos that did not show the corpse, "Is it different from when you went in?"

Miss Bei suppressed her disgust, glanced a few times, shook her head and said, "I can't see it, his room is too messy."

Jian Jing nodded, without forcing it, and asked, "As far as you know, who else wants Qu Jie to die besides you?"

"I don't know." Miss Bei subconsciously denied it.

Jian Jing smiled and waved the USB flash drive in her hand at her.

Miss Bei took a deep breath, gave in a little, and said in a relaxed tone: "I'm not sure..."

"It doesn't matter, we're just chatting casually." Jian Jing threw out a universal response.

She then spoke hesitantly: "A few days ago, the production staff seemed to have entered Qu Jie's room."

The production staff had to arrange various things for the crew, and it was as normal for him to go to Qu Jie's room as to go back to his own room.

Jian Jing asked: "Why do you care so much?"

"He looks sneaky, as if he doesn't want to be discovered." Miss Bei answered softly.

"When did it happen?"

"The day before yesterday."

Jian Jing thought: "Do you know the reason?"

She shook her head and stretched out her hand: "I've told you everything I know, can you give it to me?"

"No." Jian Jing withdrew her hand.

Lady Bei glared at him: "You went back on your word?"

"I never promised to give it to you." She said, "This is my draft."