Zhang Wei reminded Zhou Hao: "There is another one you forgot. The investor who was with us before also stayed in this hotel."

"Yes, this investor is right? I think your surname is Zheng. Why do you still live in a hotel with the crew?

I haven't heard of any investor filming with the crew."

Zhou Hao clapped his hands and said, "It's true that there is something wrong. Investors usually invest money in filming. At most, they should pay attention to the shooting progress. How can they get the money in the end?"

Why do you still be with the crew when filming? There is a problem! Sure enough, there is a problem!

When the investor Zheng Kang heard this, he hurriedly said, "Well, I do live here because I have a bit of a hobby and I like to play guest roles. I have made several guest appearances in this drama.

For example, the corrupt mayor and the pork seller before were all played by me.

So the director specially arranged a room for me, so that I could live in 808 when I came."

Zhou Hao nodded when he heard this. This explanation seemed to be more reasonable, and it would be easy to expose it if he lies: "808..."

Now it seems that everyone has no big problems, but Wu Bo feels a little strange, as if he has been pushing the suspicion to others, as if he wants to try his best to get rid of this matter.

"Zhang Wei, what are you thinking?" Guan Gu looked at Zhang Wei who had been thinking with his head down and asked strangely.

Zhang Wei shook his head and said nothing: "Nothing."

Guan Gu shook his head: "Didn't you say that this case should be suicide?

And you found that the screenwriter was taking drugs. I feel like today might be having fun and having hallucinations.”

It’s not surprising that it’s done anything if you take drugs too much. Some people stab themselves with a knife, but jumping off the building is a little bit too much, at least there will be no more pain in the future.

Zhang Wei thought for a while and said, "On the surface, there should be no problem, but it's a coincidence that you happened to be caught by you when you jumped off the building and died.

There are coincidences in this world, but every coincidence is questionable.”

"That is to say that there is indeed a problem with this case! Then there is only one truth!"

When Guan Gu heard this, he said excitedly, as if he felt that he had found some goal.

Zhang Wei looked at Guan Gu excited and couldn't help but complain: "I just said it is doubtful. There are many doubtful things in the world, such as your orientation is also doubtful."

Guan Gu was even more excited when he heard this, but he lowered his voice: "What! Zhang Wei, don't talk nonsense, okay? I am such an obvious diamond straight man! How could there be a problem with the orientation!"

It is estimated that few men are suspected of being in a position and will remain calm.

This already involves the dignity of men itself, okay?

"Aren't you a straight man in steel?"

"Diamonds are harder than steel, a little bit more accentuated. And why do you doubt my orientation? Where are I having problems? Where is it doubtful?!"

When Zhang Wei heard this, he couldn't help but complain: "Which man with a normal orientation would actually be a plumber wearing a solid vest?

In this regard, don’t you still have to doubt it?”

Guan Gu heard this and said, "What plumber? It's Mario! He's right behind me now, don't talk casually, okay? It's easy to hurt others' hearts!"

"Guan Gu, because most people are only children and are relatively lonely, everyone has fantasized about a friend, just like Ziqiao's Ozawa and Mufeng, which is normal. Men have a fantasy perfect female character in their hearts.

But you are such a fantasy object! The plumber who picks mushrooms really makes people wonder your orientation. I can even accept it if you fantasize about a magic card girl Sakura."

After Zhang Wei learned about this, he wanted to introduce a psychiatrist to Guan Gu. Most people had fantasized about having a friend, but everyone knew that this was just a fantasy.

After saying this, Zhang Wei said to Zhou Hao who was still asking: "Officer Zhou, I'll go to the bathroom first, is it okay?"

"Go, go." Zhou Hao nodded when he heard this, and asked him to go there quickly.

Zhang Wei nodded when he heard this, and then walked out of the hotel conference room.

However, he did not go to the bathroom, but instead walked around the front desk and secretly heard the chats of several front desk waiters.

At this time, several waiters at the front desk were indeed chatting, and what they said made Zhang Wei very interested.

"To be honest, I want to change jobs... I just committed suicide last month, and now I die another one. I feel that there is something wrong with the feng shui of this building."

Another waiter sharpened his nails with a nail knife and said indifferently: "What kind of Feng Shui is not Feng Shui? You are called feudal superstition.

Is it normal for people to die? When I was in elementary school, the teacher told us that people are dead every second in the world. Is there still a problem with the Feng Shui of the Earth?"

Another waiter shook his head: "That's right, but it always feels a bit unlucky where people have died, especially the hospital. Don't you feel that the hospital has always been depressed?"

"Hello, you just said that someone committed suicide in this hotel last month? What's going on?" Zhang Wei smiled and came over and asked.

The waiter looked at Zhang Wei who was approaching. He didn't want to say anything at all, then looked up and down strangely, then suddenly shouted: "Foerkang!"

Zhang Wei pursed his lips when he heard this, then shook his hair with his hand, and said with a smile: "That's right, it's me! The eldest son of Grand Secretary Fulun, the emperor's imperial guard."

The waiter asked in some gossip: "You are here to film? There seems to be no new crew coming in recently. By the way, Ziwei's eyes, what happened later?"

"How about Ziwei's eyes? You can't watch TV series? The new version of Huanzhu has been broadcast long ago." Another waiter said a little unhappy when he heard this, and then turned to gossip and asked Zhang Wei.

"I heard that you seem to be in love with that little swallow. Is it true or not? What does it feel like to cuckold your boss's son?"

Zhang Wei smiled when he heard this: "It's all just scandals. By the way, what did you think someone committed suicide last month?"

When the waiter heard this, he said to Zhang Wei in a mysterious way: "You are also from the entertainment industry, don't you know?

Yes, most of you celebrities seem to care about each other, and the hot searches for this matter have been removed, so it is normal for you not to know."

"oh?"
Chapter completed!