Half past 8:30.

With the joint efforts of criminal police, auxiliary police, armed police, bodyguards, and venue security guards, the scene finally restored order. It must be admitted that the curiosity and cunning of a reporter can surpass 100 onlookers. There were about 100 reporters at the scene, which was equivalent to tens of thousands of onlookers. The pressure of the police can be imagined.

In the bathroom.

Gu Ying pity the 2nd male Zhong Xiulin fell on the ground in front of the bathroom with her back.

There were more than a dozen small wounds on his back, and blood flowed out along the wound, soaking his white shirt.

There is also a wound on the left temple. The wound is not big, but it is quite deep, and it looks like it is a fatal injury.

"Control the scene and never let anyone go! In addition, find out all the people who have entered the bathroom, and I will ask one by one." Wu Cuo said to a criminal policeman.

"No need to look for it, Wei Changlin is the murderer." Yan Ruyu slapped the bathroom in annoyance, "Just catch this guy early!"

"You have been following him from the beginning, why?" Wu Cuo said.

"On the phone call, Yang Xiaoye's mother said: He is very nice to me. He, not them, means there is only one kidnapper.

If only one person has to come to the press conference, he must first lock the kidnapped person in a secret place. This is not safe enough. He also needs to monitor the kidnapped person in real time. If he wants to monitor a person in real time, mobile video is the most convenient tool."

"But he doesn't need to kill Zhong Xiulin!"

"Maybe he has no plan to kill Zhong Xiulin, but he just made a temporary decision for some reason. I am sure the murderer was him, because there is one of the most critical evidence that is Wei Changlin's hand."

"hand?"

"When he returned to the venue, he bought a bottle of iced water. If I read it correctly, it was a bottle of iced water. Because there was a layer of small water droplets outside the mineral water bottle. Who would drink iced water in the middle of winter? At that time, I just thought this person was a little strange, but now I understand his purpose, and he wanted to hide the wound on his hands!"

"You mean, when he killed Zhong Xiulin, he injured his hand?"

Wu Cuo immediately looked at the blood on the ground carefully. He took several blood samples and said to the criminal police beside him: "Hurry and send it back to the hall and ask Section Chief Xu to test this first to see if these are blood samples from one person or two people."

After explaining, he went to observe the deceased's nails and wounds on his body.

"The wound is flat, very narrow, very narrow, this is"

"Does it look like the Swiss knife that can be carried with you?" Yan Ruyu said, "That kind of knife is probably only so wide. The steel on the blade is hard and sharp, so sharp that it can penetrate a person's temple.

But as a murderous weapon, the disadvantage is that there is no handguard. If you use a Swiss knife to stab the temple with some hardness, the murderer will easily scratch his hand, and Wei Changlin is certainly not spared.

After killing the person, he rinsed the wound on his hands with water, but he found it difficult to stop the bleeding completely, and he could not cover the paper or put on a band-aid, which was too obvious.

Fortunately, the bathroom was next to the gate of the venue, and as soon as he left the gate, there was a small shop, so he bought a bottle of ice water, rinsed the wound with ice water, and then continued to apply ice to effectively stop the bleeding."

"I'll catch him and interrogate him!"

Wu Cuo jumped a few steps in the gap between blood, looking very funny. When he arrived at the door, he took off his shoe covers, gloves, and masks a few times, and whispered to the two detectives guarding the door of the bathroom. The three of them walked into the venue together.

In order to avoid causing a commotion, Wei Changlin was politely invited to a nearby police car.

The police car naturally became a temporary interrogation room.

Wei Changlin was silent for a while, and after smoking a cigarette, he finally spoke.

"The investment is coming soon, my movie is about to start shooting, but my mom"

It was another long silence. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth hard, and his cheeks bulged. It could be seen that he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

"Because of Gu Ying's self-pitying negative reviews, I was called the worst director of the year. Countless film critics online sarcastically mocked me in different ways, saying that they should award me the Lifetime Achievement Award, because everyone hopes that this is my last work, and what else do I have to do if I have time to make a movie, what's wrong with it?

I don't care about this because I know how this TV series was filmed, so I just thought that as long as I shoot a good work, I can always prove myself.

But just as I was raising money for the movie, my mother suddenly fell ill. She was originally in a bad heart. She saw the curse at me online. It was too late when she was found out when she was not up. My mother was lying in the intensive care unit for three days. I even knelt down and begged the doctor to save her, but in the end she still

My mother left with regret. She believed me so much and wanted to see me make a good movie, but in the end I still disappointed her."

Wei Changlin's tears burst out from his eyes. He grabbed his hair frantically, and even passed the criminal police beside him and hit the glass of the car. Wu Cuo and a criminal policeman pressed him tightly, one left and one right, until he had no strength to struggle, and only tears were left.

A blood flowed out of Wei Changlin's forehead. Wu Cuo asked nervously: "Has the sudden trial been taken just now?"

A detective in the front passenger seat held up his cell phone and said, "Don't worry, you can take a picture clearly."

After arresting the suspect, the police must take a full video, from escort to interrogation, and cannot miss it at all. This is a rigid rule. On the one hand, the police can avoid torture and force confessions, and on the other hand, the suspect can also avoid the possibility of the suspect falsely accusing the police of torture and force confessions.

The reason why Wu Cuo is so nervous is that he is afraid that the wound on the suspect's forehead will be mistaken for evidence of torture.

Upon learning that the whole video was recorded, Wu Cuo felt relieved and asked Wei Changlin: "You lost your mother, did you capture Yang Xiaoye's mother in revenge? And killed Zhong Xiulin?"

"I originally wanted to teach Yang Xiaoye a lesson, but who knew that Zhong Xiulin actually heard that I was going to get an investment. He quietly followed me to the bathroom, but fortunately, he saw that the video on my phone was taken in the video, but Yang Xiaoye's mother!

He threatened me and asked me to give him the role of No. 1 male, and asked me to modify the script according to his requirements after filming.

I had no good feelings for these unacted actors, and at that time I just thought he deserved to die.

Yes! Damn it! All those who ruin other people's hard work like this deserve to die! I must not leave this threat, so

So when he turned around arrogantly and was about to leave the bathroom, I opened the Swiss army knife on the keychain and stabbed him hard in the back a few times.

He turned around, reached out to grab me, and opened his mouth, feeling that he was about to shout. I remembered that I had seen it in a book before, as long as I looked up at a person's temple, even if I couldn't die, I would become dizzy and couldn't shout it out at all. I stabbed him in his temple, and he died."

Wu Cuo looked at Wei Changlin's hand and said, "Your hand was also injured, right?"

Wei Changlin raised his hand and answered. Wu Cuo saw that there was indeed a very deep wound on his right index finger.

The reason for the ice has been applied, the wound is a little white. It is close to the color of the skin. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t tell it.

"Where is Yang Xiaoye's mother?"

Wei Changlin suddenly grinned, "I won't tell you, but I'll tell you a secret: the gas is on where people are closed, and Yang Xiaoye may not be able to last long."

Wu Cuo's heart skipped a beat.

Gas poisoning can not only cause death, but if it is treated late, it will cause certain damage to the brain even if it is rescued. In mild cases, headaches and dizziness, and in severe cases, dementia.

Calculate the time, Wei Changlin has been out of his house for at least three hours. If he doesn't save people, he will probably leave a lifetime of regret.

Wu Cuo grabbed Wei Changlin's collar and said irritably: "Where is the person?!"

"You kill me, I can't survive anyway."

Wu Cuo suddenly let go, took a deep breath, trying to make himself appear friendly and sincere. He looked into Wei Changlin's eyes and said, "You did kill Zhong Xiulin, but that was a passionate murder, not a murder. If you have the chance to be sentenced to death, you may even be sentenced to life imprisonment because the other party is at fault.

To Yang Xiaoye's mother, you only committed the crime of kidnapping, not murder.

As long as you tell us where she is and let us rescue her, this is a timely remedy and can be given a lenient sentence in sentencing.

Trust me, tell me where she is, you won't be sentenced to death."

"Thank you for calculating for me," Wei Changlin leaned dejectedly on the back of the chair. "It means nothing to me that I will finish my life. I will never be able to make a work in this life, and it will be over."

"Where is she? Where did you hide her?" Wu Cuo asked anxiously, but Wei Changlin just kept his own words and ignored him at all.

This is not a solution. Wu Cuo dared not force Wei Changlin to ask him again, for fear that he would have some mental problems and would be too cowardly if he was relieved of the crime.

Where is it? Where is this?

Wu Cuo felt that his brain had never been running so quickly.

Suddenly, he felt a flash of inspiration and seemed to have caught a very important clue.

"Your mother didn't live with you before she died, did you?"

Wei Changlin suddenly looked up and his eyes were wide open.

"Not impossible! You can't know!"

His subconscious reaction had exposed everything.

A criminal policeman immediately got out of the car and went to check the address of Wei Changlin's mother before her death.

Wu Cuo got off the car and said, "To kidnap your enemy's mother, your mother's residence during her lifetime is of course the most suitable place. You probably want to use this to comfort your mother's spirit in heaven."

"My mother will definitely see her."

"She will be disappointed because in her impression, her son is a person who loves movies and wants to make a good movie, and is definitely not a murderer!"

Wei Changlin lowered his head pale.

Half an hour later, Yang Xiaoye's mother was rescued from the house by the local police station police. After being sent to the hospital, she had a preliminary examination and was not seriously injured.

The press conference continued, but this time it was quite meaningful of a commendation meeting.

The criminals were brought to justice and their mother was rescued by Ping An. Yang Xiaoye shed tears of excitement. He was grateful to the police who participated in the case investigation, thanked his friends for their encouragement and support, including these "friends" who had holidays on the scene, thanked the country and thanked the party. In short, the atmosphere was very harmonious and loving.

He even invited Wu Cuo to the stage and said a few words.

Wu Chou can't remember what he said, but I only remembered a quick look but found that there were a few people in the audience who looked disappointed. It seemed that Yang Xiaoye's mother was saved was not the result they wanted to see.

Perhaps, the ending of Yang Xiaoye's family being destroyed can satisfy them. In this way, when they performed a full performance with sadness and sympathy on their faces and walked out of the venue, they might put down their disguise and have a carnival all night.

When the spotlight went out, the people in the venue hurriedly dispersed, and Wu Cuo found that Yan Ruyu was still sitting in a corner of the last row.

"Didn't play games?"

"Look at these people, they will not make bad movies by putting half of their acting skills today into their work."

The two of them answered the question irrelevantly, but they were tacit.

"Go and eat skewers, you treat me."
Chapter completed!