King Crazy Game

At midnight, the music and laughter from the entertainment clubs mixed into a melody of decadence and extravagance, and even those passing by the door would be affected. The designated driver stood beside the car, waiting for the guests who had to be picked up once a week.

According to the usual practice, I have already received it once this week, so I shouldn't receive it again. But who would miss the opportunity to make a lot of money? The driver didn't think much about it. When the customer came out, he immediately went over to receive "God".

Today's "God" was not drunk as usual, and he didn't even smell of alcohol. He had a slender body and a gentle and deep face, like a delicate ink painting, with both oriental charm and modern simplicity. This was also the first time he could clearly see the guest's appearance and temperament.

The designated driver didn't dare to ask too much why he was called over even though he wasn't drinking, and he silently helped open the car door.

"This is the last time, please pick me up." The guest's voice was as gentle as jade.

The designated driver panicked when he heard this. He didn't do anything, so why was he fired for no reason? He looked at the customer who was resting with his eyes closed in the rearview mirror, opened his mouth but didn't say a word, and nodded silently.

The guest seemed to understand his doubts and added: "I am going to die. If you stay with me for a long time, you will die too."

In feudal superstition, people who solicit customers never solicit dying or dead people, as it will attract bad things.

An embarrassed look appeared on the driver's dry face. He said "hmm" softly and took the guests to Hotel C as usual.

On the way back, the designated driver received ten times the usual tip. He was very happy and silently wished the guest a long life.

The next morning, just as Li Yize arrived at work, a black Rolls-Royce parked steadily in front of the police station. He immediately realized that things were going in an unexpected direction again. He was about to take out his cell phone to call Lin Zicheng when a calm voice stopped him and said, "Mr. Policeman, do you want to call Zicheng?"

Li Yize looked in the direction of the luxury car and saw a handsome man and a beautiful woman coming out of the car. The girl had red eyes, as if she had just cried, and the man stood beside her considerately, like a partner.

The driver's door opened, and he dropped his long legs to the ground, put his left hand in his pocket, and waved to him with his right hand. Li Yize looked at him in confusion, wondering what this madman had brought to him.

"Mr. Policeman, don't get me wrong. I'm just accompanying a friend to report a crime."

Hearing this, he pointed to the girl next to him: "Fang Nanjin, the sister of Fang Shanchi, the general manager of C Hotel, and next to her is her fiancé, Zhang Guan."

Li Yize frowned. He received a surveillance video yesterday, which was the road where the courier dumped his body. The video clearly showed that the body was dumped on the road by a luxury car. They started with the car and found that the owner was Fang Shanchi, the general manager of C Hotel. They also retrieved the video of C Hotel and saw that the courier did handle courier business at C Hotel before his death, which caused a conflict with Fang Shanchi.

When Fang Shanchi was interrogated, he claimed that he had only beaten the courier and had not killed anyone, but he could not provide an alibi. As for the car, he parked it in the private parking space underground at the hotel and had no idea when the car was driven away.

Li Wei, the police station in charge of the case, believed that Fang Shanchi was quibbling and that he was definitely the one who committed the crime.

The case is at a stalemate again...

Fang Nanjin was about to speak when Zhang Guan beside her reached out and held her, then stepped forward and handed over his business card: "Hello, police officer. My name is Zhang Guan, and I'm a professor at C University."

Li Yize took it and glanced at the associate professor of psychology at C University. His eyes swept over Zhang Guan, who seemed to be trying to curry favor with others, and found that he had a natural arrogance and indifference between his eyebrows.

Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "Mr. Policeman, Fang Nanjin has something to say to you."

Li Yize glanced at the timid girls beside him, nodded, and took them to the reception room.

Fang Nanjin sat stiffly on the stool, and Zhang Guan sat upright. Only when he heard the words did he lean lazily against the back of the chair, drinking the reception tea in a disposable paper cup as if he was enjoying afternoon tea.

"Fang Nanjin," Li Yize stared at Fang Nanjin and said in a stern voice, "Your brother's case is now a done deal. If you don't have any other important information, then your brother is the murderer."

Fang Nanjin was frightened by his words and trembled, tightly grasping the corner of Zhang Guan's clothes. Zhang Guan touched her head somewhat indifferently as a comfort.

"Mr. Policeman, don't be so serious. We are here to shed some light on the case."

After hearing this, he gently said to Fang Nanjin: "It's okay, as long as you tell us what you know, Officer Li will take care of your brother."

Perhaps it was the words that worked, or perhaps it was to save his brother, Fang Nanjin kept rubbing his fingers and nodded nervously: "After the courier left the hotel, he bumped into me on the road. He pulled me to ask how to get to the Jinhuandai Entertainment Club. His face was very fierce at the time, and I was scared so I said I didn't know. Then my brother happened to come out to pick me up and saw him. I thought he was going to hit me because of the quarrel just now, so the two of us started fighting."

Li Yize asked: "Are you sure he is asking about the Jinhuantai Entertainment Club?"

Fang Nanjin nodded vigorously: "The most famous entertainment club in our city is Jinhuandai. I won't hear it wrong."

Li Yize frowned and said, "You are now a family member of the suspect. If you don't have solid evidence, your words will not be credible at all."

Fang Nanjin lowered her head and rubbed her fingers. Zhang Guan reached out and hugged her shoulders tightly, saying in a cold voice: "Nanjin, think about whether you have missed anything. The police can't just rely on your verbal description."

Hearing this, he picked up the tea, took a sip, and said to Li Yize in an ambiguous tone: "Mr. Police, although there is no definite evidence, if we go to the Jinhuantai Entertainment Club, we may find other new discoveries. Fang Shanchi is also an old employee of Hotel C, and I can't bear to see him being wrongly accused. If you need any help, you can come to me."

Li Yize looked at him and immediately thought of Lin Zicheng, who was very cunning. Whenever he had a purpose, he would always go around in circles to get him to do something. When he thought of this, Li Yize suddenly felt that Wen Yan had sent someone here specially today, probably not just to be Wen Lei Feng, but there must be other purposes.

When they finished taking the statements and were leaving, Wen Yan suddenly stopped and whispered in Li Yize's ear: "If Fang Shanchi really killed someone, I would not send Fang Nanjin here today, but another fake murderer. Mr. Policeman, don't forget that money can buy life."

Li Yize was stunned and watched them leave with a stern look.

After sending Fang Nanjin and the others back, he drove to the door of the hotel where Lin Zicheng was staying. He opened the car window, looked at the tall building for a while, then slowly stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, and then retracted it.

"My king, may you be in a good mood."

Lin Zicheng stood by the window, watching the car leaving after hearing this, and smiled playfully.

At this time, Shen Qingning had just returned from outside. When he opened the door, he saw Lin Zicheng staring out the window. He walked over curiously and looked outside: "What are you looking at?"

Lin Zicheng smiled and replied: "Secret."

Shen Qingning was stunned. Before she could try to persuade him, Lin Zicheng hit her back: "Someone has set up a dog-eat-dog game for Gu Jinan and Wen Yan."

"Ah? Is there any major news about that corpse again?"

"Li Yize called me just now and told me that Wen Yan took the suspect Fang Shanchi's sister to take a statement and provided an important piece of information. The courier went to the Jinhuandai Entertainment Club before he died. Fang Shanchi is the general manager of Hotel C, so he is naturally Wen Yan's man. The Jinhuandai Entertainment Club is Jiang Quanyang's store, and there are countless tricks in it."

Lin Zicheng looked at Shen Qingning meaningfully: "I heard that Liang Xijin has been very successful recently. It seems that he has obtained some important information."

Shen Qingning smiled lightly: "Maybe the Liang family is starting to have good luck."

Lin Zicheng smiled but said nothing. He stuck close to his body, walked around him, and seemed to be deliberately measuring Shen Qingning's body size.

The air-conditioning temperature in the room was just right, but Shen Qingning felt a little hot and a thin layer of sweat broke out all over his body. He turned around to look at Lin Zicheng and found that this person was just holding a cup of tea and handing it to him.

Lin Zicheng raised his chin slightly: "Herbal tea can reduce internal heat."

"Zicheng, do you think you are very humorous?" Shen Qingning sighed and shrugged helplessly.

“Hey…” Seeing that he didn’t take the tea, Lin Zicheng took it back and took a sip: “It’s so hard to be a good person. I saw you blushing and thought you were hot, so I gave you tea.”

When Shen Qingning heard this, he immediately reached out to grab the cup of tea. Lin Zicheng hid the cup behind him, and Shen Qingning fell heavily on him.

Awkward and sweet scene...

Shen Qingning believed that she had long passed the throbbing of youthful ambiguity and had tried all the dandy boys' teasing methods. But just leaning on Lin Zicheng like this, his face suddenly became interesting, all the blood in his body gathered on his face, and then he wanted to bang his head on the ground.

He actually blushed and his heart beat fast, as if he had accidentally bumped into the person he secretly loved. His feelings were self-evident.

"Qingning?" Lin Zicheng used his remaining hand to gently pat the shoulder of Shen Qingning, who was lying motionless on his body.

"We can't let go of the tofu we have got."

Shen Qingning hugged Lin Zicheng tightly with both hands to prevent him from seeing her blushing face.

Lin Zicheng said slowly: "Hug me, one hundred million after another."

Shen Qingning: “…”