Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The rain finally stopped.

Perhaps it's just a temporary halt.

A long-awaited ray of light pierced through the thick, leaden-gray clouds.

—Then, the light of day suddenly broke through.

Jiang Wenqing was greeted by medical staff, police officers, and the program crew who had rushed over after receiving word of the passage.

The police officers taking photos as evidence were very serious.

Jiang Wenqing had a dry towel draped over his head, was sneezing incessantly, and was shivering from the cold.

Kind medical staff draped a warm blanket over him so he could wrap himself in it to keep warm.

Jiang Wenqing's complexion was not good; she looked haggard and nervous. Her silver hair, no longer styled, hung down wetly and messily over her face, which was pale.

The two children had a fever, but were still conscious. They looked timidly at the people who suddenly flooded into the venue, hiding behind Jiang Wenqing and unwilling to leave him.

Yin Su was carefully lifted onto a stretcher by the paramedics. Because the situation here was so unusual, the police and the program crew had told the paramedics not to disclose the details of the case. So, even though Yin Su was recognized by a few nurses, they were only slightly surprised.

As for being talkative? Well, you really can't just say things carelessly.

Qu Long walked over.

"Are you alright?" He looked somewhat worried. "You should go to the hospital with Teacher Yin Su later to get a check-up. Once everything is fine, we'll go to the police station to make a statement."

The elderly policeman Li Jinping, who was standing nearby, also came over, holding a notebook and pen, seemingly taking notes. He said a few words to Jiang Wenqing and the other man.

Jiang Wenqing nodded, but his expression was still not very good.

"Okay..." He forced a stiff smile. "I will definitely cooperate fully with the police."

Li Jinping nodded and asked his colleague to check the Santana and the traces at the scene.

Wen Yuan and Zhao Yang stood to one side, neither of them getting a chance to speak to Jiang Wenqing.

Jiang Wenqing had a slight cold and scraped his knee from a fall, but otherwise he was fine.

Yin Su also woke up before noon.

Qu Long and Dong Shuchen both breathed a sigh of relief. They were sitting in Yin Su and Jiang Wenqing's hospital room, and they were almost unable to withstand the cold air emanating from He Jinlan and his men who had just arrived, not to mention that the police were waiting outside the door.

At the same time, Jiang Wenqing breathed a sigh of relief, as he was eager to know where Bo Bing had gone.

The police told them not to communicate and to wait until they arrived at the police station to give their statements.

After the medical staff confirmed that everything was in order, the group arrived at the police station.

Yin Su's complexion was not good; he looked somewhat sickly, yet his handsome features were undeniable. Just sitting on the hospital bed drew frequent glances from the nurses, and now even the police officers beside him couldn't help but scrutinize him.

My thoughts are completely confused.

"Thank you."

The young man was somewhat flattered and quickly smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Yin Su rubbed his temples and took a sip of the warm water he had just poured. He Jinlan was standing behind his seat.

Seeing that he was thinking, Li Jinping took out his meeting minutes notebook, opened the pen cap, and found that the person next to him was Zhang You, a police officer from the city, and the phone call made by Jiang Wenqing had also reached him.

"Name?"

“Yin Su”.

"age?"

"28."

After recording the basic information, Zhang You asked a question.

"Tell me about what happened back then. You were one of the people involved," Zhang You said, frowning as he knew the other party was powerful. "Three dead, one slightly injured, one in critical condition—what were you doing at the time?"

As expected, Bo Bing didn't hold back.

madman.

His godfather... was a completely insane man who was easily driven to madness.

He knew Feng Tianhan was very strong, but he had never seen him and knew nothing about his true strength.

There have been many minor skirmishes and numerous competitions with rules. Even before Feng Tianhan became successful, during the days when he was struggling to make ends meet, there were countless instances of people picking fights with him, fighting over fuel on the street, and being sacked and stabbed by competitors.

He wasn't unfamiliar with the other side fighting.

However, a single kick to the head—that terrifying power... is something I've never seen up close before.

Memories from too long ago.

After climbing up, the arrogant yet self-deprecating Feng Tianhan's impoverished and shameful past, which he had been eager to bury, was now being unearthed again in Yin Su's memory, as if because of that ruthlessness and madness.

The familiar impression felt like it had come back to life.

—That is indeed the case.

Yin Su refused to believe that the guy who had returned had disappeared again, even though he knew the chances were slim.

"I was in the car at the time."

"In the car?" Zhang You pointed to his notebook. "Tell me more details."

So Yin Su briefly explained the situation to him.

"You mean, these people were seriously injured by someone else? And that the other person was armed?"

"Correct."

"Are you sure no one else was involved in the fight? Those guys aren't someone an ordinary person could beat," Zhang You scratched his head, becoming serious. "Where are they?"

"I do not know."

The last time you saw him was...

He Jinlan also narrowed her eyes almost imperceptibly.

The name was familiar; Li Ling had looked up this guy before and had also seen his information.

A guy who grew up in a small town, a good kid in the eyes of his neighbors, a gentle guy who is a bit timid in the eyes of his classmates, and he likes to help others.

Yin Su seemed to have thought of something, and said something in a cold voice that made everyone unable to believe it.

Standing on the bridge railing, Yin Su pressed his temples, veins bulging, as if suffering a headache, trying to calm himself. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were unfathomable. "He jumped..."

A collective gasp filled the interrogation room.

......

My heart is throbbing.

Did the young godfather commit suicide out of fear of punishment? Or was he provoked and had another episode of his illness?

Confused thinking.

Yin Su could not bear the pain of gaining and then losing.

He believed his godfather was alive until he found thin ice on his carpet.