Before His Eyes: 204 everything is waiting for the autopsy report

Lu Junyan was very satisfied with my attitude of correcting mistakes in time, and didn't bother with me, saying: "It can't be him."

"Why so sure?" I was a little surprised.

He looked at me, his eyes turned dark and deep: "Anyway, it can't be him."

It's rare for him to trust someone so much, which makes me feel strange, but when I asked him why he didn't say anything, he just changed the subject and said: "This person must have some purpose to help her, and now I suspect that Yi Mengmeng may not have committed suicide .”

"You mean..." I didn't dare to say it, and suddenly felt a little scared.

"Let's wait for the autopsy report. That's fine. Let's leave it to Xiao Tan. Let's go back first." He stood up and straightened his clothes.

"So fast?" I also stood up.

He looked at me and joked: "Aren't you afraid, what, you don't want to leave?"

I couldn't wait, so I quickly dragged Lu Junyan forward and said, "Let's go, let's leave it to the police."

Yuan Qi called from behind: "Wait for me!"

Yuan Qi went back to the hospital to see Ding Fei first, and Lu Junyan and I went back to the villa to take a good rest.

This week, in order to catch Yi Mengmeng, he took a lot of rest. Although Yi Mengmeng was dead, he still had a treat for Ding Fei, so it was considered a stone in his heart.

At first I planned to take a good hot bath, but suddenly thought of the **** scene just now, I immediately dismissed that idea and took a shower instead.

After coming out of the bathroom, I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, so I stretched and walked over.

Lu Junyan has already washed up, and now he is sitting on the bed and looking at his phone.

"What are you looking at?" I put the towel on my shoulders and leaned over.

"The news is out now." He tosses the phone to me out of bed.

"So fast?" I swipe the screen to see, the headline of the famous actress Yi Mengmeng committing suicide at home due to depression surprised me, "Depression?"

Lu Junyan came over with a hair dryer: "The company must have asked me to write this. It is estimated that the cause of Yi Mengmeng's depression will appear in a while, and there may be a case of depression."

Kneeling on the bed, I picked up the hair dryer in Lu Junyan's hand very self-consciously, turned it on, and turned on a small wind to blow on him.

But at that moment, I saw a complex look in his eyes, which immediately turned into helplessness.

"What's wrong?" I thought I did something wrong.

He shook his head: "Nothing."

The wind is small and does not interfere with our normal chat.

"Why do you write like that, Yi Mengmeng committed suicide in the first place!"

"You don't understand the entertainment industry." Lu Junyan said directly, "Do you know why everyone knows that the entertainment industry is dirty and messy, but they still jump into it one by one?"

"Because of the money."

"Not only that, on the basis of money, excluding force majeure factors, the death rate in the entertainment industry is the lowest."

"Force majeure?"

"Accidents during filming and physical illnesses. Apart from these, basically not many artists will die other than suicide."

"I still don't understand."

Lu Junyan sighed, "Let me tell you this, people who want to enter the entertainment industry are all ambitious and revengeful. If they don't enter the entertainment industry, then they will go to the mall to serve the country, and the underworld. Three directions."

"The so-called serving the country is to become a policeman or a soldier; People will do this; while shopping malls, which seem to be a calm ocean, are actually scrambling openly and secretly, and there are many people mixed in, gangsters, and serving the country will all be involved.”

"Money is the most attractive thing. For money, selling secrets and blaming competitors can be seen everywhere, so those who can survive in these three circles are the kings, stepping on their feet, The two corpses are not empty."

"So comparing these three, which one would you enter if it were you?" he asked me.

I was dumbfounded, and replied in a daze: "The entertainment industry..."

"Therefore, to say that the entertainment industry is dirty, compared with the other three items, the risk is not too great, but it cannot be said that it is not clean, because there is blood flowing in it, but you can't see it, so in order to create this This kind of superficiality is often used as an excuse in the entertainment industry, and the best use is depression."

"Anything can be blamed on depression, and no one will question it. Think about it, if you tell everyone the truth, do you think everyone will accept it?"

I shook my head, no, the **** truth is only suitable for hiding in dark corners.

My hair was almost dry, I flipped the switch, and the whole bedroom fell silent immediately.

"So, every circle is chaotic, you have to broaden your horizons, and then avoid being deceived."

As he was talking, Lu Junyan started his preaching mode. It was rare to see him talk so much at length. , Also acquired a lot of knowledge.

And when he said this, his expression was very serious, like a teacher in class before, when he talked about knowledge theory, his whole person seemed to have a bright eye, and he couldn't look away at all.

Seeing that I was in a daze, he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of my eyes, and I recovered and blinked.

"Did you hear everything clearly?" he asked.

"Yes, I heard." I nodded.

He reached out and scratched his hair, "By the way, why were you so late when you came today? What happened?"

"On the road..."

Just as I was about to answer him, a loud phone rang suddenly. It was Lu Junyan's phone.

He picked up the phone and picked it up, and I got out of bed to unplug the electric fan and go to the bathroom to blow it, but Lu Junyan suddenly said: "Just blow it here."

I was stunned, and before I could speak, I saw him standing up with his mobile phone in his hand, and said, "It's none of your business, just keep talking."

I turned on a small wind to avoid disturbing them.

After a while, not long after I finished blowing, Lu Junyan also hung up the phone, and when he turned around and saw that I had unplugged the hair dryer, he asked, "Is it finished blowing?"

I said: "My hair is not long, so I can't blow it for a long time."

He let out an oh, walked over, touched my hair, and then looked a little disappointed for no reason.

I asked him whose phone number?

Lu Junyan was lying on the bed with his hands on his head: "Yuan Qi's said that there was news from Xiao Tan, and the forensic autopsy confirmed that Yi Mengmeng died of a major artery cut and lost too much blood to death."

"So, she really committed suicide?"

Lu Junyan looked at me sideways.

I said: "The fingerprints on the murder weapon are only hers, and it is confirmed that she bled to death. In addition to suicide, even if you want to prove that it was homicide, there is no evidence."

"Unless..."

"Unless what?" he asked.

"If you really care, you can check the monitoring, maybe you can find some flaws."

Lu Junyan laughed suddenly: "Do you think a woman like Yi Mengmeng is worthy of my research? No matter if she committed suicide or homicide, the matter is settled anyway, and the next thing is the police. , has nothing to do with me."

"I thought you cared a lot."

"It's a little strange, but I don't care about it."

"What?"

"The forensic doctor said that the ring she was wearing was missing."