Chapter 153 Four Tones 65

The phone hangs up abruptly.

Lin Chen couldn't help but rubbed his eyebrows again.

Xing Conglian kept driving in front of him, and didn't say anything more to comfort him.

Because the inside of the carriage was relatively quiet, and Wang Chao was sitting next to him again, so the young man should have heard what Song Shengsheng's former manager said just now, and looked at him with resentment: "Damn it, Brother Achen, I finally know today. What does it mean to treat a good heart as a donkey liver and lungs, how could Song Shengsheng's manager do this, although there is nothing wrong with what he said, but I really think he is more shy than Liu Ying, I want to beat someone."

Lin Chen relieved his emotions, rubbed the young man's head, and asked, "Where is Aino's address?"

"Uh...he is in the spring, I think Song Shengsheng is probably back in the spring."

"What do you mean?" Xing Conglian asked from the front.

"Aino is from Fengchun. His company is also in Fengchun, and his car is also licensed in Fengchun."

"They said they would go to Fengchun police to tell what happened." Lin Chen said to Xing Conglian.

"That is to say, they told us not to interfere anymore?" Xing Conglian accurately caught the key.

Lin Chen nodded.

"He told us not to interfere, should we agree?"

These words sounded very familiar, and Lin Chen couldn't help rubbing his brows again.

Xing Conglian said with disdain, "At least we have to confirm that Song Shengsheng is indeed safe and his personal freedom is not restricted."

"Then are we going to celebrate the spring again now?" Chao couldn't help wailing.

"No need for now." Xing Conglian drove the car into the ramp in the direction of Hongjing, "We still have some things to go back and deal with." He thought for a while, and then said, "You and your brother Achen should check the Internet first. form."

Wang Chao Yiyan opened the software, and naturally began to summarize the current public opinion index.

"Little Wang Xiansen." Xing Conglian said lightly.

"what?"

"The brain is a good thing, I hope you can have it."

"What's wrong with me?"

Lin Chen had to explain to the young man: "Anyway, we still have to be careful before the matter is clear. Internet public opinion can help us infer the direction of the incident, and sometimes it is difficult for you to know whether the things you occasionally pay attention to one day will not. Suddenly saving the world." Lin Chen patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "At least don't be as careless as I am."

Wang Chao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but perhaps he felt that words were useless, so he lowered his head and started to work quickly.

Finally, a picture of the same public opinion data analysis as when Li Jingtian happened appeared in front of Lin Chen.

Chao said, "Achen, at least the detonation must be a nuclear bomb!"

Although Lin Chen knew exactly how influential Song Shengsheng's incident would be after the live broadcast, he was still shocked by the bursting public opinion nebula before him.

The comments and retweets of related events on the Internet have grown to a very crazy level. Lin Chen patiently read it and found that all the comments on the Internet can be roughly divided into several categories.

One type of people is accusing the police of not doing things well. Their focus is on the Fengchun police officers who handled the case in the past. They strongly demand that the police officers who handled the case be strictly investigated.

Another type of people demanded that Li Jingtian be severely punished. Under the ruthless online public opinion offensive, Li Jingtian, a former superstar, has now become a street rat that everyone shouts and beats, and Li Jingtian's once arrogant fans are all over the place. Silent, none of them dared to speak for their former idol anymore.

The last group of people is probably fans who don't participate in the melee on both sides and only care about Song Shengsheng silently.

Those fans who used to be dormant have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain. Many of them have written many articles, remembering and paying homage. They hope that the people they once liked very much will be well no matter what, and they also hope that one day they can see Song Shengsheng again. appeared on the stage.

Looking at the chaos on the Internet, Lin Chen only felt that there seemed to be no problem, because he really couldn't see any clues from it.

...

in the resident community.

In order to track Song Shengsheng's recent situation, Mu Wenhua has turned on the TV at home for two consecutive days.

After her husband went to work today, she sat with her little daughter on the crawling mat in the living room, but she didn't want to play with her daughter too much. She knew that this situation was wrong, but she couldn't control not watching TV news at all.

When the reporters went to the bakery, when they called Mr. Aino, she also stayed in front of the TV, and her heart gradually changed from excitement to irritability and even depression, yes, Mr. Aino is right, those The reporters were watching Shengsheng with the intention of watching gossip. They were completely different from her.

She stood up from the crawling mat, moved her laptop, and opened the Song Shengsheng personal station that she used to go to every day - "Be with you".

Once upon a time, after Song Shengsheng was imprisoned, she no longer dared to come here to see anything about Song Shengsheng's recent situation, but yesterday, she found a long-lost account and posted it on this website. Inside, she saw her friends who used to chase stars with her, looking at the lit up portraits, Mu Wenhua gradually became happy.

She really doesn't know how many years she hasn't seen so many people on the forum of Shengsheng. The mouse scrolls, and the replies flow like water. Among those old and new, there are many people begging for the sound. In the old concerts, there are also veterans who have been guarding the forum all the time, uploading all kinds of interview videos that they thought they would never see the light of day, which were treasured in the hard drive.

Seeing all this, Mu Wenhua's restlessness suddenly calmed down, and Mu Wenhua thought, the biggest difference between their fans and those spectators is that they really love Song Shengsheng.

Suddenly, there was a post that caught her attention, because that post had been highlighted by the moderator.

The theme of the post is - "They can't afford to pay, we will accompany".

Posts with similar titles seem to be numb because of affection at Mu Wenhua's age, but she still clicked in.

Looking at the main building, she roughly understood the meaning of the owner, and then she was a little moved.

Because of yesterday's shocking reversal, the Internet is now full of denunciations against media reporters, the police and investigators at the time. Many people are saying that those people ruined the glorious life that should have been dazzling. His life now has Who can afford it?

And the post she is seeing now is mainly written for similar remarks.

The owner wrote a lot in the post.

He said: "Actually, like everyone else, I am also very concerned about where Shengsheng is now and how he is doing, but I think, as fans, the difference between us and those ordinary people who care about the 'Song Shengsheng incident' should be that , we must restrain our inner curiosity to find out. Although we really want to see him and want to know if he is okay, we cannot affect his current life. We must give him breathing space and a chance to recover. Maybe he is now He has recovered very well and is about to surprise us. Maybe he doesn't want to see us again now because of the trauma in his heart, but in any case, we agreed to protect him for the rest of his life. Those things that they can't afford, we must accompany him. Give it back to him."

He added: "Similarly, we can't criticize and abuse others like Li Jingtian's fans. Yes, it's the police who put Shengsheng in jail, but it's also the police who expose the truth. We too Only trusting the police can give him justice. In the past, Shengsheng would rather bear the burden than hurt us, then we have to become a better person for him..."

Somehow, Mu Wenhua looked a little tearful, yes, to love someone is to become a better person for him.

The owner said at the end.

"Although it may be too selfish to say that, I still hope that one day Shengsheng can overcome the pain and return to the stage. I hope he can become that 18-year-old proud boy again. I hope this day will come soon."

Just when Mu Wenhua was feeling sad and happy, Lin Chen also saw this post.

Of course, the location where he saw this post was not on Song Shengsheng's personal website "Be with you", but on Weibo.

Just now, when he and Dynasty were observing public opinion on the Internet, another new nebula was rapidly forming. Dynasty was quick to open this initial Weibo. Just when they thought that something big was going on, they saw this sincere and sincere message. long text.

Amidst the countless accusations, insults, and fights, this long article seems to flow through. It is so peaceful and sincere. Although people are always arguing about this and that, it seems too violent, but When there are truly neutral and peaceful speeches, people are still willing to listen.

This Weibo has been forwarded more than 1,000 times in a very short period of time, and people also spontaneously brought topics such as #accompany you back# and #waitingshengsheng# in the forwarding.

Song Shengsheng's long and headless fans seem to have found the backbone. This simple long Weibo seems to be rushing through the mud, allowing a clearly visible idea to appear in front of all fans.

Many people abandoned the melee and began to forward this long article.

Dynasty closed the computer.

Lin Chen looked away, and there were still reeds outside the window that seemed to be the same forever.

He thought, no matter how cruel the story is, there will be a day when things will be calm, everything will be fine, and he shouldn't worry anymore.

【two】

As if to show him that things weren't always as bad as he thought.

When they returned to the police force, they were met with an unprecedented welcome.

Lin Chen always felt that the news of their return to Hongjing did not seem to inform too many people, but he pushed open the door of the office and saw that there was a large group of people waiting for them, and even those who rarely went downstairs. The old chief also condescended to walk down from the second floor.

There was silence in the office. Looking at the serious faces, Lin Chen doubted whether they were about to be fired from public office.

He glanced at the director tentatively. The old director had a straight face and walked out from behind with a teacup in his hand. The police officers in front were all separated from each other. When the old director Wu walked in front of them, the first thing was to kick Xing Cong with force. even one foot.

"Your boss is getting old, and you almost got a heart attack into the hospital!" the old chief roared.

Xing Conglian staggered, his face full of grievances: "Wu Bureau... the situation forced..."

"Forcing your head." The old director threw his hand hard again as if he was going to punish Conglian's shoulder, but the direction of the hand was in mid-air from the back of his head and turned to his shoulder, the old director patted Conglian hard. From Lian's shoulder, the tea in the other hand did not spill half a minute.

He said, "Xing Conglian, you did a great job this time!"

Xing Conglian was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the reprimand to turn into a praise halfway through, and was very overwhelmed.

"Is your old man okay?" Xing Conglian asked tentatively.

But before he finished speaking, a very light applause sounded, and then, everyone in the entire office began to applaud. The applause was not loud or eager, but the faces of each applauding were so serious and solemn. .

Lin Chen stood beside Xing Conglian, and was patted on the shoulders or the back by the hands extending from all directions. Many of them just patted them, and didn't say much congratulations and appreciation, because this matter could not be congratulated. , and only people with the identity of the old director can say "good job" to them.

Lin Chen felt that he should have some emotions, but at that moment, he suddenly no longer regretted the choices he had made.

That's enough, it's enough.

Like the wind passing without a trace, what could be called a welcome meeting only lasted for a very short time. After the old director left, Xing Conglian coaxed the people away, and he directly asked the subordinate who had taken in Song Shengsheng's part-time job. where is the shop.

Comrade Zhang Xiaolong's face flushed red. After all, as a police officer who had investigated Li Jingtian's case, she should also enjoy the moment just now.

Lin Chen patted the policewoman on the shoulder and said "hard work".

The policewoman's face turned even redder: "Consultant Lin, Boss Chen is waiting in the lounge." She said while leading the way, "Oh, by the way, Boss Chen said he didn't know what you identified for him. That person, that person is not the bus driver who picked up Song Shengsheng."

The policewoman stopped in front of the door and suddenly turned around and asked in a low voice, "Who is that person in the photo?"

Xing Conglian glanced at her and did not answer the question.

The bakery owner in the office has been waiting for a long time.

Seeing them, the owner of the bakery immediately got up and said, "Oh, Mr. Police Officer, you didn't know, you just finished filming the video with the TV station in front of our store, and I've received an unknown number of calls to interview me!"

Lin Chen didn't answer, but sat down directly opposite the boss.

The boss glanced at him and was suddenly surprised: "Mr. police officer, have we met before?"

"Uncle Chen, I often go to your restaurant for breakfast." Lin Chen said.

"Oh, yes, you guys come here often." The owner of the bakery was completely relaxed when he saw acquaintances, "I heard some news on the way here, so our Aguan is really the big star Song Shengsheng. ?"

"It should be right." Lin Chen replied.

"Oops, then do you want me to ask Ah Guan for an autograph and hang it in our store? No, no, I have to take a photo! I want to take a group photo!" Uncle Chen said happily.

Seeing him so happy, Lin Chen was suddenly very relieved. This very kind and simple owner may be the reason why Song Shengsheng chose to work there.

"You said in the interview earlier that Song Shengsheng worked in your store three months ago?"

"Yeah, I remember it clearly, it happened to be my old lady's birthday."

"Then, can you tell me what happened at that time?"

"There's no specific experience. I just posted a recruitment notice. The young man came over and said he wanted to work, but he had no experience. He asked me if I could do it. I saw Zhou Zheng and let him stay."

Although the employment of ordinary small shops is so casual, Lin Chen thought about it and asked, "Can I take the liberty to ask, did you really not check his ID card at that time?"

"Oh... I remembered. He said at that time that he came to Hongjing to work and his wallet was stolen at the train station. I didn't look at his ID card, otherwise I would still have this security awareness..."

Uncle Chen took a sip of tea.

Lin Chen and Xing Conglian looked at each other, and finally asked a question: "Are you sure he came alone and is really free?"

Uncle Chen didn't seem to understand this sentence for a while, he was stunned for a while, and then asked back: "Freedom, Ah Guan is of course free, he has no family or business, and sleeps in the store as soon as the store closes at night. , I basically don't go out, my old man is very envious."

"But...is there a place to sleep in your store?" Lin Chen asked again.

"Oh, there's a small bed in the back kitchen, so I shut it down. He still watches the shop."

Lin Chen nodded and wanted to ask more, but the small door of the office was knocked again.

Xing Conglian walked to the door to open the door. Outside the door was Zhang Xiaolong's excited face: "Xing Squad! Song Shengsheng came out!"

Lin Chen didn't care to ask Uncle Chen any more, he directly rushed to the TV in the police lounge with Xing Conglian.

There were a lot of people in front of the TV, and several colleagues made room for them. Lin Chen looked at the TV screen and found that it was the entrance of Fengchun City Police Station.

There were a lot of onlookers around the black iron gate of Fengchun Police Station, and all the media reporters who should go there were also present. Lin Chen was sure that he and Xing Conglian did not reveal to anyone that Xiangye would bring Song Shengsheng to Fengchun police. If the bureau stated the news of what happened, then the media who heard the news could only be summoned by Mr. Aino himself.

The cameraman moved the camera to the gate, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped at the entrance of the police station, and the driver stopped to open the door.

Lin Chen finally saw the polite gentleman on the phone.

Wearing a fitted grey shirt and a navy blue striped tie with sterling silver cufflinks at the cuffs, he walked straight to the back door after getting out of the car, bending over to pull it.

In the TV screen, Ai Ye reflects the attitude of the social elite everywhere. The most important thing is that Ai Ye is indeed not a beautiful scenery.

But Lin Chen had no time to observe Xiangye, and his eyes were completely focused on the man who walked down the back door.

The cloud-like flash light suddenly lit up. For the first few seconds, Lin Chen couldn't see the figure of the man who got in and out of the car, and Aino blocked the surrounding reporters with his hands, almost covering the man's body. Must be strictly.

Afterwards, the police officers of Fengchun Police Station immediately went out to drive the reporters away, and the surroundings of Aiano and the man were empty, and then Lin Chen could see the appearance of the man.

Although he was wearing a mask, his eyes were drooping, and his iconic ear studs and nose rings were no longer there, that was Song Shengsheng, and it was indeed Song Shengsheng who seemed to be alive and free.