【One】

The phone hung up.

Lin Chen could not help but rub his brows again.

Xing Conglian kept driving in front and didn't say much to comfort him.

Because the compartment was relatively quiet, the dynasty was sitting next to him again, so the young man should have heard what the former agent said before the sound of Song Shengsheng, looking at his eyes full of uneasiness: "I trust, Brother Chen, I finally know today What makes good intentions be like donkey liver and lungs, how can Song Sheng ’s agent do this, although there is nothing wrong with what he said, but I really think he is less pumping than Liu Ying, and I want to hit someone. "

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

"Eh ... he's in Fengchun, I think Song Shengsheng probably returned to Fengchun."

"What do you mean?" Xun Conglian asked in front.

"Aye is a person from Fengchun, his company is also from Fengchun, and the car is also taken from Fengchun."

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

"In other words, they asked us not to intervene any more?" Xun Conglian accurately grasped the key to the matter.

Lin Chen nodded.

"He told us not to get involved, should we promise?"

This sounded familiar, and Lin Chen couldn't help rubbing his brows again.

Xing Lianlian didn't take it seriously, "At least I must first confirm that Song Shengsheng is really safe and that his personal freedom is not restricted."

"Then we are going to Fengchun again now?" The dynasty couldn't help but mourn.

"Not for now." Xing Conglian drove the car into the ramp in the direction of Hongjing. "We still have some things to deal with." He thought for a while and said, "You and your brother Chen Achen first look at the network Form it. "

Wang Chao opened the software according to his words, and naturally began to summarize the current public opinion index. He asked while he was doing, "But why do I need to organize the network form now ..."

"Xiao Wang Xiansen." Xun Lian said lightly.

"what?"

"The mind is a good thing. I hope you have it."

"What happened to me?"

Lin Chen had to explain to the young people: "Anyway, we still have to be careful before things are clear. Internet public opinion can help us infer the direction of the incident, and sometimes it is difficult to know whether the things you occasionally pay attention to one day will be Suddenly save the world. "Lin Chen patted the young man's shoulder and said," At least don't be careless like me. "

The dynasty opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but maybe he didn't think the words were very useful, so he lowered his head and began to work quickly.

Finally, an analysis chart of public opinion data that appeared at the time of Li Jingtian's incident appeared in front of Lin Chen.

The dynasty said: "Achen, this detonation must be at least a nuclear bomb!"

Although Lin Chen was very clear about the influence of Song Shengsheng's event after the live TV broadcast, the bursting of public opinion nebula in front of him still shocked him.

The comments and reposts of related events on the Internet have grown to a level of madness. Lin Chen was patient, read it roughly, and found that all the comments on the Internet can be roughly divided into several categories.

One group of people is accusing the police of being unfavorable. The focus of their attention is on Fengchun police officers who handled the case in the past. They strongly demand that the police handling the case be strictly investigated.

Another type of people demanded severe punishment for Li Jingtian. Under the relentless Internet public opinion offensive, Li Jingtian, a formerly popular superstar, has now become a street mouse that everyone yells at, and Li Jingtian's once arrogant fans are all over Silent, none of them dared to speak for their former idol.

The last category of people is probably fans who do not participate in the melee and only care about Song Shengsheng silently.

Those fans who once reluctantly dormant came out like bamboo shoots, many of them wrote many articles, nostalgia and sacrifice, and they hope that those who once liked them will be good no matter what, and also hope that one day they will see Song Shengsheng again Appear on the stage.

Looking at the scuffles on the Internet, Lin Chen only felt that there was no problem in it, because he really could not see any clues from it.

...

Residential area.

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

After her husband went to work today, she was sitting with her little daughter on the crawling mat in the living room, but she didn't have much thought to play with her daughter. She knew that this situation was very wrong, but she couldn't control the TV news.

When those reporters went to the cake shop, when they called Mr. Aino, she was also in front of the TV, and her heart gradually changed from agitated to irritable or even depressed. Yeah, Mr. Aino was right. The reporters were simply watching the gossip, they were completely different from her.

She got up from the crawling mat, moved the laptop, and opened the song Shengsheng personal station she once went to every day— "bewithyou".

Once upon a time, after Song Shengsheng was put in prison, she never dared to come here to see any recent situation about Song Shengsheng, but yesterday, she actually found a long-held account and posted on this website, in the member online column When she saw her friends who were chasing stars with her in the past, looking at the bright heads, Mu Wenhua gradually became happy.

She really does n’t know how many years have n’t seen so many people on the forum. The mouse scrolls, and the reply drops like a stream of water. Among those new and old people, many people are asking for the voice. In the old archives of the concert, there were also veterans who had been guarding the forum toilingly uploading various treasures stored on the hard disk, and they thought that they would no longer be able to see the interview video of the day.

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

Suddenly, a post attracted her attention, because that post had already become popular with moderators.

The topic of the post is-"They can't afford it, we accompany".

Posts with similar headings seemed to be numb with affection at the age of Mu Wenhua, but she clicked in.

Looking at the main building, she roughly understood the meaning of the landlord, and then moved.

Because of the shocking reversal of yesterday, the Internet is now betting on media reporters, police and investigators at the time. Many people are saying that those people who ruined the sound should have been a glorious life. His life is now Who can afford it?

The post she is seeing is mainly for similar speech.

The landlord wrote a lot in the post.

He said: "In fact, like everyone else, I also care about where the sound is now and how he is going, but I think that as a fan, we should be different from the people who are generally concerned about the" Song Sound Event ". , We must restrain the inquisitiveness inside ourselves, although we really want to see him and want to know if he is okay, but we cannot influence his current life, we must give him breathing space and opportunities for recovery. Maybe he is now He recovered very well, and was preparing to surprise us. Maybe he was in a traumatic heart now and he didn't want to see us again, but no matter what, we promised to protect him for a lifetime, and those things they couldn't afford, we must accompany us Give it back to him. "

He also said: "Similarly, we cannot blame and abuse others as crazy as Li Jingtian's fans. Yes, it is the police who put the voice into prison, but it is also the police who reveal the truth of the matter. We only have trust. The police could justify him. Once, he would rather bear the burden than hurt us, then we must also be a good person for him ... "

Somehow, Mu Wenhua saw some tears, yeah, loving a person is about becoming a better person for him.

The landlord said at the end.

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

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

Of course, the place where he saw this post was not on Song Shengsheng's personal station "bewithyou", but on Weibo.

Just before he and the dynasty observed the public opinion on the Internet, a new nebula was rapidly forming. The dynasty's eyes quickly opened this initial Weibo. When they thought that something was happening, they saw this partiality really. Long text.

Amidst countless accusations, abuses, and slapsticks, this long article seems to be a clear stream. It is so peaceful and sincere. Although people always seem to be too violent for quarreling about such things, but People are still willing to listen when there are genuine and peaceful remarks.

This Weibo reposted thousands of posts in a short period of time, and people also spontaneously brought topics such as # 伴 你 复出 # and #waiting sound # in the repost.

Song Sheng ’s long and headless fans seem to have found the backbone. This simple long Weibo is like a clear spring running through the mud, allowing a clear and visible thought to appear in front of all fans.

Many people abandoned the melee and started to repost this long article.

The dynasty closed the computer.

Lin Chen looked away, and there was still a long reed outside the window.

He thought, no matter how cruel the story is, there will be a calm day, and everything will be fine. He should not worry anymore.

【two】

As if to show him that things are not always as bad as he thought.

When they returned to the police force, they encountered an unprecedented welcome.

Lin Chen always felt that the news of his door back to Hongjing didn't seem to notify too many people, but he pushed open the door of the office and saw that a large group of people were waiting for them, even rarely going downstairs. The old director also condescended from the second floor.

The office was silent. Looking at the serious faces, Lin Chen wondered if they were about to be expelled from public office.

He gave a tentative glance at the director. The old director had a stubborn face and walked out with a tea cup in his hand. The police officers in front of him all separated to the sides. The old director Wu walked in front of them. With a kick.

"Your boss is so old that you almost got a heart attacker into the hospital!" The old director shouted.

Xing Lian was stunned, and his face was aggrieved: "Wu Ju ... it's forced by the situation ..."

"Force your head." The old director shook his hand again as if he was going to slash from Lien's shoulder, but the direction of the hand was stiff in midair from the back of Lien's head to his shoulder. From the shoulder of the company, the tea in the other hand did not spill half a minute.

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

The punishment from the flail was in the mouth, as if he did not expect that the reprimand turned into praise in the middle, and was overwhelmed.

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

But his voice did not fall, and a very light applause rang. Then, everyone in the office began to applaud. The applause was not loud and not so eager, but the face of each applause was so serious and solemn. .

Lin Chen stood next to Xun Conglian, and was patted on the shoulders or back by those hands that extended from all sides. Many of them just patted them, and did not say too much congratulations and appreciation, because this event could not be congratulated Only people in the capacity of the old director can say "good job" to them.

Lin Chen felt what emotion he should have, but at that moment, he suddenly did not regret the choices he had made.

This is enough, it is indeed enough.

As if the wind passed without trace, something similar to what can be called a welcome party lasted only a very short time. After the old director left, the prisoner coerced people away. He directly asked his subordinates who had kept Song Shengming to work. Where is the shop.

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

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

The policewoman's face was even redder: "Counselor Lin, Mrs. Chen is waiting in the lounge." She said as she led the way, "Oh yes, Mrs. Chen said he didn't know what you gave him. That person, that person is not the bus driver who drove Song Sheng away. "

The policewoman stopped in front of the door and suddenly turned back and whispered, "Who is that person in the photo?"

Xing Conglian gave her a glance and did not answer this question.

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

After seeing them, the owner of the bakery immediately got up: "Oh sir, you don't know, just finished recording the video with the TV station in front of our store. Until now, I received a phone call that I don't know how much to interview me!"

Lin Chen did not answer, but sat down directly opposite the boss.

The boss glanced at him, suddenly surprised: "This police officer, have we met!"

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

"Oh, oh, yes, you often come." The owner of the bakery was completely relaxed because he saw an acquaintance. "I am on my way. I heard some news, so our Guan Guan is really the big star Song Shengsheng. ? "

"It should be right," Lin Chen answered.

"Ah, then you said I should ask Aguan for a signature and hang it in our shop, right? I have to take a picture! I want to take a group photo!" Chen Bo said happily.

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

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

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

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

"There is nothing specific, that is, I posted a recruitment notice. The guy came over and said he wanted to work, but he had no experience. He asked me if I could do it. I looked at Zhou Zheng and honestly let him live."

Although the ordinary shop is so casual, Lin Chen thought about it and asked: "Can you take the liberty to ask, did you really not check his ID?"

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

Chen Bo sipped his tea.

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

For a while, Chen Bo didn't seem to understand this sentence. He hesitated, and then asked: "Freedom, of course, Aguan is free, he is homeless and unemployed, and sleeps in the store as soon as he closes the store at night. I basically do n’t go out. My old man is very envious. "

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

"Oh, the back chef has a small bed, just shut it down, and he still looks at the shop."

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

Xun Lian went to the door and opened the door. Outside the door was Zhang Xiaolong's excited face: "Science team! Song sounds out!"

Lin Chen couldn't wait to ask Chen Bo again. He rushed to the front of the TV in the police lounge from the two with the same sentence.

Many people surrounded the TV. Several colleagues gave them a place. Lin Chen looked at the TV screen and found that it was the door of Fengchun Police Station.

There were a lot of onlookers around the black iron gate of Fengchun Police Station, and the media reporters who were going there were also there. Lin Chen was sure that he and Xun Conglian did not disclose to anyone that Xiangye would take Song Shengsheng to Fengchun Police. The bureau stated the news of the incident, then the media that came to the news could only be called by Mr. Aino.

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

Lin Chen finally saw the polite gentleman on the phone.

He wore a fitted gray shirt and tied a dark blue striped tie with a sterling silver cuff. He got out of the car and walked towards the back door and bent over to pull them.

In the TV picture, Aino reflects the attitude of the social elite everywhere. The most important thing is that Aino is not a beautiful scenery.

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

The cloud-like strobe flashed on for a few moments. In the first few seconds, Lin Chen couldn't see the figure of the person getting on and off the car, and Aino blocked his reporter with his hands, almost covering the person's body. Be strict.

Subsequently, the policemen of Fengchun Police Station immediately went out to drive out the reporters, and Xiang Ye and the man were vacated around him, and then Lin Chen could see the appearance of the man.

Although wearing a mask, although the eyes are drooping, although the iconic earrings and nose ring are gone, it is the sound of Song, and it is indeed the sound of Song that is free and alive.