Hearing the commotion downstairs, Sun Ying, who had just finished recording a song and was on a break, quickly opened the window to watch the scene. With excellent eyesight, and the fallen body was conveniently positioned under the neon lights, the slowly oozing blood reflected the light, making the sticky puddle of blood shine brightly.
Therefore, Sun Ying immediately saw that the person who jumped wore clothes that seemed identical to Ze's. Cao Xiaofeng, who was called over by his shout, also came to the window to take a look, then shouted anxiously, "Where is Ze? Where is he?"
An assistant carrying bottles of mineral water rushed into the recording studio, and in puzzlement said, "Ze always goes to the top floor after finishing recording, to enjoy the breeze."
Upon hearing that Ze was on the top floor, Cao Xiaofeng became even more anxious, immediately rushing to take the elevator. As he dialed Ze's phone, he frantically pressed the up button, and although he didn't want to think too much, he still trembled as he said, "I'm going to the top floor to look for him, you guys go downstairs and see who the person who jumped off is."
"Okay, I'm going down right away!" The assistant didn't even take the elevator, and instead ran down the stairs. Sun Ying followed him, muttering incessantly, "It can't be Ze, it definitely can't be! That person must have just coincidentally been dressed like Ze!"
However, when the two squeezed into the crowd and saw the face of the body, their faces paled, and their legs trembled. The person who had jumped was indeed Ze! His head was shattered, his limbs broken, his eyes wide open, his face frozen in a fearful and tragic expression.
Someone in the crowd shouted, "Hey! Doesn't this person look familiar? It seems like a celebrity!"
Upon learning that the deceased was a popular idol, the onlookers' curiosity grew, and they began to take photos and videos with their phones.
The panicked assistant finally reacted, quickly took off his coat and covered Sun Ying's head with it, dragging him back to the building. Sun Ying's mind was already muddled, unable to accept reality, unable to think, and even as he entered the elevator, his expression remained blank.
Cao Xiaofeng, unable to find Ze on the top floor, suddenly realized that something was amiss. After returning to the recording studio and seeing the assistant and Sun Ying both looking petrified, he understood everything. The body downstairs did indeed belong to Ze! How could a living person in one moment end up dead the next? That was his cash cow!
Cao Xiaofeng was overcome with sorrow, and while he sent people to maintain order and disperse the crowd, he also called the company and the police for help. The onlookers had already identified the deceased as Ze, and a wave of astonished gasps spread. The news of his death from jumping had already been posted online by do-gooders and was unstoppable. He could only walk and observe.
Cao Xiaofeng, a prestigious talent agent at Starlight, despite being so panicked that his hands were shaking, still managed to handle the aftermath in an orderly manner. However, Sun Ying was completely lost in confusion, mumbling while clutching his hair, "Why did Ze die! Why did he jump off the building? He just said he would accompany me to go home and play games after recording! How could he be dead!"
However, the person was already dead, and even if they refused to believe it, reality would not change.
Upon hearing that a popular idol had died, police cars and ambulances arrived quickly. The paramedics took a brief look and then shook their heads, indicating that there was no need for resuscitation. The police stayed to protect the scene, take photos for evidence, and interview witnesses. Cao Xiaofeng and Sun Ying cooperated until they were allowed to leave around two or three in the morning, and when they returned home, they found it difficult to fall asleep.
Meanwhile, the news of Ze's death from jumping had already exploded on the internet and in the entertainment industry. He was young with a bright future, a handsome appearance, and great talent. Why would he commit suicide? There was no reason! No, it was possible that he did not commit suicide, but was murdered! The entertainment industry was tumultuous, and competition fierce, and Ze had suddenly become popular, perhaps he had encroached on someone else's territory...
Overnight, all sorts of conspiracy theories emerged, and people were saying all sorts of things online, and Vasana's post on Weibo had caused a great deal of panic.
"Death is the beginning of destruction, don't go up high," a netizen slowly typed out: "Am I thinking too much? Vasana seems to have known in advance that Ze would jump off the building and die?"
"Yes, his Weibo seemed to foreshadow Ze's death!"
"No way! If he really did predict this, then how did he know? Foreknowledge or...? Ah, I can't think about it, it's terrifying!"
"I also think this has something to do with Vasana, otherwise, he wouldn't have posted that kind of Weibo! 'Up high, death,' this prophecy is too accurate, I don't believe there are such coincidences in the world!"
"I don't believe it either! Vasana, why isn't the dead person you?"
After the panic, immense anger overtook the hearts of Ze's fans, and they started attacking Vasana's Weibo account, demanding that he come out and provide an explanation. Some also frantically dialed 110, urging the police to thoroughly investigate his recent whereabouts.
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The next day, Sun Ying was called to the police station for further investigation. He leaned on the table with both hands, red-rimmed eyes fixed on the personnel of the investigation team, and spoke with conviction: "Ze couldn't have committed suicide, Vasana killed him! Check the surveillance footage; Vasana was definitely in that building last night! He had planned to push Ze down!"
After a night of investigation, the police believed there were many suspicious aspects surrounding Ze's death. There was a gray mark on the back of Ze's casual coat, presumably from scraping against something, and there were some black fibers on a section of the railing on the top floor of the recording studio, with a texture very similar to his coat. Furthermore, the position was right above where he fell, and with his shocked expression fixed on his face, the police had reason to suspect that he had been pushed down. Therefore, they brought in his family and friends to inquire whether Ze had any other enemies besides Vasana.
Naturally, Sun Ying first thought of Vasana, and as he finished speaking, a young police officer ran into the room, waving a folder in his hand, "Boss, the report from the forensics lab is out. The fibers attached to the railing on the top floor indeed came from Ze's coat. The gray mark on Ze's coat contains rust and paint, identical to the rust and paint on the railing. The height of the coat scrape also matches the height of the railing. In other words, Ze did indeed flip over the railing from the back, and this is clearly inconsistent with common sense!"
"Good, since he flipped over the railing from the back, we can temporarily classify this case as a homicide. Of course, it's also possible that Ze fell accidentally, but based on the current clues we have, I feel that this possibility is small. The scene also did not reveal any evidence indicating that Ze fell accidentally. Let's file the case for now, and you can write the filing report." A man in his mid-twenties and early thirties spoke solemnly. He was the leader of this special task force, a former special forces soldier who had just been transferred to the capital this year, and was now the captain of the police detective team at the local public security bureau. If it weren't for his outstanding abilities, he, a young and inexperienced lad, would not have been given such an important role.
His appearance was also very distinctive, with every line and angle of his face sharp as a razor, bearing no trace of gentleness. His long, narrow eyes were extremely deep, with a penetrating and perceptive insight when looking at people. When he participated in questioning, the person being questioned often did not even dare to take a deep breath.
At this moment, he glanced sharply at Sun Ying and asked, "Why do you say Vasana is the murderer? Do you have any evidence?"
"Of course I do!" Trembling, Sun Ying took out a piece of paper from his pocket, speaking with a tone of both outrage and fear, "You saw the post he made on Weibo, right? He warned Ze not to go up high, or he would die! And there's this drawing, also drawn by him. How could he have known in advance that Ze would fall off the building? Unless he was the one who killed him! Go arrest him, this is the evidence! Ze's death was definitely planned by him!"
The paper was crumpled, worn, and damaged at the edges. It was unclear where Sun Ying had found it, but the content of the drawing was clear and visible after it was flattened.
The team leader stared at the new evidence, his eyes flashing repeatedly, "When was this drawing made? Tell me about the situation at the time, leaving out no details."
"Okay..." Sun Ying quickly recounted everything that had happened, gritting his teeth, "Go investigate Vasana, I dare to bet my life that Ze was killed by him! There's no one else but him!"
"Before there is concrete evidence, no one can arbitrarily determine who is the murderer. However, we will investigate this Mr. Vasana, and thank you for providing the clues. This is my business card, we may need your cooperation in the future, I hope you can follow along. If you remember any useful clues, you can call me anytime." The man handed over a business card.
Sun Ying looked down, and saw only a name and a cell phone number: [Zhuang Zhen, 139XXXXXXXX].
After Sun Ying left, Zhuang Zhen made a decision, "First, focus on investigating Vasana, as from what we currently know, the suspicions against him are the highest. Also, look into the victim's social circle, to see if there were any other enemies besides Vasana. Make the forensic team expedite the evidence report from the crime scene, to see if we can find any clues about the murderer."
"Okay, boss!" The team members responded in unison and then went their separate ways.
At the same time, rumors began to spread online that Vasana was the murderer. Several of the apartments where he had previously resided were besieged by Ze's fans, these emotionally charged young people continuously chanting slogans, demanding that Vasana be held accountable for the killing. Some even ran to the local public security bureau, demanding that the police immediately arrest Vasana, or they would protest at the door.
Ze was a recently popular rising star, and his death naturally garnered unprecedented attention from the media and the public. In such a situation, the special task force was under immense pressure, preparing to search for Vasana's whereabouts, only to have him unexpectedly come forward. He sat opposite the light in the interrogation room, his face somewhat blurry, but his eyes were bright, his skin as fair as snow, his lips as red as fire, a contrasted and beautiful color that stung everyone's eyes.
A female officer stared blankly at him, forgetting to close her mouth. People online tended to say that Ze was the visual representation in the STARS group, and she had wholeheartedly agreed with this statement before. But now, all she wanted to shout out to everyone was—come and look at this, there's an immortal here!
She dares to stake her life on it, Van Garrow's face is definitely the most beautiful face in the entertainment industry! He doesn't look good at all! Even if you know that he has a lot of dark secrets, even if you know how terrible his personality and morals are, when you see him in person, you can't help but harbor any dislike.
Being observed and scrutinized by everyone, Van Garrow feels completely relaxed and not embarrassed at all. He looks at the clock on the wall, his expression calm.
After about ten minutes, Zhuang Zhen slowly walked into the interrogation room, and straightforwardly asked, "Mr. Van, where were you last night at 9 PM?"
Van Garrow's lips curled slightly, and he replied calmly, "I was at the Patterson Club from 7:30 to 9 PM last night. There's surveillance there, you can check."
"Did you paint this picture?"
"Yes."
"Why did you paint such a painting?"
"There's no reason, just a coincidence."
"But a few days later, Gao Yize jumped off the building just like this painting, how do you explain that?"
"There's no explanation, just a coincidence."