Sun Ying was resting after having recorded a song. He hurriedly opened the window after hearing the commotion from down below. His eyesight was excellent, and the body of the man who had jumped from the building lay just underneath the neon lights. The slowly oozing blood refracted the light, making the viscous liquid seem especially bright and dazzling.

Like two peas in a pod, Sun Ying realised that the clothes of the man who had jumped seemed to be exactly the same as that of Ze Ge. Cao Xiaofeng, who was attracted to the scene by his scream, also crowded to the window, looked down, and reflexively shouted in panic, "Where's Gao Yize? What's Gao Yize's situation right now?"

The assistant ran into the studio with a few bottles of mineral water in his arms and answered hesitantly, "Ze Ge is on the top floor. He likes to stand on the top floor for a while every day after recording songs, just to feel the wind."

Hearing that Gao Yize was on the top floor, Cao Xiaofeng grew even more panicked and hurriedly ran out to take the elevator. While dialing Gao Yize's phone, he frantically pressed the up button. Although he didn't want to think too much into it, he told the assistant in a trembling voice, "I'll go to the top floor to take a look. Go down and see who the one who jumped is."

"Eh, okay, I'll go down immediately!" The assistant didn't even think to take the elevator and ran down the stairs with Sun Ying following and rambling behind him, "It won't be Ze Ge, absolutely not! That man must just be wearing the same clothes as Ze Ge!"

However, when they squeezed into the crowd and saw the face of the fallen body, they immediately turned pale with fear and their legs started to tremble. It really was Gao Yize! His head had burst open, his limbs were broken, his eyes were wide open, the expression on his face was one of utter fright-his death was absolutely miserable.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Ah! Why does this man look so familiar! Like an idol!"

The onlookers heard that it was an idol who died. They were even more curious and pulled out their mobile phones to take photos and record videos.

The assistant, who was scared silly, immediately took off his coat and placed it over Sun Ying's head, dragging him back into the building. Sun Ying looked as if his soul had flown away. He simply couldn't accept the reality, he couldn't think at all, and his expression remained blank even after entering the elevator.

Cao Xiaofeng didn't find Gao Yize on the top floor and immediately realized that the situation was not good. When he returned to the studio, he saw the assistant and Sun Ying both in a state of shock and looking scared. It was as if they had lost their minds-thus he understood everything. The fallen body downstairs was indeed Gao Yize's! Someone who was alive just a second ago could die in the next moment? His money tree, ah!

Cao Xiaofeng was extremely distressed. He sent people downstairs to maintain order and to drive away the crowd, then called the company and the police for help. The onlookers soon found out that the identity of the corpse was Gao Yize, and from that point on, there were more and more exclamations. The news that he had jumped from a building and died was posted online. It couldn't be suppressed, anyone could find out just by walking past.

Cao Xiaofeng was worthy of being a gold-tier agent of Xinghui. Even if he felt panicked, he still hadn't lost his ability to think. He even dealt with the aftermath of this incident in an orderly manner. However, Sun Ying was totally caught up in the scene of the incident. He just kept pulling his hair while murmuring, "How could Ze Ge die? Why did he jump? It was only a while ago that he said that he would accompany me back to play the game after recording! How could he die like this!"

However, the person was already dead, and it was just him unwilling to believe that such a scene could take place in reality.

It was said that the deceased was a popular idol, so police cars and ambulances arrived quickly. The paramedics waved themselves away after a few glances, indicating that there was no hope for a rescue. This left the police force behind to protect the scene, take photos as evidence and question witnesses. Cao Xiafend and Sun Ying did not have permission to leave the building until around two or three o'clock in the morning. It was so hard to sleep even after they were allowed to return home.

Meanwhile, the news of Gao Yize's death had exploded on the Internet and in the entertainment circle. He was young, promising, handsome and talented. Why did he commit suicide? There was no reason at all! No, it was possible that he didn't commit suicide, but was murdered! The entertainment circle was very chaotic, the competition was fierce, and Gao Yize was just starting to become famous. It was unknown as to whose cake might have been touched by him...

Overnight, all kinds of conspiracy theories poured onto the Internet and netizens discussed everything they knew. The Weibo post by Fan Jialuo was uncovered and caused panic among many people.

[Death is the beginning of destruction, don't go too high...] A netizen slowly typed out a line of words: [Am I thinking too much? It seems that Fan Jialuo knew that Gao Yize would jump to his death?]

[Yes, his Weibo post refers to Gao Yize's death!]

[No! If he's really referring to this, how did he know? Did he foresee it or...? Ah ah! I can't think about it. I'm afraid to think about it!]

[I don't think it has anything to do with Fan Jialuo, or he wouldn't have posted something like that! High place, death, this sort of prediction would be too accurate, right? I don't believe there is such a coincidence in the world!]

[I don't believe it either! How come the dead one isn't you, Fan Jialuo?]

After the panic, a wave of anger invaded the hearts of all of Gao Yize's fans. They began to attack Fan Jialuo's Weibo, asking him to immediately come out and give an explanation. Some people called 110 multiple times, asking the police to check his recent whereabouts.

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The next day, Sun Ying, who had only taken a short nap, was called to the police station to cooperate with the investigation. He propped up his hands on the table, looked at the investigation team members with red eyes, and said plainly, "It was impossible for Ze Ge to commit suicide. It was Fan Jialuo who killed him! You should check the surveillance cameras. Fan Jialuo must have been in the building last night! He must have planned to push Ze Ge down!"

After a night of investigation, the police concluded that there were plenty of suspicious points regarding Gao Yize's death. They had found a gray mark on the back of Gao Yize's leisure coat, which seemed to have been caused by a scratch. They had also discovered some black fibers caught on a railing on the top floor of the studio. The texture of the fiber was very similar to that of his coat, and the spot where they were found was just above the location of where he had fallen. Coupled with the stunned and frightened expression that was affixed on his face, the police had probable cause to suspect that he had been pushed down, so they invited his family and friends to the police station to ask if they knew of any people who held grudges against Gao Yize.

Sun Ying naturally thought of Fan Jialuo first. As soon as his voice fell, a policeman in his early twenties rushed in and raised the file in his hand. "Leader, the report from the forensic department came out. The strands of fiber adhered to the top railing really did come from Gao Yize's coat; the dust on Gao Yize's outer sleeve also contained rust and paint, which matched with the residue found on top of the railings; the height of the scratches on the coat also matches the height of the railing. That is to say, the findings suggest that Gao Yize actually had his back towards the railing, which is obviously unreasonable!"

"Well, since he had his back against the railings, we can define this case as a homicide for the time being. Of course, Gao Yize may also have stumbled and fallen down, but in light of the various pieces of evidence we have at present, I think this possibility is relatively small, and there is no physical proof indicating that Gao Yize died because of stumbling over the railing. Let's file a case first. Write down the case report."

The man who had just spoken in a deep voice was a man in his mid-twenties. He was the leader of this task force-a special forces soldier who was transferred to Beijing just after he retired from the army this very year-and now he served as the Leader of the Criminal Police Team of the precinct's Public Security Bureau. If not for his ability, this fledgling young man wouldn't have been placed in such an important position.

His appearance was very distinctive. Every single line and corner of his face was sharp, just like the edge of a blade- wild and sharp-with not a hint of softness. His long and narrow eyes were very deep, and his gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, laced with penetrating insight. Whenever he conducted an interrogation, the person being interrogated often did not dare to even breathe.

At this time, he just stared at Sun Ying and asked, "Why do you think that Fan Jialuo is the murderer? Do you have a basis for that?"

"Of course I do!" Sun Ying shuddered and took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket. Half angry and half scared, he said, "Did you see that sentence he posted on his Weibo? He told Ze Ge not to go too high, or else he would die! And this sketch, that he drew. How could he have known in advance that Ze Ge would fall from the top of the building? No human being could know such a thing! You should go arrest him, this is the evidence right here! Ze Ge's death must have been planned by him!"

The paper was crumpled, and its corners damaged. The police didn't know where Sun Ying had gotten this from, but the content of the sketch was very clear, and even after flattening the paper out, the meaning of the sketch wasn't affected.

The team leader stared at this new piece of evidence and his eyes flickered as he asked, "When was this sketch drawn? Tell me what the situation at that time was like. Don't leave out any details."

"Alright..." Sun Ying quickly narrated the events that had occurred at that time. He gnashed his teeth and continued, "You go and investigate Fan Jialuo, I can bet on my life that Ze Ge must have been killed by him! It can't have been anyone but him!"

"No one can decide who the murderer is without any definite evidence. But we will investigate this Mr. Fan Jialuo. Thank you for your information. This is my business card. We may need your cooperation in the future and I hope you will be available if that time comes. If you think of any other useful clues, you can call me at any time." The man handed over a business card.

Sun Ying looked down and saw only a name and a mobile number written on it: [Zhuang Zhen, 139xxxxxxxx].

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After Sun Ying left, Zhuang Zhen struck the whiteboard and said, "First, focus on the investigation of Fan Jialuo. From the current situation, he seems to be the most suspicious person. In addition, check the social relations of the deceased to see if he has any enemies other than Fan Jialuo. Have the forensic department speed up on the forensic report of the crime scene to see if we can find any other clues regarding the murderer."

"Yes, leader!" The team members agreed in unison and then moved to separately perform their tasks.

At the same time, rumors had spread online that Fan Jialuo was the person who had murdered Gao Yize. Several apartments he had once lived in were besieged by Gao Yize's fans. These angry young people kept shouting the same catchphrase, asking him to kill himself to pay for their idol's life. Some people ran to the Public Security Bureau and ordered the police to catch him immediately, threatening that they would sit at the door in protest until Fan Jialuo was arrested.

Gao Yize was an Internet celebrity who had become popular recently, and his death naturally attracted unprecedented attention from both the media and the public. Because of the public scrutiny this case faced, the task force was under great pressure, and was preparing to search for traces of Fan Jialuo.

However, the other party unexpectedly came to their door by himself. He sat in the interrogation room, silhouetted against the light. His facial features looked a little fuzzy under the shining bulb, but his eyes were very bright. His skin was white as snow, his lips as red as fire. The extreme contrast of vivid color and the beauty of it stung everyone's eyes.

A policewoman gaped at him stupidly and forgot to close her mouth. Those on the Internet had always said that Gao Yize represented the visuals of STARS. Prior to this, she had agreed with this fact with both hands and feet. But now, she just wanted to shout to everyone-look, there's a deity here!

She dared to stake her life as a guarantee. Fan Jialuo definitely had the most beautiful face in the entertainment circle! It couldn't be compared with anyone else's at all! Even if you knew the kind of black material about him spreading all over the world, even if you knew how bad his character and morals were, but when you saw him personally, you still wouldn't be able to muster even a modicum of hatred.

Fan Jialuo did not feel nervous or embarrassed about being observed and examined by so many people. Instead, he watched the clock on the wall, his eyes calm.

After about ten minutes, Zhuang Zhen walked into the interrogation room and asked without delay, "Mr. Fan, where were you last night at nine o'clock?"

Fan Jialuo's lips hooked up slightly before he answered, "Last night, from 7:30 to 9:00, I was at Patterson Club. There were surveillance cameras there which you can check."

"Did you draw this picture?"

"Yes."

"Why did you draw such an image?"

"No reason. It was just a coincidence."

"But a few days after you drew this, Gao Yize jumped off of a building and died in the exact same posture as is shown in your sketch. How do you explain that?"

"No explanation. It is just a coincidence."

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