Northeast Barbecue City.
"Let's congratulate Miss Wan Qianqian for successfully taking down a big business. This time it's a big case involving a celebrity. The law firm has saved a lot of advertising fees!"
Lin Chenxi, who was sitting at the other end of the table, knew that it was time for her to make a statement. She slapped the table and said, "Wan Qianqian's bonus will be tripled. Everyone who participated in this project will have their bonus doubled. Next month, I will take everyone on a public holiday."
"Ah, thank you, leader."
"No, it should be to thank our great hero, Sister Qian."
Everyone cheered wildly, for their bonus and for next month's public holiday.
Someone stretched his head next door and poured a glass of wine for Wan Qianqian. There was always someone who was not afraid of making things worse. He picked up his glass and said, "The success of this case is all thanks to Sister Qian. There's no need to say anything else. It's all in the wine. I'll drink it all!"
"This is a gathering of civilized people. Why did you make the scene like this?"
Wen Yuen looked at her calmly pushing the glass away and said with a smile, "Qianqian, are you afraid that you will be punished after drinking? Tell me, Gu Tanfeng won't make you kneel on the washboard, right?"
With her words, the people around her who were gossiping widened their eyes. Wan Qianqian really wanted to slap herself to death. How could she have such a friend!
"If you dare to say another word, I'll tear your mouth off after we go."
Shrinking her neck, Wen Yuen directly took her glass of wine and said, "Qianqian has been tired for so long and you still force her to drink. You're too heartless. I'll drink this glass of wine for her. Come!"
The celebration banquet continued, and Wen Yuanyuan completely became the protagonist. He surrounded a group of people and played finger-guessing games in the middle of the banquet. Halfway through the banquet, Lin Chenxi received a phone call and left happily. It was unknown what kind of benefits she had found.
Thanks to Wen Yuen, who was usually ridiculously reliable at critical times, she really didn't drink much. She sat on the side and ate silently.
At 10: 30 am, the phone rang.
Without a second thought, Wan Qianqian took her bag and clothes, said goodbye to everyone, and walked out. When she was outside, she looked for a familiar car and took out her phone. Unlike what she had guessed, the caller was not Gu Tanfeng, but Yingge.
He had a bad premonition in his heart, but he pretended to be relaxed. "Hey, now you want to thank me, your great benefactor? We're having a celebration party on the East Ring Road. Do you want to join us for a few drinks?"
"Please, Lawyer Wan, you must help me!"
On the other side of the phone, Yingge cried her heart out and shouted in despair.
In an instant, Wan Qianqian tensed up. "What's wrong with you? Calm down. Where are you now? Are you in danger? "
Yingge was still crying, crying loudly and wantonly. Not only that, she could faintly hear voices and the sound of sad music coming from the side. As long as there were people around, there shouldn't be any life-threatening danger.
From the intermittent crying of the other party, she found an address. She hurriedly hailed a taxi and drove to the old city.
According to the information that Wan Qianqian had investigated, Yingge was born in an ordinary family. Her parents were working-class. The only difference was that her parents were civilized. Whether she was rebellious when she was young, went to art school, or became a model, her parents didn't say anything.
But sometimes, too much freedom was a sign of irresponsibility.
No. 23, Tuanzi Alley, the old city.
There was a narrow path between the crowded houses. Moss grew on the bluestone because it hadn't been exposed to light all year round. It hadn't rained recently, but the air was damp. The surrounding brown walls were peeling off a lot. The building was similar to the courtyard houses in Beijing's Hutong.
A red lantern was hung on the beam of every house, which warmed Wan Qianqian's heart.
When she was about to reach the end of the path, she heard the sound of sad music. She turned another corner. She didn't know how many times she had gone around the corner. When she looked up, there was a white lantern hanging in front of her. It was especially bright in the silent night. Looking down at the white paper money at the door, Wan Qianqian's heart sank.
The door was unlatched. After pushing it open, she saw a fiery-red brazier facing the door. Amidst the flying paper money, a memorial tablet was placed on a square table. There were some tributes of fruits and fruits in front of it. People in white were kneeling on both sides. Among them was Yingge.
Yingge seemed to have found her center of gravity. She cried so hard that she couldn't catch her breath. Wan Qianqian patted her back to comfort her. Looking over her shoulder, there were a few words written on the wooden memorial tablet: Place of Yingsheng.
Yingsheng, female, 14 years old. Zhi De Middle School's second year student. She was the younger sister of the actress Yingge. It was rumored that Yingge was very fond of this younger sister. The girl was beautiful and cute. Her dream was to become a dancer. She was currently living in school and would return to her parents' house every weekend.
The black words on the information floated into Wan Qianqian's mind. There was also a picture of a cute girl wearing a school uniform with a cute smile.
When she saw the picture, she even joked with Wen Yuen that there would be a pair of beautiful sisters in the entertainment industry in five to six years. How was that possible? How did things turn out like this in the blink of an eye?
"What, what's going on?" Wan Qianqian was also panicking. She didn't expect things to be this serious.
"Ah Sheng is missing. She's dead."
Just as Yingge said this, her face turned pale. She fell backward in a daze. A middle-aged man rushed out from behind and caught her. He called for people to bring cold water into the room.
Looking at the chaotic scene, Wan Qianqian was at a loss of what to do. She didn't know how to help. Mournful music rang in her ears.
A middle-aged woman with tears on her face came over. "Don't worry, Ah Sheng was too excited and suddenly fainted. It's happened several times already. Ah Sheng was the most important person in her heart. Who could bear her sudden death? My poor child!"
Wan Qianqian quickly took out a tissue from the side to wipe the woman's tears. Based on the information, she deduced that the person in front of her was Yingge's mother. She was the office director of a certain clothing factory. Although it was not polite to say this here, it was indeed the question she was most concerned about. "How did Ah Sheng die?"
"Suicide! She committed suicide by jumping off a building! "The woman was full of resentment. She lowered her head and cried again.
Suicide? Wan Qianqian turned to look at the memorial tablet. The 14-year-old girl's smile was unusually bright.
The scariest things in the world were the tears of the living and the smiles of the dead.
After identifying herself, Wan Qianqian got the relevant information from Yingge's parents. Both of them had already determined that their daughter had died of suicide. They didn't even know who to sue in court. But for Yingge's sake, they handed the information to her, a big lawyer, and told her to ask if she needed anything.
This small house had two floors and a small yard. Other than its location being a little remote, it could barely be considered a detached villa.
Yingge's house was on the second floor. Looking down, there were parked cars on the left and a big tree on the right. The tree had green leaves but no flowers. Wan Qianqian didn't know much about plants, so she didn't know what kind of tree it was.
In the middle of the house was a dark coffin. In front of it was a tribute table and a brazier. Music floated around the yard and into the distance.
Flipping open the copy of the accident liability agreement and the forensic report, all the conclusions were centered around one sentence — suicide.
The incident happened at 7: 30 pm last night, and the last class in the afternoon ended at 6: 20 pm. Then it was dinner time. At 7: 20 pm, the first self-study period officially began. At 7: 30 pm, someone saw a black shadow standing on the second grade teaching building of the junior high school.
Before they could see clearly what it was, a person jumped down from the top floor of the six-story building and landed on the cement ground in front of the building. She died on the spot. Her skull was smashed, and brain juice mixed with blood flowed everywhere. Due to the high number of people coming and going during dinner time, many students were in shock. The teachers who rushed to the scene immediately called the police and ambulance.
At 8 pm, the forensic doctor and the criminal police started their investigation. They retrieved the surveillance footage of Yingsheng's dinner time and confirmed that it was a suicide.
That night, the parents were notified to retrieve the body, and the case was closed.
Wan Qianqian flipped open the second volume. It was about the surveillance footage and the comments of the students and teachers who investigated Yingsheng.
"Do you believe it?"
Turning around, Yingge was already awake. She leaned against the wall, her face pale. Nan Kang cheated her marriage and Yingsheng committed suicide. In just three days, the two most important people in her life had separated. She was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Pinching her temples, she placed the stack of documents on the table and pulled a chair to sit by the bed. "I know you don't believe me."
"Ah Sheng is a very bright and happy girl. She gets along well with her classmates, has excellent grades, and has her own dreams and future. Last week, when we were on the phone, she told me that she wanted to go to Hawaii during the winter break. I really don't believe it, I don't believe that she would commit suicide."
"Yingge, do you know that sometimes human emotions can be deceiving?"
Many things would not change just because you thought it was true.
Yingge shook her head with a determined expression. "I'm not being emotional. I'm very sure that my sister would never commit suicide."
Wan Qianqian picked up the documents again and scrutinized them carefully. Yingsheng had committed suicide on her own accord. When she committed suicide, there was no one on the entire top floor.
"I just want to investigate this matter. Lawyer Wan, I know what you're capable of. I hope you can help me. Money is not a problem. No matter what, I'm still a small celebrity. I have some savings over the years. If it's not enough, I can take out a loan. I definitely can't let Ah Sheng die for no reason."
Putting a bank card on the table, Yingge asked for her opinion with a pair of eyes.
She shook her head and rejected the bank card. "If there really is a hidden story, it would be a terrible thing."
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