Personal security

Chapter 51: Night of Blood Rain

Although there are many high-rise buildings in the city, Haifeng Economic and Trade Building, located in a prime location in the city, still stands out. Haifeng Industrial Group, a star enterprise in Huanghai City, is located in the building.

At this moment, the entire Haifeng Economic and Trade Building was submerged in the rain. I heard that this Haifeng Building is very impressive. Working as a security guard here costs more than 3,000 yuan a month. It's a pity that SITC Group has never dealt with local security companies. The security guards used are all recruited from outside the group itself.

While Zhao Jianhui was thinking, he looked at the Haifeng Building towering on the roadside through the rain screen in front of him, but he stepped on the brakes in disbelief.

Because his vision was not good, he couldn't help but rub his eyes again.

However, the object he saw just now was like a broken leaf in the wind, clinging to Zhao Jianhui's eyeballs, almost scraping the front of the car, and causing a rain of blood with a snap.

It’s really a rain of blood! pink. Raindrops like shining dewdrops hit the car's glass, and were quickly washed away by the white rain curtain.

Although there were no traces left on the car, Zhao Jianhui knew that an accident had happened.

My body was already soaked anyway, so I didn't care if I got wet in the wind and rain. Zhao Jianhui opened the car door and got out, only to see in front of the car a torn goose-yellow dress wrapped in a pile of meat paste whose shape could no longer be seen. Pink blood emanated from the pile of meat, and was quickly diluted by the cool rain until there was no trace.

Only those long pink and white legs wearing a high-heeled sandal could vaguely tell that the pile of "objects" in front of them was once a woman.

I won't be so unlucky, right? Is it possible to find such a good thing while walking? Zhao Jianhui took a step back and looked at the door of Haifeng Building with a wry smile.

You can already faintly see a group of figures running outside the gate. Damn it, it’s better not to be framed!

Tonight is the tenth anniversary of SITC Industrial, and a celebration will be held in the employee entertainment center on the 44th floor. Not only the company's employees participated, but also provincial and municipal leaders at all levels and heads of departments from some departments were invited to attend the event.

The celebration ceremony was not lengthy. First, the company's chairman Hai Yingmin gave a brief review of the company's development, and then Wang Xuejun, the deputy governor of S Province in charge of economy, and Wang Ren, the deputy mayor of Huanghai City in charge of economy, took turns to express their views on Hai Yingmin. Feng Group’s praise and encouragement.

After the ceremony, Wang Xuejun respected his status and left first. What followed was the usual dancing and karaoke, as well as some lottery activities interspersed.

When Wang Ren came down from the stage, the soft guzheng solo "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" was playing. The lights dimmed, the red and green mercury lamps began to flash, and people in twos and threes were walking onto the dance floor together.

"Why doesn't Mayor Wang jump? They were all beaten when the mayor came up." Hai Yingmin said with a smile to Wang Ren who had just sat down.

"Don't just talk about me, why don't you go dance too!" Wang Ren chuckled.

"Our police force has not yet come to an end, Mayor Wang, hurry up and invite us!" Jia Jingshan, deputy secretary of the Huanghai Municipal and Legal Committee and director of the Public Security Bureau, encouraged with a flattering smile.

Everyone's eyes turned to a stunning girl at the table in the opposite corner. The goose-yellow shirt, goose-yellow skirt, and white bra highlight the whiteness and tenderness of the skin. Under the two thin and curved eyebrows is a straight nose and big black and white eyes. Colorful neon lights swayed on her soft face, faintly like a hazy mist.

This girl is what the director calls a flower in the police world. Her name is Zhou Meirui. Although she is young, only 27 or 28 years old, she is already the director of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Huanghai City Public Security Bureau. Next to Zhou Meirui sat two men, one on the left and one on the right, namely Di Bo, a criminal police officer from the city bureau, and Ye Zhiqiu, the inspector general from the Procuratorate.

"Hai Yingmin's self-cultivation is really good!" Ye Zhiqiu said softly: "Knowing that we are investigating him, he still invites us to participate in the event."

Zhou Meirui snorted softly: "This is his cleverness, he is pretending to have a clear conscience."

Several waitresses in miniskirts were busy circling around like butterflies in the ballroom. Although it is just an entertainment center inside the company, all the furnishings and arrangements here are of high quality. The ladies here are also carefully selected, not only for their first-class appearance, but also for their outstanding temperament. But Zhou Meirui's presence today overshadowed them all. The eyes of the men around the table glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally. Several men stepped forward to invite her to dance, but she declined them all.

The soothing and downbeat music stopped and was replaced by a fast-paced waltz. Several couples walked out of the dance floor, and people stood up from outside the venue and walked into the venue holding hands.

Jia Jingshan became excited: "I am the best at waltz. If you don't go, I will go!"

Wang Ren patted Jia Jingshan on the shoulder, laughed and said: "Go, Lao Jia, you and Xiao Zhou can make out, I'll take care of my brother and sister."

Jia Jingshan smiled and said: "Mayor Wang, am I as bad as you said? In the city hall, the old Jia listens to you, and at home, the old woman listens to me." After saying with a smile, he stood up and walked towards Zhou Meirui, making an invitation gesture. , invited by the top leader of the bureau, Zhou Meirui could only stand up with a look of embarrassment on her face.

Everyone watched the two people enter, held hands and started spinning. Jia Jingshan is tall and thin, but his movements are agile and coordinated even though he is over fifty. Zhou Meirui, on the other hand, has an exquisite figure with distinct concavities and convexities. Both of them danced gracefully and gracefully, attracting the attention of most people outside the venue.

There were more than thirty tables of people in the hall, forming a semicircle around the temporary dance floor. The hall door and window sill of the dance hall constitute the two endpoints of the diameter of the dance hall.

Zhou Meirui's dress fluttered, as if she were a fairy in the sky. Looking at her graceful dancing, the men were fascinated, while the ladies couldn't help but feel ashamed.

The two of them kept spinning like clouds and flowing water, reflecting the neon lights that also rotated rapidly, dazzling the people outside the venue.

I just felt that the two of them were spinning faster and faster, spinning out of the ballroom, and then spinning back again in the blink of an eye.

When the music was about to end, the two suddenly separated. Jia Jingshan shouted in surprise: "Xiao Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Meirui covered her mouth with her hands and ran quickly to the window sill. Everyone watched helplessly as she jumped up and reached out to push open the window. Before anyone could react, Zhou Meirui suddenly jumped out of the window.

Next, the scene that Zhao Jianhui saw on the road just happened.

Everyone knows that if you jump from such a high floor, you will definitely fall into pieces. Doesn’t the dignified Director of the Criminal Investigation Department know this? Or is this Zhou Meirui an idiot? Obviously, this Zhou Meirui could reach the position of director of the Criminal Investigation Department, and his IQ should definitely be no problem. However, something happened, and it happened so suddenly that most people were stunned.

The crowd was silent at first, and then exploded like thunder after a few ladies took the lead in letting out piercing screams. Jia Jingshan and Hai Yingmin were the first to wake up and ran to the window sill.

The crowd followed in droves, completely ignoring the heavy rain pouring in from outside the windows.

"Director!" Di Bo ran to the window and looked at the trembling shoulders and backs of the two people leaning out the window, his voice trembling slightly. Jia Jingshan retreated, his face pale.

His capable female subordinate actually committed suicide in front of him. No matter what the reason was, he must bear the unshirkable leadership responsibility.

Dibo stuck his head out. Outside the window, heavy rain fell, as if crying for that young life again.

Below, the city lights snaked like countless little snakes in the wind and rain. In the dim light, he seemed to see a tiny figure lying motionless on the ground at his feet.

Led by Jia Jingshan, the crowd was already crowded and running outside the door. But the only people who had the courage to rush out of the foyer of Haifeng Building and stand next to Zhao Jianhui were Jia Jingshan, Di Bo and others.

In the distance, the sound of police sirens has sounded!

"Oh, how pitiful, Director Zhou is still so young, why can't he think about it?"

"Yeah, even if you want to commit suicide, you don't have to choose to jump from such a high place, right? You can't even leave a whole body behind..."

No, there's something wrong with this, isn't it? Standing in the crowd, listening to the people around him talking, Zhao Jianhui intuitively felt that something was wrong.

Listening to their discussion, this woman jumped out of the window on her own. But... but..., this is different from what I saw? Is it because of the heavy rain that my eyesight is blurred? Thinking of this, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but raise his head again and look at the precarious Haifeng Building...

No, I can definitely trust my eyes, which have experienced countless tests of blood and fire.

The first to arrive at the scene were the traffic police. A group of male and female police officers set up cordons and isolation ropes in the heavy rain. One man and one woman among them were Gao Xiangbing and the policewoman Zeng Qianrou, who was always inseparable from him.

After finishing his work, Gao Xiangbing turned around and spotted Zhao Jianhui. He walked over and asked, "Boss, why are you here?" Zhao Jianhui smiled bitterly and pointed to the car enclosed by the isolation rope: "Chen Zhili's car passed by. Here, isn’t this a coincidence?”

Gao Xiangbing looked at his fingers, shook his shoulders, and whispered: "Boss, you are so unlucky." "Plop..." Policewoman Zeng Qianrou laughed behind the two people. . Thinking that this was not the right time to laugh, I covered my mouth and held it in painfully.

The police and forensic doctors from the Criminal Investigation Department and Technical Department have begun to work inside the cordon. There are suicide cases witnessed by the mayor, director and dozens of government officials. In fact, there is nothing to study, although everyone is worried about Zhou Meirui. It was a pity that the flowers withered when they shouldn't have, but Zhou Meirui's body was still hurriedly carried into an ambulance and taken to the morgue of the municipal hospital.

As an eyewitness, Zhao Jianhui was fortunate enough to be invited into the police station for investigation. After being asked a few optional questions, he signed an inquiry record and was "bombed" by the police very politely.

In the Starbucks cafe just one block away from the police station, Zhao Jianhui chewed delicious food and drank coffee from time to time. In the meantime, he also had to take some free time to explain what he saw today and the doubts in his heart. Speaking of things, it’s quite a busy job.

"This is what happened." Zhao Jianhui finished speaking, looked at Gao Xiangbing opposite him, then turned to look at Zeng Qianrou, and smiled silently: "Forget it, it's useless to tell you, you are all traffic police, not criminal police, it's useless." Not far from Zhao Jianhui's table, a 23-year-old beauty sat alone at a table. While Zhao Jianhui was speaking, she sat quietly, biting her lower lip tightly, her two slender white hands holding the coffee cup turned blankly, and her eyes were filled with tears.

When Zhao Jianhui finished speaking, there was a light "pop" sound, and the cup in the woman's hand broke into two halves. Zhao Jianhui turned around when he heard the sound and saw that her hand was swollen, and the hot coffee and blood were flowing down.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Jianhui walked over, grabbed her wrist, and pressed the napkin on her wound.

"Zhou Wanyi, may I ask, are you..." The woman shook her head, indicating that she was fine. At the same time, he asked with a soft and magnetic voice, as beautiful as the first song of an oriole. However, there was a hint of sadness in that voice.