MTL - Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry-Chapter 18 a lost dream

Qin Jue twitched the corners of his mouth: "I thought my dad would call me after I left for one night and half a day."

"He didn't hit, did he?" the policewoman asked.

Qin Jue nodded: "I got even more angry. I just came back to apply for a replacement ID card, and did nothing else."

"How did you get from the station to the police station?"

"It's all a taxi."

Officer Li calculated the time, and it was indeed right.

He suddenly asked, "What conflict did you have with your father on your birthday?"

Qin Jue pursed his lips: "Nothing."

"Student Qin, you must answer the question directly. What kind of conflict did you have, and how did you and the director meet?" Officer Li said seriously.

... Qin Jue sighed.

"Domestic violence." She whispered, "Since my family went bankrupt and my dad was drinking heavily, he has been beating me."

"On my birthday, he tore up my admission letter. We quarreled twice. He hit me again, and I ran out."

The policewoman put her hand lightly on hers: "And then, where did you run to?"

"I have a boxing gym that I often go to."

Qin Jue's voice was still low: "There are a lot of gangsters in the street at night, and sometimes they fight with them. Director Jiang invited me to make a cameo just because he saw me fighting."

In a place that Qin Jue couldn't see, the policewoman nodded to Officer Li. She saw Qin Jue fighting with another person in the backstory video just now.

"Why do you fight? After being raped by your father, do you want to use violence to vent?" the policewoman asked again.

"There's a reason for this." Qin Jue looked up at her and looked away again, "Also... My mother said that it was a shame to be known that the bruises on my body were hit by my father. No, so she asked me to say that I had a fight with someone else when the teacher asked me. After a long time, I would really fight. "

The policewoman's delicate eyebrows furrowed: "Your mother knows about your father's domestic violence? Are you both victims of domestic violence?"

She asked in detail because this kind of behavior affects the credit reporting system and also involves issues such as property.

In the contemporary society with strict credit system and strict laws and regulations, even if a person dies, his illegal actions will not be forgiven.

"No. My dad doesn't do anything to my mom."

Qin Jue said in a sullen voice, "My mother is often on business trips. When she is not around, my father will beat me. My mother... knows about this, but she will come over and apply medicine to me, which is good."

Where is this good. The word "Chuan" between the policewoman's brows deepened, and Officer Li used her eyes to signal her to control her emotions.

"Okay, so that's it, you left Liancheng on the night of the 19th, went back and forth between Liancheng and Shencheng on the 21st, and have been filming in Shencheng since then, right?"

"Yes." Qin Jue nodded, "I finished filming yesterday and stayed for an extra night. I got paid today and planned to come back. I received a call on the way."

She was silent for a few seconds, and then she said, "Although my relationship with my dad is not good, it's really impossible for him to drive out suddenly. I don't think it was an accident, or at least there are other reasons."

"We will continue to investigate this point." Officer Li said, "That Lu Rui 37 is your family's private car. The explosion of the electric car is very rare, and the equipment inside was also damaged in the explosion. There is no way to check the video and other information. It's weird."

"What? Wait, didn't the system call the police when my dad had an accident?" Qin Jue seemed to remember this question.

"No. We speculate that the system in the car failed before the accident. From the monitoring point of view, your father broke through the fence when turning a corner. That mountain road is indeed an accident-prone place, but there are very few Lurey series cars. There are security breaches."

"But this is not something you have to worry about. Our people's police will try our best to restore the truth." Officer Li said.

"Student Qin." The policewoman seized the opportunity to interject, "Do you have any evidence to prove your father's domestic violence? Recordings, photos, videos, or scars are fine."

Qin Jue was stunned for a moment: "There are injuries, but I was on the set these days, and I also had injuries while filming, and they have been covered together..."

As she spoke, she turned around halfway and pulled up her clothes.

The policewoman couldn't help but want to help her forehead. This child is too sincere. At this time, she can directly identify her with a little thought.

"Then go back and think about it, is there any evidence." The policewoman looked at her blue and purple body and felt distressed, and whispered, "You can keep your mother from knowing."

Many families will prevent victims of domestic violence from telling their experiences out of the psychology of domestic shame.

"...Well, I'll try it." Qin Jue didn't say much, "Thank you."

Her questioning ended here. Officer Li took her to sign the body claim form and the autopsy permit. Two other officers drove her home. Qin Jingsheng's body was left at the police station and transported to the police station after forensic examination. Funeral home freezing.

"Student Qin, do you need us to leave someone to accompany you?" This time the driver was a young police officer.

Qin Jue shook his head.

"It's okay, I'll be at home waiting for my mother to come back." She took a breath and said.

"Okay, just call the police if you have any problems. We are on duty 24 hours a day. If you have any clues, you can tell us at any time."

"OK."

Qin Jue watched the police car go away.

She stayed at home alone, and the house was empty.

After sitting quietly on the sofa for a few minutes, Qin Jue got up and searched the living room. She didn't lie when she answered the question, Qin Jingsheng did tear up her admission letter on her birthday.

Of course Qin Jingsheng wouldn't sweep the floor by himself. In his words, what kind of a big man would do such a trivial thing. They bought two sweeping robots at home, with their own vacuuming function, and they would automatically go downstairs every week to dump the garbage into the garbage storage box in front of the unit door, but after Qin Jingsheng died, no one opened the door, so naturally he did not go out.

Qin Jue opened their trash bin and found a few conspicuous pieces inside.

She shook the dust and pieced together the general content.

The admission notice of Jingcheng University of the Arts.

Oh, she remembered.

At the age of 19, she was admitted to the music department of Jingyi, majoring in composition and composition technology theory.

Jiang Qiuyue has never been stingy with education expenditures. Qin Jue went to a prestigious aristocratic private school in Liancheng for junior high school, and an international school with more expensive tuition fees for high school. There were only more than 100 people in a grade, and the number of students in each class varied. If they are over 30, they do not take the college entrance examination. From the second year of high school, they will be divided into classes according to their intended countries, and they will prepare for TOEFL, IELTS, GRE and other tests in a targeted manner.

Qin Jue was brought up by Jiang Qiuyue'er. She kept her distance from everyone at school, and she didn't have any friends. However, she became more popular when it came to cultural festivals or performances, because she was always the one who was pushed to perform.

In an international high school, the relationship between classmates is not very good, because I don't know when the person you just met will go abroad to study first, and there is no time to deepen the relationship with each other. It's even more embarrassing when there is a performance party. Everyone is preparing to apply for an offer. Even if they have time, they are more willing to go out with friends or rest by themselves. Every time the teacher can't organize people, he habitually takes Qin Jue, an honest man, over there. .

Because Qin Jue was good at piano and guitar from elementary school, his music theory and performance skills were pretty good. From junior high school to high school, he was either the person who was in charge of copying and copying the score in the choir, or the arranger in the western orchestra, and he was very instrumental.

It's been such a long time, she finally found a little interest other than fighting. After submitting an application to a foreign university in the second semester of high school, she learned the relevant theoretical knowledge by herself while waiting for the offer, and passed. Written test and online interview, because there is no college entrance examination result, and the extra general education test scoring process is longer, so the admission letter arrives a little later.

Qin Jue watched for a while, then dumped the debris and dust in his hand back into the garbage bin, opened the door and let the two sweeping robots go out to clean himself.

"Dad..."

"I'm fine." Qin Jue smiled, "I just don't think it's suitable anymore."

The dream before the end of the world was too far away, and even she couldn't remember it earlier, so there was no need to force the present self to meet the ideals of the past.

What's more, whether to devote energy to a career you love is not determined by an admission letter. As long as she has the heart, she can continue to study anytime, anywhere.

Sen Ran replied obediently and didn't speak any more.

Qin Jue waited for a while, and saw the two sweeping robots come back one after another. The one who came in last turned around, slammed the door twice, and closed the door. The top electronic screen displayed a =V=, and flashed. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Robots are so human, but people are not. She smiled lightly.

After setting them to sleep, Qin Jue went into the study and found a spare phone in the drawer, which was associated with the call records of Qin Jingsheng's mobile phone.

She called the police station and told them that the related records showed that Qin Jingsheng received a call from out of town on the day of the incident, but she did not know what the content was.

It was the plainclothes who answered the phone. He wrote down the call time and duration and other information, and told Qin Jue to rest assured that they would investigate to the end.

"It's troublesome." Qin Jue's tone was slightly heavy, and the end tone showed a hint of exhaustion.

"Student Qin, take a good rest first. We will also send someone to pick you up from your mother's side, don't worry."

"Okay, thank you."

Qin Jue hung up the phone and smacked his lips. He felt that his lines were very good. Maybe he was really suitable to be an actor, even a voice actor.

She laughed at herself, knowing that the police would sooner or later find out the MLM organization and restore the "truth", so she stopped wasting her time and went back to her bedroom to quickly fall asleep.

On the bedside table, next to the electronic clock, Qin Jue's mobile phone screen faintly revealed the shape of a slow-flowing Ouroboros, like a dynamic picture that keeps spinning in circles when loading a page.

In the huge system space, rows of characters flow up and down, flashing green light. Sen Ran was entangled in the complicated information flow, where a pair of lantern-like snake eyes stared, and the information was immediately rearranged and combined, from garbled code to clear and accurate data.

Qin Jue's soul strength is her "electricity", Sen Ran transformed into a virtual girl image, leaning beside her snake, her palm-sized face was full of seriousness that did not match her appearance.

She can't be lazy anymore. In the next few days, she will completely digest the spicy chicken system!