On the Waibaidu Bridge, the staff of all units preparing to rescue the survivors have been put in place, and everyone is like a great enemy, only the protagonist who jumped into the river is as if nothing happened, always holding Zhang Jiaoerlang's indifferent face, as if he was actually an onlooker, and it was these people in front of him who really wanted to die.

"Mr. Qu, no matter how hard it is, there is always a solution, why do you take this most negative and undesirable way? Isn't this a hard time with yourself? Even if you refuse to talk to your father, there is always someone in the Qu Group who will make you trust and willing to say a few words, right? "The man in the expert's overalls was very sincere.

With a contemptuous smile, Qu Zhaodi shook from side to side twice, causing another scream. Then he replied: "No matter who it is, as long as you dare to make a call to the Dragon Sky Tower, I will jump down immediately!" ”

The threat was released, and the negotiators were thrown aside. He yelled at the reporter who was honestly hiding in the corner to shoot: "The one who carried the camera came from the TV station, right?" Yes, yes, don't look around, it's you who call, you lean over, get closer, the others back off, back off, don't disturb the cameraman's work, give me a close-up, great, this angle is just right for me......"

If you are filming a movie called "Jumping the River" now, Qu Zhaodi is an actor and director. Waiting for the cameraman to move closer to the cannon barrel on his shoulder, Qu Zhaodi cleared his throat and sorted out his T-shirt, trying to hold back a serious voice:

"Audience friends, please listen well, I, Qu Zhaodi, am not impatient to live, and I want to judge myself for a good future in the future. But my mother died so unjustly, if I didn't get justice for her in this way, I didn't know who would really listen to me tell the truth! ”

The negotiator hurriedly answered: "Mr. Qu, with the international reputation of the Qu Group, you will gather a group of listeners when you move your lips, there is no need to attract attention in this way!" It's too dangerous, I think you'd better come down and have something to say! ”

Qu Zhaodi said: "It is precisely because of the strong social influence of the Qu Group that I have to take this step. The so-called audience in your mouth is all the guys who are shouting for Quyang Energy, how can I let me make an accusation against my father and their idol? Ten years ago, Qu Mairong had the ability to kill my mother Yao Ziqian, and with today's power and status, he can easily kill me and kill me, and then dissociate himself from all these things! ”

"What? Quyang Energy's controlling person killed his wife? ”

Even if it was a bamboo basket of poisonous snakes thrown at the crowd with his head covered in the face, the panic caused was less than one-ten-thousandth of this news, and the onlookers who were already boiling were even more shocked, and there was a moment of silence on the bridge deck.

The tall negotiator was a little stunned, probably in his twenty years of practice, he had never encountered such a difficult case.

Qu Zhaodi was not satisfied with the turmoil he had created, so he poked his head into the camera and repeated it repeatedly: "More than 20 years ago, my father, Qu Mairong, the current president of the Qu Group, murdered my biological mother Yao Ziqian and embezzled Yao Jiayuan's coal mining assets in Suifenhe City, Heilongjiang!" I hope that I can exchange my death for the investigation of Qu Mairong by the relevant authorities, and I hope that Qu Mairong can come to his senses and understand that the success built on the corpses of others is more vulnerable than the sandcastles on the beach! ”

After saying these words, it was time for Qu Zhaodi to jump into the river, and the tide of the Huangpu River, which was shining obliquely at sunset, was gradually rising, and on the river not far from the place where the incident occurred, there were always two Pujiang patrol boats with red police lights spinning, "Xunjiang No. 1" and "Xunjiang No. 2," waiting for them. But because of the turbulence of the river, Qu Zhaodi disappeared after a few times after falling into the water, and the patrol boat symbolically put down the frogman to salvage, and in the end could only look at the water and sigh for nothing.

However, after the search and rescue operation failed, the staff members on the two ships looked at each other, but there was no helplessness in their eyes, and even two people secretly gave a thumbs up, as if to signal that "the operation was successful".

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At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, located in the luxury villa area of Jiangfeng Bay, Yanjiang Road, Pudong New Area, the lights in the Qu family's mansion were bright, and there was no feeling that the night was deep.

In fact, the flashing police car had just left with several policemen who had come to investigate the case of Qu Zhaodi jumping into the river, and today was only the beginning of the investigation.

It stands to reason that his own son did not hesitate to die to accuse Lao Tzu of first-degree murder, and Qu Mairong should be sent directly to the police station, but after reading the news, his blood pressure rushed to 180, so he had to be sent home as soon as possible and treated by a family special care doctor.

The whistling of the police car faded away, and Qu Mairong, who was lying on the bed, looked dying. He raised his withered hand to summon, and the two little nurses on duty at night hurriedly rushed to the bed, asking the old man with concern whether he was hungry or thirsty.

"You guys, get out." Qu Mairong was neither hungry nor thirsty, and issued an expulsion order against them.

"This ......" The nurses were confused, neither daring to say no, nor really throwing the patient out of the room.

"Go and wait next door, I'm here." A dry voice rang out, and it was a short, stocky, white-rimmed doctor speaking. And he was standing in the doorway, with his hand still on the doorknob.

"Okay, okay Doctor Wang, let's go out!" The doctor's order was the real order, and the nurses breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of their bedrooms as if they had been granted amnesty, and Dr. Wang closed the door after giving them a way out.

The moment the bright light in the hallway cut off the door, the frail patient jumped out of bed, and it seemed that as the light dimmed, his body recovered.

Dr. Wang hurriedly walked over and persuaded with concern: "Mr. Qu, your blood pressure value of 180 is real, you should pay more attention......

"Leave me alone, I don't have much time to deal with this mess! Let me go to see Zhaohang! ”

Qu Mairong pushed Dr. Wang away and rushed to the door in a few steps. But when he opened the door, a cautious expression was put on his face like a mask, and when he was sure that there was no one outside the door, he flashed out quickly. In his own house, he was panicked like a thief.

The Doctor Wang stared at his back, and he couldn't tell what the strange expression was on his fat face.

On the third floor of the Qu family's villa, Qu Mairong's sick youngest son Qu Zhaohang lives. Except for a nurse surnamed Zhou who comes to take care of patients every day, only Dr. Wang frequents here. The rest of the people waited for no one to dare to approach at will.

It is said that Qu Zhaohang was born with a strange disease, his skin was broken at the touch of a button, and he could not see the sun, if it was not controlled, even if it did not become a mess of meat, it would have to be sunburned by the sun.

Therefore, all the windows on the third floor are sealed with black metal plates, not only do not allow a little sunlight to enter, but even the lights are dim like ghost fires, this haunted and terrifying atmosphere can not only protect Qu Zhaohang, but also make people who are curious and want to find out stop.

"You mean he made the first move?" In the gloomy room, a young voice asked leisurely. That was Qu Zhaohang.

Qu Mairong stood on crutches by the only lit floor lamp in the room, the light turned to the lowest setting, illuminating him like a fleeting ghost.