Chapter 208: Caller ID: Tianlin Province?

Jiyi Culture Company in Beijing?

Liu Lang knew the specific location through the blue screen. Of course I also heard their conversation.

He made a direct call, and the phone number was exactly the mobile phone number of the person who called just now in the recording studio on the first floor of Jiyi Culture Company in Beijing.

"Um?"

"The caller ID's location: Tianlin Province?"

The man who had just hung up the phone and was about to put the phone in his pocket looked at the incoming call and frowned.

He ignored it and hung up the phone.

After all, there have never been any strange calls from Tianlin Province. Even if there were, they were just harassing calls and strange numbers specifically recommending business.

Now that he has big things to do, he has no time to deal with such irrelevant and annoying phone calls.

If Ben Xi's matter is not handled well, it will put his and his partner's lives in danger. Whether his partner dies or not has nothing to do with him. The most important thing is his own life.

For a moment, he even wanted to run away and stop caring about this matter. However, he knew that he could not hide from the first grade of junior high school, but he could not hide from the fifteenth grade. He would still be found out when the time came.

After all, Benxi is a public figure, and she did indeed die in front of him. When the time comes to investigate, he will not be able to explain clearly. Who would believe that Benxi would commit suicide?

Even if those who convict him finally found out that Benxi died of suicide and did not convict him, if they knew it was because of him that Benxi committed suicide, they would have drowned every one of Benxi's hundreds of thousands of die-hard fans with saliva. .

If a few die-hard die-hard fans who are not afraid of death come to him for no apparent reason, there is nothing he can do. If he is unlucky, he may be intercepted by Benxi's crazy fans, and that's the end of the game.

The best way is to make this matter watertight and seamless, so that no one can notice that this matter has anything to do with him, and then everything will be fine.

The most fearful person at this time is Tong Keke.

Her face was pale, and she was sitting on a chair next to the recording equipment. Her heart was beating very fast, and her body was shaking violently because of fear.

Her chair could be heard creaking a little in the recording studio, and she was filled with panic. If she hadn't been sitting on the chair, she would have fallen to the ground at this moment.

She had never faced a murder scene like this before. Although she saw with her own eyes that Benxi stabbed himself on impulse, it was all because those two people forced Benxi.

She was afraid that in order not to expose the matter, those two people would just come over and do it to her. If she really called her daddy and her daddy didn't respond, and if she called mommy and her mom didn't respond, she would have a high chance of death.

She is still young, her career is on the rise, and her future is bright. If it ends like this for no reason, thank you.

Live, of course you have to live.

Who wants to die if he can live?

Ants are still alive, let alone humans?

Life is more important than anything else, isn't it?

Tong Keke has figured out everything. They are two grown men, and she can't possibly beat them.

As long as she could survive, she bit her lips lightly, even...even...of course that was the last option...

She pretended to be calm and secretly took a breath of air to make herself less nervous.

The man threw his cell phone into his trouser pocket and glanced at Benxi who was lying on the ground. His pair of beautiful eyes that were originally particularly agile now stared at them lifelessly. He sighed secretly: "It's a pity... it's a pity. Got a beautiful baby..."

Then, he whispered a few words in another man's ear. While talking, the two of them kept looking at Tong Keke. The man who listened carefully listened and nodded, without opening his mouth, relying solely on the sounds coming from his throat: "Hmm... um... um..."

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