The rays of the setting sun shone on the rooftop terrace. Chen Qingsong threw himself on the street, his eyes protruding and bloodshot, and he could not rest in peace.Blood flowed out from his chest and abdomen like a rotten watermelon, flowing in waves, soaking a large area of ​​cement floor red.The tourists all stayed away from this place and fled to other places. However, most of them were reluctant to leave and looked at it from a distance.Effie and the Fugui brothers, along with several building security personnel, took a special elevator to the top of the building. A murder occurred here, and Huaqiang Swire Group must be responsible. Effie signaled the security personnel to step forward and capture the uncle holding a fruit knife.Li Jiankun waved his hand to stop them.The gray-haired uncle showed no intention of running away. He panted slightly and sat down next to Chen Qingsong's body. He took out a pack of cheap Red Double Happiness cigarettes from his pocket and tried to pull one out, but his hands were covered with blood. It instantly flowed into the cigarette box, dyeing the entire small half pack of cigarettes red and soaking them.The uncle threw away his cigarette case, looked up at the sunset, and sighed.Li Jiankun waved to the wealthy brothers, and Zhang Gui presented a Cuban cigar. Li Jiankun lit it with a metal lighter and walked forward."Chairman..." Effie wanted to stop him. Such a move would cause unnecessary trouble, as if he knew the perpetrator.Li Jiankun ignored it, came to the uncle's side, and put the cigar to his mouth. "Smoke this."The uncle looked at him and didn't refuse. He picked it up with his mouth and took a sip. His mouth was immediately filled with the rich taste of chocolate. He narrowed his eyes comfortably and said, "What a smoke!""Terminal cancer?" Li Jiankun asked.The uncle nodded and said calmly: "Lymphoma, chemotherapy is of little significance. Besides, I don't have money. The doctor said that I only have three months left at most.""Is there anyone else at home?" Li Jiankun asked again."My wife passed away early, and I only have one son. He was speculating in Jianing's stocks. He owed too much money and couldn't afford to pay it back, so he jumped off the building."Li Jiankun was silent for a while and asked in a low voice: "Do you have any wishes?"The uncle didn't touch the cigar with his hands, shook his mouth to indicate, and then grinned: "Is this kind of pipe enough?"Li Jiankun nodded slightly, indicating that he understood. When he was about to leave, the uncle called out to him: "It shouldn't be a bad thing if you don't deal with this bitch. You are from the Huaqiang Swire Group...""boss.""Then you are a good person. I often read newspapers." The uncle reached out to the pile of offal under Chen Qingsong with his bloody hands and said to him in a low voice, "There is something in here. He is hiding it in his body. It must be something serious." , find a way to take it away.”Li Jiankun was surprised. He looked along his right hand and noticed that in the pile of offal flowing out of Chen Qingsong's body, there was a flake that was covered in blood and couldn't tell what it was."vomit!"Li Jiankun suppressed his nausea and nodded Wei Kecha. He then turned sideways and ordered Effie: "Ask all the security personnel to come up and guide the tourists down in an orderly manner. Don't block the sightseeing escalator. The police will definitely be coming soon."Effie thought to herself, if the police want to come up, they can take our internal elevator, but she didn't ask any more questions, took the walkie-talkie from the hand of a security guard next to her, and started to make arrangements.Not long after, the roof of the building became restless again.While the security personnel were diverting tourists, the blood-stained piece was taken away by Zhang Gui.-"On the top floor of the Huaqiang Swire Building, there was a murder case in Rongpu. The interrogation begins to understand the case. The person to be interviewed is: Li Jiankun, the chairman of the Huaqiang Swire Group."Central Police Station.In a quiet interrogation room, Li Jiankun sat alone on one side of a long table in the middle. There was a recording device that looked like a tape projector on the table. Opposite him were two agents, one of whom was Liu from the Kowloon Police Center. Inspector -He has been mainly responsible for the Jianing case.Inspector Liu: "Mr. Li, why did Chen Qingsong go to Huaqiang Swire Building to find you?"Li Jiankun: "Make peace."Inspector Liu: "Make peace? Chen Qingsong is arrogant. I have never heard of anyone who he has surrendered to."Li Jiankun: "This 'who' does not include me."Two Sirs: "..."Inspector Liu: "Many witnesses saw that you talked to the assailant and gave him a cigar. What is your relationship with him?"Li Jiankun: "Sir Liu, you are a smart man. If I really have a relationship with him, will you give him cigarettes? Don't you want to avoid suspicion?"Inspector Liu: "Please explain why you talked to him and gave him a cigarette?"Li Jiankun: "Aren't you angry because Chen Qingsong sent a killer to kill me? From the bottom of my heart, of course I hope that his evil will be punished, but I am a serious businessman and will not do that. Suddenly an uncle rushed out and said this for me , Is it illegal for me to be friendly to him?"Inspector Liu: "We will investigate further whether you are related to the perpetrator. Next question: Witnesses saw that your people had been close to Chen Qingsong's body and seemed to have taken something."Li Jiankun: "It seems?"Inspector Liu: "The witness cannot be 100% sure. The scene was chaotic at the time. Your security personnel built a human wall and the view was blocked, but he did see your people approaching Chen Qingsong's body. I need to remind you, not only It was a tourist who noticed it, and you’d better be honest about it.”Li Jiankun: "I don't know, they may have stepped forward to see if Chen Qingsong could be rescued."Inspector Liu: "Mr. Li!"Li Jiankun: "How do you want me to answer what I don't know? Who the witnesses saw, you just summon him for questioning."In the Rongpu murder case, the case was simple and clear, and the motive for the crime was clear. The police found out without much effort that the uncle who committed the crime did have a son who jumped to his death due to failure in stock trading last year.The uncle explained everything very simply: he was not going to die soon, he had worked hard all his life, but he had never visited even the small port city.I just want to walk around before I die and visit the scenic spots that I wanted to go to but didn’t have time to go to, or didn’t want to go to.That afternoon, like many tourists, he bought a ticket and came to the banyan garden, carrying a canvas bag with some dry food and fruits in it, including the fruit knife.Then he noticed Chen Qingsong laughing maniacally, and from the latter's words, he confirmed his identity - the boss behind the Jianing Group.His only son lost all his money by speculating in Jianing's stocks and was burdened with huge debts. He jumped off a building in desperation and died.His heart aroused infinite grief and anger, so he took out the fruit knife from his bag, rushed forward and stabbed Chen Qingsong wildly, without even thinking of leaving a way for Chen Qingsong to survive, including himself.The uncle said that he originally wanted to kill Chen Qingsong by wiping his neck and committing suicide. But someone came forward and gave him a top-notch cigar that he had never enjoyed in his life. He couldn't bear the taste and wanted to finish it. Before he could finish it, the police arrived..."I'm afraid Chen Qingsong didn't expect that he would die this way." Inspector Liu said with regret when seeing Li Jiankun off.No matter how you say it, Chen Qingsong is a heroic figure after all.Not to mention Chen Qingsong himself, who would have thought that his life, which no one seemed to be able to control, would be ruined in the hands of a janitor uncle?Li Jiankun suddenly remembered the scene of Chen Qingsong cooing at him before he died. At that time, he really didn't hear a word clearly. Now that he thought about it, Chen Qingsong seemed to want to say: "I would rather die in your hands!"