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Chapter 813 Burning Heart
Beep beep, beep beep beep.

For a while, Gan Jing felt that he had been waiting a long time.

He hasn't been in such an emotion for a long time, but he is still unconsciously a little nervous when it comes to the real personal safety of other people.

Life is not the same as acting, there are no rehearsals.

"Hello, who is it?" A somewhat alarmed voice sounded after connecting.

"It's me, why are you like this now!" Gan Jing's voice was a little angry, disappointed, but also a little scared and worried.

There is enough emotion in one sentence.

In front of Gan Jing was an open notebook, which contained a video with the police. At this moment, the policemen on the screen nodded silently, feeling that their voices and tone were fine.

"It's all for you! Why didn't you answer my phone! Why! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here today!" The suspect became angry when he heard the familiar voice.

"At this point today, is it only my responsibility?" Gan Jing asked back with tears in his eyes, and the emotion in his words was still very appropriate.

"It's not who you are! Why are you going abroad! Why are you leaving me?" the suspect growled.

Gan Jing sobbed for a while, and the only answer was the occasional cry.

The eyes of the policemen in the video on the screen were about to widen, and this A-Gump actually cried out. He fell into the scene as if the suspect was actually sitting in the air in front of him.

"I, I, can we start again?" Gan Jing broke down in tears, "Why did we come to this point?"

There was silence on the phone.

Gan Jing didn't get a response, he was startled, did he say something wrong?
The information provided by the police was very limited, so he could only fill in the content of his speech according to his imagination, but before making the call, Gan Jing wished that the operation would go smoothly.

About 30 seconds later, when even the faces of the police in the video became serious, the voice from the phone rang again.

"I can't go back, I really can't go back." The suspect's voice muttered to himself, followed by a grunt.

Gan Jing pinched the phone, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

"What's wrong with you? We can start over, I'll wait for you." He continued to speak in the suspect's wife's voice.

The phone didn't hang up, but there was no sound.

In the notebook video, the police make various contacts and issue orders.

Gan Jing didn't dare to hang up the phone, so he stood in front of his cell phone and notebook.

About five or six minutes later, the voice came back from the phone, but it was already from the police.

"Forrest Gump, the hostages have been rescued, and the siblings are unharmed." A young voice said forcefully, but he hesitated in the next words.

"That's good, as long as the hostage is fine." Gan Jing really breathed a sigh of relief.

"The suspect took poison, paraquat." The young voice hesitated.

Gan Jing was a little strange, and vaguely heard the voice of the people next to him stopping him from speaking, and immediately asked: "Is there anything else I can do to help? It's okay, just tell me. When I was a security guard, I was never afraid of hard work." .” He was in a daze, the time when he was a security guard was far away, but also very close.

Hearing what A-Gump said, the voice on the phone made up his mind to speak.

"We saw a lot of posters in his room, um, it's yours, and there seems to be a signed photo of you." The young voice said slowly.

"Oh……"

Gan Jing only uttered such a word, and his heart suddenly became mixed.

After a while, he muttered to himself: "Maybe, we can adapt this matter, um... a bit sad, forget it, comrades in the police, pay attention to safety."

"Okay, then hang up the phone, and I will judge you as a good citizen later." The policeman said that he was about to hang up the phone.

Gan Jing hurriedly stopped him: "No need, no need, please don't reveal this matter to the outside world, I don't need such publicity, I am quite popular in myself. Well, it can be regarded as a little request for being a good citizen."

"It's easy. Then make a pennant and let the police station in the jurisdiction send it to you."

After a few greetings, the phone hung up.

Gan Jing was stunned for a while, and the time was already eleven fifty.

The egg fried rice on the dinner table was already cold, and he had no desire to eat it.

To say that he had a good rest, it would be a shame to encounter such an incident, but it would be great if the hostages were safe, but then he suddenly knew that the suspect might be his fan, which brought a great touch.

Gan Jing didn't know why the former couple got into such a situation, but he really had a feeling of confiding in his heart.

"I'll find someone to find out about the situation tomorrow, and take a picture if I can." Gan Jing flipped through the text messages on his phone, thinking about a question, now that he's at this stage, should he take the initiative to shoulder the social responsibilities of some actors?

As an actor, he is very glamorous under the spotlight, but as long as outsiders mention it, the entertainment industry is a big dye vat, which is too demonized.

Said it is a dyeing vat, the first time Gan Jing heard this description was "society is a big dyeing vat".

Perhaps, you can speak more at some events or conferences?I am a national first-class actor.

Gan Jing tossed this idea in his heart, felt that speaking out was only one aspect, and more action should be put into it, but this was another difficulty. It was quite difficult to shoot his own works well. If he had to restrain himself, then It's even more difficult.

That night Gan Jing slowly fell asleep with complicated emotions, and when he woke up, he still vaguely remembered that he had a dream about a fan meeting.

He cleaned up briefly, turned on the computer and looked at the news, and found that the news about himself was still the same as before, so he was relieved.

What I did yesterday was certainly a good thing, but if it gets publicized, some media who want to blog may try their best to interview the hostages' siblings and the suspect's wife.

Gan Jing ate some breakfast, chatted with Lazy Gouzi for a while, then called the nanny car and went straight to the company.

"Old Chen, come on, take the documents and drown me." Gan Jing, who had entered the working state, pushed open the door of President Chen Huihong's office aggressively.

Lao Chen is a workaholic, and this meeting is already at his desk reviewing the documents handed in by the department below. Hearing this, he looked at A-Gump: "What's the matter? Have you played enough? Are you going to start work? I can handle these documents, you should take a look at your schedule."

"Eh? Yes. There is progress." Sitting across from him, Gan Jing praised him, then changed the tone, and said, "You ask the people in the company to help me pay attention to whether there are any criminal-themed works, such as scripts, novels, and real cases. It can be edited."

"Are you addicted to suspense acting?" Lao Chen wondered, "Didn't you and Huang Bo act in "Memory of a Murderer"?"

Gan Jing thought for a while, but it was not very easy to describe the expression desire accumulated in his heart. He just said: "It doesn't have to be suspenseful, it's better to reflect the suspect's psychological process, um, it has more character tension."

"Then you have to look for it. Pay attention, our company has several films to start next year, and Anle Films is also planning to shoot "Chill 2". It's hard to squeeze out the schedule."

"Look around first, I want to act in this category more now." Gan Jing exhaled, pointing to himself, "Actor, you have to forgive his desire to express."

Old Chen shrugged, not understanding why A-Gump suddenly wanted to disrupt the schedule, but, as he said, actors, especially big-name actors, always have the right to be willful.

He quickly assigned A-Gump's request to the next generation, and when Gan Jing learned about the company's project next year, the highly efficient receipt came in the afternoon.

A script came into view.

"Scorching Sun".

(End of this chapter)