Chapter 624 "Who Is the Detective: Pilot" (Part 2)

"Hey, this doesn't seem to be an office..."

Wang Rou turned around in surprise and wanted to communicate with the staff, but she happened to see the other party closing the door.

Confusion appeared on her face, and she turned back a little cautiously, tentatively walking deeper into the room.

The place is not too spacious, but the lighting is bright, so you won't feel stuffy. A transparent glass wall divides the entire space into two parts. The area where Wang Rou is located is more like an area that only serves the function of chatting. The open space is large and there are only two conspicuous indoor facilities around it except for decorative plants.

The first is a simple and casual table and chair combination, with a small round table paired with two chairs and a laptop placed on the table; the second is a creative wall bookcase with decreasing heights from right to left, with a glass door on the far right, which contains various items. There are books and materials. In the middle is a transparent display cabinet, which contains banners, certificates, trophies and other items. On the far left is a solid design under the upper glass. The glass frame is about half an arm high. It is a small cube box with a sticker on the outside. There was a piece of paper, with a rectangular solid locker at the bottom that was more than half a person tall. The door was smooth and had no handles, and three lines of numbers were written on it in terrifying red handwriting.

"514382...514382...9163...what does it mean?"

Wang Rou took a look there, murmured a few words, and walked forward in confusion. When she passed the transparent glass partition in front of her, her expression immediately changed.

"ah!"

She was startled and took half a step back.

It was a body lying on the ground.

…

"Dip-dip-dip-"

The moment Luo Han's eyes fell on the corpse, an alarm sounded in the room, like a signal to start.

"Ouch. That scared me to death."

He was not frightened by the corpse. Instead, he was frightened by the sudden sound and pressed his heart. He looked at one of the cameras with a dumbfounded look.

"Wow, this... looks like the real thing."

Luo Han sighed while walking over lightly.

[Is the program team so big? 666]

[If you don’t understand, just ask, is this a simulation doll? It’s the first time I’ve seen such a big one, it’s really almost like a real person]

[Looks pretty good-looking]

[It’s OK to use this kind of silicone doll to make a corpse, and it doesn’t look too scary]

[? Hahahahahaha Teacher Luo wants to laugh me to death]

"Oh, oh, oh, sorry, sorry."

Luo Han squatted down to check the corpse (NPC) and caught a glimpse of blood on the side of his hair. As a result, he accidentally pulled down the NPC's wig, revealing a bald head with a wound. The scene suddenly changed from suspense to comedy.

Luo Han couldn't help but smile, and quickly gathered her emotions to take a closer look at the red spot on the side of her head.

…

"Huh, it was 8 a.m. on July 25. The location was suspected to be the chief director's office. A deceased person was found in the bar entertainment area of ​​the scene."

After the siren sounded, Zhan Xuesong immediately realized the program team's settings and skillfully entered the case-handling state.

While narrating clearly, he walked forward and squatted down to observe the corpse, without reaching out to touch the NPC.

"Male, between 1.75 and 1.8 meters tall, with a fresh hairstyle and slightly long bangs, a clean face and casual and fashionable clothes. His age is initially estimated to be between 20 and 25 years old."

The simulation dolls all have young faces, and Zhan Xuesong guessed very conservatively.

"The victim had nosebleeds, but the fatal injury was obviously not here."

He pushed up the half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and frowned slightly to look at the blood stains on the head of the corpse.

"The blood flow is moderate, not a large amount of blood loss." Zhan Xuesong pondered for a few seconds, "There is a wound on the side of the head, suspected of being injured by a sharp weapon..."

——"I thought it was strange at the time, because first of all, the wound on his (NPC) head was not deep and there was not much bleeding. Then I put on gloves and touched his wound and found an obvious swelling. It was obviously not a stab wound. It’s not a cut wound, it’s an impact injury.”

When the scene turned, Zhan Xuesong was sitting in front of a small blackboard background, reviewing the situation just like an interview. It was obviously edited and spliced ​​by the program team later.

——"Then I found an ornament suspected to be the murder weapon not far from the body."

he continued.

…

"Ah! Is this, is this a murder weapon?...Ah, it's so heavy."

Lan Jiaqing held the hem of her skirt and squatted down with her legs, struggling to pick up the things on the ground.

This is a cast-iron craft ornament. It is bright gray in color and is about forty to fifty centimeters long and high. It is shaped like an eagle with spread wings on a branch. At the bottom is a square base with the words "Exhibiting Ambition" engraved on it. "Four words.

"That is, someone took this thing and smashed him (the deceased) to death... No, it's too heavy. I'll put it down first."

Lan Jiaqing, who was still a little girl, spoke in a high-pitched and sweet voice, with a very cute little voice.

"Should I write it down? Isn't this an exam?" She squatted on the ground and looked left and right, "Huh? There is a notebook over there."

Lan Jiaqing stood up and trotted over, picking up a press-type color-changeable ballpoint pen and an A4-sized office-style hard-shell board holder from under the table in the corner.

There are many sheets of white paper sandwiched on the board, and the top ones are covered with messy handwriting and many bright red smeared patches.

…

my confession

sorry! sorry! sorry!

I am ■■, I killed him!

He is ■■■, he is my ■■■, I didn’t mean it, I was just ■■■■■, and he was ■■■■■■■■■■■, and then he fell down, not breathing. , no heartbeat anymore

he died!

I killed him!

I don't want to, I really don't want to, I'm just because of him ■■■■, and ■■■■■■■■, I came here today to have a clear talk with him! It was him first

…

"Is he first? First? First of what?"

Ming Qian repeated blankly, confusion written all over his handsome face.

"It's so difficult. No one is prepared for this. Wow...it's really..."

He sighed, stood up with his board and pen in hand, and thought.

"The situation is still very obvious. This is a complicated fill-in-the-blank question." Ming Qian stared at the murderer's confession, "Then now we need to find out who the murderer is, who the deceased is, what is their relationship, and what happened between them. What happened, and how did the murderer kill the deceased? "

"Identity, motive, crime process, right?"

He took a breath and spit it out, "There is also a murder weapon. But this murder weapon is very strange. How can it be without blood?"

——"Because I observed that the corpse had nosebleeds, and then there was blood on the head. If someone picked up this heavy ornament and hit him on the head and killed him, the base of the ornament or the decorative part on it would be Logically speaking, there should be blood.”

Ming Qian, who was in front of a small blackboard, spoke at a moderate pace, thinking while talking.

——"And there is another thing, that is, although the murderer's confession was very messy and the handwriting was shaking, the overall handwriting was very delicate and beautiful. I was wondering at the time if it was actually ...The murderer is a woman? In this case, it is even more illogical, because the ornament on the ground is very heavy, and I think it is quite difficult for a girl to swing it and hit someone. "

…

Qin Feng sneered.

"You kid made the first move, right?"

He shook the board clip and smiled at the corpse (NPC) on the ground.

"Hey~ah~"

Qin Feng put the notebook and pen on the counter, looking around with a leisurely look on his face.

"I was also thinking about taking advantage of my beauty. It's just that I haven't seen the girl in this house for a long time, not even a living person."

He lowered his head and touched the deep V neckline from the center of the collarbone down, and sighed, "Look, the collar is so open for nothing."

[hahahahahahahaha]

[You are so sexy]

Qin Feng stood in the center of this area, squinted and turned around, once again taking in the surrounding situation.