"I noticed that he had stolen my head before. Xu Chunqiu's voice was calm and rational.

Xie Lang said bluntly: "So the murder weapon that killed him was stolen by himself?"

"The queen killed the queen (dog head)?" Ye Beizui said poorly.

"Hahahaha, you're a male idol watching a palace fight drama?" Xie Lang said.

Ye Bei thought of the positioning given to him by the team, and silently changed the topic: "The murder weapon was stolen by him, and it is not contradictory for someone else to stab him with this hairpin, isn't it, let's listen to the statement of the next one." ”

He turned his gaze to laughter.

Xu Chunqiu noticed that Tan Xiao had a mole on his lips, wearing a red high-slit cheongsam and elegant black curly hair, full of style.

"My name is Manager Tan, and I am the manager of this Peking Theater. ”

"I slept very lightly, and I was woken up a few times last night, as if someone was arguing in the east wing. ”

"At six o'clock in the morning, I was woken up by the early shouts of the hawkers, and I lay on the bed with my eyes squinted and refused to get up. ”

"I got up at seven o'clock to wash up, and at half past seven I had breakfast in the front hall with the people in the team. ”

"I've been answering the phone in the lobby since eight o'clock, and a couple of fans had to be clamoring for a refund this morning. ”

"The morning show in our theater starts at 10 o'clock, so I went backstage at 9:30 to take a look at Xu Mingling, and she told me that the hairpin was missing. I don't think it's a thing to have a hairpin with a few hairpins, and the seats won't give you a cheer just because you have a hairpin missing on your head, so I casually said a few perfunctory words and went to the door to greet the guests. ”

"I won't talk about it when everyone knows it later, but one thing that is different from Xu Mingling's opinion is that the pianist is indeed insatiable, but he is not extravagant and wasteful in spending money. ”

In addition to stealing Xu Mingling's head, he also stole the end of the theater, and he was in a hurry to ask for money because his mother was sick. ”

After a pause, he swept around, and when he saw that no one was questioning, he stroked his cheongsam and sat down.

"Okay," Ye Bei frowned, as if he looked pensive, "Next, Xie Qianjin." ”

Xie Lang stood up when he heard this, his tone light and lively.

"My name is Xie Qianjin. She seemed to think that it was a little strange to call herself a "daughter", and quietly lowered her head to hold the corners of her mouth that rose wildly, and then said, "I am the daughter of the president of the Chamber of Commerce and the fiancée of Young Master Fu. ”

"I wasn't in the theater last night, but at the Xie Mansion, so I have a full alibi. ”

She paused briefly, then continued.

"When I got up last night, I heard the people in the family gossiping, and I heard them chattering one after another, saying that the manager of the Peking Theater was actually President Fu's third aunt behind her back. ”

This sentence "President Fu" refers to Young Master Fu's father, in other words, Manager Tan is Young Master Fu's mother.

Xie Lang's gaze turned to talk and laugh, and Ye Bei also said from the side: "Do you admit it?"

Tan Xiao nodded: "Yes, I am." ”

Ye Bei asked again: "Then why didn't you say it when you stated it just now? Is it because this clue may be unfavorable to you?"

Tan Xiao understated it: "No, I just don't think it's decent to say it." ”

"Xie Qianjin, please continue. ”

"At eight o'clock in the morning, I slept in my room until I woke up naturally, and the maid brought me breakfast to my room. ”

"I washed up in the room, had breakfast, and waited for Young Master Fu to pick me up to watch the play. ”

"At nine o'clock, Young Master Fu's foreign car arrived downstairs at my house. I got in the car and chatted casually with him along the way. ”

"I told him that the luthier in the theater was harassing me, and he had tattooed the word 'thanks' on his arm to show me. Young Master Fu is my fiancé, but he didn't care at all after hearing it, and he looked a little absent-minded. ”

I talked to him about the gossip I heard from the family last night, and I really didn't expect that the manager of the opera garden was actually his father's mistress. As soon as he heard this, Young Master Fu became nervous. ”

"I don't think he loves me at all, he promised to marry me just to make money for our family, and he will definitely be like his father in the future, raising a drama to be his aunt's wife, I see him running to the opera garden every day, maybe he fell in love with Xu Mingling of the Peking Theater. ”

"At half past nine, we arrived, and when Young Master Fu saw Manager Tan's attitude, it was really strange, so I said that as soon as the man went to the theater garden, there must be nothing good. ”

After Xie Lang finished speaking, he sat down by himself, Ye Bei glanced at Fu Nanxun teasingly, and did not say anything.

He then used his elbow to arch Fu Nanxun again.

Fu Nanxun coldly let him slap an elbow, and quickly stood up before he slammed it a second time.

Before Ye Bei could push down the process, he said directly: "My name is Young Master Fu, and I am the son of the bank president. ”

"At eight o'clock in the morning, I got up at the Fu Mansion and had breakfast. ”

"At half past eight, I went out to pick up Xie Qianjin to go to the theater together. ”

"At nine o'clock, we arrived at Xie Qianjin's house. Yesterday there was something wrong with the family bank, and my dad started to let me start to get started with the family business, and last night I read the statements for the night. I was so sleepy, so I didn't take anything Xie Qianjin said in my head when I was in the car. ”

"We arrived at the theater at half-past nine, and everyone knew what was going on. ”

Fu Nanxun was the last to speak, and his narrative was very brief, and there were no more than a few sentences.

Ye Bei raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "You don't talk about it anymore?"

Fu Nanxun felt that there was nothing to say: "Everyone else has already said it for me, so I won't repeat it." ”

"Okay," Ye Bei nodded, "Now, everyone has finished stating their timeline, and judging from the current testimony, someone must be lying." ”

He imitated Conan's appearance and pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose that didn't exist: "There is only one truth. ”

Fu Nanxun glanced at him.

Ye Bei immediately behaved: "Then let's move on to the next link, collecting evidence." ”

......

The front and back yards of the Peking Theater are connected, the courtyard behind the stage curtain is a typical old Beijing courtyard structure, the plants in the small courtyard in the middle are lush, high to the waist, and the courtyard is paved with green bricks in the middle.

In the small courtyard, one right and one left are the east and west wings, as Xu Mingling's testimony said before, the east wing is inhabited, the west wing is placed with things, and the division of labor between the east and west wings is clear.

The group had just bypassed the stage and entered the courtyard, only to hear the electronic sound of interpreting the rules at the beginning of the scene sounding above their heads again: "The time limit for on-site evidence collection is thirty minutes, please hurry up." ”

"The timer starts now. ”