But in the end, Ma Houde still felt that the connection between what was mentioned in a book thirty years ago and the current case was too mysterious, let alone on the premise that the author had died. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

SO MA SIR SHOOK HIS HEAD, "BUT IT HAPPENED TO US, NOT ABROAD, DIDN'T IT?" I SAID LAO QIN, OTHERWISE, LET GO OF THIS SO-CALLED HYPOTHESIS FIRST, CAN YOU SEE WHAT CLUES YOU CAN PROVIDE ME?"

"I found some footprints at the scene. Lao Qin probably also felt that what he said was a little illogical, so he didn't insist: "After excluding the police and the informant, there is only one group of strangers." Judging by the depth of the footprints, it should belong to a relatively thin person. It could be a man of short stature, or it could be a woman. ”

"Could it have been left by the murderer?" said Marhoude, frowning.

Lao Qin shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, it is also possible that the person who reported the case was not the first to find out." Who else came before him, but didn't choose to report it...... Just?"

"But what?"

"Generally, if you are in a panic, the footprints will not look like this......" Lao Qin tilted his head and said strangely: "It looks so calm, as if he left slowly." ”

"Hmm...... Didn't you say that there were other wounds on the deceased's body?

"It's all animal wounds. Lao Qin frowned again and said, "There are felines and dogs...... It's messy. ”

"Small animals eat people?" Ma Houde was stunned...... He felt that the murder case was becoming more and more confusing.

In the end, Ma SIR didn't get any important and useful information, scratched his head and left Lao Qin's office, and returned to his department with a cigarette in his mouth.

Recently, the horse SIR has been very free, and he has regained his former style.

As for why?

Of course, it's because the young 'detective' from the provincial bureau doesn't know what to do during this time, he hasn't been here for a long time, and he doesn't know what he's doing.

The only thing Mahoud knew was that he hadn't left the city yet.

"Ah...... It's annoying!" Ma Houde finished smoking a cigarette, still without a clue, and suddenly muttered: "Broom the thunder first, right?"

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Hong Guan was washing his wife's clothes in the hospital room - Jin Ziyao's due date was approaching, and it was a matter of the past two weeks.

The uncle of the fellow villager in the garage naturally did not tie up Hong Guan to work at this time, but generously let Hong Guan take a vacation, and the salary was calculated accordingly.

"Hong Guan, someone is looking for you!"

Hong Guan, who was in the bathroom, heard his wife's words at this time, so he put down his things and walked out - there was indeed a person here.

A courier delivery ...... The old man, the old man with the exploding head, so avant-garde?

He looked at his wife's expression, probably also surprised by the avant-garde of this uncle, and secretly aimed at it.

"This ...... This uncle, are you sending a courier?" Hong Guan asked with some surprise.

"Can't I deliver the courier?" the old man courier glared at him, and then pulled the mark on the clothes on his chest, "Water meter courier, haven't you heard of it?"

"It's really not ......" Hong Guan shook his head, and then said, "But, I didn't buy anything?"

But the old man with the explosive head seemed to be very impatient, put the things down, let Hong Guan sign, and then left quickly without saying a word.

"What is this?" Jin Ziyao asked curiously.

Hong Guan shook his head as he opened the package - it was actually a briefcase or something, and it was thin, and it didn't look like it could hold anything.

Hong Guan took out a small envelope from inside, and after opening it, Hong Guan suddenly looked at his wife and said in surprise: "This is the ticket, the ...... of the TV station."

And it is also an admission ticket to the upcoming show "Singer...... Hong Guan frowned, except for Cheng Yiran, he really couldn't think of anyone else who would send him such a thing.

But...... Why should it be delivered?

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......

"There are a lot of people. ”

Luo Qiu looked at the steady stream of people—all of whom were waiting to enter. Of course, how much of this was arranged in advance to shed tears in front of the camera, and how many were lucky draws......

Boss Luo is naturally not idle, bored with his life to waste, used to buy this kind of useless intelligence.

This is the studio where the "Singer" was recorded - as for why the owner of the club and the maid came?

Rather, there is a place in the world where these two can't go.

"After all, there are 800 public judges. Youye also looked at the scene slightly, and then reminded very dutifully: "Master, Miss Ren and Miss Pear are also here, over there." ”

Luo Qiu also glanced at it casually, "It's just that the media people are here, don't care...... Let's go inside. ”

The boss took his maid and walked calmly in front of the staff on the scene, and before he officially entered the venue, he had already come to the first row in front of the stage, and found a position next to him and sat down.

Somebody will know that someone is sitting here, but no one will know who is sitting here...... No one will remember it later, and even the impression will naturally be lost.

The boss suddenly reduced the presence of himself and Yuya to almost zero.

"Speaking of which, I've never seen you use a mobile phone?" Luo Qiu took out his mobile phone at this time and put it on silent.

Even though his presence is almost gone, he will still subconsciously do something ordinary - even if it seems so redundant.

Luo Qiu will also notice these actions of his own. His own explanation to himself was, probably, that he was still holding on to being a human being.

But there doesn't seem to be anything bad about it.

"You night doesn't have this need. The maid smiled and said, "I can hear the call of the master for the first time, so I don't need this kind of thing." ”

Will it be lonely?

Luo Qiu suddenly remembered such a thought in his heart.

He remembered the image of Youye sitting alone in the club.

The lights had been dimmed or even extinguished, but she sat there quietly, straight, with her hands folded on her lap and her eyes closed...... Just waiting for someone to come, and open your eyes again.

The old bell on the wall is struck again and again.

Knocking, for her, there is no meaningful time.

"In the early days, humans didn't need this kind of thing. Luo Qiu looked at his mobile phone and said: "Talking face-to-face, eye to eye, or hand in hand, or sitting at the same table, it is always closer than ever." ”

"But distance needs it. Yuya replied, "This is the progress of mankind. ”

"But there is some distance...... Luo Qiu looked at the stage and said indifferently: "It is not necessarily that after having this kind of thing, it will be able to disappear." ”

But when he said this, Luo Qiu suddenly shook his head, pointed to the center of the stage and said, "It hasn't started yet, but since I'm here too, I'll take a picture for you." ”

The boss's palm flipped over, and the old out-of-print Hasselblad 500C naturally appeared in his palm.

Luo Qiu took Youye's hand and came to the center of the stage, smiling, "For the time being, you belong here, okay?"

The lights of the stage came on all at once.

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"Hey, strange, who turned on the lights on the stage?"

As Zhong Luochen walked down the hallway, he heard the voice of a staff member hurrying by—of course, he didn't care.

Accompanied by Cheng Yun, he just walked into a more special viewing room - under the studio were the public seats, and there were also first-class seats reserved for the jury - but naturally there were also condescending seats like VIP seats.

Cheng Yun didn't expect that this second young man would actually plan to attend such an occasion...... Knowing Zhong Luochen's request, he hurriedly arranged it. As for the reason, if the master doesn't say it, he naturally won't ask more.

This is the quality of an excellent follower.

Of course, strictly speaking, the director of this TV station is also a person under the faction of the second young family, so it is naturally very simple to arrange such a place.

"Ershao, you wait here, I'll get you something to drink, and by the way, go and see how Cheng Yiran is prepared. Then I will go to the door and wait for Miss Zhang and bring her over. ”

"Go ahead. Zhong Luochen nodded.

He sat down by himself, and did not open the curtain in front of him, but closed his eyes quietly - he naturally had no interest in this kind of competition.

He just wanted to see what Cheng Yiran could do...... Tonight is also like the day when I was in K&C, and I can make the 800 audience at the scene become fascinated.

"If there is such a ...... Magical 'magic' words. Zhong Luochen chuckled and said to himself: "It's really worth investing in." ”

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Outside the TV station, Hong Guan pinched the ticket in his hand, his face hesitant...... Not sure if you should go in or not.

He still has Cheng Yiran's phone number.

However, he hasn't fought for a long time.