"Why is there a picture of this footprint? There is no figure in the ground, how can this picture appear on the ground?" Lan Weiwan secretly wondered in his heart. I heard the footsteps of An Zhun Jue.

"What's wrong, have you found anything?" asked Anderson.

"Today, Zhang Xiang gave me a picture, which should be that the murderer accidentally stepped on the sketch when he entered the studio to cut his clothes. Lan Weiwan said.

"Well, with this evidence, I believe that the case should be solved a little faster. An Zhuanjue said.

"Now, though, there's a problem that I've just checked the cameras and found no one walking around or entering the studio, let alone where the footprints came from. Lan Weiwan said suspiciously, she even suspected that this picture was accidentally printed by Zhang Xiang.

"There's no one on the surveillance, is there?" asked Ann.

"Mmmm, yes, I don't know why, and there is no trace of the surveillance being edited, but I just don't see anyone. Lan Weiwan said.

"I'll look at it again. An Zhun Jue sat down next to Lan Weiwan, looking at An Zhun Jue's serious side face, Lan Weiwan's thoughts couldn't help but go back to when he had just eaten. Slender fingers, handsome side face. It's pretty good!

Wait! What are you thinking about now! What time is it! The studio has been attacked, you don't look good at the surveillance, and you are still thinking about how good-looking An Zhun Jue's side face is and how long his fingers are!

Lan Weiwan felt that he was afraid of being a demon during this time, and he always liked to look at An Zhun Jue. No, no, this state can't be there anymore, otherwise I will definitely fall into this bubble of love.

"Where is there no monitoring in the studio?" An Zhun Jue suddenly asked, when Lan Weiwan decided to set up this studio, An Zhun Jue also participated, but Lan Weiwan knew more about the specific situation.

Lan Weiwan thought for a while, and said: "There are all monitors, I have installed them in order to prevent thieves, after all, I think it is not easy for me to make money by myself." There's a place for surveillance, and I don't seem to have time to install it yet. It's the back door of the studio!" Lan Weiwan said suddenly.

"That should be it!" said Ann Zhuanjue.

"What? You mean, someone came in through the back door and cut their clothes to pieces, not from the broken glass?" Lan Weiwan had this guess in his heart, but he was still unsure, so he could only ask An Zhun Jue suspiciously.

"It should be. The composition of the studio began to come to Ahn Jungjue's mind, if he came in through the back door, he would definitely pass through the hall to come to the showcase, but at night the lights were turned off, so as long as he could slowly avoid the faint light, he would not be noticed.

"I think I'm wearing black. An Zhuanjue said.

"Mmmm, black clothes are the least easy to spot. Lan Weiwan opened her mouth and said, now Lan Weiwan understands that her thinking has always been limited by this surveillance, she always thought that the murderer came in after breaking the glass, but now it seems that the murderer should have cut his clothes after coming in through the back door, and then broke the glass from outside the door.

In other words, the murderer is not alone.

In this way, the footprints on the sketch can be explained.

"Look at this, this is what Zhang Xiang found in the glass shards today. Lan Weiwan said and pushed the paper in front of An Zhun Jue.

Ann glanced at the footprints on the drawing, and began to close his eyes and meditate. Then he began to murmur: "Male, about 27 to 35 years old, about 180 tall and weighing about 170 pounds." An Zhun Jue said, and the picture of the murderer appeared in his mind.

"You say, could there be more than one murderer?" Lan Weiwan asked.

"Well, maybe, I was thinking about it just now," said An Zhun Jue, who had indeed thought about it, but he was not sure about it.

"I have a way to ......," Lan Weiwan whispered in An Zhuanjue's ear.

The next day.

An Zhuanjue still went to send Lan Weiwan to work at night, and when he arrived at the studio, Lan Weiwan went straight to the back door of the studio, and saw that there was indeed a footprint in the loose soil in the backyard.

Lan Weiwan didn't linger long, got up and went back to his studio, and made a silk scarf.

"Chen Rui, take me to Xu's house, here are the things that Mrs. Xu has booked. Lan Weiwan said to Chen Rui.

"Okay, okay, but if your hands are good, you're starting to get busy, in fact, the studio has a few of us who are also busy for the time being, you can rest at home." Otherwise, if you are like this, Mr. An should feel distressed when he sees it. Chen Rui stood beside Lan Weiwan and said.

He still feels sorry for me? If he doesn't laugh at me, I'll be thankful! Lan Weiwan thought silently in his heart. I remembered the expression of An Zhun Jue who couldn't help but laugh when he looked at his hand yesterday, and he was angry in his heart.

"It's okay, I have agreed with Mrs. Xu a few days ago, if I don't send it over, I'm afraid it will damage the reputation of our studio, and the studio is just starting now, don't you want to watch our studio die in infancy!" Lan Weiwan said bitterly.

Seeing Lan Weiwan's appearance, Chen Rui couldn't bear it anymore, so he took Lan Weiwan to Xu's house.

"Hello, this is the studio of Weiwan, this is the silk scarf ordered by Mrs., we have made it and sent it over today, I wonder if Mrs. is at home?" Lan Weiwan asked at the door now.

"Mrs. and Mr. Xu are not at home today, but Miss Xu is at home today. The servant said.

"Shall I enter, then? Today my wife specially told me that she was going to be delivered to my home. I'm afraid I'll be angry if my wife can't see her when she comes back! I heard that this silk scarf is for your wife to use for a dinner party in two days. "Lan didn't say this too late.

The maid looked at Lan Weiwan, thought about it, and let Lan Weiwan go in.

"Miss, Madame's custom-made things have arrived. The maid came to Xu Qianying's room and said.

"Hmm, what did mom buy?" said Xu Qianying as she walked downstairs. Until he saw Lan Weiwan in the living room downstairs, he was stunned.

"What are you doing here?" asked Xu Qianying.

"I'm here to deliver something to Madame, something has happened in the studio in the past two days, and I'm afraid it will take some time for Madame's custom-made dress. Lan Weiwan said.

"What are you talking about? My mother's dress was ruined?" asked Xu Qianying suddenly and loudly.