Nowadays, with the continuous development of science and technology, the police have much more sophisticated means of handling cases.

Not only can footprints and fingerprints be detected in the house, but even the time can be very accurate.

This is very important throughout the town, so the police use the latest technology when they check it.

After about 20 minutes, the results of the examination were already out, and when they were brought to all of us, it was confusing.

Extrapolating from the time, at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night last night, someone did dance here with shoes on, because there were many footprints on the floor, and these footprints were very regular.

It stands to reason that it is a dance step.

But then there's a big problem, the footprints don't come from the same person, at least seven or more.

But the problem is that there are only seven people in today's beautiful girl team.

Other than that, no one else could come to dance, and as you can see from the footprints, each girl wore different shoes.

Hearing the news, the people around were dumbfounded, especially the other members of the Pretty Girl Club.

At this time, one of the girls with long hair quickly explained: "Police, do you mean that we all came here to dance in the middle of the night last night, this is impossible, I had already slept at 12 o'clock yesterday!"

The police immediately quieted the people around him, and then explained: "This matter is very strange, these footprints are indeed girls, but I didn't say it's yours, I have measured the soles of your shoes and the way you walk before this, and found that only three of your classmates match the footprints on the floor, and the others are completely different!"

The boss next to him also said with questions: "Even if there are three people from our team, then whose footprints are the others?"

The police sighed, and then all the members of the group took out their shoes, these girls have a lot of shoes, and after hundreds of results were corresponded, they found that the footprints of the remaining four people did not match at all, and they were completely non-existent people.

When I saw this, I also felt lost.

So since there is already one, let's talk about what's in front of you.

But the problem is that it doesn't work.

The three girls who were able to be found at the scene were all sleeping in their rooms at 12 o'clock last night.

It's very easy to get proof, because there are cameras in this company.

It can be clearly seen that in the girls' dormitory, in the corridor, the three girls returned to their rooms between 9 and 10 o'clock, and never came out from then until dawn.

And the windows of every girl's dormitory are equipped with iron railings, in order to prevent the theft of bad guys in the middle of the night, so it is impossible to get out of the window.

Looking at the three little girls with confused faces, the police were helpless, because the ironclad facts were in front of them.

But there is another problem, that is, the camera couldn't shoot the dance studio at all last night, because this camera is completely used during the day, and there is no night vision at night.

The girl's dormitory can be seen because the lights are always on at night, but the dance studio is different, and it is dark in front of the camera.

In the end, the police came to the conclusion that it was not ruled out that other outsiders would come in and use the dance studio.

This result is just a stopgap measure, no one can believe it, even I think it is a joke when I hear it.

According to the police, isn't it just a lot of girls who are idle and bored and sneak into this company, just to come here and dance.

This is really a singing and crying story, or add a script, saying that a group of poor children can only practice hard alone in the middle of the night when others are asleep in order to find a dancing scene.

It's really inspiring.

After the police explained this clue, they were ready to withdraw from here.

Before leaving, we told them if there were any clues and contacted them quickly, but I didn't have much hope.

The things they can solve, basically don't need me to come out of the way.

Then, when the police came to the gate, I asked for a model of their footprints.

The police were very happy to hear that I was willing to cooperate, and then I took the models and stored them in my own room.

When the police left, we went back to Wang Feiyang's room to see if there was anything to pack, and by the way, to inform the girl's parents.

In the process of packing, I turned on the other person's computer, and at this moment, all of a sudden, I heard intermittent music coming from the computer, which was a song I had never heard before.

As soon as the song sounded, the eyes of the manager next to him widened.

The manager pointed to the music on the computer and said, "That's it, that's the song we all made together, why does Wang Feiyang have it!"

The manager immediately excitedly took out his mobile phone, ready to record the song first.

Unfortunately, this piece is very short.

After playing for less than ten seconds, it suddenly stopped, and we saw that there was such a playback software in front of us, but when we clicked on it, we found that the software was empty, and there was no trace.

The manager was very anxious to put the computer from head to tail, but still did not find any traces, and at this moment I heard a clang, and a piece of iron fell to the ground.

I picked it up and found it was a badge.

It was a yellow badge, about the size of three one-dollar coins, and the whole thing was a yellow smiling face, the kind of little toy that can be found everywhere on the street.

In order to gather enough clues, I basically took away all the inconsequential things.

I asked the manager what it was, and he didn't know much about it, so I put it in my purse.

During the whole process, the manager has been scrambling to fiddle with the computer, but everything before seems to have been completely deleted, and there is no trace of it at all, and finally the manager slapped the keyboard and said angrily: What the hell is this girl doing? There is that song in the computer, why never say it!"

I patted the manager on the shoulder, meaning that the dead were greater.

We can investigate slowly, and the deceased should not complain.

Just as I had finished these comforting words, all of a sudden, I heard a voice coming from the computer's speaker.