Su San returned to the front hall, and the audience had already registered their names and addresses and left. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The audience was not allowed to go backstage before the performance, so they were not actually suspected of committing a crime, but just to make a record, and there may be a time when they need to testify in the future.

Xiao Qin had already checked Ye Xiangnan's body, and when he saw Luo Yin also coming over, he pointed to the corpse and said, "It's not bad to die, the moment the axe cuts the nerve in the lumbar vertebrae, it will basically be out of breath, and it won't be much pain." ”

Seeing Su San's eyes drifting over, Xiao Qin smiled and said, "What are you going to say about me?" Fortunately, he died quickly, otherwise it would be uncomfortable to wriggle around here. ”

Twist and turn! Su San felt chills all over his body when he thought of this scene.

After the initial examination of the body, Luo Yin asked the police to put the body in a body bag and send it to the hospital morgue.

This time, the deceased died in public, and there was no need to continue the examination, so Luo Yin took Xiao Qin to the basement of the backstage to examine another corpse.

Several reporters saw that Luo Yin was gone, and hurriedly gathered around and asked, "What is going on with Miss Su?" ”

The old reporter Nan Songtao is usually a good person, and Su San still has a good impression of him, so he whispered: "It's Wei Hongyuan, Mr. Wei, something happened." He...... He's dead. ”

"Oh my God, it's really dead!"

The reporters gasped. One of them said, "It won't be so evil, he really sat in that seat." ”

A reporter shrugged: "It's okay now, although this Mulan Theater has changed its name, it has also inherited the evil spirit of Zhongxin Theater, let's make a bet and watch the theater close in a few days." ”

Su San still had a good impression of Ms. Jin, and he didn't want to listen to them slandering people behind his back, so he turned his face sideways and saw Zeng Writer standing not far away, holding a smoke ring in his hand, and supporting the wall with one hand, forming a thin silhouette under the light, which was a bit of a stubborn taste.

She seemed to notice Su San's gaze, and turned her head to look at it, her gaze cold. As soon as she turned around, the smell of smoke came to her. Su San was stunned for a moment, the smell of smoke was a little familiar.

Su San squeezed out of the encirclement of reporters and walked towards Zeng Writer.

Zeng Writer saw her inquiring gaze and smiled slightly: "I know that person, a scumbag, I knew him when I was an unknown girl." Why did he die? I'm happy, I'm going to celebrate with some red wine tonight. ”

"Miss Zeng, what kind of cigarette do you have in your hand?"

Su San saw that the cigarette in her hand was a little rough, as if it was rolled by herself, how could the noble and noble Zeng writer smoke this kind of cigarette?

"This? Oh, this is a cigarette with a medicinal herb added to calm the mind and help to sleep well, and in our line of work, we often write that I can't sleep until late at night. ”

"Where did you buy it from?"

"Oh, did I deserve it, or did I roll it myself. Can someone else do it? How dirty it should be. ”

Zeng writer spit out a smoke ring, yes, it is the faint smell of smoke in the basement, so the murderer is the same person who smokes this kind of cigarette?

"Writer Zeng, do you know who else in this theater staff smokes this kind of cigarette?"

Zeng writer shrugged: "No, how would I know?" I never look at what others do and what they use, only other people's style vane, why is Miss Su so interested in this, you don't look like a person who can smoke. ”

"Because I suspect that Mr. Wei's killer is the one who smokes this cigarette."

"Oh? So why not directly suspect that I did it? This scumbag, who deceived me very badly more than ten years ago, is now cheeky and pretending that nothing happened, to be honest, I really thought about killing him. The writer said quietly.

Seeing Su San's calm face, Zeng Writer laughed: "Why don't you believe it?" Of course, I used to think about killing him, but then I became famous, the whole of Shanghai, no, the whole of China is my readers, everyone praises me, he came to interview me and I had to hide timidly, afraid of being retaliated by me, do you know how happy this feeling is to look down on my former enemy, I prefer the feeling of trampling him under my feet than killing him. As he spoke, Zeng took a deep puff of cigarette and spewed at Su San, "Come, keep in mind the smell of this cigarette first, and it will be better to distinguish it next time." ”

Su San shook his head, the taste of Chinese medicine in this cigarette seems to be stronger, stronger than that in the basement, of course, this may also be because the smoke is stronger when he is face-to-face with Zeng Writer?

Seeing that Zeng was about to leave, Su San hurriedly asked, "Has Mr. Wei always been a very bad person?" ”

"At that time, I was young, I had just escaped from home, and I didn't have much money, so I wrote novels for the newspaper to make some money, and he was the one who sent my novels at that time and I knew, and later ......"

Writer Zeng shook his head: "I didn't even write him in my novel, do you know why?" ”

Su San knew that some of the novels of the former writer had the shadow of her relatives' family, so she was privately boycotted by her relatives, and she was a lonely person in Shanghai.

"After all, it's my first love, I know that women will meet a few bastards in their lives, but I really don't want my first love to be ruined by this kind of bastard, so I think I've seen him mix miserably over the years, and his character is getting worse and worse, and I'm secretly happy and sad at the same time."

Writer Zeng turned around: "The past is like smoke, and now people are dead, hehe, it's good to die, I'll celebrate it at night." ”

Su San looked at her slender body, gradually disappearing into the darkness, only Fang Cai lingered with a spicy and somewhat medicinal smell of cigarettes.

After a while, the police also carried Wei Hongyuan's body out, because they only brought a body bag, so they could only find a cloth between the props to wrap him hastily. Therefore, when the body was carried out, someone did not stand firmly, the deceased's soft neck shook out, and a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at everyone.

The troupe and circus were screaming in panic, and several reporters stepped forward to take pictures.

Only the old reporter Nan Songtao stood there without moving, sighing, and muttering: "Evil, evil." ”

Su San asked, "Mr. Nan, what do you think about this matter?" ”

Nan Songtao's face was unbearable: "Life, it's all life, in fact, today I heard that Lao Wei shouldn't have come to interview, he robbed someone else's job, and I don't know why, so he wanted to come, but he lost his life." ”

Why? Did you want to deliberately embarrass Zeng in front of her?

Looking at Wei Hongyuan's blood-red eyes, Su San was at a loss in his heart.

"Who's smoking here, stand up."

The body was taken away, and Luo Yin pointed to everyone and asked.

Everyone looked at each other, and they walked out in twos and threes. Sure enough, there are quite a few smokers.

"Get out all your cigarettes."

Luo Yin ordered.

Several reporters were a little confused: "Why do you ask about smoking?" ”

"Alright, journalists, you can go. The four of you didn't go backstage during the show, and the suspicion can be ruled out, please. ”

Luo Yin pointed to the door.

All the reporters knew his background, and although they were not convinced, they had to swallow their anger and go out in a huff.

"Inspector Luo, when will Lao Wei's body be returned to his family?" Nan Songtao walked a few steps and remembered this incident.

"You don't have to worry about it, we will explain it to the family."

"However, Lao Wei has no family in this city."

"Okay, that's not your concern, go your way." Luo Yin was impatient.

"I mean, if the family of the body is returned, can you inform me, Lao Wei has no relatives, and the future can only be handled by us old friends, my name is Nan Songtao, this is my business card, please Mr. Inspector for convenience."

Luo Yin took his business card and nodded, "Well, Mr. Nan is a loyal person, and a person like Wei Hongyuan can still have a friend like you, his life is really good." Didn't you die in vain? ”

Nan Songtao smiled, bowed and thanked before leaving.

At this time, the smokers present all took out their own cigarettes, and Su San walked over one by one, shaking her head one after another, and there was no kind of cigarette she was looking for.

"Ladies and gentlemen, who of you here smokes the kind of cigarette that you roll yourself, and there is some Chinese medicine added to it, which has a calming effect." Su San asked loudly.

No one answered.

"Is there anyone who smokes cigarettes with Chinese medicine? If you have something, you can stand up if you know who sucked it, and you will be rewarded. ”

Luo Yin knew that there must be a reason for her when he heard Su San ask, and said on the side.

Still no one spoke.

"Okay, everyone in the background just now made a record and said what they were doing at the time, who can prove it." Then Luo Yin pointed to Hua Bo, who was lying down, "And you, you have to explain the problem of the blade." ”

Hua Bo rubbed his hands together and nodded again and again.

"What are you doing rubbing your hands together?"

"I just painted in the props room, and the smell of gasoline in my hand made me panic." Hua Bo explained.

It was an old man in his sixties, shriveled and thin, and Su San noticed that his right hand was missing a thumb.

(To be continued.) )