Hearing the high-speed rail broadcast, Yang An's eyes lit up, and he noticed the LED scroll bar above the door in the carriage, which had subtitles such as "The train arrives at the station at 13:15 minutes", "The driving speed is 348 km/h", "The temperature outside the car is 12 degrees" and other information. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He hurriedly wrote down every number he could see on a piece of paper, and finally arranged and combined them, and tried ten times in his notebook, all of which ended in failure.

Syllable!

Yang An slapped the pen on the baffle and gave up.

"It's just an ordinary laptop, I'm only allowed to watch a movie, how can I crack the code!"

Yang An wasted 15 minutes to figure out this truth, he couldn't cry or laugh, he saw the vj who was following the shoot laughing from ear to ear, and immediately understood, it must be that he implied that he took himself into the ditch and into a dead end, which is called being smart but being clever and mistaken!

Fifteen minutes before getting off the bus, the movie didn't last long, Yang An dragged the progress bar at will, and when he saw the footage of Guardian reporter Simon and Jason Byrne meeting at Waterloo station, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and smiled.

[It turns out that the train is just a disguise, and the real crime scene should be at the station!] 】

The high-speed train stopped at Hongfeng Station, Yang An got off the train with the large army, and just stood on the platform, a railway staff member wearing guard clothes but with the Enron logo on his chest stopped him: "Please get on this commuter car!" ”

Yang An didn't resist, followed VJ to sit up, the commuter car drove slowly against the direction of the flow of people, stopped at the entrance of an underground passage with a maintenance cordon, and the uniformed security guard helped him put away the fence and motioned him to go down, he smiled: "Why am I alone, are we taking the green channel?" ”

No one talks to him, only a personal VJ accompanies him, simulating all his gaze, just like a first-person perspective game.

The game has definitely begun, and Yang An was a little excited in his heart, and his alertness and concentration increased to 100%!

The underground passage was empty, only Yang An, the choreographer, and VJ walked together.

The lights are dim, the advertising light boxes on the walls on both sides have not been installed, and the passage is a little scary, and you can't hear the sound of other passengers dragging their luggage, nor can you feel the sound of the train moving on the ground overhead.

Yang An looked back and forth, left and right, it was too strange, and he asked, "Has the show started recording?" ”

The choreographer handed Yang An a hat: "Put on this, be careful to be recognized by ordinary people." ”

The choreographer is a handsome guy, he laughs very shyly, in the crew, he plays the role of [assistant to the detective], that is, at each crime scene, after the detective role enters the scene, he will appear with a report book, and introduce the background information of the case next to him, there are not many scenes, but basically he is the first person to appear in each episode, and he is also very outstanding, he is the introducer of the game rules of "Star Detective" today.

The three of them walked all the way across the platform, onto the overpass, and entered the corridor of the waiting hall on the second floor.

"Artists arrive, artists arrive."

In the monitoring channel that Yang An couldn't hear, the chief director gave an order, and under the command of the deputy director and others on the scene, more than 300 people in the waiting hall took their places and began to perform according to the morning rehearsal.

No one told Yang An about all this, and he unconsciously followed the little handsome guy who was choreographed and entered the waiting hall.

Because it was walking in the opposite direction, Yang An felt weird, he pulled down his hat a little more, covered half of his face, quietly turned his head, and asked the camera, "Isn't it too ostentatious for us to do this?" ”

I don't know if it's ostentatious or not, anyway, it's all the way smoothly, no one stops them, and these passengers waiting for the bus just look at this side curiously at most, but they don't seem to recognize Yang Anlai.

The choreographer helped open the fence gate of the pass checkpoint, signaled Yang An to walk over, VJ followed behind, and everyone squeezed out from the queue of passengers!

Yang An has not doubted it until now, he really thought that this was the real waiting hall, because all the details were too similar!

At this moment, another instruction came from the monitoring channel: "The artist will enter the designated area after 30 seconds, and all units will prepare." ”

The little handsome guy touched the headphones and stretched out his hand to signal: "Please go this way!" ”

Yang An's pace slowed down very slowly, all his eyes were full of people with no regular activity, extremely chaotic crowds, all kinds of suitcases, all kinds of backpacks, all kinds of faces, and all kinds of local dialects in his ears, laughter, radio sounds, combined into a noisy mixture, a large amount of information was instilled into his mind, and he felt a little dizzy.

"Oops!"

A petite girl in red walked quickly, she shouldn't have seen Yang An, she accidentally bumped into him, her body was crooked, and she almost fell, fortunately she grabbed Yang An's arm, but the coffee paper cup she was holding in her hand fell to the ground with a snap, and the coffee spilled on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Woo ~ ...... the coffee I just bought" The girl said annoyedly, and kept bending down to apologize to Yang An, and after Yang An smiled and said that it was okay, the girl left again.

[What the hell? 】

Yang An looked down at the spilled coffee paper cup, which was printed with a big red M icon, not the M of McDonald's, but the M letter in the printed font, but the angle of the V in the middle was slightly higher, and the sharp corner was located in the middle of the two vertical bars on the left and right, which looked like it should be the original brand logo of a certain café.

The coffee spilled in a puddle, steaming hot, and the pedestrians who came and went avoided it, and Yang An also circled around and prepared to walk over.

At this time, a cleaner in front of him came over pushing a garbage truck, he was wearing the uniform of a railway employee, but there was a distinct red M pattern printed on his open chest, which seemed to be exactly the same as on the coffee paper cup, and the cleaner also smiled at him, bending down to get the tools on the lowest level of the garbage truck, it seemed that he must have come to process the coffee cups.

Airplanes!

A bolt of lightning flashed through Yang An's mind, and this scene seemed to have been seen by him somewhere half an hour ago.

[That's right!] "Spy 3", reporter Simon was followed by CIA people at Waterloo Station, he listened to Bourne's instructions and squatted down to tie his shoes, and when he looked up and saw the garbage cleaner, he thought that the cleaner was bending down to draw a gun, he panicked, disobeyed Bourne's instructions, and fled in a hurry, and as a result, he was exposed to surveillance, which led to a large number of agents chasing him, and finally he was shot and killed! 】

[I see! I said why do you have to let me watch the film, could it be that the murder happened here? 】

Yang An stood still, quickly looking around, a purposeful glance.

Sure enough, the scene around was too familiar, the European architectural style, the shops selling mobile phone recharges, the travelers coming and going, the prosperity here was no less than the waiting hall of Waterloo Station, he actually had a hallucination, did he travel into the movie scene?

Suddenly, the little handsome choreographer appeared in front of Yang An.

Holding a button with a timer that said countdown 120, he said, "Please listen carefully to every word I say and watch every action I make, this is very important to you!" ”

Yang An saw the choreographer press the red button, only to hear a loud voice on the radio: "Stop!" ”

Yang An was really scared while feeling inexplicable!

Because all the sounds disappeared in an instant!

The sound of the arrival of the train on the radio stopped abruptly, the advertising screen in dozens of LCD TVs was paused, all the passengers chatting and talking shut up, and the waiting hall was too quiet!

What frightened him the most was that everyone's movements had stopped.

The person walking maintains a walking posture, the towing suitcase is still the freeze-frame action, the man on the phone maintains a posture of bowing his head, waving to the passengers who are in the distance to greet his companions keeps raising his hands, the cleaner holding a mop to clean up coffee stains is always bent over, and even the train movement table on the LED screen is fixed and no longer changes, only the choreographer, Yang An, and VJ can move!

Yang An was frightened at first, he did guess that there might be a plot in the station, but he didn't expect it to be such a scene!

The choreographer's handsome guy introduced with a smile: "This is a magic button, after pressing it, you can stop the time in the waiting hall and then do what you want to do." ”

Yang An gasped in some surprise, he looked at the college student who was carrying a duffel bag and kept looking down at his mobile phone, as well as the girl who was smiling, his expression was frozen, and he was laughing with his boyfriend in his arms, everyone was really motionless!

He sighed in his heart, the production team really didn't use his investment as money, and spent a lot of money to pursue this kind of cinematic detail, but he admitted that the shooting effect must be very good!

Yang An nodded: "I know, how long did it last?" ”

The choreographer said, "60 seconds." Let's first recall, do you have a familiar feeling of this scene? ”

Yang An cooperated: "It's like being in a movie scene, "Spy Shadow 3", right? Will there be murders here later? ”

The choreographer said: "Yes, you are going to witness a murder with your own eyes, you know what to do, right?" ”

[Is it prompting me to learn from Bourne to snatch the deceased's bag?] 】

Yang An couldn't cry or laugh: "How do I know what to do?" ”

The choreographer smiled mysteriously: "But you are a detective, you should know how to do it, it is your duty to solve the case, you don't need me to teach you!" Note that when you press the time button, the game officially starts ticking out, and you have fifteen minutes to solve it. Please take this form, fill out the survey report, and calculate the final score after the game. ”

Yang An took the form handed over by the director, picked up the pen, looked at it carefully, and read softly: "Scoring criteria, 10 points for determining the identity of the victim, 15 points for determining the identity of the murderer, 15 points for determining the motive for the killing, 20 points for finding the murder weapon, 20 points for reasoning about the crime process, and 20 points for other clues." And then what? Nothing else? ”

The choreographer handed him another red button with an indicator screen: "This is your pause prop, I have 30 seconds left in this pause, Inspector Yang, it depends on your performance next, good luck!" (To be continued.) )