This person has a suspicious aura on her, although she seems to be very cooperative, and even proactive and generous, but her identity and resources at her disposal make her the most suspicious in this case.

- If Bai Fei was indeed killed.

However, Zhang Heming didn't know how to avoid suspicion, and he didn't know if he was intentional or really curious, although he was not very happy with Han Yu's skeptical expression, he couldn't help but ask them what they knew.

"What do you think of Bai Fei? An Lin said that she was pushed down by a ghost, we were all backstage at the time, and it was already too late when we came out, you should have gone to the scene to investigate, did you find a clue? ”

She seems to be interested in the truth.

Han Yu felt that she was very suspicious and didn't want to answer her question head-on, but he wouldn't make excuses to lie, so he said: "It's not certain for the time being, the case is still under investigation, and I can't tell you my speculation casually." ”

He's always embarrassed to say bluntly — I think you're the suspect.

But...... If everyone was backstage at the time, did it mean that they had a common alibi?

Thinking of this, Han Yu asked again: "Were you all together backstage at the time?" After the incident, did you go out to check at the same time? ”

If this is the case, then everyone is equivalent to temporarily clearing the suspicion, and all have alibi.

Zhang Heming shrugged his shoulders regretfully: "I know you want to find the suspect, but it's a pity that we were all discussing the script together at the time." ”

"That'...... Nothing unexpected happened? You've been together? Han Yu asked unrelentingly.

Although Murong had told Zhou Erya the general situation, Han Yu still wanted to hear more different versions in other people's mouths.

"Accidents?" Zhang Heming fell into the memory, frowned slightly, and suddenly clapped his hands, "By the way, before Bai Fei fell from the building, there was a power outage in the background." Let's go out and look for power, and let's talk about it...... I vaguely seemed to hear what Murong was saying, but I wasn't sure, because many people were talking at the time, and after finding a gas lamp, I heard An Lin's screams......"

Recently, the electricity supply has been very unstable, and even in the university, there are frequent power outages, so there are spare gas lamps and candles everywhere.

However, at that time, a group of their little girls were busy discussing new plays, and they were used to the power outage, and they had a few arguments in the dark before they slowly went to find the light.

When the call came to light again, only An Lin's screams were heard, and the tragedy had happened.

That's the trouble.

Han Yu frowned, scribbled down with a pen in a notebook, and asked, "How many people were in the background at that time?" ”

They are the closest people to the deceased.

Zhang Heming pinched his fingers and calculated, and stretched out his palm: "At that time, the backbone of the troupe was there, seven people in a row, but Bai Fei and An Lin walked out at that time, me, Murong, Xiaoping, Jiu'er, Wen Niang, the five of us were discussing a new play and preparing for the next performance." ”

These names Han Yu have all seen them on the roster and know the general situation.

But...... Rehearsing a new play?

He remembered that the play of the women's university troupe had been prepared for a long time, and the original performance time was almost over, so how could he rehearse a new play.

Han Yu keenly felt that there was something suspicious here, and hurriedly asked: "I remember that you have been arranging Ibsen's "A Doll's House"? I just came in and saw that the school's poster was also this one, and now I suddenly change to a new play, will the time be too tight? ”

"A Doll's House" celebrates the free spirit of women, criticizes and rebels against the traditional family, and is very popular among female college students.

Almost every school has a few girls who compare themselves to the heroine "Nala", and it is only natural that this female independent drama will be rehearsed in the women's university theater troupe.

But Zhang Heming obviously doesn't think so.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Han Yu, as if praising his carefulness: "Your investigation is quite detailed, that's right, we have been lining up for half a year for "A Doll's House". But Murong and I both felt that this play was the life of a foreigner in the end, and it was too far away from our world. Some of the criticisms in it, although they are quite sharp, are not javelins and daggers after all, we want sharper weapons. ”

Han Yu didn't understand the question of literature and art, so he could only write it down silently in his notebook.

- In his opinion, "A Doll's House" is already very sharp, and the thoughts of these female college students are much more radical than his.

"But with the performance just around the corner, won't there be too much pressure on the actors? How did Bai Fei react? What does she think of the new play? Han Yu thought about it and asked.

Bai Fei is the heroine of the troupe, and of course the female number one "Nala" in "A Doll's House".

She has worked so hard for so long, and suddenly said that she will not act and will change to another play, will it be affected emotionally?

This has the potential to play a key role in the formation of the event.

Zhang Heming sighed and said bluntly: "After Bai Fei's accident, I didn't sleep all night. Indeed, Bai Fei is not very willing to change the play. She is actually mainly beautiful, but she doesn't have much talent in acting, let alone her free acting skills. Nala in "A Doll's House" was also made by hard work, so after listening to my opinions and Murong's opinions, I still felt very hesitant...... She must have rejected it in her heart. ”

Bai Fei's thoughts are the same as ordinary people, she finally arranged a play, and after so much effort, she suddenly said that she would tear it down and start over, she would inevitably be unhappy, and she was even more worried.

"But this kind of refusal is only limited, after all, the whole group agreed, and she couldn't say anything later, so she could only focus on the team." Zhang Heming felt that this little emotion would never affect life and death.

"Then why didn't she, who was the heroine at the time, discuss the plot with you?" Han Yu felt in his heart that Zhang Heming looked straightforward, but he was actually very mean, or too rude-saying that the deceased was just beautiful and had no acting skills, so he didn't feel that there was any affection between them.

Even if it was Murong, if she didn't ask, she would never judge others easily.

Thinking about the sharp and satirical articles written by Zhang Heming, it is not difficult to imagine that she should be such a mean and more serious person.

The plot discussed at that time had nothing to do with her, she was not interested in inconsequential supporting roles, and went out with An Lin...... I didn't actually notice why they went out. ”

"Was she okay then?" Han Yu jotted down the key points on the paper and asked again.

"I really didn't pay attention...... It's about the same as usual. Zhang Heming recalled, paused, and added, "In fact, Bai Fei's mood has been very good recently, which is different from when she first entered the school. ”

Her tone was slightly hesitant, as if she was also thinking about something.

Han Yu noticed it and asked, "Was Bai Fei in a bad mood before?" ”

Zhang Heming sighed: "Bai Fei looks proud, but she actually has an inferiority complex in her heart, when she first went to school, she didn't like to communicate with her classmates. It's a little better to join the troupe, but her heart is still quite sensitive and loves to cry, and we have persuaded her many times to no avail. But ......"

She paused, her eyes flashing, and she seemed to find something suspicious.

"What's wrong?"

But it seems that two or three months ago, Bai Fei's mood suddenly improved, and she often laughed. So even if I had an opinion on the script, I wasn't so unhappy, and we laughed at her if she was in love, but you can also see that there are only girls in our school. ”

Zhang Heming's tone was helpless, this is a women's university, it is obvious that even if Bai Fei wants to fall in love, there is no suitable partner.

That's why they're so unscrupulous about making jokes.

- Sudden changes in mood.

Han Yu carefully recorded this in a small notebook, and he instinctively instinctively felt that this might be related to the case.

A girl's emotions can affect many things.

This is most likely to be in love, and love is often one of the important causes of hatred and death.

Han Yu felt the need to investigate the people Bai Fei had come into contact with before his death.

But...... First of all, I have to finish asking all the people in the troupe.

- But what is Zhou Erya doing, is he really honest as a mannequin?

Han Yu let out a long sigh, asked Zhang Heming about it for the time being, and asked her to take her to Murong.

At this time, Zhou Erya was really sitting in the studio honestly.

He froze ahead, not knowing what was going on his mind, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

Su Yemin exclaimed: "You are such a perfect model!" You can not move for so long! ”

Even if you are a professional model, it is difficult to stay motionless in the same position for a long time, but Zhou Erya is different, he stays there, as if he has become a perfect sculpture, like contemplation, but also like in a daze.

"Get used to it."

Zhou Erya's lips twitched and she spoke softly.

The sunlight outside the window poured in and sprinkled in front of him, and the fresh breeze in the campus mixed with the smell of the paint made him feel very familiar.

- Many years ago, he used to sit patiently like this.

It's just that at that time, there was a gentle and beautiful woman in front of me - that was the most beautiful woman in the world.

It's like the best words in the world are gathered in her, with eyes as gentle as spring water, a throat that can make the most beautiful sound in the world, and the warmest and softest lips......

"You've been a model before?"

Su Yemin didn't know about Zhou Erya's past, but when he heard some rumors about him during the meal, he was the son of the Overseer family and grew up abroad, so he couldn't help but ask.

A handsome man like him with oriental characteristics should often be asked to be a model in a foreign environment.

"That was a long time ago."

Zhou Erya does not deny it.

His gaze was out of the window, where the ginkgo trees swayed through the dappled sunlight with a familiar and distant scene.

Zhou Erya sat quietly in front of the easel, and the sunlight gradually slanting west sprinkled on his shoulders, showing that the years were quiet.

Su Yemin wanted to muster up the courage to say a few more words to him, but he couldn't bear to break this moment of picturesque silence.

She lowered her head and took a charcoal pen to sketch the outline on the paper, leaving only a quiet rustle in the studio for a while.

The familiar rustling sound made Zhou Erya's heart both calm and sad.

After a long time, Su Yemin couldn't help but speak: "Your silhouette is actually a bit feminine - you won't be angry if I say that, right?" ”

Zhou Erya is very thin, his facial features are very delicate, his delicate chin is slender, coupled with his smooth and delicate eyebrows like peach leaves, slender and charming fox eyes, and lips like flower petals, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a little feminine.

It's just that he himself has a cold and depressed temperament, and the cold eyes that see through everything break the charming arc, showing more affection and indifference, plus his gestures are elegant gentleman's taste, without the slightest greasy and weak, he only feels that his temperament is unique, like a lone pine on the top of the mountain, and he stands proudly in the cold wind.

It's just that the temperament is a mysterious thing, for a small painter like Su Yemin, it can't be completely presented in the brush, she can only depict the facial features and eyebrows as delicately as possible on the drawing board, and the lines look elegant and charming like a woman.

"Boys and girls are rich and noble, and there is nothing to be angry about."

Zhou Erya's tone was still light, and she couldn't hear any emotional ups and downs.

Acting like his mother is a life-giving grace and an unforgettable torture for him.

But whether it is pain or happiness, it is just an experience that must be passed through when you come to this world.

"You must look a lot like your mother." Su Yemin glanced at him secretly, his face turned red again, and he couldn't help but say, "She must be a big beauty." ”

Zhou Overseer's appearance, people who often pay attention to current affairs and read newspapers will see some of his photos, tall and mighty, with hard lines, and he is a powerful person who cannot be provoked at first glance.

As for Zhou Erya's mother, I heard that she was a legendary figure, but about her, all of them were banned back then, and no one mentioned it anymore, like Su Yemin's generation, they didn't know at all, just that he was the son of the Overseer, and the Overseer's wife must be one of the most beautiful people, otherwise the Overseer would not have taken a fancy to it.

Zhou Erya's appearance is indeed not as tough as her father Zhou Overseer, and she must have inherited her mother's beauty.

"Thank you for the compliment, in my heart, she is indeed the most beautiful person in the world." Zhou Erya smiled at her.

Su Yemin's eyes were dazzled by his smile, she usually didn't have any contact with the opposite sex in school, and the men she had seen were not as good-looking and charming as Zhou Erya, so after being stunned for a few seconds, a trace of blush flashed across her face, and she quickly coughed dryly to hide her embarrassment, didn't dare to speak anymore, and buried her head in painting.

Zhou Erya was used to the amazement and shame of girls when they looked at him, so she didn't care, and pondered outside. It seems that the old monk has settled down.

The other side.

Han Yu found Murong in the reference room in the library.

She was looking for some information, and when she saw Zhang Heming leading Han Yu in, she immediately put back the information, stood up and greeted her: "Why are you alone?" Already met Mr. Zhang? ”

Although she was questioning, she didn't show a look of surprise, probably because Zhou Erya was originally a person who didn't follow common sense.

"Yes, I talked to her for a while, can I talk to you now?" Han Yu noticed that the information she put back was in the Who's Who of Women's University.