The next day, early in the morning

Yue Guanchao woke up yawning, he was about to wash, Song Siyuan ran into the yard where he lived in a hurry!

"What's the matter, in a hurry?"

Song Siyuan picked up the newspaper, and the surprise in her eyes was about to overflow, what kind of anecdote could make her so flustered.

Yue Guanchao sensed that there was a situation, and quickly took the newspaper, and the headlines on the front page were clearly visible:

"The Futang opera troupe has a life case, and the death of an unknown woman is strange"

sprinkled a large paragraph, full of pages without serious words at all, all of them were haunted and haunted.

He saw that the head of this newspaper was "Wild Weekly", no wonder it was so unreliable, it turned out to be a gossip tabloid chasing after the wind.

However, although the reported news is very, the published photos are indeed first-hand information!

The deceased is clearly a middle-aged woman who sprinkled on the stage last night.

Judging from the photos, the deceased's body is intact, there are no signs of beating, and his clothes are only slightly torn, and only his facial features are distorted:

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her lifeless face was covered with two lines of dry blood and tears.

Even if this is a tragic death, the state of the mouth is even more weird!

The corners of the corpse's mouth were split to the cheeks, and the mouth was covered with dried blood, and it looked like a broken pomegranate with red fruits, slightly upturned at an angle, as if it was jokingly mocking.

Just after a glance, Yue Guanchao couldn't stand it anymore and quickly looked away.

"How could this be, I remember when she went out last night, she was still alive, how could she suddenly die tragically?"

Song Siyuan was puzzled, and Yue Guanchao couldn't see the meaning behind the woman's death.

"Brother, don't you feel that this lady seems to be drunk, otherwise why would such a wide corridor hit Sister Siyuan?"

Yue Erpao's words finally made Song Siyuan smell the reason behind the woman's death:

"Could it be that he slept in the alley after drinking and was killed by some homeless people!"

"I don't know, I only know that the homeless man intercepted the road to ask for money, what did he want to kill her?"

There was no solution for a while, although Song Siyuan didn't know why she died, she could clearly feel the abnormality, and it must not be simple for this woman to have an accident at this juncture.

She looked at Yue Guanchao, and her eyes were slightly nervous:

"We went to the Futang Theater, maybe we came to the theater."

Seeing that the Yue brothers were confused, Song Siyuan decided to explain the guess in her heart first:

"This woman died in the alley behind the theater, in essence, it is not under the control of the theater, there must be someone who wants to guide the theater, so the theater is repeatedly mentioned in the news, subtly attracting the attention of readers, and it is clear that she wants to splash dirty water."

"The sheriff's department should have arrived, and we might be able to go to the scene of the crime."

Yue Guanchao knew that it was no further ado, and rushed to Baza Street with Song Siyuan.

The alley behind the theater was full of people watching the excitement, and some unscrupulous reporters clicked to shoot and get big news through next means.

This is a commercial street in the market, which is already full of traffic, and the patrol of black hats and black coats has set up a cordon, which makes it even more congested.

Song Siyuan got out of the car with the Yue brothers, and after showing his press card, he was quickly taken into the alley by the inspector!

"Captain Zheng, the Fengtian Times are here!"

Yue Guanchao looked at Captain Zheng, he was probably the leader of the security team, he was the only one who was not wearing a uniform, wearing a dark leather jacket and corseted work pants, and big black sunglasses covering his face.

The rest of the security officers were busy using lime to outline the deceased, collect evidence, and take pictures for preservation, and he was the only one standing at the mouth of the alley with a cigarette in his hand.

Song Siyuan patted him on the shoulder:

"Captain Zheng, I caught you smoking while on official business, have you forgotten the regulations for public security and public affairs that the chief inspector just promulgated?"

Zheng Ke turned his head and took off his sunglasses and glanced down:

"Go, go, a little girl, the rules are all used to deal with outsiders, but you ask your own people to come!"

Song Siyuan blinked:

"Why do you have so many crooked reasons, when I see my brother, I have to join you."

"Join me? The charter says that no idle people are allowed to enter the case-handling scene, and since you want me to abide by the law, I'm going to bomb you out?"

Song Siyuan looked outside the cordon, and the other reporters were indeed waiting outside, and what he said was true.

"It's settled, you let us watch the scene, I won't pursue this matter."

Zheng Ke's eyes widened, and he looked like a good show: "Scene, then you are in the wrong place, this is at most the second scene?" ”

"Second scene?"

Song Siyuan became curious: "Could it be that there is still the first scene." ”

"Yes."

Zheng Ke snatched the newspaper with a look of disdain:

"In order to grab the news, this small newspaper even ignored the logic of the incident, wrote it in a mess, and was very alarmist and gossipy, in fact, last night there were people nearby who reported the case, they heard a scream, went to the alley to look, and found that it was a dead middle-aged woman."

"It was probably at that time that the gossip tabloids heard the news, took a photo of the deceased, and directly made up a bizarre story and sent it out."

"So what? What do you think, Captain Zheng? ”

Song Siyuan teased.

"Come with me and you'll see."

"Where?"

"The scene of the first crime."

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