Futang Cinema, theater backstage, makeup pavilion

As soon as you enter the theater, the daytime theater is less magnificent, the stands are so silent, but it seems empty and ancient, and the sunlight casts light from the panes, which has a sense of tranquility that takes people's souls.

They made their way to the backstage and immediately heard a whimpering cry.

The running apprentices wandering around all looked impetuous and panicked, and when they saw the security guard corps hiding far away, they were afraid that they would find them.

"Where's your landlord?"

Zheng Ke grabbed a trotting hall and asked, this running hall trembled like a chicken, and pointed to the makeup pavilion on the second floor.

"Woooooo Caihe, you died so miserably!! ”

Yue Guanchao heard the crying in the makeup pavilion, looked at Song Siyuan and hurriedly walked into the makeup pavilion.

The treatment of famous actors, like movie stars, has a special stage makeup pavilion, and the makeup pavilion they enter is exclusive to Lou Yunxian, and the corners next to them don't even think about it.

Yue Guanchao took a look, the square Zhou Zheng space of the makeup pavilion is quite large, and the front and back makeup pavilions are separated by a screen of eight-fold peony screens.

The front makeup pavilion is a dressing area, with a row of dressing tables, the warm yellow lights around the mirror illuminate the room, and many things are placed on the tabletop, such as wigs, heads, jewelry, makeup boxes, needles and threads, watering cans, hair combs...... Quyi is readily available.

There is a whole row of hangers on the back of the dresser, which is full of various costumes, most of which are often worn by Lou Yunxian, and the value is not costly.

The second half was blocked by the screen, and he walked into the screen to see, inside was a mahogany chaise longue, a Western-style sofa coffee table, a record player, a wardrobe, and a balcony when he pushed the door outward!

This should be a busy makeup pavilion, but at this moment, there is only one owner.

Seven or eight other female apprentices were there.

It's just that they are all lying on the ground, out of breath!

An apprentice knelt on the ground, holding the female apprentice and crying, it seems that these two are still a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks.

"What's going on, how can even they die the same way?"

As soon as Song Siyuan came in, she immediately lifted the white cloth and took a closer look.

Ooh~

These female apprentices were bleeding and tearful, with weird smiles at the corners of their mouths, lying neatly on the ground, which was clearly the way of death of middle-aged women.

"Landlord, tell us, when did you find them?"

As soon as Zheng Ke asked, Lou Wenliang sighed:

"Last night, around twelve o'clock, I went to the backyard to count the number of people, and found that the light in Caihe's room was not turned on, at this time in the past, the apprentices had already packed up the makeup pavilion and slept, I thought they were in the makeup pavilion, and when I went backstage to see, these people were ......"

Lou Wenliang couldn't go on, although he was an apprentice who didn't have a corner, but in the end, how many lives were there, his eyes were red, and he shook his head in annoyance.

Zheng Ke continued to ask with an expressionless face:

"Were there anyone else here when you came?"

Lou Wenliang seemed to think of something, and hurriedly reminded:

"Oh, Yunxian was still in the makeup pavilion when I left, I went to the backyard at twelve o'clock, and found that she was not in her own yard, I thought she was practicing her voice on the stage again, and she couldn't rest even with those apprentices, so I wanted to go over and urge, and then these apprentices have become like this."

Zheng Ke smelled the suspicions, and Gujing Wubo's eyes finally had emotions:

"And where did she go?"

Lou Wenliang shook his head unexpectedly: "I don't know this, sometimes she does disappear, she is the pillar of Futang Courtyard, I can't ask in detail, so I will let her." ”

"That means the apprentice's death may have something to do with her."

Lou Wenliang was speechless for a while, he couldn't admit it, if Lou Yunxian was imprisoned, his business would come to an end.

Zheng Ke jotted down the suspicions in his notebook and looked at the security officer behind him: "When did that woman die?" ”

The vigilante took out the record and said with a slight smile:

"Captain, according to the duty record of the security officer's branch, there was a husband who wanted to go to the back alley at that time, and as soon as he arrived in the alley, he found that the woman was dead, and he immediately went to the branch office to report the case, and went to the back alley at about one o'clock in the evening.

After Zheng Ke listened to the words of the security officer, a look of conspiracy flashed in his eyes:

"It's strange, the theater is at least three courtyards away from the back alley, how can it be so neatly dead, and at the same time, at twelve o'clock, pull the body back first, and make an autopsy report to determine the time of death."

"Who are the deceased?"

The vigilante reads the booklet:

"These apprentices are all children of poor people, they don't have any big names, after joining the troupe, the owner of the building gave them stage names, Cai He, Cai Ping, Jun En, Jun Li, Xie Fang, Xie Yuan, Wish, Wish."

"Usually they deal with Lou Yunxian's public and private affairs, and at the same time, they also call her master, a maid and an apprentice."

When Zheng Ke heard this, he walked to the white cloth and opened the clothes of these corpses one by one, there were traces of thorn beatings on his legs and stomachs, scabs and new injuries were juxtaposed, and the rest of the place was poured clean without a trace of wounds.

Seeing this scene, distress flashed in his eyes, and he lit a cigarette and continued to look at the last corpse.

Chen Yinmei's corpse was very strange, it was intact everywhere, but her neck had an extra strangulation mark than the other corpses.

The inner lining of the cheongsam was torn off, and the tips of the fingers seemed to be cut and scabbed, I don't know what it represented, and the clues were limited, so I could only press it for the time being.

However, no matter how miserable this old woman is, it is certain that these female apprentices have wounds on their bodies, and he unconsciously squints at Lou Wenliang!