But the pianist is dead.

The autopsy has been identified, and the pianist's body is indeed him, and there is no question of the time of death.

The police also contacted the person who sent the message on the mobile phone as soon as possible, and after interrogation, they did not get any effective information.

After all, they are all friends of the pianist, and they said that they talked about it in a group, and today the team building went to see the pianist's performance.

It was a group chat of musicians, and the usual content of the chat was who had another concert, and whether they wanted to go to it or not.

Some people said, look, and then they contacted themselves privately.

It is said that the part of the others who really came today are also dead.

Those who didn't come had an alibi.

Good guy, this time it's all over again.

I haven't heard of any cases of perverted murderers escaping from prison lately.

The worst possible outcome may be to announce that a new perverted murderer has appeared.

Shabpei is not so pessimistic.

People are dead anyway, and the investigation will be as long as you want, provided that you are not killed.

It's up to man.

Let's take a look at the scene first.

The police should have wiped the blood as soon as possible, but the scene was too big, and there were too many dead and injured.

There are still a lot of heads that need to be claimed and spliced, so the remaining half of the venue has not been cleaned up.

The impact of this blood-red scene on Xia Bupei was much more serious than when he was at the scene before.

After all, Xia Bupei couldn't open his eyes when he was at the scene, and luckily didn't see any heads.

She put on her hazmat suit and looked inside where the police had cleared it.

There was no thought in the mess.

Suddenly, Xia Bupei's eyes seemed to be shaken by something.

It was a mirror that landed on the chair in front of it.

It seems to have accidentally fallen as the audience ran away.

Suddenly, it was as if he had been hit on the head by something heavy.

It was the structure at the top of the concert hall that was unstable and a stone had fallen.

Fortunately, Xia Bupei did not stand directly underneath, and the stone just passed by.

"No, get out, everybody!" Xia Bu Pei suddenly exclaimed.

Although the people around him didn't know what was going on, they could do anything to convict Xia Bupei at any time, but if they didn't listen to this sentence, what if they really died?

This is a place where psychopathic murderers have appeared!

The group quickly evacuated the concert hall almost simultaneously.

"Bump! Click! Syllable! ”

Only a few heavy objects could be heard, and before the people next to them could blame Shabpei for the alarm, the concert hall collapsed without warning.

"Huh?" Nearby police officers and some other forensic assistants raised suspicious voices.

Xia Bupei was actually very confused.

She shouted this sentence at that time, in fact, because she suddenly remembered the illegal building built by Wang Hai somehow.

Although this concert hall claimed to have a first-class architectural team and top-notch building materials when it was attracting investment, Xia Bupei just didn't believe it.

After all, the more you lack something, the more you like to emphasize something.

As a result, this concert hall, for whatever reason, is dying today, in the fifth year of its construction.

Xia Bupei touched his chin and thought.

Although the materials used in the concert hall may not be very good, there is really no reason why it just collapsed.

In the past few years, hundreds of concerts have been held, and there have been no such accidents.

Xia Bupei speculated that the reason for the collapse of this concert hall may be the murderous method used by the murderer.

In other words, the murderer's method of killing should have used the strength of the house itself.

Xia Bupei's first thought was that the murderer had put a hook on the wall.

The hook got into the wall, dragged the crime tool on it, and then the pull was too strong, causing the house to collapse.

Shabpei walked beside the collapsed ruins, looking for a hooked shape inside the wall.

Unfortunately, no.

But Shabpei saw a window.

There seemed to be some strangulation marks on the edge of the window.

Xia Bupei's brain was racing, and it wasn't until she saw a rubber band tied in the hair of a passer-by that she had some guesses.

Maybe there was no hook in the first place, but a thread went through two windows at the same time, and then the knife was cut on both sides, killing people in both directions at the same time.

Lu Jinming was not idle, he had been inspecting the musical instruments at the scene since the beginning.

According to his thinking, in a concert, the most likely line to appear is the strings of the instrument.

And after killing someone, you can also put it back on the instrument.

It's just that he hasn't found a solution to the problem that the string length of the instrument doesn't seem to be enough.

Unfortunately, the instrument has been pulled many times and cannot be easily judged by the degree of wear.

The second is that all the musicians on the scene have passed away indiscriminately, so their instruments are covered in blood, and it is difficult to confirm for a while.

Lu Jinming counted the stools left for the symphony troupe at the scene.

I silently wrote down a number like fifty-four, and planned to check how many musicians there were in total.

Although the damage to the piano is already very bad, the original basic structure and position can still be barely seen.

Lu Jinming picked up a few pieces of the piano and put them together, especially the most moving keys of the piano, which looked quite normal for wear and tear.

Suddenly, Lu Jinming changed his mind.

He began to look for pieces with relatively flat cuts in piano fragments.

Luckily, he really found a few.

He thoughtfully photographed the fragments and put them in a bag of evidence, intending to hand them over later.

After thinking about it, he walked to the ticket gate at the door of the concert hall again.

There are recorders at the entrance of high-end concert halls, and you can remember clearly who came and who didn't.

Although the possibility of someone leaving halfway is not ruled out, the importance of that record is self-evident.

Lu Jinming believes that if the number of people in any group of people is small, although there is suspicion, at least it is a suspicion of low intelligence.

But if the number of audiences and singers is complete and there is nothing missing, then something big is going to happen.

Lu Jinming has a gut feeling that the number of viewers is likely to be smaller.

Xia Bupei and his thinking coincided at a certain moment, but Lu Jinming went to the field investigation, and she was looking for the forensic doctor in charge.

Deng was busier to take off, stitching up the head and beautifying the corpse, although it was not his turn to be a great forensic doctor.

But because there were so many dead, he still spontaneously joined in.

Xia Bupei pinched his nose and entered the office area where he was, surrounded by the smell of formalin and corpses, and several layers of masks could not stop it.

"Forensic Doctor Deng, do you have any records of the corpse? Is there such a compilation? Can you show me? ”