In the middle of the night, Lao Wang and another special actor went to the toilet together. The toilet in the dormitory was repaired outside, and it was troublesome to go to the toilet every day.
The two of them were still drunk, and they talked about the funny thing about fixing the Japanese during dinner today, and couldn't help laughing.
Lao Wang said: "No, I can't hold it anymore, just leave it here and solve it!"
Anyway, it was quiet at night and there was no one. The two of them ran under a tree and took out tools to fertilize. Lao Wang had a pee fight, feeling a bit chilly, and seemed to be a little awake. Suddenly he saw something in the bushes in front of him. Something, rubbed his eyes vigorously.
"Baoqiang, you see what that is!" Lao Wang lifted his pants and greeted his companion.
The two pushed aside the bushes and saw two Japanese officers kneeling there, tied up with ropes. Old Wang was taken aback, and then Baoqiang laughed, "Just like the real thing!"
"Haha, it's the same as it really is."
They thought this was a dummies in the crew. It was past early morning, and it happened to be 918, which was the occasion.
"Hurry up and take it, and send it to the props." Pharaoh suggested.
He stepped forward and touched it with his hand, and a "Japanese officer" fell straight down, a pool of blood leaked from under the collar, and the old Wang screamed like an electric shock, "Isn't this who? Hurry up and call the police! Hurry up! "
The next day, the place where the body was found was cordoned off by criminal police. Peng Sijue led his subordinates to investigate and collect evidence. Lin Qiupu asked two reporters. Lao Wang said: "The dead were two special actors from Japan, one named Tam. Ah, it is Tamura, Shinji Tamura, and the other is Fukujiha, and his full name is Toru Fujiwara."
When he heard that he was a foreigner, Lin Qiupu couldn't help frowning. This case was probably a bit troublesome.
"How did you find it?"
"Last night it was past twelve o'clock. Baoqiang and I went out to go to the bathroom. Because we drank alcohol and were holding back uncomfortably, we settled with the tree next to them, and then we saw two kneeling on the ground."
"Did you notice any abnormalities around you at the time?"
"Abnormal..."
"For example, are there any suspicious people coming and going."
The two shook their heads, Lin Qiupu wrote down their names and contact information, one was Wang Ying and the other was Lu Baoqiang.
Back to reality, Chen Shi was squatting on the ground to examine the corpse. Lin Qiupu asked, "Why are you here?"
"I heard Dongxue say that this case is a bit interesting. Come and have a look. It just happens to be free today."
"It doesn't matter if you are here, it is the two Japanese who died. If the case cannot be solved, it will be very troublesome."
"I mean, how long does it look a little bit like a Chinese."
The corpse lying on the ground, dressed in a cheap costume, was dressed as a Japanese officer. His face was as white as paper. The one called Tamura had his throat cut by a sharp weapon. Fuji was stabbed three times from behind, and the wound was under the clothes. , Indicating that the clothes were worn later.
According to preliminary judgment, the time of death was around nine o'clock last night. One of the more troublesome things is that this place is a small town and there is no surveillance at all.
Chen Shi observed the surrounding grass and said, "There are traces of dragging. It seems that this is not the first scene."
"Do you know what day it is today?" Lin Qiupu said.
"September 18, I heard an air defense alarm in the city in the morning."
"Then do you think this case..."
Chen Shi shook his head, "I never believed the clues that the murderer deliberately showed, unless he killed irrelevant Japanese people continuously, or that said, one person will not kill another person casually. National haters hate this kind of big And general emotions cannot become criminal motives in this era."
A middle-aged man wearing a beret came and said, "Hello, I am the director and producer of this crew. Come and see the situation."
Lin Qiupu asked: "We are investigating, can you talk about the situation of the two deceased?"
"Uh..." The director glanced at the corpse and was a little startled. "They both belonged to my crew. I was very sad when this happened."
"What scene did you shoot?"
"An anti-Japanese drama, called "The Eagle of Fire", is about a group of people spontaneously organized to fight against the ferocious Japanese invaders. Of course, this drama was finished yesterday, so our contract with them will come. It's time."
"Labor Contract?"
"Yes, it's a labor contract, not an employment contract." The director added, "According to the terms of the contract, we don't need to pay compensation, and the funds of our crew are now stretched."
"Okay, these are not under our control, how long have they been in China."
"Tamura has been filming here for six years, and the Chinese is okay. Fujiwara only came a year ago. They should not be in the same place, because they are both Japanese, and they are always together."
"What's the situation in his family?"
"I really don't know this. Our communication is limited to work."
"What about their relationship with the rest of the crew?"
"It's so normal. After all, the language is not fluent, and I don't usually get together during breaks."
Lin Dongxue ran to Chen Shi and asked him if he wanted to visit the place where the two lived. Chen Shi agreed.
Because a film and television base was built here, the residents of the town renovated their original houses and rented them out. The two Japanese shared an apartment with a monthly rent of 1,000. The facilities were really average.
The apartment is an integrated bedroom and bathroom. The bedroom is separated by a curtain. The half where Tamura lives are cleaned up, and Fujiwara is relatively messy.
When Lin Dongxue opened the drawer of Tamura, she found many instant noodle packages. She said: "It seems that he likes Chinese instant noodles."
"I don’t think that his personal items are very old, basically there are no entertainment items. This person should be more economical. Maybe he has a family. Looking at the place where Fujiwara lives, he bought a small refrigerator. I have beer and snacks, and I bought a laptop for the bachelor."
Chen Shi turned on the laptop. There was no password set on the computer. It was full of various websites for watching anime and Japanese TV series. Lin Dongxue said with emotion: "The private life is so rich and exciting. He is still chasing such old Japanese TV series!"
"Have you seen it?"
"I saw it in middle school."
The biggest benefit for foreigners in China is to be able to download all kinds of film and television resources for free on the Internet. I heard that in some countries, you have to pay for the next song. This Fujiwara is not idle, and frantically enjoys the spiritual culture of no money.
On the table were two cans of beer and an opened packet of potato chips. The beer was not finished. Chen Shi bagged them, made a small mark on them to distinguish them, and took them back for testing.
Chen Shi walked to the window and looked at the crowd coming and going down below, lost in thought. At this time, Lin Dongxue glanced at her phone and said: "Xiaodong found one thing. When they had a meal with a few special actors last night, they had trouble. Something unpleasant."