Jian Jing was the first to rule out Zuo Xin. She targeted Wang, possibly to shift the suspicion, but as a girl, she couldn't carry the body up to the fourth floor.
President Hu went downstairs at 22:40 and came back at 23:05. He was missing for 25 minutes, which gave him the most ample time.
Deng Daoju went to the bathroom at 22:10, returned to the classroom 15-30, and went to the bathroom again after 22:40, leaving twice in total. His kidneys are so bad, why did he go to the bathroom twice in an hour
The male protagonist Luo went to the toilet after 22:40 and went to touch up his makeup at 23:05, which also gave him two times. If he killed Tang the first time he went out and hid her somewhere in the teaching building, and moved her upstairs the second time, he could also avoid Wang and Hu who were outside.
Oh, shit.
If Luo and Deng had not been called out before, whether there was mud on the soles of their shoes would have been very favorable evidence, but she destroyed it with her own hands.
Jian Jing suddenly thought of this and felt extremely regretful.
She had thought that if it was Hu and Wang who went downstairs, she might give them a chance to destroy the evidence, but she never expected that her cleverness would backfire.
It's over. Are there any other clues
Jian Jing thought for a moment, then waved to Wang the cameraman: "Let's talk."
Cameraman Wang: "I have nothing to discuss with you."
"A police officer I know asked me to ask you a few questions." In an emergency, Jian Jing used the person she just met as a pretext without any burden, "Don't you want to clear yourself of suspicion?"
Cameraman Wang pursed his lips and went out with her.
The two had a secret conversation at the end of the corridor.
"I want to know what Tang Yuran said to you." Jian Jing said, "Don't rush to reject me. You are very suspicious now, but I think someone may be framing you."
Wang's attention was diverted: "Who framed me?"
"Of course it's the real murderer." Jian Jing coaxed, "Only by finding the real murderer can you prove that you are innocent, right?"
Cameraman Wang's expression changed for a few moments, and he finally said, "It's nothing. She asked me before if I wanted to shoot a work that could win an award. If I do, I'll do what she said today."
"Is this the content of your conversation in the small garden?"
"No. At that time, she told me to go to her at 11 o'clock to shoot behind-the-scenes footage and I must shoot seriously." Cameraman Wang scratched his hair, "That's it, that's it."
Jian Jing looked at his face without blinking: "You don't know her 'plan'?"
Cameraman Wang asked back: "What's the plan?"
"A plan to make a work that can win an award." Jian Jing asked, "No idea? Are you sure?"
"Sure, I really don't know anything." Cameraman Wang said irritably.
Jian Jing nodded, let him go, and called Deng Daoju to come out.
Deng Daoju went straight to the point: "Do you have any clues, or do you still suspect me?"
"You are responsible for all the props for the club's photo shoot," Jian Jing asked, "I want to know what you bought. Can you show me the bill?"
Deng Daoju hesitated for a moment, took out his mobile phone, found the purchase order and showed it to her, which included: wigs, costumes, plasma, skeletons and other props used in a series of horror movies.
"Have you used plasma today?" She looked carefully. "How many packs have you used? How much is left?"
Deng Daoju was silent.
Jian Jing said calmly, "Think about it carefully."
Deng Daoju's facial muscles twitched slightly, but she didn't know how to read micro-expressions, so she couldn't tell. She only knew that something was going on inside him. After a while, he said, "I used up a few packs." Without waiting for Jian Jing to ask, he took the initiative to explain, "In the toilet."
Jian Jing pretended to be surprised: "Is the blood in the toilet fake?"
"Yes, that was done by Tang Yuran and I together." After saying that, Deng Daoju showed a look of relief on his face and quickly said, "This is a plan. Tang Yuran said that our story is old-fashioned and boring, and it would be useless to shoot it unless we create some gimmicks."
"What's the meaning?"
"It's very simple. If some strange phenomena really happen during the filming of a horror movie, once the news spreads, it will attract a lot of attention." Deng Daoju smiled bitterly, "It's a movie within a movie. It's that simple."
Jian Jing pondered, "Is this Tang Yuran's idea? Who else knows?"
"It should be just me and her. Tang Yuran wants to capture other people's reactions. The more realistic it is, the more convincing it will be." Deng Daoju analyzed. "It would be too fake if we told everyone."
Jian Jing immediately understood.
I have to say that Tang Yuran has quite a lot of ideas. Zuo Xin's script is of average quality, it's President Hu's first time as a director, and with two completely new lead actors, the result can be imagined, it's just for his own entertainment.
But if she does this, maybe he can really come back to life.
The problem now is that the person who could disguise the scene must be someone who knows about it, and Deng Daoju said that only he and Tang Yuran knew about it.
"Why did she only tell you?" Jian Jing seized on the doubt.
Deng Daoju was a little embarrassed: "Uh, I want to pursue the girl in their dormitory. She said that if I help her, she will help me to get in touch with her."
Jian Jing suddenly realized and asked again: "What did you do when you left for the first time?"
"I went to the women's restroom to prepare props, and then Tang Yuran came. She said that if I left for too long, people would be suspicious, so she asked me to come back first. I went to the men's restroom downstairs to clean up, which is true, but I didn't go to the restroom. She told me to go find Lao Wang and ask him to remember to shoot the behind-the-scenes footage."
"How did you arrange it?" she asked carefully.
"Just pour some plasma into the toilet bowl and sprinkle some on the side." Deng Daoju said clearly, "Tang Yuran said she would do the handprint. Girls' hands should be small. After all, this is a women's restroom."
Jian Jing nodded silently in her heart, they all matched.
She remained calm: "Then do you think she was killed while setting up the scene?"
Deng Daoju thought about it seriously and made meaningless gestures: "I think so. She went to talk to Wang first, and then was killed when she went back to the bathroom to set up. It is also possible that Wang killed her and then moved her to the bathroom, but the time was too tight."
"You are a suspect." Jian Jing tried to speak in an objective and calm tone. "The second time she left, you could have gone to the bathroom and killed her. You had plenty of time."
Deng Daoju defended himself: "If I did it, why would I tell you?"
"Because maybe a third person knows about it. If you don't tell me, you'll be highly suspicious." Jian Jing was very calm. "For example, the president, is he really unaware of this plan?"
Deng Daoyou was a little anxious: "I don't know if Lao Hu knows, anyway, it's not me."
Jian Jing controlled her expression, stared at him seriously for a long time, and then nodded slightly, as if she believed it.
The suspicion of Deng just now was just a test. She deliberately said "went to the toilet to kill someone". If Deng was the murderer, he should have said that the toilet was not the first scene and put the blame on Wang. But although he knew that the blood in the toilet was fake, he thought that he was killed during the arrangement, which reduced his suspicion.
The two returned to the classroom, where people were arguing.
"What are you arguing about?" Jian Jing raised her eyebrows.
President Hu was furious and cursed: "They are crazy. I just attended a hometown gathering with Tang Yuran. Does that prove that I have a relationship with her?"
Cameraman Wang asked, "You didn't say before that you knew each other."
"What's there to say? We've only met a few times." President Hu jumped up and down, "Does it really need to be said in detail?"
Zuo Xin and Jian Jing explained: "We were just looking through Tang Yuran's school photos, and she had a photo of a party, and the president was in it."
President Hu said loudly: "At the hometown gathering, we both came from the same place. We are not familiar with each other. We have only met each other when we all get together. We have not seen each other as often as she and I in the community. I don't think it is necessary to talk about it specifically, right?"
The others looked obviously skeptical.
"That..." Male Lead Luo hesitated for a moment, frowned and asked, "I don't mean anything else, it's just that she, I mean Yu Ran, used to have frequent contact with a man, and the man even gave her gifts. Is it you?"
President Hu raised his voice as if his butt was on fire: "That's it! I have a girlfriend, and she and I are just ordinary friends. Don't be suspicious of others."
Zuo Xin was very interested in this and asked, "Does your breakup have anything to do with that man?"
"I can't say whether the breakup she proposed to me was related to that person." Luo smiled bitterly, "I just happened to hear someone say a few words about it."
Zuo Xin asked: "Will you feel resentful about this?"
"Come on, we are not children anymore. It's just a breakup, not murder." Luo said firmly, "Look at me, it's not difficult to get a girlfriend. There's no need to sacrifice the rest of my life for her."
Jian Jing and Zuo Xin looked at him at the same time.
Luo raised his hand: "I have an advertisement in two days. If I perform well, I might be signed. I'm not that stupid. You see, I didn't say much to her today, did I? Did I seem to be pestering her?"
Zuo Xin seemed to believe it, and turned to Jian Jing and said, "Tang Yuran was stabbed to death by a knife or something, right? I think the most important thing is to find the murder weapon and not give the murderer a chance to destroy it."
Jian Jing asked: "What do you mean...?"
"If you don't mind, spread out your things." Zuo Xin said calmly, "It's not me anyway, I'll be the first one to come."
She picked up her bag and dumped everything inside onto the desk: lipstick, pen, earphones, tissues, wallet and charging cable, nothing else.
Cameraman Wang said coldly: "Who is so stupid as to keep the murder weapon next to him?"
"Then you check everyone." Zuo Xin pressed.
Cameraman Wang brought the bag over and made a "whatever you want" gesture: "I don't believe you can find anything."
Zuo Xin ignored him and started searching his bag.
The others were unhappy when they saw this, but they felt like they would be labeled as suspects if they refused, so they hesitated for a while and still took out their belongings.
However, nothing happened.
No one had a murder weapon.
Jian Jing thought for a moment and said, "Zuo Xin is right. We can't give the murderer a chance to take the murder weapon away. Let's work in pairs and search around the building."
"Okay, you have the backing, you have the final say."
Others dragged their feet.
The four-story teaching building is not big, and most of the classrooms are locked. The only empty ones are the four toilets, the classrooms, and the area outside.
It was raining heavily now, but everyone was still focusing on searching the teaching building.
This move is undoubtedly the right one.
Twenty minutes later, a multi-purpose folding knife was found under the trash can in the second men's restroom on the third floor.