The producer is the art director.
She is in her thirties, with messy hair tied into a bun, and a slightly serious, even mean look on her face.
"What's up?" the art director asked irritably. "I just went to bed. Is there anything you can't tell me tomorrow?"
"I'm afraid you don't have to work tomorrow, so I'll keep you for a while." Jian Jing continued to use trust to bring both parties closer, "Let's just chat."
The art director frowned and reluctantly agreed to invite her in.
Jian Jing looked around. The art director's room was very messy. The desk and bed were piled with drafts, and simulation software was running on the laptop.
The ashtray was full of cigarettes, and even though the windows were open, there was still a strong smell of cigarettes.
"Sit anywhere." The art director sat in the armchair, crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, "What?"
Jian Jing got straight to the point: "What do you think about Qu Jie's death?"
The art director said coldly: "It's okay, it's not like I'm dead."
"I heard that Qu Jie is not very popular."
"There is no shortage of idiots in the world." The art director swore calmly, "It's not a pity that this person died. Don't expect me to have much sympathy for him - I have to sympathize with myself. I have been preparing for a play for several years and now I have encountered such a thing. I don't know what to do next."
Jian Jing said: "As far as you know, who has such a motive to kill Qu Jie?"
The art director shrugged: "I don't know, maybe a lot of people."
"You came back at 11:50 this evening. Did you hear any noise?" she asked.
"I didn't notice it." The art director said without hesitation, "I took a shower after I came back, and then I was busy with my work. I didn't notice anything."
"What..." Jian Jing turned to her window, "Has this window always been open?"
The art director said, "It's been a while."
"Do you remember the time?"
She thought for a moment and said, "I remember it was just past 12 o'clock, I felt stuffy, so I smoked a cigarette at the window and never closed the door."
Jian Jing immediately became interested: "So, if someone walked past the window, you should be able to spot it?"
"Maybe." She did not give a definite answer.
Jian Jing walked to the window and leaned out.
After a moment, she got the answer and said goodbye to the art director: "Thank you for your cooperation, sorry for disturbing you."
The one who came back after 12 o'clock was the director of photography, and the second one was the chief photographer, who was 46 years old this year. Like many photographers, he was muscular, tall and strong, and standing there he looked like an iron tower.
However, in stark contrast to his appearance, the photographer spoke slowly and even teased her.
"I didn't expect that Teacher Jian not only writes mystery novels, but can also solve cases." He said, "When Lao Li told me about it, I couldn't believe it."
Jian Jing: "I just happened to have some ideas, I hope I can help."
"This is the best. If we call the police, the media will be like flies to the scent, sniffing out news endlessly. And the fans..." He shook his head, looking annoyed. "Forget it, let's get back to the point. What do you want?"
Jian Jing: "Do you know anything about Qu Jie?"
"I'm not very familiar with you. We've never worked together before. I've only heard some news about you, and your reputation is not very good." The director of photography said bluntly.
Jian Jing pretended to be curious: "What's wrong with it?"
"They don't have much ability, but they have a bad temper and they think they are a piece of cake." He said, "But to be honest, there are really too many people here. I'm not surprised at all. If it weren't for the money, they would have given up long ago."
"But my acting skills are just average." She was genuinely surprised.
"Times have changed. Whether a star can make money has nothing to do with whether he can act." The director of photography sighed, "Fans are willing to spend money, the market buys into this, and the bosses treat them like treasures."
Jian Jing asked, "Will anyone be jealous of this?"
"Of course there are colleagues, but no one here has a grudge against you. If you have to say, it's only Xiaobai, but you know better than me that there's no need for me to compete with artists. Filming is just for fun now." He was straightforward. "I wonder who has such a deep hatred that they would kill people to silence them."
"Do you think that the grudges between you and the crew members are far from this serious?"
The director of photography said slowly, "If it's just for work, there's no need. We can't say that everyone in our crew is experienced, but there are more weirdos in the industry than you think. Who hasn't encountered them? Murder? There's absolutely no need. Everyone will go their separate ways in three months."
Jian Jing heard the hidden meaning: "What if it's not just because of work?"
"Then I don't know." The director of photography said, "Anyway, Qu Jie and I have no intersection. Damn it, I have more troubles than benefits."
"Your room is very close to mine. Did you hear any noise when you came back?"
"No."
"Is there any sound over there?"
The director of photography thought about it and still shook his head.
"very quiet?"
"There's nothing else to do anyway."
"Have you been in the room since you came back and found the body?"
Raised an eyebrow: "Suspect me? Or do you want an alibi?"
"To be honest, you are a big suspect." Jian Jing said seriously, "Qu Jie was strangled to death. It is more likely that the murderer is a strong man."
The director of photography hissed and denied it again and again: "I didn't kill him."
"Do you have an alibi?"
He shook his head regretfully: "It's the middle of the night, who can I ask for proof?"
"Did you talk to friends and family on the phone?"
Shake .
"Just follow the actions of others," she reminded again.
But the director of photography said, "I closed the doors and windows, and I didn't see anything."
Having gained nothing, Jian Jing had to leave with regret.
Director Li is the best one.
When we got up, it was already dawn.
Director Li was in low spirits, sitting under the pergola in the courtyard smoking a cigarette, and asked, "When will the investigation be completed?"
Jian Jing: “… not so fast.”
"It's almost dawn. I have to reschedule my work this morning so I can't start work until the afternoon." He was very annoyed. "Since the person is dead, we can just delete everything and reshoot it. This will cost a lot of money."
Jian Jing looked at him secretly.
Director Li said to himself, "I should have been more resolute and not let Qu Jie join the group. Sigh."
"You knew it earlier?" She asked in surprise, "Did you know something would happen?"
Director Li reacted subconsciously and said quickly, "No, no, that's not what I meant. It's just that, hey, Master Long and I met once before, and he said that my career would be hindered by a villain and asked me to be careful. At that time, I thought it might be Xiao Qu, and there was a rumor at that time..."
He said vaguely: "I just want to delay it, who knows... Oh!"
"When was it before?" Jian Jing asked, "Before the accident?"
Director Li said: "In June and July, I was on vacation in Malaysia."
Jian Jing showed a subtle look.
Master Long must be a liar anyway. After all, these vague statements about "being hindered by villains" or "being haunted by resentment" are the same as zodiac signs. No matter what, you can find a corresponding point.
But his accuracy is a bit high. Yesterday he said Qu Jie would be in trouble, but he died in the early morning. Is it a coincidence, or a real skill, or... the mastermind behind the murder
With her mind racing, Jian Jing couldn't help but probe: "What do you think about Qu Jie's death?"
Director Li hesitated to speak.
"I'm not a policeman, and what you said is not testimony, don't worry." Jian Jing comforted her skillfully.
Director Li then lowered his voice and said half-heartedly, "It must be a ghost."
Jian Jing: “…” Although people in the entertainment industry generally hold the view that “it is better to believe in them than not to believe in them” regarding ghosts and gods, it is still rare to be so superstitious.
"Why?" She asked patiently.
Director Li confidently said: "I heard that the female ghost specializes in killing unfaithful men. She must have targeted Xiao Qu and knew that you were messing around, so she killed you."
Jian Jing's eyes slightly changed, and she asked intriguingly: "Will you mess around to the point where you'll be killed by a female ghost?"
Director Li sighed, revealing an indescribable subtle expression.
"The female ghost was abandoned because she was pregnant. Did Qu Jie do such a thing?" She grasped the key point sharply, "What do you know?"
Director Li hesitated slightly and said tactfully, "Xiao Qu is young and knows how to have fun. I think she must have been pregnant before. This is not surprising."
"Is there any girl like this in the crew?"
Director Li shook his head: "I don't know, you are not as good as my agent."
"Apart from personal ethics issues, do you have any other conflicts with the crew?"
Director Li said bitterly: "If I have to say, it might be me. I scolded you this afternoon. But what's the point of me killing you? Now I have to find someone to replace you."
"Where are the others?"
"There have been some altercations, but I don't think it's serious enough to warrant murder." Director Li said pertinently, "There are many artists with bad tempers. We are just partners, so it's not that serious."
Jian Jing was thoughtful. The crew all had similar opinions, thinking that Qu Jie's death would affect the progress of filming and cause unnecessary trouble, so there was no need for her to do anything unnecessary.
"What is the relationship between the leading actress and Qu Jie?" She found a new entry point.
Director Li said: "It's a bit ambiguous."
Jian Jing made a gesture for him to speak, asking him to explain in detail.
"It was when we worked together before." Director Li answered vaguely, "I just heard about it."
Jian Jing checked the time on her phone.
Bei Nu married her husband three years ago and started working with Qu Jie a year and a half ago.
Good job.
It now becomes necessary to prepare for a visit immediately.
The sun had risen completely. Jian Jing ate the breakfast brought by Jiang Baiyan and knocked on Miss Bei's door with confidence.
She was applying a facial mask: "What's up?"
Jian Jing told her that she had taken over the investigation of the case.
Bei Nu showed no interest at all and said absentmindedly, "Really? I see."
"I have a few questions for you." Jian Jing sat down and looked at her for a moment, then decided to drop a bombshell right away, "You've been in a bad mood recently, is it related to Qu Jie?"
Bei Nu came over in surprise: "What?" She looked very surprised, "I don't understand what you mean."
"It's just a guess." Jian Jing said with a smile, "I've watched your previous dramas, and your acting is pretty good, but your condition has been obviously not right in the past two days, and you have failed several times."
Bei Nu's face suddenly darkened: "That has nothing to do with Qu Jie."
"This is weird." Jian Jing muttered to herself, "I thought those harsh words he said before were directed at you."
Yesterday, Qu Jie said two harsh words, one was during the exorcism ceremony, and the other was after he had a quarrel with Director Li. At first glance, it sounded like he was just venting his anger, but Jian Jing was already a high-level observation card, and she would never miss his glance at Miss Bei.
In addition, she had just "consulted" Jiang Baiyan, and he confirmed that Miss Bei and her husband were both playboys. It was common for them to flirt with others during filming, and they had even been photographed by paparazzi. However, the couple still presented themselves as a loving couple to the outside world.
Two people who have both cheated in their marriage, are so distracted for so long just because their husband has an affair with someone
Jian Jing boldly guessed that she was not depressed because of her husband's infidelity, the real reason was probably Qu Jie.
"Are you really not threatening or blackmailing you?" she asked.