But Ma Houde finally felt that what was mentioned in a book thirty years ago was too mysterious compared to the current case, let alone the premise that the author had passed away.
So Ma shook his head, "But the thing happened here, not abroad, right? I said, Lao Qin, otherwise, let go of this so-called hypothesis first, and see if you can give me any clues?"
"I found some footprints at the scene." Lao Qin probably felt that what he said was a bit illogical, so he didn't insist: "After excluding the police and the reporter, there is only one group who are strangers. According to the depth of the footprints, It should belong to a relatively thin person. It may be a short man, or it may be a woman."
"Could it be left by the murderer?" Ma Houde frowned.
Lao Qin shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, it's also possible that the person who reported the case was not the first to find out. Who else came before him, but he didn't choose to report the case... just?"
"But what?"
"Usually, if you are in a panic, the footprints won't look like this..." Lao Qin tilted his head and said strangely: "It looks so calm, as if he walked away slowly."
"Well... Didn't it mean that the deceased had other wounds? What's going on?"
"They're all animal wounds." Lao Qin frowned again and said, "There are cats, and there are dogs... It's very messy."
"Little animals can eat people?" Ma Houde was taken aback... He felt that this murder case became more and more complicated and confusing.
In the end, Ma didn't get any important and useful information, left Lao Qin's office scratching his head, and returned to his department with a cigarette in his mouth.
Recently, Ma has been very free and has regained his former style.
As for why
Of course, it was because the young "superior detective" from the provincial bureau didn't know what he was doing these days, he hadn't been here for a long time, and he was so mysterious that he didn't know what he was doing.
The only thing Ma Houde knew was that he hadn't left the city yet.
"Ah... so annoying!" After smoking a cigarette, Ma Houde still had no idea, and immediately muttered: "Shoot the mines first?"
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Hong Guan was washing his wife's clothes in the ward. Jin Ziyao's due date of delivery is coming up, it will happen in the past two weeks.
Naturally, the fellow uncle in the garage would not tie Hong Guan to work at this time, but rather generously let Hong Guan take a vacation, and the salary was still calculated.
"Hong Guan, someone is looking for you!"
Hong Guan in the bathroom heard what his wife said at this time, so he put down his things and walked out. There was indeed a person here.
A courier... old man? Old man with afro? ? So avant-garde
He took a look at his wife's expression, probably also surprised by the avant-garde of the uncle, and kept sneaking a glance.
"This... old man, you deliver the courier?" Hong Guan asked with some surprise.
"Can't I deliver the courier?" The old courier glared at him, then pulled the clothes mark on his chest, "Water meter delivery, haven't you heard of it?"
"I really haven't..." Hong Guan shook his head, and then said, "But, I didn't buy anything?"
But the old man with the afro seemed to be very impatient. He put the things down and asked Hong Guan to sign them. Then he left quickly without saying a word.
"What is this?" Jin Ziyao asked curiously.
Hong Guan shook his head, while opening the package, it was actually a briefcase or something, and it was thin, and it didn't look like it could hold anything inside.
Hong Guan took out a small envelope from inside, and after opening it, Hong Guan suddenly looked at his wife and said in surprise, "This is the ticket, from the TV station..."
And it's also an admission ticket for the upcoming show "Singer"... Hong Guan frowned. Apart from Cheng Yiran, he really couldn't think of anyone else who would give him such a thing.
But... why send it
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"There are a lot of people."
Luo Qiu looked at the stream of people who were waiting to enter. Of course, how many of these are arranged in advance to cry in front of the camera, and how many are lucky draws...
Boss Luo is naturally not idle, just wasting his life in boredom, buying such useless information.
This is the recording studio where the "Singer" program was recorded. As for why the owner of the club and the maid can come
Rather, there is no place in this world that these two can't go to.
"After all, there are 800 public judges." You Ye also looked at the scene for a while, and then reminded very dutifully: "Master, Miss Ren and Miss Lizi are also here, over there."
Luo Qiu glanced at it casually, "It's just the media people coming over, don't worry... let's go in."
The boss took his maid and walked calmly in front of the on-site staff. Before he officially entered the arena, he had already arrived at the first row in front of the stage, and found a seat at the end. down.
Some people will know that there is someone sitting here, but no one will know who is sitting here... No one will think of it afterwards, and even the impression will be lost naturally.
The boss suddenly reduced the sense of existence between himself and You Ye to almost zero.
"Speaking of which, I haven't seen you using your mobile phone yet?" Luo Qiu took out the mobile phone and turned it to silent mode.
Even though the sense of existence has almost disappeared, he will still subconsciously do some ordinary people's actions even if such actions seem so superfluous.
Luo Qiu will also notice his actions. The explanation he gave himself was roughly, subconsciously, he still insisted on being a human being.
But there doesn't seem to be anything bad about it either.
"You Ye doesn't need this." The maid smiled and said, "I can hear the master's call immediately, so I don't need this kind of thing."
Will it be lonely
Luo Qiu suddenly thought of this thought.
He would recall the picture of You Ye sitting alone in the club.
The lights had been dimmed or even extinguished, but she sat there quietly, straight, with her hands folded on her lap, and her eyes closed... Just waiting for someone to come, she opened her eyes again.
And the ancient big clock on the wall was beating one after another.
Beating, time that meant nothing to her.
"In the earliest days, human beings didn't need this kind of thing." Luo Qiu looked at his mobile phone and said, "Conversing face to face, eye to eye, or hand in hand, or sitting at the same table, is always closer than ever. "
"But the distance needs it." You Ye replied: "This is the progress of mankind."
"But there is some distance..." Luo Qiu looked at the stage, and said calmly: "It may not be possible to disappear after having this kind of thing."
But when he said this, Luo Qiu shook his head suddenly, pointed to the center of the stage and said, "It hasn't started yet, but since it's here, let me take a photo for you."
The boss turned his palm, and the old out-of-print Hasselblad 500 naturally appeared in his palm.
Luo Qiu held You Ye's hand and came to the center of the stage, smiling, "For the time being, you belong here, okay?"
The lights on the stage suddenly came on.
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"Hey, it's strange, who turned on the lights on the stage?"
When Zhong Luochen was walking in the corridor, he heard the sound of a staff member rushing past. Of course, he didn't pay any attention to it.
Accompanied by Cheng Yun, he just walked into a special viewing room. Below the recording studio are public seats, and there are also first-class seats for the judging group, but naturally there is also a condescending position similar to the VIP seats.
Cheng Yun didn't expect that the Second Young Master would actually plan to attend such an occasion... After learning of Zhong Luochen's request, he quickly arranged it. As for the reason, if the master didn't say it, he naturally wouldn't ask too much.
This is the quality of an excellent follower.
Of course, strictly speaking, the director of this TV station can be regarded as a person under the faction of the Second Young Master's family, so it couldn't be easier to arrange such a place.
"Second Young Master, wait here, I'll get you something to drink, and stop by to see how Cheng Yiran is getting ready. Then I'll wait for Miss Zhang at the door and bring her over."
"Go." Zhong Luochen nodded.
He sat down by himself and didn't open the curtain in front of him. He just closed his eyes and rested quietly. Naturally, he didn't have any interest in this kind of competition.
He just wanted to see what Cheng Yiran could do... Whether tonight could make the 800 spectators mesmerized like he did at kamp; that day.
"If there is such a... magical 'magic power'." Zhong Luochen chuckled to himself, "It's really worth investing in."
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Outside the TV station, Hong Guan held the ticket in his hand, with a hesitant expression on his face... he didn't know whether he should go in or not.
He still has Cheng Yiran's phone number.
However, he has not played for a long time.
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