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The assistant took Qi Yu to a small black room specially designed for interrogation of suspects.

Qi Yu came in and sat down. Given the presence of the camera, he couldn't take too much aim at Xiao Ling, so he deliberately said: "I didn't expect the detective to be the first to interrogate me. Could it be that the detective thinks I'm the murderer?"

Xiao Ling smiled lightly: "I just don't rule out the possibility. At present, the three of you who don't have an alibi are equally suspected."

Qi Yu sneered, but suddenly another thought arose in his heart.

Qi Yu knew that he got the commoner card this time and was not the murderer, but Xiao Ling didn't know.

Xiao Ling would doubt him.

If Qi Yu magnified this suspicion and made Xiao Ling believe that he was the murderer, wouldn't Xiao Ling, a detective, fail very badly?

Although the player who gets the civilian card is obliged to assist the detectives to find the real culprit.

However, the detective himself suspects that he is wrong, so what does it matter to him?

Thinking of this, Qi Yu's mentality changed, and he deliberately began to leak information: "Yes, it's normal for the detective to suspect me. After all, for me, it's better for someone like him to die."

Xiao Ling: "Have you guys argued before?"

"I've had a dispute. He has such a bad temper. Is it strange that he doesn't quarrel?"

The original rules of the game are that players can conceal relevant information before the detective finds evidence for the player. In order to make his suspicion look bigger, Qi Yu directly blew up some personal information: "Because the previous exams of the Imperial College were Sima His grades are better, so compared to ours, he is most likely to win the first prize. If he dies, it will certainly be a good thing for me!"

Qi Yu blew himself up, but Xiao Ling asked: "'We'? Is his grades better than Yang Miao's?"

Qi Yu didn't expect Xiao Ling to focus on Yang Miao, he was stunned for a moment, and said: "Yes."

Xiao Ling continued to ask Yang Miao about related matters: "Do you know that Yang Miao loves shopkeeper Li?"

"He did it unilaterally. I think shopkeeper Li is honest with him." Qi Yu didn't understand why Xiao Ling's attention was on Yang Miao, so he reminded, "I said, detective, Yang Miao didn't The time of the crime. Did you forget that the deceased died in his room, and he had an alibi throughout the whole process, and finally discovered the scene of the crime with you, the detective, did you forget?"

Xiao Ling smiled lightly: "Thank you for reminding me."

Qi Yu saw that Xiao Ling, as a detective, missed the point, and had to be reminded by himself to clarify his thoughts, so he couldn't help but glance at the camera.

Coincidentally, the cameraman was also taking a close-up of him.

Qi Yu was a little proud, and turned his body sideways so that his entire face could be photographed by the camera. He pretended to be earnest and warned: "According to logical reasoning, the real culprit must be me, Shao Qian, and Hua Luo. For those who don’t have an alibi, remember to interrogate the three of us when you are interrogated.”

"Okay." Xiao Ling calmed down and said, "Since you are so active, why don't you tell me about your life?"

Qi Yu saw that Xiao Ling put the focus on himself, and that his plan was about to succeed, so he was willing to continue to blow up his character setting: "I, this year. When I was young, I got lost while watching lanterns on the river bank with my family. Fortunately, an orphan was picked up by a private school teacher outside Kyoto, so he studied hard to change my life after high school, so no one can stop my way forward!"

He deliberately added a few words about his attachment to the champion to deepen his suspicion.

A reminder sound came from Xiao Ling's earphone.

"Ding——Since the detective touched on the key words, the character setting of the detective is now supplemented."

Xiao Ling was taken aback, what's going on?The detective still plays?

The female voice of the inorganic system in the earphone said: [18 years ago, you were the county magistrate of Jiangcheng. On a snowy night, you and your son went to the river bank outside Kyoto to watch lanterns, but unfortunately, your son got separated.These years, even though you have been an official, your heart is still empty and you miss your son.You know that your son has a red mole on the palm of his hand. If you find your son, please recognize him. 】

Xiao Ling: "..."

Xiao Ling: "Let me ask a question, do you have any red moles on the palm of your hand?"

"Yes, I have."

Qi Yu spread out his hands, and the prop master of the program group wrote four large characters in red pen on his palm: "This is a red mole."

Xiao Ling: "..."

No wonder he didn't give the age to his character setting, it turned out he was digging a hole here and waiting.

But is this recognition process really necessary?No matter what the identity of the detective is, it doesn't help in solving the case, does it?

...Purely for the sake of spilling blood?

Seeing that Xiao Ling didn't speak, Qi Yu thought that he didn't doubt himself, so he hurriedly said: "Do you remember what I just said? I must be the number one scholar in the exam before I can find my family back!"

Xiao Ling stood up and said, "I also tell you a secret."

"what?"

Xiao Ling leaned close to Qi Yu's ear and said softly: "...I am your father, or in the words of this era - I am your father."

Qi Yu: "???"

Fuck, the public is taking advantage of the show? ? ?

"Hello!" Qi Yu was about to lose his temper.

Xiao Ling waved his hand and said, "You can go, I want to interrogate other people."

"Who?"

"Shao Qian."

Seeing that Xiao Ling followed his guidance and locked the suspects among the three of them, Qi Yu felt a little flustered, and patted Xiao Ling on the shoulder, as kindly as a big brother in the group: "Well, you have to trust my reasoning , if you foolishly make a wrong vote, you will also embarrass our regiment."

Xiao Ling shook his head, looked at his "stupid son" lovingly, and sighed: "Everyone adopts a son who hopes to be smart. I have been fooled by being smart all my life. I only hope that my son is stupid and rude, and there will be peace without disaster or difficulty."

Qi Yu: "???" What are you talking about?

……

In the director's room, the executive director Xiao Chengzi asked strangely, "Why didn't Xiao Ling recognize his relatives as required by the program?"

"Should I remind him with a headset?"

Fang Qian, the chief planner, shook her head and smiled softly: "He admitted it, it's just that the other party didn't understand."

Fang Qian's eyes stayed on Xiao Ling's calm and thinking face.

Another director who was in charge of the post-production thought it was very interesting: "When the time comes to do the post-production, how about I want to dub the song 'Cold leaves are falling, sprinkle all over my face...' for Xiao Ling's confession?"

"I think I can add the song 'My old father, my dearest person...'"

"Stop talking, I have a picture in my mind!"

"It's all right, this Xiao Ling is pretty good at making trouble."

……

When Shao Qian came, he brought good news.

"I found the murder weapon."

Xiao Ling: "The dagger on the chest of the deceased?"

"Yes." Shao Qian took out a scabbard, which was similar in size to the knife on the chest of the deceased, "I found this from Hualuo's room."

Xiao Ling used it for comparison, and it is true that the sizes are similar, but it cannot be concluded just like that.

Xiao Ling said quietly: "Mr. Shao thinks the real culprit is Hualuo?"

Xiao Ling knew that Shao Qian used to be a detective and was a senior host, so his opinion was very important.

Sure enough, Shao Qian did not disappoint. He neatly took out a blueprint drawn by himself.

The layout of the east building is written on it. The four rooms in the east building are the sky-shaped room, the ground-shaped room, the herringbone-shaped room and the yellow-shaped room, which are respectively occupied by Shao Qian, Xiao Ling, Hua Luo, and Yang Miao.

When the crime happened, Yang Miao left the room, and Xiao Ling was at the door of the inn.

The remaining Shao Qian and Hua Luo both claimed that they were doing their own thing in the room.

No one proved it.

Shao Qian pointed to the layout of the room and said, "Look, there is not even a few minutes between Yang Miao and Li Jianling's departure and your return. During this time, no matter whether you move the corpse to the second scene from other places or decide to kill someone It's too hasty."

Xiao Ling understood: "So what Mr. Shao means is that the murderer must have committed the crime conveniently, and only those who were very close could complete the murder in such a short time and leave the scene. Therefore, you suspect Miss Hualuo."

"In addition, I found the scabbard matching the murder weapon that I found in her room. In addition, when the detective asked us what we were doing in the afternoon, Hua Luo said that she was practicing the piano."

"Yes."

"But we are on the second floor, but I didn't hear any piano sound. Did she lie about this?"

Only a murderer can lie.

Xiao Ling: "Thank you, Mr. Shao, I want to use the right of interrogation for the last time."

Shao Qian: "Who is it?"

Xiao Ling: "Yang Miao."

"Yang Miao?" Shao Qian was surprised, and then his expression was serious, "I suggest you interrogate Hualuo for the last time, and ask her what happened to the scabbard. You only have the right to interrogate her one last time."

Xiao Ling nodded: "I know, I still want to interrogate Yang Miao."

"Okay." Shao Qian stood up.

Shao Qian often hosts large-scale cultural events in China, but he is a person who clearly distinguishes formal occasions from variety shows, and does not put on airs in variety shows, and even seems a bit "old and unscrupulous".

The brain-burning and funny style of the variety show "This Time It's Your Turn" was established by him.

Hearing that Xiao Ling insisted on his own opinion, Shao Qian was not angry at all. Instead, he said in a heartbroken way: "Detective, don't find the wrong real culprit. Do you know how many times I have been a detective before?"

"I don't know."

"Twelve times, and do you know what my rate of solving crimes is?" Shao Qian snorted arrogantly, "I only successfully solved cases four times!"

It's strange to say that Shao Qian will escape successfully if he gets the murderer card, but his detection rate as a detective is not high.

"Being a detective is difficult. For the first time, you have to listen to other people's opinions."

"I know, thank you Mr. Shao." Xiao Ling nodded.

Unlike Qi Yu who was frantically trying to influence Xiao Ling's choice with rhythm, Xiao Ling knew that Shao Qian's suggestion was completely sincere.

The right to interrogate was used for the last time, and Yang Miao was still eating melon seeds when she came in.

Shao Qian brushed past him and yelled at him: "Yang Sanshui, answer the detective's questions well, it's not easy for a new detective."

Yang Miao: "Got it, I'm serious, okay?"

Yang Miao sat down, as serious as a primary school teacher's class, and said solemnly: "Mr. Detective, what do you ask, what do I say."

Still did not give up cracking melon seeds.

Assistant Wang Ming couldn't help but said: "Sanshui, you're eating props again."

"Good props, share with good detectives." Yang Miao pushed the melon seeds forward, "Try it?"

Xiao Ling: "Do you know that my right to interrogate you was used for the last time?"

"I know, you doubt me." Yang Miao said bitterly.

Generally speaking, the right to interrogate is only three times, so the last time the detective has the right to interrogate, he will interrogate the most suspected person in his mind.

Xiao Ling smiled: "Then why don't you just explain how you committed the crime."

"How did I commit the crime? Where did I commit the crime?" Yang Miao, an old player, didn't like this, "Detective, you want to deceive me, it's impossible!"

"Then tell me again in detail what you did this afternoon."

"Okay." Yang Miao was sitting upright, "We all listened to Miss Hualuo playing the piano together. I sat in the hall kneading melon seeds, and then I dozed off a little. In the afternoon, I stood up and wanted to take a walk. I saw Li Jianling tinkering with me. Tea box, you know, I love tea so much, so I said let’s drink tea. So we went back to my room to drink tea and sat for a while, the sun was shining on people’s eyes, so I wanted to close the curtains, she saw When I got up, I jumped up with an expression of "what are you going to do to me!" in defense of chastity. I remembered my character design and said that I would recite a love poem for you, but she offended her instead. She Picking up the things we brought, we were about to leave. We came out arguing and met you, detective, and when we went back, we saw the dead man in my room."

Xiao Ling pondered: "So you really like shopkeeper Li."

"Sigh." Yang Miao sighed heavily, "Luo Hua intends to be ruthless."

"I understand, you can leave now." Xiao Ling sent Yang Miao away.

Yang Miao jumped up: "Huh? It's over? Do you still doubt the pure and innocent me?"

Xiao Ling: "You guess?"

Yang Miao: "..."

After the interrogation ended, the assistant reminded: "Detective, there is only one hour left."

"I see, let's go out."

Xiao Ling left the interrogation room and came to the center of the inn. From a distance, he saw Shao Qian and Hua Luo fighting each other, accusing each other of being the murderer.

Shao Qian is an uncle of the national host, and Hua Luo is a popular floret. It stands to reason that the two should have little intersection.

As a result, in the show, they had a tacit understanding——

Fight each other.

For example, when Shao Qian was a detective, he often identified Hua Luo as the murderer, and when Hua Luo was a detective, he always identified Shao Qian as the murderer.

Because of this magical "tacit understanding", the detection rate of both of them is extremely low.

No, the two started again.

Shao Qian asked, "Tell me what's going on with the scabbard?"

Hua Luo's voice was even louder: "Is it strange for such an innocent, beautiful and lovely girl to go out and take a knife for self-defense? And this is not a dagger, it's a knife! A knife for repairing piano bridges!"

"It's as if you love the piano so much, why didn't I hear your piano practice in the afternoon?"

Hualuo was dumb for a while, and immediately became more confident: "The real masters who play the piano are better than their voices!"

Yang Miao and Li Jianling were knocking melon seeds aside, smiling at the two of them fighting each other, Qi Yu was beside him with folded arms, seeing Xiao Ling coming, he stepped forward and asked, "Are you sure about the murderer?"

Xiao Ling raised his eyebrows: "Are you very concerned?"

"nonsense!"

Remembering that the person in front of him was his own silly son, Xiao Ling reached out and touched Qi Yu's head: "Don't worry, relax, your father will always be your father."

Qi Yu: "???" It wasn't recording a show, he really did it!

The director's room was full of laughter again, enjoying this touching scene of father and son who "even if they meet each other, they should not know each other".

"I..." Xiao Ling scanned the entire layout of the inn, and said softly, "I know who the murderer is."

Qi Yu was taken aback for a moment: "You know now?"

Xiao Ling nodded.

Only one question remains, how on earth did this person do it?

The author has something to say: Xiao Lingnian's poem that everyone adopts their sons and hopes to be smart is adapted from Su Shi's "Poetry on Washing Children"

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 dreaming snail;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Zhuohua; 6 bottles of Naive Ghost; 1 bottle of Momo;