He is the wind and the moon【Entertainment】

When entering the venue for the second search, Xing Xiuyi grabbed two grapes from the fruit plate and ate them.

"Each issue is unswervingly eating props, and inspirational eating destroys the program group." Rong Xier said.

Xing Xiuyi clapped his hands: "It's been searched."

Zeng Chao said: "Yes, there is a box in Rong's painting room that has not been opened."

"The key is with me." Rong Xier said.

Wei Yi unloaded a key from her neck: "Go, let's open it and have a look."

The six of them went to the painting space together. Zeng Chao took down a small iron box from the top of the closet, shook it and there was a sound inside.

Wei Yi took the key and opened it, and there was a mobile phone inside, with a piece of paper and a case book under the mobile phone.

Xie Tanxi took out his mobile phone, and the screen saver was able to write.

"Your sister's phone?"

Wei Yi lost his voice: "Death certificate? Can you write it? Is your sister dead?"

Rong Xi'er's face turned cold, and she remained silent, but Ni Yan seemed to be crazy: "Ronghui wrote it to death? How could it be like this! Isn't she..."

Xing Xiuyi looked at Ni Yan: "What is she not?"

Ni Yan shut up.

The time of death written on the death certificate was two days ago.

Opening the case again, Rong Hui wrote that the time of admission was one month ago. He fell from a high altitude and caused multiple comminuted fractures on his body. He also suffered severe brain trauma and fell into a coma.

Rong Xier said: "A month ago, my sister went out. She didn't tell me that she was going to meet the screenwriter Zhen, so I didn't care. But that afternoon, I received a call from the hospital saying that my sister had fallen from a high altitude and was injured. It was a serious injury, so I had to go to the hospital immediately, I heard the doctor said where she fell, and I knew that she actually went to Screenwriter Zhen's office in the afternoon."

"My sister was in a coma some time ago, and I didn't have time to take care of other things, so I just wanted to watch my sister and wait for her to wake up to ask about it." Rong Xier said: "But her condition has not improved, and the doctor has not come down yet. I issued critical illness notices several times, and then the person disappeared the night before yesterday.”

"Do you think screenwriter Zhen killed your sister?" Xing Xiuyi asked.

Xie Tanxi couldn't turn on the phone, so she asked Rong Xier: "What's the password of your sister's phone?"

"1231, her birthday."

Xie Tanxi turned on the phone, and the chat a month ago did have something that screenwriter Zhen had an appointment to write about.

"I saw the chat records between my sister and her. Screenwriter Zhen asked my sister to talk to her face to face about the book, and the place where my sister fell was right in front of her office. I concluded that she killed my sister, but I didn’t receive this phone until I got home after chatting with her at noon today, and it had been with the police before.”

"I came home after chatting with her at one o'clock, and saw this phone, so I came to find screenwriter Zhen again at [-]:[-]."

"Are you here to kill her?" Xie Tanxi asked.

Rong Xier generously admitted: "I want to kill her, because she not only plagiarized my sister's book and never repented, but also killed my sister. I came to kill her when I came at [-]:[-], but I didn't expect someone to be there." I've killed her before."

Xie Tanxi nodded: "There is still a recording in the phone."

He clicked on it, and the volume was turned up to the maximum.

Screenwriter Zhen said: "You know that even if you take me to court, I will pay you at most 20 yuan for plagiarism. How about this, I will give you 50 yuan, and you will expose this matter. Anyway, because of this After all, your reputation has already risen, so you don’t have to worry about not being able to sell your books in the future.”

Rong Hui wrote very angry: "I will not swallow my anger because of money. This book is my painstaking effort. You can't just copy it casually. I'm not doing it for money, I'm doing it for breath."

"Did you hear this?" Xie Tanxi asked.

Rong Xier nodded: "I checked my sister's cell phone when I came back, and I confirmed that it was screenwriter Zhen who killed my sister."

Xie Tanxi responded.

"Then lead actor Ni, you seem to be very surprised to know the death news written by Ronghui just now, don't you know that your girlfriend is dead?" Xing Xiuyi looked at him inquiringly.

"I don't know about this at all." Ni Yan frowned and said, "I don't know that she is dead, I just know that I can't contact her."

Xing Xiuyi leaned on the table with his arms folded and stretched out his long legs. The proportion of his whole body was perfect: "Don't you find it strange that you can't contact your girlfriend? Are you not worried that something will happen to her? Explain."

Ni Yan pulled up a chair and sat down, and the rest of the people also found their own seats in a small space to sit or lean against.

"It's like this. I couldn't contact my girlfriend a month ago. I was very surprised. I also had someone looking for her, but I didn't know that my girlfriend had a younger sister. Otherwise, I would definitely look for her. Yes." Ni Yan said: "Didn't screenwriter Zhen come to me today? She said she knew about my relationship with Rong Hui and what I was going to do. I felt very strange. How did she know about our relationship? Yes, because I know about screenwriter Zhen’s plagiarism, so I think there should be an opportunity for them to meet, after all, this matter needs to be resolved. After I came back, I sent her a message saying that Rong Hui and I had broken up. Didn’t she return a voice call to me? In those 2 minutes, she was telling me that Rong Hui wrote in her hand, and she kidnapped Rong Hui. If I want Rong Hui to come back safely, I will be honest. Just finish the film."

"I think the reason why she dared to lie to me like this should be because of the sentence I sent, she knew that I didn't know that Rong would write about dead things." Ni Yan said.

Xing Xiuyi frowned and pondered for a while. Regarding the message that lead actor Ni sent to screenwriter Zhen, it can only be seen that lead actor Ni really didn't know that Rong would write something that was dead, otherwise he wouldn't have replied to her like that.But if this is the case, lead actor Ni actually has no motive to kill screenwriter Zhen, because he doesn't know where Rong Hui will be written, and she still needs screenwriter Zhen to let Rong Hui write.

"We haven't found the cell phone of the deceased yet." Xing Xiuyi said: "Everyone should look for it."

After he finished speaking, he waved to Xie Tanxi: "Xixi, come here."

Xie Tanxi knew that he wanted to search: "You can search, but I don't have anything on me." He opened his hands.

"Fuck." Xing Xiuyi glanced at him: "You have a locked drawer."

Xie Tanxi couldn't laugh or cry: "But that one doesn't use a key."

Xing Xiuyi took out a few business cards from his pocket, which were the business cards he sent to everyone this morning during his alibi.

There are phone numbers, faxes, and email addresses on the business card. Xing Xiuyi looked at it for a while and said, "Your QQ number is actually five digits."

Xie Tanxi smiled.

"I know the password." Xing Xiuyi curled his lips, "I didn't even remember it."

He went to Xie Da V's room and opened his locked drawer with his five-digit QQ number.

There was a pair of shoes inside, Xing Xiuyi took it out and found a bloodstain on the sole.

"Explain." Xing Xiuyi stared at him.

Xie Tanxi pursed her lips: "I have been to the scene, and I threw the bloody toilet paper and cloth in the trash can."

Except for Rong Xier who was still looking for her phone, everyone else gathered when they heard the sound.

"When?"

"At [-]:[-]." Xie Tanxi said, "I went to see her at [-] o'clock, but she wasn't there at that time, so I went again at [-]:[-]."

"You sent the text message?" Xing Xiuyi asked.

Xie Tanxi nodded: "I know where her phone is."

Wei Yi raised his voice: "Rong, don't look for it anymore, the phone has been found."

Rong Xier hurried over.

"It's like this. I went to find her at 03:30, and her door was closed as Director Zeng said. I knocked on the door and no one answered. I just wanted to try to see if the door could be opened, but in the end I found that it was not locked, so I opened it, and when I went in, I found a lot of blood on the ground. I wondered if something happened here. The blood in the hospital was cleaned up, and I took her mobile phone and sent a text message to myself at 03:30. In order to let you know that I walked this way at [-]:[-], I made an alibi for myself, and then I went back to put away my shoes and came again."

"You don't have to come, isn't it a suspicion if you come?" Wei Yi was puzzled.

"I sent myself a text message with her mobile phone, I must come." Xie Tanxi said.

Xing Xiuyi asked Xie Tanxi for Xie Da V's mobile phone, read the text message again, looked at Xie Tanxi sharply and asked, "'Have you left? If you haven't, come to me now, I'm back.'You Can you tell me, why do you send text messages like this? Why do you add the words 'I'm back' at the end?"

Xie Tanxi calmly said, "Because I know she's gone out. I came to look for her at two o'clock, but she's not here."

"Where did you put her phone?" Rong Xier asked.

Xie Tanxi said: "Come." Leading the way ahead, he walked to the door of Screenwriter Zhen's office. There was a card slot on the window on the wall. Xie Tanxi reached out and took out the phone hidden inside: "I will give it to myself at 03:30." After sending the text message, I put the phone here, and then I stayed in the bathroom until I was [-]."

"What's the phone password?" Xing Xiuyi asked.

"dyjx, her script. I also tried it for a while before opening it."

Xing Xiuyi opened Screenwriter Zhen's cell phone, and there was indeed that text message in the text message, and there was a record of him making an appointment with Screenwriter Zhen when he scrolled up.

"She asked you to meet at two o'clock this afternoon." Xing Xiuyi said: "She wasn't there when you came, if you didn't lie, someone who met her before must have said something that forced her to go out. "

Xie Tanxi nodded: "It should be like this."

Xing Xiuyi turned Screenwriter Zhen's phone inside and out, but there was no useful evidence: "You took it just to send yourself a text message? Nothing else?"

Xie Tanxi shook his head: "No, I didn't delete anything either."

"Then why hide it in such a place?" Xing Xiuyi pressed on step by step.

Xie Tanxi sighed: "Maybe there was a ghost in my heart when I did something sneaky, so I subconsciously hid it."

Xing Xiuyi let him go temporarily: "Since you're here, let's unlock the secret room first. Has anyone of you gone to Director Zeng's room? I don't know why he was threatened by screenwriter Zhen."

Rong Xier raised her hand and said, "Let me go, Yiyi, would you like to come with me, the deciphering room is not our strong point."

So Wei Yi followed her away.

Xing Xiuyi muttered to himself: "The more you play, the smarter you are now. There were people who blew themselves up in the past, but now it's good. They can't pry their mouths without evidence."

Xie Tanxi listened to his chatter and smiled slightly.

"I'll go out and look for it." Ni Yan said.

In the corridor on the left side of the office, there was a trash can. Ni Yan grabbed it and shook it, and there were a few sounds of things colliding, and there was something in it.

He opened the lid of the trash can and found a screwdriver at the bottom of a black trash bag, a cross-shaped screwdriver with blood on the handle.

"I found a Phillips screwdriver like this in the garbage outside the door, with blood on it." Ni Yan said.

"What?" Zeng Chao raised his voice.

Ni Yan came in and showed it to the three of them: "That's it, a cross-point screwdriver."

"Ah!" Zeng Chao said suddenly, "There is a tool box under Screenwriter Zhen's desk. I opened it and saw that there was a screwdriver missing in it, but I didn't think it was a murder weapon or stained with blood, so I didn't shoot it."

Xing Xiuyi went to look under the desk, and pulled out the tool box to check: "I also took the things directly from Screenwriter Zhen."

"What are you doing with a screwdriver? Turning screws? How can there be any screws to turn?" Zeng Chao was puzzled.

Xie Tanxi moved the folding door: "I think this door is very strange, and it is rare to see such a door."

There are four folding doors. Usually, the door is opened from the middle. The folds on the left and right doors are bent, and the door will open. There is a door latch in the balcony, which is inserted from the balcony. The problem is to insert the latch. The murderer couldn't get out at all.

"There's blood on this." Xing Xiuyi said.

"Where?" Xie Tanxi leaned over, and Xing Xiuyi pointed to the blood on the end of the latch: "The murderer had blood on his hands after killing someone, and then the latch was stained."

Xie Tanxi pointed to a place and asked, "Then this should also be a bloodstain, right?"

He was referring to the far left end of the folding door, where it met the wall, and there was indeed a little blood there.

Xing Xiuyi frowned: "Why did he bump into this place?"

"The dead man is not on this side." Zeng Chao said, "The dead man is on the right side. When he comes out, even if he lifts the door, he won't be able to get here."

Xing Xiuyi went into the balcony and looked at the door frame on the left, there were spots of blood on it.

"This program just doesn't have fingerprint identification, otherwise it will save trouble, and it will come out after one inspection." Xing Xiuyi said.