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The red envelope was stuffed into Ah Jin's body along the pierced wound.

The doctor carefully opened the red envelope and pulled out a note.

The inside of the red envelope is waterproof, and the note is very clean.

So the six numbers on the note are very obvious——

22:08:41.

"What does this mean?" Everyone passed the note and thought about it.

"Time! It's time!" The college student's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to reveal the electronic watch on his wrist, "Does it look like it?"

In Ah Jin's body, a red envelope with the time appeared suddenly, what does it mean?

There are zeros and wholes.

"Does this red envelope indicate what will happen at this time?" the teacher guessed.

"Could this be the time of Ah Jin's death? No, could it be the time when the murderer committed the crime?" the poet guessed.

"Is it possible that this is a countdown?" the bakery owner guessed.

Three people, give three ideas.

"It's also possible that it's...a suspicious formation? Disturbing our thinking." The security guard said suddenly.

He showed everyone a red envelope: "Have you found any problems?"

Under the puzzled eyes of everyone, he explained: "If the red envelope was stuffed in at the beginning, it must be soaked in blood after such a long time. But now the red envelope is not soaked."

"Probably, there are two people who killed Ah Jin and stuffed the red envelope." The butler said.

"The person who stuffs the red envelope will definitely provide clues." The doctor didn't say anything out of the ordinary.

They have expressed their opinions, but they have made no achievements.

The poet turned his attention to the housekeeper: "You just said that the murderer who killed Ah Jin was not Sunshine Three Butterflies? What about the evidence?"

The housekeeper said slowly: "Bloodstain."

"Bloodstain?"

When a drop of blood drips vertically from a low place, it leaves a different mark on the ground than when it drops vertically from a high place.The higher the drop is, the more uneven the perimeter of the impression will be.

A drop of blood, dripping at rest, the imprint is circular, dripping while moving, the imprint is drop-shaped, the faster the moving speed, the narrower and longer the water drop becomes a bloodstain.

From the bloodstains on the ground and the wall, not only can it be judged that Ah Jin was hung up while alive, but it can also be judged that it was fatally injured after being hung up.

"The fatal part is the penetrating injury." The housekeeper pointed to the place where Ajin was pierced, and added, "Pierced the lung and heart."

The doctor added on the side: "This wound was formed in one go."

In layman's terms, something is poked in from one side and poked out from the other side, without the action of "pulling back".

The poet tried his best to restrain his grief and indignation, and asked: "This can only show that A Jin was abused before his death! Why do you want to protect those who discriminate against you?"

"I was wrong, I didn't treat you a lot!" Sunshine Three Butterflies eagerly rushed to the housekeeper and said, "I am innocent!"

When everyone doubted him, there was someone willing to believe his innocence, and this person was still someone he looked down upon.Sunshine Three Butterflies desperately wanted to grab the butler as a life-saving straw.

"Because of the murder weapon—" the security guard's voice suddenly sounded behind everyone.

He squatted beside the wall of a guest room, pushed his peaked cap, pointed to a shallow bloodstain, and said: "The trace left by the end of the murder weapon. It means that the person who killed Ah Jin stood at the door and attacked inward." .”

"So what? Is there any relationship between the inside and the outside?" asked the poet.

The butler replied calmly: "We don't know what the murder weapon is, but we can determine its trajectory."

Security interface: "According to the angle of the penetrating wound and the landing point of the murder weapon, the height of the murderer can be inferred."

--high?

is the initial location of the murder weapon.

It also has to do with the killer's pose.

"Who has the line?" the security guard asked.

"I have it, I have it." Sunshine Three Butterflies was anxious to wash himself off, and was about to run back to the room to get it, but was stopped by the poet's wheelchair: "You can't move alone."

The owner of the bakery took the initiative to stand up: "I, one more person, keep an eye on him. Is the head office okay?"

The poet thought for a while and looked at the teacher: "Can you help?"

"I'm willing to help." The teacher doesn't like Sunshine Three Butterflies, so he definitely won't protect her.

After a while, Sunshine Sandie came back with a sewing kit - there is no coser who can't mend, and it's expected that he brought a sewing kit.

There happened to be a few pin pins in the sewing kit.The security guard fixed one end of the thread at the shallow mark, and Sunshine Three Butterflies pulled the thread to the height of Ah Jin's wound. One point was the exit and the other was the entrance, with similar heights.

The butler took the ball of thread, and while putting the thread on, he slowly stepped back to the door: "Actually, this is not a straight line, and there are not enough tools, but for the time being, I can only make an approximate estimate...here."

He walked to the door and stopped.

Now, a thin thread passed through A Jin's wound from the shallow marks in the corridor to the gate.

The butler asked Sunshine Sandie to walk to the door, asked him to follow the line, and raised his hand as a signal.

Before Sunshine Three Butterflies could make a move, everyone understood.

Sunshine Three Butterfly's figure is not tall - this is why he likes to find soft persimmons - the attacking posture he poses, if the trajectory and the line match, it will be very awkward, and it is not a movement that normal people can make.

If he attacked according to his comfortable posture, the trajectory must not be on the line.

"Awesome..." Even Sunshine Sanddie himself was dumbfounded.

Sure enough, the candidates for the show were not randomly selected, but had some deep meaning.They have doctors for medical treatment and autopsy, as well as security guards and housekeepers for scene restoration and hardcore reasoning.As for him...he has a camera, a sewing kit, and all kinds of odds and ends. Could it be that he is a "Prop Provider"?

As evidence, the trajectory of the movement is too hardcore, and the poet has nothing to say.

Although the suspicion of Sunshine Three Butterflies was cleared, the matter went back to the original point - who killed Ah Jin?

"Don't dawdle, everyone comes over to compare, whoever has the most suitable angle is the one who did it, and if it doesn't fit, it's the outsider who did it." The security guard urged.

What he said made sense, and everyone stepped forward one by one, accepting the test calmly.

They have never done anything to kill A Jin, and they will sympathize with the poet and A Jin, and even feel sad, but they will never be obsessed with this mere comparison.

The housekeeper was still holding the string at the door, but there was really nowhere to fix it, so he had no choice but to hold it.

In order to make it easier for everyone to measure, he opened the door of the hotel.

Watching people posing in various poses, they suddenly heard melodious music.

The loudspeaker in the square rang at some point.

The music is soft and lingering, it is an unknown ancient style music.

In the lingering wind, there is an elegant female music voice:

"...Look at the beautiful woman's head, curling up the spring streamers. Unprovoked wind and rain, not willing to take away the remaining cold..."

"Is this... an ancient song?" The college students waiting in line murmured.

"Wake-up service?" The doctor thought more realistically, looking at the wall clock, 07:30, she thought, "Pure breakfast time? No, it can't be that simple."

"Maybe it's a hint." The bakery owner was also thinking.

After measuring his posture, he walked out of the gate so that the college student could stand over him.

The elegant female voice is still singing: "... But laughing at the east wind, from now on, I will smoke the plums and dye the willows..."

As if a dark cloud drifted by, the sky became overcast.

"Is it going to rain?" The bakery owner looked up at the sky.

"Hula-la--" The wind blew outside.

The hanging iron signboard of the hotel swayed in the wind, making a rattling sound.

"It might rain." The teacher also walked out the door, squinting his eyes slightly, and looked at the central square, "Are there no NPCs in the morning?"

"I didn't see it." The bakery owner responded, seeing that the butler was still holding up the line, he suddenly said, "Aren't you going to test it?"

You can't call "stop the thief", it's only fair if everyone has tested it once.

The housekeeper had no objection to the bakery owner's proposal: "Okay, can you hold the thread for me?"

"Okay." The bakery owner went over to connect the wires.

The moment they handed over and their bodies were dislocated, the butler suddenly saw a shadow falling outside the door from the corner of his eye.

A warning came to him suddenly: "Not good!"

It was too late, but soon, everyone also noticed the shadow falling from the sky, followed by the dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

When looking out the door, the half-scream stopped abruptly.

There was a huge iron signboard lying on the ground, and the words "Mythology Hotel" were welded on the signboard.

Between the signboard and the slate floor, the teacher's body was lying sideways, his hands and feet twitching.

Thick blood flowed out along the cracks in the stone.

The ancient-style singer in the loudspeaker is still singing affectionately: "... I am constantly worrying, who will untie the chain? I am afraid that the flowers will bloom and fall, so I will pay back the Sai Yan first."

The song was over, and the air was eerily quiet.

"Save, save people!" Someone stammered and shouted first.

This shout seemed to turn on a switch, and people rushed to lift up the heavy signboard, revealing the red, white and white pieces underneath.

"Ah—" the college student screamed, his hands could no longer use his strength, and his feet softened and he sat on the ground.

The expressions on the men's faces were also not very good, apparently due to the presence of women present, they were trying to save face.

The doctor didn't need to do first aid at all, because the teacher's head was almost the same as a squashed burst cake, and no matter how he rescued it, he couldn't get it back.

"Something has happened." The poet said, "Call the police."

There was an accidental death and the show didn't have to be filmed at all.

"That's right, call the police - no mobile phones are allowed here!" Yang Yang Sandie touched his whole body before he came to his senses, "What, what should I do?"

"The NPC should have a mobile phone." The bakery owner interjected.

"Yes, find the NPC, find the NPC, the staff will definitely be able to contact the police." Sunshine Sandie said repeatedly.

"Hehe." The security guard sneered, "Look here, it's been such a long time since yesterday afternoon, has any NPC come out?"

Sunshine Three Butterflies were taken aback.

Everyone at the scene recalled one after another, and their faces became increasingly difficult to look at.

The doctor suggested: "Let's look around, maybe it's a designated NPC."

This proposal was quickly implemented by everyone.

Leaving the poet and the butler with poor legs and feet to take care of the teacher's body, everyone split up and searched around the town. The more they searched, the colder their hearts became.

No NPCs, not a single one.

Eight of them—now there are only seven living people left, and they have lost contact with the outside world.

"This is terrible." The sweltering heat made the smell of blood even more unbearable, and Sunny Three Butterflies returned to the hotel wearily, only to find themselves the last of them.

The teacher was covered with several layers of sheets, and traces of blood were faintly visible.

Ah Jin was also put away by the poet, and he didn't know where to put it.

The interior of the hall has been simply cleaned up, and people are listless, nestled in the rest area, staring at each other.

"What are you looking at me for?" Sunshine Three Butterflies frowned, "Are you guys doubting me again?"

As soon as he finished his voice, there was a rustling sound on the wall.

The seven couldn't help but follow their prestige.

I saw that the curtain was slowly unfolding.

"Who opened the curtain?" asked the doctor aloud.

No one answered.

The projector suddenly turned on, and a beam of light hit the screen, revealing... a lively puppy under the warm yellow light?

The author has something to say: ps needs to write a text, and a very, very, very simple model has been established.The real trajectory of movement is very complicated, and there are various factors to consider. Little angels who want to learn more about it should learn detective science, trace science, trajectory science, mathematics, physics, chemistry...

感谢在2021-02-2700:00:00~2021-03-0516:56:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: immediately fall asleep 6;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!