After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

The people wandered back and forth between the two rooms. The two rooms—except one for killing people in a secret room, but not the other—the rest of the techniques were very similar, almost symmetrical.

"Could it really be done by one person?" Gu Yuan whispered while holding his chin, and he frowned, "One person, killing two people in one night, the efficiency of killing two people is too high."

"Maybe the murderer only wanted to kill one of them, and the other was just a cover-up?" The businessman's wife, who had almost cleared the suspicion, suggested next to her. She glanced at the businessman's room with an indescribably complicated expression, "Although I don't like He, but at least they are a husband and wife, and hope to find the murderer as soon as possible."

She sighed softly: "That's how I feel sorry for him."

Seeing the back of the businessman's wife Tingting leaving, the postman suddenly came over and lowered his voice: "How is it? Do you still think she is suspicious? This woman's husband died on her own bed, and this is the only reaction? Tsk tsk, why should I?" It doesn’t feel right to think about it.”

Gu Yuan turned his head, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes at all, more or less a half-smile: "Who knows."

The postman wanted to say more, but Gu Yuan interrupted him first: "I'll go to the scene to see, you can do whatever you want."

At the scene, everyone maintained a feeling of distance, and the camera cleverly cut to the perspective of God in mid-air, capturing their brief conversation with each other, their temptations, and their rapid separation - no one believes anyone here.

[Good guy hahaha, this group of people almost wrote the words "everyone has a ghost" on their faces]

[Isn't this better than a Gongdou drama? (funny.jpg)]

[I call out seconds! ]

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it seemed that half of the morning had passed, Hang Xiutu suddenly walked up to Gu Yuan, his whole body still had a sense of compassion, Gu Yuan couldn't help frowning when he saw him: "What do you have? thing?"

"Are you considering exchanging ideas with me?" Hang Xiutu got straight to the point, and he took another step forward, "Or to be more straightforward, let's join hands."

Gu Yuan's eyes widened slightly - he was obviously shocked, but his expression quickly turned into a half-smile.He looked up at Hang Xiutu, and the two smart men straightened out the words: "Everyone here may be a murderer, even if they are temporarily innocent, everyone may be a murderer in the future. Mr. Priest, don't think that with a The Bible itself is really the spokesperson of the Lord, so don’t think that you can win much trust here by relying on your status as a priest. After all..."

He lowered his voice a little, and looked at Hang Xiutu coldly: "I hate your sanctimonious appearance the most."

audience:"!!!"

I have to say that Gu Yuan is always a rose with thorns no matter where he goes. In fact, the script does not clearly describe the character of this tutor, but Gu Yuan endowed him with irritable traits, which is absolutely perfect.

[This child is really a god, this seems to be the No.1 entertainment circle who says "hate" to Hang Xiutu]

[I was dumbfounded, this kid is really brave (applause.jpg)]

[What kind of natural irritable is this horse riding?]

[Hey hey hey kids!Calm down!Even if it's a variety show, the one opposite you is Hang Xiutu! ]

[Fuck, that's Hang Xiutu! ]

But Hang Xiutu, who was directly opposite, still smiled gently, as if he didn't understand what Gu Yuan meant. From the beginning to the end, there were no big waves on his face, and his whole person was as elegant as a realistic oil painting: "Sir, are the murders in these two rooms really symmetrical?"

Gu Yuan raised his eyebrows, and heard Hang Xiutu continue slowly: "One formed a secret room to kill people, but the other didn't; one corpse was covered in bruises, but the other didn't. It is obvious that the methods of killing people are not the same. But no matter whether you put the rope that strangled the person In the upper left corner of the room, or moving the body to the center of the big bed, it seems to be deliberately trying to keep the scene consistent, isn't it?"

"You mean..." Gu Yuan frowned, and lowered his voice, "The possibility of two people committing the crime cannot be ruled out."

"Not necessarily," Hang Xiutu said with a smile, "I mean, special circumstances or different relationships with the victim force the murderer to adopt different killing methods; Don’t they all use it? If you can avoid fighting and killing silently, why do you have to make noise when you kill a businessman?”

Seeing that Gu Yuan was silent and lost in thought, Hang Xiutu patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow him.

It could be seen that there was still doubt in Gu Yuan's eyes, but he followed Hang Xiutu into the merchant's room again.

I saw that Hang Xiutu picked up the murder weapon from the ground, but he didn't speak. Instead, he just took the rope out of the door, entered the baron's room opposite, and picked up another rope in the upper left corner of the room.

"You..." Gu Yuan frowned.

Hang Xiutu interrupted him: "These two ropes are not exactly the same."

Gu Yuan's eyes widened slightly, and he only heard the priest pointing to one of them and said softly: "Here, except for the wear and tear on the neck, although it is not obvious, but if you look closely, you can find that there is an additional symmetrical wear on the left and right. "

"Symmetrical... wear and tear." Gu Yuan took a closer look and found that it was indeed the case!

"They have already found it," Hang Xiutu put the rope lightly on the white sheet. "These two ropes were taken from the utility room of the castle. They are brand new, so all the damage must have come from the murder last night."

Hang Xiutu turned his head: "The methods of killing the two seem to be the same, but they are not."

Gu Yuan stared at the wear and tear on the rope thoughtfully, and then nodded after a while.

"You..." He had a complicated look on his face, but in the end he didn't say anything, just said "Thank you" with obvious awkwardness.

"You're welcome." Hang Xiutu still had his smile that was almost frozen on his face.

Just when Gu Yuan turned around and wanted to leave the room, Hang Xiutu stopped him from behind: "Sir, have you ever thought about why the murderer didn't just throw away the things since there was a hole in the rope? The warehouse, even the kitchen cabinet... ...any corner is fine, we are not yet familiar with the structure of this huge castle to know whether there are two ropes placed in each corner."

"He—or they—why not?" Hang Xiutu asked softly.

His voice is deep and sweet, like a handful of sweet wine that has been cellared for many years, silently inducing people to walk in the direction he pointed.

Gu Yuan couldn't help but fell into deep thought: "In order to create a symmetrical murder scene, no, no, the risk is too high, and there is a high probability that the gain outweighs the loss. It is very likely that...he can't do it!"

His speech speed suddenly accelerated, and his eyes "swiped" to light up: "He didn't even have a chance to throw away a rope after killing someone!"

Gu Yuan hurried out the door.

The room suddenly fell silent.

The handsome priest walked slowly to the bed, and sat down next to the corpse without hesitation.

The camera zoomed in silently, capturing the delicate expression changes on Hang Xiutu's face.The sense of divine compassion on his face quickly faded away, and his beautifully shaped lips suddenly lifted up, revealing a completely different—inorganic, cold smile, which instantly made the audience shudder.

[Fuck!I'm so excited, Mr. Hang, can you say hello before you change your face? ! ]

[They had a long discussion that made me confused, and I woke up instantly when I saw a smile (smile.jpg)]

[Damn, Mr. Hang, why are you and Yang Yang more scary than the other! ]

[I sincerely ask, do the two teachers want to enter horror movies? ]

[At this time, acting too well is really a terrible thing, I think I need some spiritual compensation]

Soon, it was lunch time, and the ghostly, beautiful and weird butler pushed the dining car towards the restaurant.

Just hearing the sound of the small wheels of the dining car rolling on the ground, the players sitting at the dining table shook habitually, which seemed to have indeed caused a lot of psychological shadow on Hang Yang.

He walked slowly to the quiet and depressing dining table, put the plate on the table without haste, and then smiled: "Everyone, please take your time."

The beauty is on the side, and the delicious food is in front of you, but most people are not in the mood to enjoy it. They basically just repeat the action of "stuffing" the food into their mouths, which truly interprets the words "taste is the same as chewing wax".

"Remind everyone," Hang Yang took out the pocket watch in his pocket, "There are still 17 hours and 32 minutes before the deadline I set, I wish you all grasp the truth as soon as possible."

He nodded gracefully: "Goodbye."

With the sound of the dining car going away, the restaurant fell into deathly silence again.

Suddenly, the postman slapped the table with a "bang!", and he grabbed his hair with both hands angrily: "It's a fucking mess, I don't have a clue!"

Next to her, the businessman's wife lowered her eyes and covered the corners of her mouth with a silk handkerchief: "He is really a low class person with no education at all."

"You!" The postman almost jumped up, "Okay, you don't hesitate to die! If you want to die, you can find that lunatic by yourself. What's the big deal here?!"

Seeing that this group of people was about to start a row again, Gu Yuan stood up suddenly, and his voice overwhelmed everyone in an instant: "I have some interesting inferences, if everyone is interested, do you want to listen to them together?"

The other people who were at a loss looked at me and I looked at you, naturally it was impossible to give up this sudden spark of hope, and hurriedly followed Gu Yuan into the merchant's room.

I saw him walking to the side of the corpse, and he didn't mind lifting the man's chin up, revealing the strangle marks on his neck: "The strangle marks on the necks of the two corpses are more mixed, but there is a more intuitive one on the merchant's body." A directional clue, that's the deepest strangulation mark—upwards."

He made a little gesture with the rope: "The murderer put the rope around the neck of the deceased from behind, and strangled it upwards hard."

"I discovered this detail, so I concluded that the murderer must be taller than the deceased," Gu Yuan continued, "In addition to the two wives' alibi, I firmly ruled out the two ladies."

Gu Yuan emphasized the word "Zeng", and Gu Shi, the wife of the businessman and baron, had a serious look on his face.

He took the reactions of the two women under his eyes, but he didn't comment. Gu Yuan picked up the thick hemp rope in the room: "Thanks to the priest's reminder, I found out that the wear on the rope is symmetrical except for the part that rubbed against the neck of the deceased. There is also a small section in each place, which is not big and not obvious, but it does exist."

"How did it cause it?" Gu Yuan raised his head and asked softly. He walked slowly around the room with a rope, and finally stopped by the closet.

He folded the rope in half, went around the hook nailed into the wall on the top of his head, and stretched his hands "imitating" his neck in the rope sleeve, and the several wear marks instantly corresponded perfectly.

"Mr. Merchant is not tall. I once regretted that the information 'the murderer is higher than the dead' is of little use except to rule out the suspicion of the two ladies."

Gu Yuan smiled: "But now, everything seems to be upside down."

"Strangle a small businessman from the rear, and still need to rely on the hook," Gu Yuan looked at the two wives, "What does this mean?"

The postman murmured: "The murderer is a woman."

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