I died on the first day of the game

Yi Mian stepped out of the bathroom, looked up at the corridor, the hanging lens was dutifully flashing bright lights.

"Why do you say there is no surveillance?"

He pointed to the surveillance cameras.

The police officer was also a little confused: "To be honest, the surveillance is always on, but there is no video of a third person entering or leaving."

In order to ensure privacy and save costs, the surveillance cameras did not cover the door of the bathroom, they only monitored the corners of the upstairs and downstairs, and the space from the corridor to the beginning became a blind spot for monitoring.

In the small city of Huaixi, the daily flow of people in the Daily Building is not too large. Because the magazine is holding interviews recently, there are especially many pedestrians photographed today. The police are still unable to identify the person who appeared on the surveillance screen and this incident. Does the event matter.

"We don't think the surveillance was of much help because the suspect was found on the same floor, and neither of them showed up on the surveillance except when they went upstairs."

The policeman explained,

"Of course, we made a copy of each layer for preservation."

Yi Mian nodded: "We can't pinpoint the suspect yet, maybe he's mixed in the crowd, everyone who comes up is a suspect."

Zhou Yingcai did not come to the scene, so he reported the results of his search for the information of the two to Captain Zhang: "Li Xinhui signed up for an interview with the magazine as soon as he arrived in Huaixi. He has no relevant experience before, and no connection with Chu Wu has been found so far."

The police officer interjected: "Li Xinhui's interview position is a freelance writer, and Chu Wu is a freelancer. They both contribute articles to magazines. They can be regarded as a competitive relationship."

Zhou Yingcai stared at a series of magazine articles, and refuted the policeman over the phone: "Barely counted, but unreasonable. Chu Wu is already a well-known author. He doesn't need to compete with a newcomer who doesn't know whether he can pass the interview. That motivation doesn’t make sense.”

"Well, you guys are professionals."

The police officer did not insist, and made a gesture of acceptance, "I will have someone send the surveillance to you later."

The site is very clean.

Nothing but Li Xinhui's blood.

Of course, there is also a fruit knife suspected of being the murder weapon.

"I got the sign-in sheet from the front desk."

Yan Qi strode in, "39 people came this morning."

"So many? Can they come through the interview?"

Yan Qi flipped through his watch: "It's not surprising, the entire 23rd floor is the site of the magazine, and they deliberately set aside several rooms for interviews."

"Has anyone seen Li Xinhui?"

"Yes, I have already asked. There are 9 people interviewing for his position, and they are all arranged in one room."

Yan Qi said, "They were called up for an interview one by one. Li Xinhui was ranked sixth. When the fifth person was called, he said he was going to the bathroom, and then he didn't come back."

Yi Mian asked, "No one went out to find him?"

Yan Qi shook his head: "No, they are a real competitive relationship, and there are still many interviewers waiting behind, the magazine cannot make an exception for him."

The interviewer in charge of recruiting was waiting for the police officer to ask questions in the magazine office.

She only saw him once after Li Xinhui came in, and after giving the information form, she ignored him.

"He looks very honest. I read his resume. To be honest, I don't understand why he applied for the job. He has no works and no experience. Except for academic qualifications, none of them meet our requirements."

The interviewer only felt that this was an innocent disaster against the magazine, she shrugged,

"Even if he comes, I won't admit it."

The police officer nodded and continued to ask: "Are there any of the 39 people in the same city as him, or people who seem to know him?"

"39 people? Our record is only 38."

The interviewer's attention was attracted by the first half of the sentence. She immediately opened the notebook in front of her and confirmed, "We only arranged 38 interviews this morning."

One more person?

Realizing that something was wrong, Captain Zhang immediately asked someone to take the interview list and the check-in list at the front desk for comparison.

A few minutes later, the policeman held the list and reported hesitantly: "Captain Zhang, there are indeed 39..."

The interviewer widened his eyes and emphasized: "We only arranged 38 people!"

The police officer quickly waved his hands: "No, no, Chu Wu's name is also on it."

"The author who was interviewed today? Impossible, he didn't go to the front desk, he was picked up by the editor-in-chief himself!"

Captain Zhang took the list and glanced at the equally surprised policeman: "What did the front desk say?"

"The front desk said she didn't pay attention to who ... she just made sure everyone signed the form."

Most front desks will not embarrass unfamiliar faces who walk in, they may be customers or senior employees.

Yan Qi was helpless: "It seems that we still have to compare the interview photos with the entire surveillance."

This is another big project.

An assistant policeman hurried over: "Captain Zhang, Li Xinhui is awake."

"Okay." The man nodded, but found that the assistant police showed a little embarrassed look, "What's wrong?"

"...there's a lot of media."

Captain Zhang waved without thinking: "Don't let them harass the victim, we will be there soon."

The police assistant bit the bullet and said: "No...captain, it's already too late, and Li Xinhui volunteered to be interviewed."

Huaixi Second Hospital.

Six or seven journalists surrounded a small ward.

Although the man on the hospital bed was wearing a hanging bottle and his face was pale, he spoke with full of air.

The doctors were squeezed out of the ward, but Li Xinhui was still not satisfied. He frowned and said, "Are you alone? Why didn't you come in more?"

It was also the first time for the reporter to see such a person, looking at each other and whispering.

"I didn't poke my head, so he shouldn't be talking nonsense?"

"I came here bravely, and I was ready to be scolded."

"...How do you say, isn't the cooperation good?"

Li Xinhui took out his mobile phone from under the pillow, turned it over a few times and said, "Okay, I'll just talk about it."

"Huaixi has a murderer! He is dangerous! I... I almost died!"

The reporters were taken aback for a moment, and then raised their microphones one after another: "Can you explain in detail?"

Li Xinhui seemed to intend to make this incident, which was characterized as a brawl, a big one.

He described Chu Wu as a vicious murderer, and he was lucky to escape with his life. The evidence was his kidney that was almost stabbed.

But because there were no dead people, except for a small number of people who cursed together, most of the residents of Huaixi only regarded it as alarmism.

Only the police officers are affected.

Li Xinhui insisted that he clearly saw Chu Wu appearing behind him, and insisted on sending him to prison.

The police officer in charge of recording patiently explained his dissatisfaction: "We have no evidence yet, and we cannot confirm who hurt you."

He said angrily, "Isn't my words considered evidence?"

"Of course, but..."

"Then grab him! I'm tired, you go out."

Li Xinhui pulled up the quilt and put on a look of chasing passengers. The police officers looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally got up and left.

"He was impatient."

Yan Qi was outside the glass window of the ward, staring at the man inside together with Yi Mian.

Yi Mian walked to the side and turned her back to the man: "I keep looking at my phone... What news are you waiting for?"

Li Xinhui was lying sideways on the bed, holding the phone in his right hand, and had to press the screen to check it every few minutes.

After a while, Li Xinhui stopped moving and seemed to be asleep.

Yan Qi withdrew his gaze and asked, "Yi Mian, do you still believe that the criminal is not Chu Wu?"

"Yes." The young man replied without thinking, "He is not that kind of person."

Yan Qi was silent for a moment: "What kind of person? I don't know how many cases you have handled before, but the probability of acquaintances committing crimes is higher than you think. As a policeman, not everyone is worthy of trust."

"Thanks, I'm pretty sure he won't."

Yi Mian knew that the other party was kindly reminding him, but he still didn't believe that Chu Wu would commit the crime—it was as firm as the creed engraved in his mind.

"Ok."

Yan Qi stopped talking and turned to study the list in his hand.

Yi Mian conceived the whole thing in her mind.

Surveillance showed that Chu Wu arrived at the magazine in the morning and immediately accepted an hour-long interview. When Li Xinhui arrived at the magazine, the interview had just ended, and he was sitting quietly in the waiting area for the interview.

Chu Wu left the reception room and went to the bathroom in the corridor. Li Xinhui entered the bathroom at this time, was stabbed in it, and was found by the next person who came in ten minutes later.

Chu Wu was found in the bathroom cubicle together with a fruit knife.

In the afternoon, people from the technical department sent over the monitoring comparison and the list. In the 25-story Daily Building, there are people entering and leaving every floor on every floor. After comparing layers, a young man wearing a baseball cap was highlighted. circled.

According to the check-in time provided by several interviewers, he just got on the elevator after Chu Wu arrived, but there was no image of him getting out of the elevator in the surveillance.

Zhou Yingcai played two videos of the young man entering and leaving, and asked doubtfully, "Don't they install surveillance in the elevator? This is a rare high-rise office building in the city center."

The people in the technical department obviously thought about this question, and they directly sent the answer: "After the early hours of yesterday, there was a problem with the monitoring memory of the elevator on the left, and all newly recorded videos would be pushed down. They only found out when they adjusted the video today."

"So coincidentally?"

"It's a coincidence, but it can't be helped."

Like a drop of water melting into the ocean, after the young man in the baseball cap stepped into the elevator, no one could see him in the screen.

Xiao Li repeatedly dragged the progress bar of dozens of videos: "Is he just taking the elevator to play? I didn't find him getting out of the elevator on every floor!"

The stairs are on the same side as the elevator, so if anyone enters the hallway, they are guaranteed to be photographed.

"Look here, three people turned into the elevator room in front of him, and the four of them should be in the same elevator."

Yi Mian asked him to switch back the surveillance at the front desk, pointing at the three people who walked in the young man a minute ago.

Tracing the travel routes of the three people, they got off the elevator on the tenth floor and the twelfth floor respectively, and no one got out of the elevator at the same time.

Xiao Li rewinds the tape repeatedly, scratching his hair in surprise: "He disappeared?"

Yi Mian shook her head, and said to Zhou Yingcai, "Has the technical department checked the authenticity of these videos?"

"...No." Zhou Yingcai was taken aback, and immediately dialed the number of the technical department, and said, "There is no problem with the naked eye, and they need to have a technical inspection."

"If there is a problem with the video recording, so is the broken surveillance..."

"It's not a simple matter to falsify the monitoring of the Daily Building, is it?"

Yan Qi also touched his chin and thought.

"So much fanfare, just to stab someone?"

And he stabbed a completely non-fatal wound, Xiao Li said in his heart.

Zhou Yingcai hung the printed back of the young man in a baseball cap on the whiteboard, turned around hesitantly, and tapped on the panel to attract the attention of others: "This modus operandi, hacking technique...don't you find it familiar?"