After living with a straight man, I became a menswear boss

[The timeline exchange is completed, and now it is the evidence-searching link. 】

There was no group arrangement in the evidence collection process, but a free search for clues.

Shi Jin thought about it, and went to the study first.

Under normal circumstances, the evidence left at the scene of the crime will be the most intuitive and directional.

There are not a few people who have the same idea as him.

Doctor Zhao and Steward Chen entered the study room first, Shi Jin walked behind, looking down to sort out the timeline just recorded.

The loose and casual footsteps stopped behind him, and a man's smiling voice appeared above his head: "Go to the study?"

When Shi Jin stepped on the last step, her expression was calm: "En."

The staff who acted as corpses in the study were replaced by props and puppets to facilitate the guests to check the wounds.

When Shi Jin entered, Steward Chen was standing in front of the corpse, watching Dr. Zhao carefully look at the wounds on the corpse.

He stepped forward and heard Dr. Zhao report the scars in a difficult way: "The deceased's face was disfigured by a sharp object... There was a wound on the head, which looked like it was hit by a blunt object... Arms, thighs were cut with sharp objects... The blood in the house was mainly caused by these wounds."

"The preliminary judgment is the injury before death." Dr. Zhao pursed his lips, feeling a little unbearable: "The murderer's purpose is not only to kill her, but more to torture her to death."

She carefully lifted the clothes of the corpse, and added: "There are not many wounds on the body, and there is a penetrating wound on the left chest. Visually, it should be a fatal wound. More information needs to be issued by the forensic doctor. We can't see much here. gone."

Butler Chen nodded and got up to search for other clues.

Shi Jin stood there for two seconds, squatted down, and held the corpse's wrist with his gloved right hand.

On the right wrist of the female corpse, a scar the size of a coin was particularly conspicuous.

"This is?" Yu Ci's eyes followed Shi Jin's movements to look at the female corpse's hand: "The scalded scar, the pigment of the scar is not deep, and it looks like it has healed a long time ago."

He thought for a while, and raised his eyebrows: "Singer Yang just now recognized the deceased as his sister based on this scar."

"Well, that's right." Shi Jin lowered her eyelids, and the image of seeing Fuhao Lin in the study yesterday flashed in her mind.

During the conversation in the study, Lin Fuhao rubbed the center of his brows because of a headache. On his exposed right wrist, there seemed to be an inconspicuous red birthmark on the same part as the female corpse...

Shi Jin let go of the right hand holding the corpse's wrist, got up and went out, and walked towards the room at the left end of the corridor.

If he remembered correctly, Cheng's son seemed to have gone to Singer Yang's room to search for evidence just now.

Yu Ci followed behind him with slow steps: "The study is no longer searched?"

"Go and confirm something first." Shi Jin pursed her lips, looked at the camera not far away, and lowered her voice: "Did you know the answer in advance?"

"Hmm." Yu Ci curled his lips, not hiding anything: "Zhong Sisi's script is on the bedside, I accidentally saw it."

Shi Jin's footsteps paused slightly.

...beside the bed?

So, during the time when he didn't come back, was he with Zhong Sisi?

They... live together?

Shi Jin pursed her lips, slightly turned her head to look at Yu Ci.

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows and smiled openly: "What?"

The wind blowing while walking floated the broken hair of the man's sideburns, the sharp eyebrows were smiling, the pair of peach blossom eyes that were always affectionate were full of rippling light, and when the corners of the lips were raised, they were wanton like the howling wind in the valley.

There is nothing surprising about such an outstanding appearance.

Shi Jin withdrew her gaze, her expression was cold: "It's nothing."

Yu Ci looked at Shi Jin who suddenly quickened his pace, a little confused: "Roommate, why are you walking so fast?"

Shi Jin's guess was correct, son Cheng was indeed searching for evidence in Singer Yang's room.

Seeing Shi Jin come in, Cheng's son's eyes lit up, he left the clue he just found and jumped out of bed: "Shi Da, Lawyer Shi, are you coming to look for clues too?"

Shi Jin hummed, stepped forward and held his right hand.

Cheng Zi was surprised at first, and then smiled at Shi Jin: "You found out so soon?"

Shi Jin looked down at Cheng's son's exposed right wrist, let go of his hand, with a calm expression on his face: "So Yang An'an is also your sister."

"No, she's not." The warmth of his wrist disappeared, Cheng Zi tilted his head in regret, he lowered his arm, and the red birthmark on his wrist also faded into the dark again: "I'm the only child, what about the child of that bitch?" Could it be my sister?"

Shi Jin frowned slightly, and gave up communicating with him on this question: "What clues did you find?"

"Clue?" Cheng Zi suddenly remembered something, turned around and picked up the thing he had just thrown away from the bed: "I just found this."

The transparent glass bottles contained a clear and transparent liquid. There were three bottles in total. At this time, two bottles were empty and the other bottle was still full.

Shi Jin reached out to pick up the glass bottle, and on the back of the glass bottle, he saw the label written with a black signature pen:

[One drink will make you dizzy and drugged]

Shi Jin: ...

But thanks to such a simple and crude label, at least they don't need to wait for the drug test results.

However, if Yang Anan is Lin Fuhao's illegitimate daughter, then Singer Yang, who claims to be Yang Anan's brother...

While thinking, Singer Yang passed by the door.

"Singer Yang."

Shi Jin glanced at Yu Ci who called to stop Singer Yang, and looked away before the other party looked over: "Singer Yang, can I trouble you to take off the watch on your right wrist."

Singer Yang glanced at him in surprise, and immediately took off the watch calmly: "I thought this information point would only be discovered later."

The watch was taken off, and the obstacle covering the wrist disappeared, revealing the red birthmark on Singer Yang's right wrist.

Shi Jin took a look, nodded and thanked: "Thank you."

Singer Yang shrugged and put the watch back on: "That's right, An An and I are both Fuhao Lin's children."

"Heh." Cheng Zi sneered from the side, with a contemptuous tone: "Don't say it so nicely, an illegitimate child is an illegitimate child."

Singer Yang laughed, instead of talking to Cheng Zi, he looked at Shi Jin: "I found something interesting in Cheng Zi's room, is Lawyer Shi interested in going to see it with me?"

"it is good."

The interesting thing that Singer Yang said is also a bottle of potion.

But compared to the "drunken card drug" just found in Yang Singer's room, the things found in Cheng's son's room are much more dangerous.

Shi Jin looked at the glass bottle in front of him with the label "Drink it twice, you will get the branded poison", hesitated for two seconds, and looked at Singer Yang.

Singer Yang opened his mouth, and was about to explain: "It's—"

"As the name suggests." Yu Ci stood by the door with his hands in his pockets, with a lazy posture: "It is this medicine that will kill you if you drink it twice."

Shi Jin ignored him, handed the medicine bottle back to Singer Yang, and continued to ask, "Any other clues?"

"Yes." Singer Yang nodded, and took out some clothes from the big bed behind him.

He pointed to the top piece of women's underwear: "I dug this one out of the cabinet."

Pointing to the women's underwear that was pressed underneath: "This one was found under the bed."

"As for the others." Singer Yang rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and his eyes drifted over the square objects on the bed with the label "kid's fart cover". These were found in the cabinet next to the bed.

"Okay." Shi Jin's eyes turned around the room, paused briefly on the white porcelain bowl on the table, and finally settled on the computer on the desk: "Have you read it on the computer?"

"That's why I called you here." Singer Yang stepped forward to turn on the computer, revealing the password input box on the computer page: "I haven't unlocked this password."

"I tried Cheng's son's birthday, the number of his favorite football star, and Lin Fuhao's birthday, but they couldn't be opened."

Shi Jin walked over: "Where is Mrs. Cheng's birthday?"

Singer Yang shook his head: "I tried it too, it doesn't work."

Shi Jin pondered for a moment, then typed a series of numbers on the keyboard.

"Deng, wait, wait."

The computer screen unlocked.

Singer Yang stared: "How do you know the password?"

Shi Jin operated the mouse to open the chat window on the computer desktop, and opened the top dialog box.

[Cheng Zizi]: Did you find it?

[Wan Baojie]: No, not in the wife's room.

There were only two sentences in the dialog box, and Shi Jin tried to drag and load the chat history above, but it showed that the network loading failed.

No internet?

He frowned, and took the time to answer Yang Singer's question just now: "There is a photo of Cheng's son and Mrs. Cheng on the table at the entrance, and the date when the photo was taken is written on the back."

Shi Jin straightened up, her brows slightly furrowed: "The computer doesn't have internet, so I can't see the chat records on it."

Singer Yang ran to the door and took a look at the photo frame. Sure enough, he saw a string of dates on the back of the photo frame. Before he could express his feelings, he heard the news that the computer was not connected to the Internet.

He scratched his head, with a broken face: "Could it be that the progress is not yet ready to unlock other chat records?"

Before he came, he deliberately watched some variety shows of the same type. Those variety shows seemed to control the progress of the guests to prevent the guests from finding the key evidence later in the first round of evidence collection.

Singer Yang tentatively looked at the cameraman who was following him: "...Maybe, our show is also like this?"

The photographer holds the camera with a blank expression on his face.

On the other hand, Yu Ci, who had been watching the show with his hands folded, curled his lips and denied his guess: "This program does not divide the evidence search into rounds, free-style evidence search, of course there is a way to solve the clues found."

Singer Yang frowned: "But how can the computer be unlocked without the Internet? This is simply unsolvable."

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows, staring at Shi Jin who was operating the computer with a half smile but not a smile: "Isn't this unraveling?"

This time, Shi Jin took the initiative to explain without waiting for Singer Yang to ask: "I use my mobile phone to turn on the hotspot for the computer."

The newly loaded chat history came out.

The earliest conversation was half a month ago.

[Cheng Zizi]: What is your relationship with my mother?

[Wan Baojie]: Mrs. Cheng has been kind to me, and I will not harm you.

Cheng Zi seemed to be a little hesitant, and it took a long time before he replied.

[Son Cheng]: Come to my room.

The chat history after this has been empty, I don't know if it was deleted or I didn't continue to communicate with the computer after this.

Then the record came yesterday morning, when Cheng's son took the initiative to send a message to Wan Baojie.

[Cheng Zizi]: I need your help.

[Wan Baojie]: Good.

Half a month ago, it was the time when Wan Baojie came to Lin's villa.