'How was the script written?'
When Ji Yunshu asked this question, Song Zhi froze for a moment.
It was as if the question made no sense to him.
Song Zhi replied, "Naturally, it was written with a pen."
Heavens!
He was a straight man, without a doubt.
Several black lines appeared on Ji Yunshu's forehead. "What I mean is, where did the story in the script come from?"
"Oh, that's what you're asking! Of course, I came up with the story. "
"Such a coincidence?"
"I know what Young Master means. Are you suspecting me?"
"I'm just asking."
Song Zhi sighed. "There are many coincidences in this world. Moreover, before I wrote the script, I didn't know Wang Jun or Zhao Zhuanger, let alone their story. 'The Ghost Lady Buries Her Husband' was a complete coincidence."
If Song Zhi really didn't know Wang Jun, then the story had nothing to do with him.
But, was it really a coincidence?
Wouldn't that be too much of a coincidence?
Moreover, how did all these coincidences happen to you, Song Zhi?
Ji Yunshu pondered for a moment, then solemnly told him, "Young Master Song, if you know anything, you must tell me. Take it as a way to absolve yourself of the crime." Song Zhi earnestly said, "Young Master, I never lie. This script has nothing to do with Wang Jun, and I'm not his murderer. At this moment, I'm also confused! Why did the murderer really bury Wang Jun's bones there after I wrote that there was a white bone buried under the yellow soil, causing me to be misunderstood and be wronged?
Prison. "
Very innocent.
"Then … where did you get the inspiration for 'The Ghost Lady Buries Her Husband'?"
"It seems that Young Master still doesn't believe me." Song Zhi was sad.
Ji Yunshu said, "It's not that I don't believe you, but the case is complicated. If you don't explain it clearly, how can I help you?" "That's true, that's true …" Song Zhi took two steps back and sighed. "I won't hide it from Young Master. I've been painstakingly writing this script for five years, but I've always felt like my knees are in a pond. I can't reach the top, and I can't reach the bottom. Some time ago, I made up my mind to write one last time. I locked myself in my room for several days, trying to come up with a good story, but I couldn't think of anything! Until one night, when I opened the window and looked at a lighted house in the distance, a vague story popped up in my head. I thought about it carefully, and then I came up with the story, "The Book of Love".
Ghost Mother Buries Her Husband. I originally went to find the class leader with the last hope, but I didn't expect that this play was finally taken by the class leader. "
Inspiration was really hard to predict!
Often, no matter how much you racked your brains, you would not be able to come up with a single idea. However, once you went out to enjoy a gust of wind, inspiration would spring forth in your mind and blossom and bear fruit.
Ji Yunshu looked at Song Zhi's bitter and refined appearance. She didn't want to lie.
Perhaps he really had nothing to do with this matter!
It was just that the murderer took advantage of the fact that the ghost lady buried her husband in the play to commit the crime.
It just so happened that Song Zhi was implicated.
Ji Yunshu pondered for a while, then asked, "Can you tell me again how Wang Jun went to find you?" Song Zhi nodded and sighed. He began to recall, "That night, when I returned home, Wang Jun knocked on the door as soon as I stepped in. He said that he had something important to discuss with me, so I invited him in. He kept praising me for writing the play. At that time, he didn't seem to think that the story in the play was similar to his own experience. Of course, he didn't mention anything about him, Zhao Zhuanger, and Shuiyan to me. After chatting for a while, he got down to business. He said that he was worried that the younger generation would rush up and steal his role, so he hoped that I would use him as the model for the next play. He would wait until he earned some money before retiring. Of course, I didn't agree. After all, writing a play needs to be done in one's heart and mind. Who writes a play specifically for someone else? Later, he forced that baggage on me. Before I could refuse, he had already left. I held the baggage and chased after him for a while, but I couldn't catch up! That's the only way.
I watched him walk away and disappear into the night. Then, I returned home and waited for the next day to return those clothes to him. "
After all, he was a writer. His words were logical.
As clear as day!
"What about the second day?"
Song Zhi: "I went to the theater the next day."
"Details." "Oh." Song Zhi tried hard to recall. "That day, when I arrived at the theater, I was stopped by a big brother in clown makeup. He said that Wang Jun was missing and that the new actor might be replaced that night. I didn't say anything to him. He had something to do, so he left first. He only told me to wander around the backstage. I walked around backstage a few times, but no one noticed me. They were all busy with their own things. Coincidentally, I saw someone carrying the yellow soil we were going to use at night. I asked them a few questions. They told me that the last scene, 'The Ghost Lady Buries the Husband', used fake soil.
The Lord wants to use the True Mud, but I haven't even touched the mud before, let alone buried the bones in it. "
"What happened after that?"
"After that, I went to Wang Jun's dressing room. I wanted to put the bag under the table, but I was worried that Wang Jun wouldn't see it, so I left it there. I didn't stay any longer."
"Do you have any witnesses?"
"No." Song Zhi sighed.
Ji Yunshu replayed his words in her mind, hoping to find some details that would absolve Song Zhi.
Song Zhi's gentle and tired eyes stared at her. He thought that this young master was really good-looking.
Fair and clean, elegant, and gentle when he spoke.
How was he like a man?
If she said she was a woman, people would believe it.
But if she was a woman, why would she dress as a man? Wasn't that strange?
Song Zhi couldn't be blamed for this. After all, straight men were like this.
He suddenly realized that the way he looked at Ji Yunshu was a little strange, so he hurriedly retracted his gaze with a 'guilty conscience'.
Ji Yunshu thought about it, but she couldn't find anything strange in Song Zhi's words. She sighed and said, "Now we can confirm that the murderer had a grudge with Wang Jun and Zhao Zhuanger. That's why after killing Wang Jun, he dug out Zhao Zhuanger's remains."
Song Zhi continued, "I have no grudge with them! I don't even know them! "
"If you're not lying, then you're naturally not the murderer."
"Although I'm poor and have a mild temper, I never lie. What I say is the absolute truth." "It's useless for me to believe you. Even if Wang Jun's reason for looking for you makes sense, that bag still hasn't been found. Lord Zhuo concluded that the skeleton was in your bag. Although the murderer's identity has been narrowed down, you are still a suspect. Until the investigation is completed, you are still a suspect.
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