However, Ma Houde still felt that it was too unrealistic to connect something mentioned in a book 30 years ago with the current case, not to mention that the author had already passed away.
So, Sir Ma shook his head, "But it happened here, not abroad. Old Qin, let's put aside this so-called hypothesis and see if you can provide me with any other clues. "
"Some footprints were found at the scene." Old Qin probably also felt that what he said was illogical, so he didn't insist, "After excluding the police and the informant, there is only one group of strangers. According to the depth of the footprints, it should belong to a thin and weak person. It could be a short man or a woman. "
"Could it be left by the murderer?" Ma Houde frowned.
Old Qin shook his head, "Not necessarily. It's also possible that the informant was not the first to find it. Someone else came here before him, but didn't choose to report it … But? "
"But what?"
"Generally, if it's a panic, the footprints won't be like this …" Old Qin tilted his head, and said strangely, "It's so calm, as if the person left slowly."
"Well … Didn't you say that there were other wounds on the victim's body? What happened? "
"They were all wounds of animals." Old Qin frowned again, "Some of them belonged to cats, and some belonged to dogs … It's very messy."
"Small animals can eat people?" Ma Houde was stunned … He felt that this murder case was getting more and more complicated.
In the end, Sir Ma didn't get any important and useful information. He scratched his head and left Old Qin's office, and went back to his own department with a cigarette in his mouth.
Recently, Sir Ma was very free, and he got back his former style.
As for why?
Of course, it was because the young detective from the provincial bureau had been away for a long time. He had not been here for a long time, and no one knew what he was doing mysteriously.
The only thing that Ma Houde knew was that he hadn't left this city yet.
"Ah … So annoying!" Ma Houde finished a cigarette, but still had no clue. He suddenly murmured, "Let's sweep the mine first?"
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Hong Guan was washing his wife's clothes in the ward — Jin Ziyao's due date was coming, and it would happen in two weeks.
The uncle at the garage naturally wouldn't tie Hong Guan up and force him to work at this time. Instead, he generously let Hong Guan take a vacation and pay him the same salary.
"Hong Guan, someone is looking for you!"
Hong Guan, who was in the bathroom, heard his wife's words. He put down his things and walked out — there was indeed someone here.
An old delivery man …? An old man with an afro? So avant-garde?
He glanced at his wife's expression. She was probably shocked by this old man's avantgarde and kept sneaking glances at him.
"This … Sir, are you a delivery man?" Hong Guan asked in surprise.
"Can't I deliver a package?" The old deliveryman glared at him and tugged at the logo on his shirt. "Haven't you heard of Water Meter Express?"
"I haven't …" Hong Guan shook his head and said, "But, I didn't buy anything."
But the old man with an afro seemed to be very impatient. He put down the things and asked Hong Guan to sign it. Then he quickly left without saying a word.
"What's this?" Jin Ziyao asked curiously.
Hong Guan shook his head and opened the package — In fact, it was something like a briefcase. It was thin and didn't seem to be able to hold anything.
Hong Guan took out a small envelope. After opening it, Hong Guan suddenly looked at his wife and said in surprise, "This is the ticket, from the TV station …"
And it was an admission ticket for the upcoming program "Singer" … Hong Guan frowned. Except for Cheng Yiran, he really couldn't think of anyone else who would send him such a thing.
But … why did they send it?
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"There are quite a lot of people."
Luoqiu looked at the endless stream of people — these people were all waiting to enter. Of course, how many of them were arranged in advance to cry in front of the camera, and how many of them were selected by luck …
Of course, Boss Luo was not the kind of person who would waste his lifespan to buy such useless information.
This was the recording studio of "Singer" — as for why the club boss and Miss Servant Girl could come here?
It was better to say that there was nowhere in the world that they couldn't go.
"After all, there are 800 public judges." You Ye also slightly looked at the scene, and then dutifully reminded, "Master, Miss Ren and Miss Lizi are also here. They are over there."
Luoqiu just glanced at them casually, "It's just the media. Don't worry about them … Let's go in."
The boss, with his maid, calmly walked past the staff on the scene. Before they officially entered, they had already come to the first row in front of the stage and found a seat at the end of the side and sat down.
Some people would know that someone was sitting here, but no one would know who was sitting here … Later, no one would remember it, and even the impression would naturally disappear.
The boss suddenly reduced his and You Ye's sense of existence to almost zero.
"Speaking of which, I have never seen you use a mobile phone." Luoqiu took out his mobile phone and turned it to silent mode.
Even if his sense of existence almost disappeared, he still subconsciously did some ordinary people's actions — even if these actions seemed so redundant.
Luoqiu would also notice his actions. The explanation he gave himself was that he was probably still holding on to the part of him that was a human being.
But it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.
"You Ye doesn't need this." Miss Servant Girl smiled, "I can hear the master's call immediately, so I don't need this kind of thing."
Would she be lonely?
Luoqiu suddenly thought of this in his heart.
He would think of the picture of You Ye sitting alone in the club.
The lights had been dimmed or even extinguished, but she sat there quietly, straight, hands folded on her legs, eyes closed … Just to wait for someone to come, and then opened her eyes again.
And the old clock on the wall was ringing again and again.
To her, it was a meaningless time.
"In the beginning, humans didn't need this kind of thing." Luoqiu looked at his mobile phone, "Talking face to face, eyes to eyes, hand to hand, or sitting at the same table, is always closer than ever."
"But distance requires it." You Ye replied, "This is the progress of human beings."
"But distance …" Luoqiu looked at the stage, saying indifferently, "It doesn't necessarily disappear with this kind of thing."
Speaking of this, Luoqiu suddenly shook his head, pointing to the center of the stage, "It hasn't started yet, but since you're here, let me take a photo for you."
The boss turned over his palm, and the old Hasselblad 500C naturally appeared in his hand.
Luoqiu held You Ye's hand, walking to the center of the stage, smiling, "For now, you belong here, OK?"
The lights on the stage were suddenly turned on.
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"Oh, strange, who turned on the stage light?"
Zhong Luochen heard a staff's voice when walking in the corridor — Of course, he didn't care about it.
Accompanied by Cheng Yun, he walked into a special viewing area — the seats below the recording studio were for the general public, and there were also first-class seats for the judges — but naturally, there were also VIP seats, overlooking the audience.
Cheng Yun didn't expect that the second young master would want to attend this kind of occasion … After knowing Zhong Luochen's request, he hurriedly arranged it. As for the reason, if his master didn't tell him, he wouldn't ask.
This was the quality of an excellent follower.
Of course, the director of the TV station was a subordinate of the second young master's family, so it was easy for him to arrange such a place.
"Second young master, wait here, I'll get you something to drink, and check on Cheng Yiran's preparation. Then I'll go to the door to wait for Miss Zhang, and bring her here. "
"Go ahead." Zhong Luochen nodded.
He sat down by himself, but didn't open the curtain in front. He just closed his eyes and rested — naturally, he wasn't interested in this kind of competition.
He just wanted to see what Cheng Yiran could do … whether tonight would be the same as that day in K&C, where she could make the 800 audience intoxicated.
"If there really is such a … magical 'magic'," Zhong Luochen chuckled and muttered to himself, "then it's really worth investing in."
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Outside the TV station, Hong Guan held the ticket in his hand, hesitating … He didn't know whether to go in or not.
He still had Cheng Yiran's phone number.
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