There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 13 Finding the Murderer Needs Evidence

After the darkest time before dawn, a little bit of fish belly appeared in the sky.

Nothing thrilling happened last night, only an undetectable undercurrent surging faintly.

There were quite a few people who didn't sleep all night. Tan Xiaohe was stopped halfway through touching the housekeeper's room, and fell asleep angrily when he came back.

Yang Ming sat on the floor and flipped through the copied materials. After reading them all night, he was in a trance.

His brain was too heavy, he propped his head up, and struggled drowsily with an encrypted document, and he didn't give up after deciphering it most of the night, because he had an intuition that there must be something important in it!

When Tan Xiaohe woke up, he saw the otaku man sitting against the wall, with a serious face but still staring at the tablet.

"Hey!"

She yelled aloud, and Yang Ming came back to his senses in an instant, as if he was just waking up from a big dream, with a dazed face: "Huh?"

Tan Xiaohe twitched the corners of his mouth, and said speechlessly: "Aren't you looking at the materials, did you see anything?"

Hearing this, Yang Ming came back to his senses completely, rubbed his sore eyes, looked at the tablet screen that was still being deciphered, and said, "There is a document that is deeply hidden, and I'm still deciphering it, it should be soon."

"Aren't you an otaku, why don't you look like you can't stay up all night at all." Tan Xiaohe got up and stretched, and said in good spirits.

"I never stay up late." Yang Ming yawned.

Who said that nerds must stay up all night to party, and they just don't like to go out when they stay at home.

What's more, staying up late and staying up all night are two different things!
"Then I'm going out first, you continue to decipher." Qin Xiaohe packed up all the crime props that he didn't have time to sort out last night, and then opened the door and went out.

"Go ahead, help me set up a cover by the way." Yang Ming rubbed his brows and said.

……

Dawn had already broken in the sky, and it rained in the middle of the night. At this time, the air outside became extraordinarily fresh.

The door of the villa is open, and the morning sun and breeze blow in, making the atmosphere much more comfortable.

The servants in the manor have already woken up, but everyone is working quietly, and their movements are as light as those who strolled around in the middle of the night last night, with a sense of depression.

After Qin Xiaohe finished washing, he saw two people eating breakfast in the dining room.

Breakfast was prepared by Xu Shuo with the existing ingredients. Sitting next to him was Zhan Qian, who was scared by ghosts and didn't dare to sleep all night. She was so hungry that she came down early to find something to eat.

"Good morning~" Tan Xiaohe greeted the two of them with a cute smile on his face.

Zhan Qian looked up at her, nodded gracefully, and continued to sip her breakfast.

Sitting beside her, Qin Xiaohe looked carefully at the faces of the people next to her, and suddenly asked with concern: "Sister Zhan, you don't seem to be in a good mood, did you not sleep well last night?"

Zhan Qian paused: "..."

She suspected that the woman had mentioned it on purpose, it sounded like tea.

Obviously, the foundation of this body is quite good, even after staying up all night, there are no dark circles under her eyes, not to mention that she even put on makeup before going out, so how can it be so bad!

The chef next to her just said that she is in good spirits!
Zhan Qian was full of slander, but on the face she kept aloof and said lightly: "Thank you for your concern, but I'm resting well."

Hearing this, Qin Xiaohe breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "That's good, I think the weather is good today, and when the police come over, they should be able to check a lot of clues, sister Zhan can directly take us to the book to clear the customs Come on!"

Zhan Qian was sure that it was a small green tea, so she put down her fork and smiled gracefully: "Maybe, but sometimes even if the murderer is found, it doesn't necessarily end. Many people play script killing not just for reasoning Find the murderer, but restore the story of the entire script, in fact, that is the essence of the script killing game."

Therefore, it is not certain how the system that brings them into this game world will end the script killing.

Tan Xiaohe's eyes flickered slightly: "Why didn't Sister Zhan say anything yesterday?"

Zhan Qian smiled: "After all, you are all novices who have never played script killing, and you may not understand if you explain too much. For example, there is another type in script killing called variable version..."

"..."

Xu Shuo was sitting next to him, and saw the two women began to inquire about each other's news with hidden smiles, and he quickly slipped away after eating.

As the live-in chef of the manor, he also needs to prepare the host's breakfast.

Originally, Mr. Guo would come down to eat on time at [-] o'clock every morning. Although he is cold now, there is still a young master who is autistic all day long and needs to be fed.

When Xu Shuo came to the kitchen early in the morning, he found that the kitchen had been disturbed, probably because someone entered it last night.

But in fact, apart from digging up the sewer pipes, they couldn't find anything at all.

The method of killing with the simplest process is the most difficult to be seen through. Like the modus operandi in the elementary school students of the Reaper, they are really gaudy and frivolous to leave holes for themselves.

Of course, it's really stupid to use one's own identity to commit murder. It's like pushing oneself hard to be the number one suspect.

If there is no novice tutorial, he would prefer to run into Mr. Guo's room in the middle of the night, and then kill him directly, at least it will last longer.

It is not possible to be targeted by the photographer on the spot.

……

Then, when Xu Shuo was preparing the host's breakfast and pushing the dining car to the elevator, he bumped into the photographer he was still complaining about just now.

"Good morning, are you going to deliver breakfast to the housekeeper and Master Guo?" the photographer greeted him friendly.

"It's just Master Guo's, and yours is already ready, on the dining table." Xu Shuo nodded with his usual expression, and turned his head to signal the dining room while talking.

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome."

After the two were polite, they passed by. The photographer suddenly stopped, turned to look at the young man, and saw the elevator gradually closing.

The door panel quickly blocked his sight, the photographer restrained his smile, rubbed his brows and walked towards the restaurant. When he saw the two girls over there, he showed a gentle and polite smile again.

He sat down and looked at the two of them, and found that Zhan Qian's spirit was a little off, and he had to stay up all night without guessing, but the girl seemed to be sleeping well.

In fact, he also stayed up late, checked the kitchen in the middle of the night, and even tried to go to the cook's room.

Even the door couldn't be opened, but as he expected, there was no one inside.

The photographer recorded the people who went out last night. None of their missionaries stayed in the room peacefully.

But he still felt that the chef was the most suspected!
In the process of reasoning, if the target is locked first, and then reverse reasoning is carried out, then it will be more effective.

The photographer's current target is the chef, so all the search directions are based on the idea of ​​"the chef is the murderer". What he lacks now is information.

I hope that the police who will come over later can give some useful help, he doesn't want the mission to fail.

After all, he has a main task of [find the murderer who killed Mr. Guo].

(End of this chapter)