I kill the gods in the infinite script

"We found some clues in Chef Wen's room."

"Expert tools for rock climbing, a bloody knife, and a diary of a former chef that could be used to prove his identity."

"Chef Wen is the younger brother of the former chef. Half a year ago, in order to fulfill his destiny, the old manor owner dismissed all the untrustworthy servants, and the former chef was among them.

"But unlike others, the former chef's family situation was not very good, so he once asked the butler to let him stay, but he was rejected in the end."

"The old manor owner gives everyone double the salary, which can actually support the former chef to find his next job."

"It's just that an accident happened to the former chef on his way back. The other party somehow learned about the generous reward given by the manor owner and robbed him. During the push, the former chef died unfortunately."

"Although the other party panicked and only took away a small amount of the money, the former chef and Chef Wen's sick mother still passed away in grief."

"The seeds of hatred were sown."

In the first two hours before the copy ends, everyone gathers in the restaurant.

The first person to speak was Feng Wong. He placed the clues he found on the table one by one for others who had not seen it to pass them on for review.

"Two months ago, the manor's chef accidentally cooked food that would cause allergies to the manor owner, so he was kicked out by the housekeeper."

"Chef Wen was also recruited at that time." Feng Cuo took out another palm-sized record book and continued: "His brother has detailed records of the tastes and taboos of the manor owner, so I suspect that it was Wen who The chef framed the previous chef in order to gain access to the manor.”

After coming out of the basement, Miss Meng never interacted with Shu Li and the others again, and her expression and attitude became much colder.

She took the record book from Feng Cuo's hand and even looked a little arrogant when she raised her eyebrows: "Even so, these things can only prove that Chef Wen has a motive. They cannot prove that the owner of the manor died at his hands."

"So we returned to the scene and compared it. The knife matched the wound on the manor owner's neck." Feng Cuo pushed the knife towards the other party: "You can try it yourself."

"No need." Miss Meng shook her head: "My trust is not that stingy."

"In that case, let Chef Wen speak next." Reporter Xiao, who had been silent, simply glanced at the clues on the table and directed the initiative to Wen Zhefeng.

Having finished speaking, he shrugged and sat down.

"Before I start telling you about the clues I found, let me prove myself first."

As Wen Zhefeng spoke, he folded up the sleeves of both hands, revealing his fair arms.

"I believe you have all seen the window of the manor owner's room. Even if the tools in my room are used to break into the room, they will still be stopped by the arrangements outside."

Li Zhi's chuckle was more like mockery at this time, and then he threw a folded paper bag on the table.

He sat opposite Miss Meng, and he controlled his strength so that the paper bag just stayed in front of her.

Miss Meng looked at it suspiciously for a few seconds before reaching out and picking it up.

In the random packaging, there are thorns outside the window.

Miss Meng's face changed slightly, and she immediately threw it back on the table, and stared at it with a pair of eyes full of anger.

"Sorry, I just wanted to prove it." Li Zhi stretched out his hands, which were clean and without any wounds.

"You won't be poisoned just by being separated by a layer of paper, so if you take good protection, you won't be poisoned, right?" Shu Li opened her mouth and said her first words after sitting down. "In that case, the most suspect person should be Reporter Xiao, not me." Wen Zhefeng stood in front of his seat and looked condescendingly into Shu Li's eyes, as if he wanted to put pressure on her in this way. .

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Shu Li tilted her head and responded to his words with interest.

"Reporter Xiao came here a week ago. On the first day she entered the manor, she used the excuse that she was not familiar with the manor and touched those poisonous thorns."

"So the housekeeper sent her a bottle of antidote." As he said that, he took out a small, delicate porcelain bottle from his pocket and placed it on the table.

This move made reporter Xiao's expression change with shock, but she still tried her best to endure it and did not have an attack on the spot.

Although the look she looked at Wen Zhefeng was not really kind.

"But there is no possibility that she can enter the manor owner's room without telling others." Li Zhi said helpfully.

"Why is this not possible? A woman's footsteps are lighter than a man's. If she goes upstairs on tiptoes, it is very possible that she will not make any sound."

"But this is a script kill. When a suspect does certain things, he will definitely leave some traces. The only difference is that it is easy to find and difficult to find. It will not disappear completely."

Li Zhi's eyes met Shu Li's, and after Shu Li finished speaking, Li Zhi also added fuel to the fire.

"In fact, your line of suspicion and suspicion is indeed the most complete one now."

"No, if you haven't found anyone else, you can't declare that I did it." Wen Zhefeng clasped his hands together, with a stern look on his face.

"Journalist Xiao and the old manor owner are also related by blood." Wen Zhefeng remained calm, but what he revealed was a piece of information that shocked everyone present.

As soon as he said this, reporter Xiao grabbed the thing in front of him and threw it directly on his head.

It happened to be the wrong notebook that had been placed there before.

Although it is small, it is thicker and has a slightly harder shell.

Therefore, a particularly obvious red mark was left on Wen Zhefeng's forehead.

"Is this your cooperation? In order to protect yourself, can you betray the partner at will?" Reporter Xiao sat back on the chair, staring up at Wen Zhefeng with his eyes.

Although they are one high and one low, the aura of reporter Xiao who is in the lower position is not inferior to that of Wen Zhefeng.

"It doesn't matter, you can say it, just say it."

Reporter Xiao's face was expressionless, but her on-the-spot reaction seemed to be confident.

Could it be said that Wen Zhefeng had something in his hands?

Thinking of this, Shu Li did not continue to stimulate Wen Zhefeng's emotions.

On the contrary, Wen Zhefeng heard the decisive attitude in the informant's mouth, so he had no scruples and said it all in one go.

"Journalist Xiao's father is the brother of the old manor owner. In order to monopolize the manor, the old manor owner arranged for his father to have an accident when he went out to do business. There has been no news since then, so the huge manor was exclusively used by the old manor owner."

"But Reporter Xiao's father is not dead, and he has told her since she was a child that half of the manor belongs to them, and they want Reporter Xiao to do everything possible to get it back when she grows up."

And this is why reporter Xiao came to the manor.