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"Isn't there any sign of the mirror on the stage being broken?"

"Uh... no, we didn't find any signs of fragmentation during our search..."

The black assistant hesitated for a moment. Maybe he didn't even know why, but he subconsciously answered the question.

"Well, then the answer is very simple."

After getting the answer she wanted, Serabel turned her head and looked in the direction of the four actresses on the stage.

"I think the murderer is probably Ms. Rose."

After a pause, he added another sentence.

"Of course, I don't have any conclusive evidence, but if I had to hit the deceased from that angle, I think only Ms. Rose who was lying on the ground at the time could do it."?

Chapter 93 This is basic common sense, my friend

On the stage, three New York Police Department forensics officers were still collecting evidence around the body of the deceased.

The four actresses stood far away from the edge of the stage, watching, either silent or sobbing. At first glance, they looked like a group of survivors.

The bald Sheriff Radish, who had been chatting with Yukiko for a while, went to his men to inquire about the situation.

"Did you find anything?"

"Ah... yes."

The Forensic Section personnel who were squatting to search looked up and saw that their superiors were coming to ask questions, and quickly got up to report.

"At present, we have found a small burn on the chest of the deceased."

"scald?"

"Yes, right here..."

Reaching out his hand, he slightly opened the neckline of Jisi, who was already lying on the ground with a very peaceful expression, and saw a long strip of burn marks on the skin about five or six centimeters below the collarbone of his left shoulder.

"Secondly, there seems to be something fishy on the deceased's hands."

"Oh?"

"Sheriff, look..."

Using actions and words, he signaled Sergeant Radish to pay attention to the deceased's right hand. When the wrist was turned, a large amount of blood stained the palm of his hand.

The bald sergeant touched his chin: "This should be the blood that the deceased tried to cover the wound with after being shot. But why does the shape of this blood stain look a bit strange?"

"Yes, judging from the current situation, it is very likely that the deceased scratched something after his hands were stained with blood, but so far we have not found anything that the deceased scratched before death."

"Then keep looking, and don't miss it below the stage."

"Yes!"

Meanwhile, on the steps on the other side of the stage.

Yukiko patted Serabel on the shoulder, leaned into the latter's ear and lowered her voice.

"You just said that the culprit is most likely Miss Rose, but Miss Rose was lying on the ground at the time, and wasn't the beam of light we saw coming from the second floor of the performance hall?"

"...This is the most basic common sense, my dear sister Yukiko."

Serabel sighed softly.

"First, the effective shooting range of a pistol is basically about 50 meters. Although it does not mean that it cannot kill people if it exceeds 50 meters, the accuracy is basically not guaranteed at all. What's more, even within the effective range, it is not 100 meters. % can hit, but if you aim like this, you can theoretically hit. Whether you can actually hit depends on the situation at the time."

"Secondly, even an ace sniper will not shoot casually when facing a target with an umbrella or even just under the shade of a tree with leaves above his head, because it is easy for the bullet to miss, and at that time we heard The sound of the gunshot happened to be the moment when the dry ice smoke spread and expanded on the stage. At that time, let alone the audience, even at such a close distance on the stage, you may not be able to see each other clearly. You can fire directly with a machine-sighted pistol. Do you think you are a gentleman in a suit from Rainbow Team? Sniper Mao is not as arrogant as you, okay?"

"Third, the weight of a self-defense pistol is usually about one kilogram, and the stage is at least 40 meters away from the stands on the second floor. Even if you are really a sports student with amazing arm strength, you still throw the gun away after shooting. What does "far" mean? I've only heard of people who are confident in doubling their speed, confident of cutting the floor, and confident of closing their guns, but I've never heard of people who are confident of throwing their guns."

Uh……

After hearing this, Yukiko felt a little ashamed.

It seems that this is indeed the case?

"So the culprit could only be one of the three people who were on the stage at the time."

Chrissy seemed to understand after hearing this, and looked at the four actresses on the other side of the stage.

Serabel shrugged: "Well, I'll figure it out if I talk a little bit about this in the past."

As he spoke, he walked straight to the other side of the stage.

Yukiko wanted to follow her, but before she could take a step forward, she was stopped by the blonde beauty behind her.

"You Xizi."

"Eh?"

Hearing the sound, he turned his head subconsciously and felt a little dazed for a moment.

Exactly the same voice, [-]% similar face, and the expressions that were carved out of the same mold, as if they were just a little younger, and even the impressions were the same.

Blinking her eyes, her thoughts quickly returned to clarity, and Yukiko asked back.

"What's the matter, Miss Chrissy?"

"It's nothing, I just feel--"

With an inexplicable smile on her face, the blonde beauty turned her gaze to the figure walking slowly towards the other side of the stage.

"The younger brother you brought seems to be very capable."

On the other side, Sera Bell has arrived in front of the four actresses.

"Sorry to bother you, Bald... Sheriff Radishu is busy with things at hand, so he asked me to help understand the situation."

"Uh, are you coming?"

Lila, who looked the most outgoing among the four, looked at Serabel up and down, her expression blank for a moment.

By the way, this is still a high school student. The police asked high school students to help solve the case. Seriously?

"Because I have a good image."

Serabel said firmly: "A good image can play a role in calming the emotions of the person being questioned."

"..."

A simple sentence resulted in silence from the four people.

Well, indeed, I have to admit that this guy's image is indeed quite good. Except for always having a determined face and a lack of energy, he is considered very good in all other aspects.

"So, what do you want to ask?"

Ibelis, who plays the mismatched goddess Eris, asked, lighting a cigarette.

Serabel was also polite, and went straight to the point: "Did you find anything strange on the stage at the time of the incident?"

"To say something strange..."

Lila thought carefully.

"Actually, I'm not very clear, because according to the plot, we had to close our eyes at that time, and the whole place was filled with smoke made of dry ice, so we couldn't see anything clearly. Then we heard what sounded like a gunshot, and then we opened our eyes. I could see with my eyes that something had happened to Keith, and oh, there was also a pistol falling from a high altitude."

"That's it."

Selectively ignoring the last sentence about the pistol falling from a high altitude, Serabel nodded.

"It seems that all ladies are not suspicious. However, in order to ensure that the process is legal, I would like to ask you to cooperate with a smoke test later, especially on your hands."

"Smoke test, this doesn't matter." Asian actress Akani said indifferently.

"But not only your hands, your gloves will also have to undergo a smoke test when the time comes."

Serabel pointed to the long gloves that each of them wore on their hands that covered their elbows.

"Can you please give me the gloves first?"

"Well, of course."

The actresses looked at each other and began to take off their gloves.

Lila and Akani handed over the gloves very easily. Although Ibelis felt a little troublesome, she still took off the gloves and handed them to Serabel.

But when it was Rose's turn, the blonde actress's expression suddenly changed. ?

Chapter 94 Clumsy excuses

"Miss Rose?"

He stretched out his hand as if to catch the glove, but something didn't arrive. The young man tilted his head.

"Excuse me, Miss Rose, could you please give me the gloves?"

"I……"

The blonde actress hesitated for a moment.

"I-I'll just do it later. I want to go to the bathroom now."

"Rose?"

Not to mention Sera Bell, even several other actresses felt strange.

After all, this excuse is too lame.

Especially for the workers who rely on them for entertainment, managing their own physical condition is the most basic basic skill.

It’s not just about managing your figure, it’s also about managing your physical health.

For example, if you suddenly say that you want to go to the bathroom to spray in the middle of the performance, that is absolutely not allowed.

If you follow the normal flow of a stage play like they are doing now, the performance may be just over half way, and you can't help but go to the toilet. How can this be possible?

“I literally just needed to use the bathroom!”

Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Rose became a little excited, as if she was arguing with reason.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Lila quickly stood up to smooth things over.

"Well, maybe Rose is just feeling a little unwell today. Besides, haven't we already said that we have no suspicions? And if you really think about it, Rose should be the one with the least suspicion. After all, didn't Sheriff Radish say so? The bullet penetrated the chest at an angle of forty degrees. In this way, the prisoner must have stood at a higher position than Keith at the time and shot from top to bottom. You must know that Rose was lying on the floor at the time. How could it be possible in that way? The angle hit Keith."

"Can't?" Serabel asked.

"It really can't be done." Ibelis took out a puff of cigarette and shook her head. "According to the procedure, Keith was standing behind the mirror at that time, and Rose lying on the floor could only see his ankles at most."

"Yeah, I thought it was hanging in the hole on the stage."

Serabel turned her head and looked at the people and mirrors in the center of the stage.

"After all, I think his height seems to be a bit taller than that mirror. If he stands in the back normally, his head will bulge out, right?"

"what?"

Ibelis was stunned for a moment.

"This is impossible. This mirror in our theater company is custom-made, specifically to match Keith's height."

She said so.

But soon the other two expressed different opinions.

"But after being told like this..."

"It seems like the mirror has indeed become shorter?"

Eh?

After hearing this, Ibelis also turned back and looked at it seriously.

After all, an opera troupe is like a circus. They may perform the same play many times around the world, so the placement and use of every prop on stage has long been ingrained in their bones and is a memory engraved in their DNA. .

You may not notice it if you don't pay attention at ordinary times, but once you carefully compare it with the appearance in your memory, you will find...it seems to be true?

At this moment, a staff member who had just been taken to record a statement and was responsible for the stage lifting operation walked by and was grabbed by Sera Bell.

"Hello, may I ask whether Mr. Keith stood behind the mirror during the rehearsal tonight as usual?"