Jian Jing ruled out Zuo Xin first. She might have been trying to shift the suspicion by targeting Wang, but as a girl, she couldn't carry the body to the fourth floor.

President Hu went downstairs at 22:40 and came back at 23:05. He was missing for 25 minutes, which gave him plenty of time.

Deng Daoju went to the bathroom at 22:10, returned to the classroom at 15-30, and went to the bathroom again after 22:40, leaving twice in total. His kidneys were so bad that he went to the bathroom twice in an hour?

Male protagonist Luo went to the bathroom after 22:40 and went to touch up his makeup at 23:05, also having two times. If Tang was killed the first time he went out and hidden somewhere in the teaching building, and she was carried upstairs the second time, Wang and Hu who were outside could also be avoided.

Oh, that's bad.

If Luo and Deng had not been asked to go out before, whether there was mud on the soles of their shoes would be a very favorable evidence, but she destroyed it with one hand.

Jian Jing suddenly remembered this and regretted it.

She thought that if Hu and Wang went downstairs, they might have a chance to destroy the evidence, but she never expected that cleverness would backfire.

It's over, are there any other clues?

Jian Jing pondered for a moment, waved to Photographer Wang: "Let's talk."

Photographer Wang: "I have nothing to talk to you."

"The police I know asked me to ask you a few questions." In an emergency, Jian Jing had already used the person she just met as a tiger skin banner without any burden, "Don't you want to clear your suspicion?"

Photographer Wang pursed his lips and went out with her.

The two of them talked at the end of the corridor.

"I want to know what Tang Yuran said to you." Jian Jing said, "Don't rush to reject me. You are a big suspect now, but I think someone may be framing you."

Wang Shexiang's attention was indeed diverted: "Who framed me?" "

Of course it was the real murderer." Jian Jing coaxed, "Only by finding the real murderer can you prove that you are innocent, right?"

Wang Shexiang's expression changed for a few seconds, and finally he said, "It's nothing. She asked me before if I wanted to shoot a work that could win an award. If I do, I will do what she said today."

"Is this the content of your chat in the small garden?"

"No. At that time, she told me to go to her at 11 o'clock to shoot behind-the-scenes footage, and I must shoot it seriously." Photographer Wang scratched his hair, "That's it, that's it."

Jian Jing stared at his face without blinking: "You don't know her 'plan'?"

Photographer Wang asked back: "What plan?"

"The plan to shoot award-winning works." Jian Jing asked, "No idea? Are you sure?"

"Sure, I really don't know anything." Photographer Wang said irritably.

Jian Jing nodded, let him go, and asked Deng Daoju to come out.

Deng Daoju went straight to the point: "Do you have any clues, or do you suspect me?"

"You are in charge of all the props for the club's filming," Jian Jing asked, "I want to know what you bought. Can you show me the bill?"

Deng Daoju hesitated, took out his mobile phone, and showed her the purchase order, which included: wigs, costumes, blood plasma, skeletons and other props used in a series of horror films.

"Did you use blood plasma today?" She looked carefully, "How many packs did you use? How much is left?"

Deng Daoju remained silent.

Jian Jing said slowly: "Think about it carefully."

Deng Daoju's facial muscles twitched slightly, but she didn't understand micro-expressions and couldn't tell. She only knew that something was going on in his heart. After a while, he said, "I used up a few packets." Without waiting for Jian Jing to ask, he took the initiative to explain, "It was in the toilet."

Jian Jing pretended to be surprised: "The blood in the toilet is fake?"

"Yes, that was made by Tang Yuran and I." After saying that, Deng Daoju's face showed a look of relief, and he quickly said, "This is a plan. Tang Yuran said that our story is old-fashioned and boring, and it would be useless to shoot it unless we create some gimmicks."

"What do you mean?" "It 's

very simple. If some strange phenomena really occur when shooting a horror movie, once it spreads, it will attract a lot of attention." Deng Daoju smiled bitterly, "Movie within a movie, it's that simple."

Jian Jing thought, "Is this Tang Yuran's idea? Who else knows?"

"It should be me and her. Tang Yuran wants to capture other people's reactions. The more real they are, the more convincing they will be." Deng Daoju analyzed. "It will be too fake if we tell everyone."

Jian Jing understood immediately.

It must be said that Tang Yuran has a lot of ideas. Zuo Xin's script is average, and it is President Hu's first time as a director. With two completely new actors, the result is predictable. It is just for her own amusement.

But if she does this, maybe she can really come back to life.

The problem now is that the person who can pretend to be on the scene must be someone who knows about it, and Deng Daoju said that only he and Tang Yuran knew about it.

"Why did she only tell you?" Jian Jing seized the doubt.

Deng Daoju was a little embarrassed: "Well, I want to pursue someone in their dormitory. She said that as long as I help her, she will help me to get in touch with her."

Jian Jing suddenly realized and asked: "What did you do when you left for the first time?"

"I went to the women's toilet to prepare props, and then Tang Yuran came. She said that if I left for too long, people would be suspicious, so she asked me to come back first. I went to the men's toilet downstairs to clean up. This is true, but I didn't go to the toilet. She told me to find Lao Wang and let him remember to take the behind-the-scenes."

"How did you arrange it?" She asked carefully.

"Just pour some blood in the toilet and sprinkle a little on the side." Deng Daoju said very clearly, "Tang Yuran said she would do the handprint, and the girls' hands should be small. After all, it's a women's toilet."

Jian Jing nodded silently in her heart, everything matched.

She remained calm: "Then do you think she was killed while setting up the scene?"

Deng Daoju thought seriously and made meaningless gestures: "I think she went to talk to Wang first, and then was killed when she went back to the bathroom to set up the scene. It is also possible that Wang killed her and then moved her to the bathroom, but the time was too tight."

"You are a suspect." Jian Jing tried to describe in an objective and calm tone, "The second time you left, you could just go to the bathroom to kill her, and you had plenty of time."

Deng Daoju defended: "If I did it, why should I tell you?"

"Because maybe a third person knows, and if you don't say it, you will be suspected." Jian Jing was very calm, "For example, the president, is he really unaware of such a plan?"

Deng Dao was a little anxious: "I don't know if Lao Hu knows, anyway, it's not me."

Jian Jing controlled her expression, stared at him seriously for a long time, and then nodded gently, as if she believed it. Her

suspicion of Deng just now was just a test. She deliberately said "went to the toilet to kill someone." If Deng was the murderer, he should say that the toilet was not the first scene and pass the pot to Wang, the photographer. But although he knew that the blood in the toilet was fake, he thought that he was killed during the arrangement, which reduced his suspicion.

The two returned to the classroom, and the people inside were arguing.

"What are you arguing about?" Jian Jing raised her eyebrows.

President Hu was furious and cursed: "They are crazy. I just attended a hometown gathering with Tang Yuran. Does that prove that I have a relationship with her?"

Photographer Wang asked: "Didn't you say before

that you knew each other?" "What's there to say? We've only met a few times." President Hu jumped up and said, "Is it necessary to say it specifically?"

Zuo Xin and Jian Jing explained: "We were just looking through Tang Yuran's campus photos. She had a photo of a gathering with the president in it."

President Hu shouted: "Hometown gathering, we both came from the same place. We are not familiar with each other. We only met when we got together. We haven't seen each other as often as she and I in the club. I don't think it's necessary to say it specifically, right?"

The others showed obvious doubts.

"That..." Male protagonist Luo hesitated for a moment, frowned and asked, "I don't mean anything else, it's just that she, I mean Yu Ran, used to have frequent contact with a man, and the other party also gave her gifts. Is it you?"

President Hu seemed to be on fire and raised his voice: "What! I have a girlfriend, and she and I are just ordinary friends. Don't suspect others."

Zuo Xin was very interested in this and asked: "Does your breakup have anything to do with that man?"

"I can't say whether her breaking up with me is related to that person." Male protagonist Luo smiled bitterly, "I just heard someone say a few words by chance."

Zuo Xin asked: "Will you feel resentful because of this?"

"Come on, we are not children anymore. We just broke up, not to the point of murder." The male protagonist Luo said decisively, "Look at me, it's not difficult for me to get a girlfriend. There's no need to sacrifice the rest of my life for her."

Jian Jing and Zuo Xin looked at him at the same time.

Actor Luo raised his hand: "I have an advertisement in two days. If I perform well, I might be able to sign a contract. I'm not that stupid. You see, I haven't said a few words to her today, right? Does

n't it look like I'm pestering her?" Zuo Xin seemed to believe it, and turned to Jian Jing and said: "Tang Yuran was stabbed to death by a knife or something, right? I think the most important thing is to find the murder weapon and not give the murderer a chance to destroy it."

Jian Jing asked: "What do you mean...?"

"If you don't mind, please spread out your things." Zuo Xin was very calm, "Anyway, it's not me, I'm here first."

She picked up her shoulder bag and poured everything in it on the desk: lipstick, pen, headphones, tissues, wallet and charging cable, nothing else.

Photographer Wang said coldly: "Who is so stupid that he would keep the murder weapon with him?"

"Then you check it for everyone." Zuo Xin said aggressively.

Photographer Wang brought the bag over and made a "whatever you want" gesture: "I don't believe you can find anything."

Zuo Xin ignored him and began to search his bag.

Seeing this, the others were dissatisfied in their hearts, but they refused as if they would be labeled as suspects. After hesitating for a while, they still took out their personal belongings.

However, there was nothing.

No one had the murder weapon.

Jian Jing thought: "Zuo Xin is right, we can't give the murderer a chance to take the murder weapon away. Let's form a team of two and search everywhere in the building."

"Okay, you have the backstage, you have the final say."

The others acted slowly.

The fourth floor teaching building was not very big, and most of the classrooms were locked. Only the four toilets and the classroom, as well as the outside area, were empty.

Now that it was raining heavily, everyone still focused on searching the teaching building.

This move was undoubtedly correct.

Twenty minutes later, a multi-purpose folding knife was found under the trash can in the second men's toilet on the third floor.