The production manager was a busy man. He had been arranging the work of the crew all morning. The second male lead died, and he had to write and modify the plot, modify the content of tomorrow's shooting, and appease the staff. He was very busy.

Jian Jing finally waited until he was free before she had the opportunity to ask questions.

"Did I do the haunting?" The production manager looked at her in surprise, "Why do you ask that?"

Jian Jing: "Your actions were not that thorough."

The production manager looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak.

Jian Jing threatened: "Given the large amount of blood at the crime scene, I'm afraid you are already the primary suspect."

The production manager immediately defended: "I didn't kill anyone."

"Then you left the blood all over the bed?" she asked, "Why are you playing tricks on me?"

The production manager pulled his lips awkwardly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words to say.

Jian Jing said, "What do you want to do?"

"Actually..." The production manager dodged for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, "We do this for a reason."

"You guys?"

"Uh," the production manager vaguely passed it over and quickly got to the point, "We hope that Qu Jie can withdraw from the filming."

Jian Jing was surprised: "What does Qu Jie's participation in the filming have to do with you?"

"It has nothing to do with us, but Lao Li..." The production manager hesitated for a moment, as if he had given up the struggle, and told everything with a wry smile, "He signed an agreement with others to treat his wife's illness before. If this drama does not meet the targets, he will have to pay for it out of his own pocket."

Jian Jing had also heard about the gambling agreement, and he suddenly realized.

The production manager said, "We have known Lao Li for many years, especially me. He has helped me many times. I really can't bear to see him fail. After all, his wife's illness has not been cured. What will he do if he loses money? We were quite confident in this film. Who knew..."

He showed disgust on his face, "Let me put it this way. I would rather Qu Jie's acting skills are worse. This can be compensated by the script and the camera, but what he did is not authentic. If there is any problem, the film will not be broadcast."

"Then why not just terminate the contract?"

The production manager smiled bitterly: "Old Li is a bit indecisive. We told him that he should bleed when necessary and not to have any luck, but he couldn't make up his mind and kept delaying. Finally, the investor spoke up in person and couldn't refuse."

Jian Jing: "So, you thought of this solution?"

"Alas, you don't understand Old Li." The production manager said, "Everyone is here, and the filming has started. With his personality, he would rather gamble on his luck than make up his mind."

She smiled: "But he is very superstitious, right?"

The production manager coughed twice, nodded helplessly, but still defended his friend: "He didn't believe it before, but later his wife was so sick, so he prayed to the gods every day. Now that the treatment is effective, he believes it even more."

"But if you decided to create the illusion of a ghost in order to make Director Li make up his mind to terminate the contract, why was there

one in Jiang Baiyan's room as well?" Faced with Jian Jing's questioning, the production staff avoided his eyes and stammered, "It's just Qu Jie, it's too obvious... We're worried that he'll find out..."

Jian Jing narrowed her eyes, "Did you bribe Master Long?"

The production staff was stunned and asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

Master Long's hint was so obvious, it would be hard not to see. She complained in her heart and got to the bottom of it: "The master said that something would happen to him. Was it also agreed by you guys?"

"Yes, but that's not what I meant." The production staff explained in a panic, "We just wanted him to ask to leave on his own initiative and put some pressure on Lao Li. No one thought that someone would really die."

Jian Jing looked at him for a long time before asking, "How did you fake that effect?"

"It's actually very simple." The production staff said, "There are a lot of plasma bags in the crew, and Qu Jie doesn't have the habit of closing the window. I went in through the window and installed a device on the ceiling - you should have noticed that the roof has been rebuilt. It was originally in the shape of a 'human', but it was changed to a flat roof with a part of the space above to install the central air conditioner."

"Qu Jie has filmed movies before, so he can tell whether the blood plasma bags are for filming. I went to the slaughterhouse to buy chicken blood and pig blood. With the effect of Xiao Gu Tiao, a timer can be used to make the blood plasma flow out in the middle of the night."

He confessed, "I just wanted to scare him. There is no poison in it and it won't kill people."

"I checked the vents and didn't find the mechanism you mentioned."

Production staff: "I took it away."

"When?"

"A little after one o'clock."

Jian Jing looked at him and said slowly, "Did the director of photography also participate?"

"He didn't say it, but he should know about it."

"When you were closing the door, didn't you notice anything unusual in the house?"

The production manager shook his head and pointed out the direction: "I was closing the door in the back and didn't look into the house for fear of being discovered." After a pause, he continued, "The little girl was screaming at the time, I thought they saw the blood and were just scared, I didn't expect that she would die like that."

"Can you tell me the truth now?" she asked, "Who do you think killed him?"

The production manager shut up tightly.

"You suspect Director Li." She used a declarative sentence, "Why?"

After a long silence, he said uncertainly: "To terminate the contract, you have to pay a sky-high penalty, and it's hard to explain to the investors..."

Jian Jing nodded.

The sky-high penalty for breach of contract, the gambling agreement, and the seriously ill wife...are enough to support a motive for murder.

Could it be Director Li?

She thought for a moment and asked, "Does Director Li know the truth about the haunting?"

"Of course not." The production staff said, "If he knew, it would be ineffective."

Jian Jing frowned.

So far, Director Li is indeed the most suspicious person.

On the afternoon of the incident, he and Qu Jie had a fierce argument. Qu Jie made a lot of nonsense, claiming that he was not easy to bully and could cause trouble for the crew and even Director Li himself at any time. At the same time, once his negative news was exposed, the film would most likely not be broadcast.

Director Li might have to bleed heavily for this, and even affect his wife's disease treatment.

Judging from the time, he was the last one to come back, and he lived opposite the deceased, which made it very convenient for him to commit the crime.

But there is a problem that cannot be ignored.

Why did the murderer create such a crime scene?

Compared with the complicated motives, the murderer's actions are the key to solving the case.

If he wanted to use the legend of the rich daughter to create the illusion of a female ghost killing people, then the combination of the secret room and bloodstains is absolutely perfect.

But now the production staff has admitted that the effect of the blood on the bed was done by him. This was not the original plan of the murderer, at most he took advantage of it.

Just ask, what kind of reaction would a superstitious director have when he saw the blood on the ceiling after killing someone?

Normal people would be scared to death, let alone him? Even if he was filled with hatred and calmed down, would he still have the courage to use the blood of the haunted ghost to disguise the scene?

Director Li doesn't seem like that kind of person at all.

In addition, he came back very late, and he should not be aware of the situation of Qu Jie and the girl. Seeing that Qu Jie was not the only one in the room, why did he still choose to attack?

Shaomai's drunkenness was unpredictable. Wasn't the murderer afraid of being caught by her?

Jian Jing thought about it and asked the producer another question.

He said that he fell asleep soon after returning to the room yesterday and did not talk to anyone else.

In this way, the identity of the murderer was obvious.

Jian Jing spent some time to crack the mechanism of the secret room.

In the afternoon, she gathered all the suspects in the case and announced that the murderer had been found.

Director Li couldn't wait: "Who is it?"

"No hurry." Jian Jing didn't identify the murderer right away. Instead, she looked around and said, "I want to ask everyone here first, who knows the truth about the haunting? Those who know or have guesses, please raise your hands."

Director Li was stunned: "The truth about the haunting?" He turned his head and saw the other creators winking at each other, and immediately became suspicious, "Could it be..."

The production manager avoided his sight and raised his hand silently.

Then, the art director also raised the back of his hand helplessly.

"Don't others know?" Jian Jing smiled, "Don't lie to me."

The heroine Bei hesitated slightly, probably afraid that she would expose herself, so she had to cooperate and raised her hand.

Jiang Baiyan scratched his face and also reached out obediently.

Director Li looked at them in disbelief, then at the cinematographer and producer.

The cinematographer cleared his throat, put his hands up and said, "Okay, I guessed it."

The producer, like Director Li, was shocked and suspicious: "Did you do it? What did you want to do?"

"Nothing." The art director shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be disdainful, "Isn't it okay to vent your anger if you don't like that guy?"

The producer was furious: "Nonsense! You are messing around like this and completely disrupting the filming!" He was suspicious again, "Did you kill him?"

The production manager hurriedly said, "No, we just wanted to teach him a lesson."

The art director: "There's no need to kill."

"Who is it?" The producer took the initiative and questioned Jian Jing.

Jian Jing didn't want to pay any attention to him, and said to herself: "The second question is, on the night of the crime, did anyone see anyone leave their room and go out?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Okay." Jian Jing didn't explain the reason for the question, and changed the subject, getting to the point, "Now, let me reconstruct the case."

She organized her thoughts: "Qu Jie died of mechanical asphyxiation, that is, he was strangled to death by the murderer's bare hands. Judging from the handprints left on the body, the murderer was a strong man. After killing Qu Jie, he locked the door, left through the window, and used a mechanism to fake a secret room."

Jiang Baiyan raised his hand like a good student: "What mechanism?"

"The murderer hung a hanger on the window handle. When the top-hung window is opened, the handle faces upwards, and when it is closed, the handle is broken off." The scene was too bloody, so Jian Jing did not demonstrate it, but described it as much as possible, "Put a dry beauty egg under the hanger, and put a water-absorbent bath towel on it. When blood drips, it will be transferred from the bath towel to the beauty egg, which will absorb water and expand, lifting the hanger, causing the center of gravity of the hanger to shift, and the hook will have a handle."

Jiang Baiyan is a first-class Watson, and asked seriously: "Won't the hanger be hung on the hook in this way?"

"Yes, so you need a compressed wet wipe and a piece of ice." Jian Jing said, "The compressed wet wipe is very small. It is stuck between the hook and the glass. Put a few pieces of ice on it. The water from the melted ice will cause them to expand and push the hook off. The wet wipe and clothes

hanger will fall to the ground and will be completely inconspicuous." Thanks to Qu Jie's bad habits, no one would notice anything unusual even if wet wipes, clothes hangers, bath towels, and beauty eggs fell to the ground, because he was just so messy.

"I understand." Jiang Baiyan said in cooperation, "The murderer was able to build this mechanism, proving that he knew the arrangement of the haunted house and played along with it."

The producer was obviously relieved: "So I am not a suspect, right? Well, I said it long ago, I didn't kill anyone."

Lady Bei said coldly: "Wouldn't the murderer lie?"

"Yes." Jian Jing didn't want to give the producer an easy way, and immediately said, "Whether you knew it or not, it's all you said, and there is no evidence. We can't rule out someone's suspicion at the moment."