With the authorization from the police, Jian Jing collected the key to Shao Meng's room and protected the crime scene.

She could have used the template on the Internet to register her information, but unfortunately, not long after the call, there was no signal and the network was completely disconnected.

She had to take notes.

The proprietress was very cooperative and told her the basic information of all the guests.

The hotel only had two floors. Shao Meng, Shao Meng's assistant, Xu the screenwriter, Huang the director and Xie Wei lived on the first floor, and Jian Jing, Zhang Hongchun, Tao the actress, Xue Xiaosheng and Jiang Baiyan lived on the second floor.

Shao Meng's assistant went out to buy medicine two hours ago, and she also asked the proprietress about the nearby pharmacy, so she was temporarily excluded.

Among the remaining people, only Xie Wei had not been seen.

Jian Jing called everyone to the largest private room and prepared to inquire about everyone's situation.

Then, she saw Xie Wei, who made Director Huang sigh.

He was the last one to come. She heard a few coughs first, and then the sliding door was pushed open and he came in.

He was tall and thin, wearing a thick gray sweater and loose sports pants. His clothes were very casual, and they were completely different from exquisite.

But once they met, no one cared about his clothes.

His appearance was not perfect. His eyes, nose, and mouth were not the most popular styles nowadays, but when combined together, there was an indescribable charm. He was not beautiful, not cool, not handsome, but every aspect of his skeleton was just right, coordinating a very charming face.

It is no exaggeration to say that the gloomy room was brightened by this face, as if this person had a spotlight effect when he appeared, and everywhere was a stage.

A natural superstar face.

Jian Jing finally understood why Director Huang sighed. How

could such a person not be popular?

"Hello, everyone." His voice was very soft and a little hoarse, but there was a little starlight in his eyes.

Director Huang was such a person that she couldn't help but soften her tone when talking to him, and said with pity: "Are you sick? Why don't you know how to take care of your body?" She couldn't help but persuade him, "You are still young."

"Don't worry, I've been taking medicine and it's under control." Xie Wei sat down cross-legged, raised his head and looked at Jian Jing, "This is Teacher Jian, it's the first time I meet you, hello."

Jian Jing lowered her voice unconsciously: "Sorry to disturb your rest."

Jiang Baiyan was stunned, glanced at her, and said nothing.

"I heard something happened." Xie Wei asked calmly, "Do you have anything you want to ask?"

Talking about the case, Jian Jing immediately returned to normal: "When did you come?"

"A week ago." Xie Wei replied, "I was not feeling well, so I came here to recuperate."

Jian Jing asked: "Do you know Shao Meng?"

"Yes." Xie Wei smiled, but his eyes were still indifferent, "We are in the same circle, how can we not know each other."

Jian Jing thought for a moment, and asked again: "Have you seen Shao Meng today?"

Xie Wei: "No."

"Are you so sure?" Unconsciously, Jian Jing also learned from Ji Feng to dig a trap.

Xie Wei still had no doubts: "I didn't go out all day today, so of course I didn't see him."

The proprietress seemed to have a preference for him, and she was busy testifying: "I brought in breakfast and lunch."

Jian Jing nodded and turned to ask other people.

The last people who saw Shao Meng today were her, screenwriter Xu and director Huang. After they talked to him, he went back to his room to rest and never came out again.

Xu and Huang could testify to each other. Jiang Baiyan and Xue Xiaosheng basically revolved around them today, always under the eyes of everyone.

Only Tao and Zhang seemed to have not seen much.

Jian Jing looked at them.

Zhang Hongchun's expression was a little uneasy. She always held her mobile phone in her hand and glanced at it from time to time. Considering that someone died in the hotel for unknown reasons, her behavior was not surprising.

Ms. Tao, however, was not only uneasy, but also a little nervous.

Her face was white, her teeth biting the soft flesh of the inner wall of her mouth, her fingers digging into the base of her thumb, and her rhinestone-studded nails left crescent-shaped marks on the back of her hands.

"Has Miss Tao met Shao Meng today?" she asked.

"I met him in the corridor this morning." Ms. Tao answered casually, and there was not much nervousness in her tone.

This was very strange.

It is normal to be nervous when encountering a case, and everyone is afraid of getting involved in a murder lawsuit. But Ms. Tao was not very uneasy about Shao Meng's death, so why?

Jian Jing looked at her for a moment, then asked Zhang Hongchun: "Where is Miss Zhang?"

Zhang Hongchun was relatively calm: "I met her at breakfast and chatted with her for a while."

"What did you chat about?"

"He kept sneezing and looked uncomfortable, so I asked him a few more questions. He said he might have a cold and asked the boss lady for ginger tea." Zhang Hongchun answered in great detail.

The boss lady nodded: "I made ginger tea for him. He drank it and said he felt much better. By the way, she drank it too." "

She" refers to Zhang Hongchun.

Zhang Hongchun nodded: "My period is about to come, so I drank some too."

Jian Jing was thoughtful.

Shao Meng seemed to be scared to death. Is it possible that he had an illusion? Or, was he just frightened and actually died of poisoning?

If so, a forensic doctor would need to specialize in toxicology to detect it.

She thought, "Anyway, let's not wander around and wait until the police come to take over."

In the evening, the rain was getting heavier, and the dark clouds pressed against the sky, and the light was dim. The whole hotel seemed to be shrouded by an invisible shadow, and the air pressure was frighteningly low.

Shao Meng died strangely, and the scene was so strange that everyone was worried and had no appetite for dinner.

Jian Jing only drank a cup of coffee and sat at the crime scene in a daze.

Since her rebirth, she has experienced quite a few cases, big and small, but none of them was as inexplicable as today.

The first is the motive.

Among the people present today, Huang and Xu had no motive to kill. Shao Meng is the leading actor in "The Devil Doctor". If he dies, what will happen to the show?

Jiang and Xue were competing for the second male lead, and had no conflict with Shao Meng.

Not to mention Tao and Zhang.

The only one who can be considered of the same type is Xie Wei, but Xie Wei arrived earlier than them and is recuperating. Judging from Director Huang's previous performance, he should have no contact with the crew and has no intention of playing a devil.

No one has a motive to kill.

The second is the cause of death.

Without an autopsy, the specific cause of death is unknown, but if he was scared to death with his head stuck in the toilet, either someone deliberately pretended to be a ghost to scare people, or it was an illusion.

She tends to the latter.

There are many possibilities for hallucinations, such as taking drugs, eating the wrong food, and mental illness.

But she just checked the room, and there were no drugs in Shao Meng's luggage. Director Huang also said that because of the frequent scandals of artists in the recent period, he specifically asked Shao Meng to take a test before signing the contract, and found that he had no relevant history.

There is no way to talk about mental illness. The crew members are facing each other day and night, and it is definitely impossible to hide it.

It can only be food.

However, according to Zhang Hongchun and the boss's wife, breakfast is a unified Japanese breakfast, and Shao Meng eats the same thing as everyone else.

Jian Jing and Kang Mucheng also ate it this morning and there was no problem.

In addition, there was only ginger soup. The boss's wife said that she made it herself and only put old ginger and brown sugar. Zhang Hongchun drank it and it was fine.

Afterwards, Shao Meng talked to them about the plot, felt uncomfortable and went back to the room without eating lunch. The surveillance in the corridor showed that he had not come out since he entered the room, and no one had brought him anything.

No clue.

"Boom", another thunder.

The light on the ceiling jumped and went out.

The room was pitch black.

Jian Jing: "..." Is there really a ghost in this mission?

The atmosphere is wrong.

Huh, the cold wind blew, and the temperature in the room dropped suddenly. She was not wearing a coat, and tiny particles appeared on her skin under the sweater. She couldn't help shivering.

After a little hesitation, she stood up and prepared to ask the landlady about the problem with the circuit.

The corridor was dark, and there seemed to be a gloomy wind everywhere. The wind squeezed in from the gaps under the windows and doors, howling, as if someone was sobbing softly.

"Meow~~", the cat didn't know what was wrong, and it was out of character and kept shouting at the top of its voice.

Jian Jing used her cell phone as a light source and walked to the counter: "Boss lady?"

A little candlelight appeared in the darkness. The boss lady held a candle and said without her asking: "I checked the electrical box, there is no problem, it should be the cable."

It was estimated that it was caused by a landslide.

Jian Jing sighed: "Do you have any candles? Give me one."

The boss lady gave her an aromatherapy candle.

The aromatherapy candle does not have enough light, but after burning, the fragrance overflows, making people feel much happier. Jian Jing was holding the candle and was about to go back to her room. Suddenly, she saw a person standing at the end of the corridor, facing the backyard. The shadow under his feet was drawn by the lightning and became mottled and weird, as if he was haunted by a demon.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned around and walked over.

The other party heard the movement and turned to look at her: "Ms. Jian."

It was Xie Wei.

"Why are you here?" Jian Jing was full of suspicion and tried to test, "I'm not feeling well, I should have a good rest in the room."

"I have something on my mind, I'm here to take a break." Under the warm candlelight, Xie Wei's face showed the texture of a movie poster, blurred and full of charm, "Just now, Director Huang mentioned "The Devil Doctor" to me."

Jian Jing was stunned for a moment, and then she understood.

Shao Meng's death has caused many things to happen for no reason. The leading actor of "The Devil Doctor" is much more popular than the second male lead. If it is not decided early, I don't know how others will reach out when they get the news.

Director Huang already had sympathy for Xie Wei, so it was only natural for him to want to help him.

Even Jian Jing had no opinion about him. To be fair, Xie Wei had a stronger aura than Shao Meng, and was a naturally brilliant person.

"Really?" She said calmly, "What do you think?"

Xie Wei turned his head and hid his eyes in the darkness again: "Miss Jian may not know that I also got such an opportunity ten years ago."

Scriptwriter Xu mentioned this. Jian Jing asked: "The Mystery of the Song Dynasty?"

Xie Wei nodded slowly: "I was 21 years old that year. The teacher at school liked me very much and helped me to get in touch with this costume drama. The script was very good, the director was very good, but unfortunately I... failed to live up to everyone's expectations."

The right time, the right place, and the right people, everything was there. According to screenwriter Xu, the drama is popular, and so are the characters. Even the female supporting actresses in the unit case are all current stars, and Shao Meng has become famous all over the country.

But the male lead is the only one who is not popular.

Is this scientific?

However, this is the reality, absurd and ridiculous, it is not as logical as a fictional story.

Jian Jing didn't think much about it and asked him: "Do you hate Shao Meng?"

"Heh." Xie Wei laughed softly, and the cold raindrops hit his face, turning into fine and dense water droplets, one drop fell into the corner of his eye, like a teardrop.

"At that time, I hated myself more." He said so.