Where am I? What happened? Why do you want me to solve the case?
No, no, no, Tang Yuran is dead?
Jian Jing stood there for three seconds, and Zuo Xin called her to go into the toilet together.
There are four floors in this building, and there is only one toilet on each floor. The first floor is for men, the second floor is for women, the third floor is for men, and the fourth floor is for women. They filmed on the fourth floor, and the women's toilet was at the end of the corridor.
There were two wash basins outside the toilet, separated by a door, and three squat toilets inside, unified compartments. The door locks of the first two were green, and only the innermost one was locked.
"Tang Yuran, are you in there?" Zuo Xin knocked on the door.
There was no sound from inside.
Jian Jing squatted down and saw a pair of snow-white legs.
"Go get a chair." She said to Zuo Xin, "There's someone inside."
"Going to the toilet?" Zuo Xin was full of questions.
Jian Jing said, "It seems like she was sitting on the ground. Maybe she fainted due to hypoglycemia."
Zuo Xin was startled and hurried to move the chair as she asked.
During this gap, Jian Jing quickly observed the crime scene.
The door between the toilet and the washbasin was open, and anyone could come in, but the door of the cubicle was locked from the inside, which was a murder in a closed room (assuming she was really dead).
Of course, the toilet door lock with a buckle, calling it a closed room... is a bit unfair to the closed room.
Well, this is not the point.
There is blood inside.
At this time, footsteps were heard at the door. President Hu carried a chair and came over. There was no one around, so he went straight into the women's toilet and put the chair in front of the partition and urged: "Jian Jing, take a look, do you want to call 120?"
Others also came to check the situation: "Is she okay?"
Jian Jing climbed onto the chair and looked inside.
After a few seconds, she turned around and motioned for them to go out: "You all retreat outside, and no one should move." Then she jumped off the chair, took out her student card from her pocket, stuffed it into the crack of the door, and lifted it up a little bit.
The door lock of the toilet cubicle was a half-moon bolt that was stuck, and it could be restored to its original position by prying it up.
Click.
The door opened.
Jian Jing already had some general knowledge of trace inspection, so she didn't use her hands and directly used her student card to push the door open.
The ground was covered with blood.
"Tang Yuran is dead." Jian Jing turned around and looked at several members, "Call the police?"
"Dead?" The others looked confused, and went forward to check.
Zuo Xin was the closest, and her legs went weak when she saw it clearly, and she staggered against the wall: "Oh my God, is this true?"
"No way?" President Hu was dumbfounded, "What, what happened, who did it?"
Photographer Wang pushed his glasses: "There are only a few of us in this building today, and no one from other clubs came."
Male protagonist Luo was very sensitive: "You mean, the murderer is among us?"
"This guess is too irresponsible." Zuo Xin shook her head. "
Stop arguing." Deng Daoju said, "Is she really dead? Is she still breathing?"
Jian Jing reached out to feel her breath, and she was already dead.
While paying attention to the expressions of others, she took out her cell phone and sent a text message to Ji Feng. The system asked her to solve the case. If an unkind policeman came and told her nothing, it would be troublesome. It would be better to find someone she knew.
[Officer Ji, one of my classmates died in the toilet. The address is the fourth floor of the old teaching building of X University. Please send someone as soon as possible. Thank you.]
Ji Feng replied quickly: [Suicide, murder?] Jian
Jing took a photo of the scene and went over.
Ji Feng said: [Protect the scene. I will be there in two hours.] Jian Jing
looked at the last time in disbelief: Two hours? The daylily is cold.
Fortunately, he immediately gave an explanation: [Police force is limited. We are searching for a serial killer. We can't spare anyone to go over for the time being. Please organize it for me, thank you very much.]
Jian Jing: "..." Ah, this damn crime rate!
Photographer Wang noticed her and asked sharply: "Jian Jing, who are you messaging?"
"A policeman I know, they will be here soon." Jian Jing didn't like Photographer Wang, but agreed with his previous judgment that the murderer was very likely among these people. Otherwise, with so many people, how could she possibly identify the real murderer?
Her mind raced, and she looked around at everyone: "No one of us can leave before the police come. However, considering that you all left alone before, and I have been in the classroom the whole time, I am the least suspicious. I hope everyone can listen to my arrangements."
"You were here alone just now." Photographer Wang retorted.
Jian Jing asked: "It only took Zuo Xin half a minute to move the stools. Do you think I can complete so much work in such a short time?"
"There is so much blood here, but Jian Jing's body is clean. It's impossible that she did it." Zuo Xin is worthy of being a writer of mystery dramas. She immediately said, "You reacted so strongly, are you feeling guilty? You were away the longest today."
Photographer Wang sneered: "Bullshit, I've been shooting footage downstairs. If you don't believe me, just watch for yourself."
"Stop arguing." Jian Jing made a gesture, her tone firm, "Everyone go back to the classroom first, and we'll sort out everyone's action time."
President Hu echoed: "Yes, let's go back and prove it to each other first."
Everyone returned to the classroom and began to check today's action route.
Jian Jing looked at her phone: "My takeaway was delivered at 21:58, and you guys finished filming when I brought it up, so the filming ended at about 22:00. And we found Tang Yuran's body at 23:20."
She opened the memo and took notes: "Check everyone's leaving time, I remember the first one was Deng?"
"I sorted out the props, which took me about 10 minutes, and then I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Before I left, Tang Yuran was still with you, right?" asked prop Deng.
Male protagonist Luo said, "Yes, about 5 minutes later."
"Then it was cameraman Wang who went downstairs to shoot footage." Zuo Xin testified, "He was gone for a long time."
"The camera has its own time, you don't have to tell me." Cameraman Wang looked through the footage impatiently for a moment and said, "I shot until 22:30 and went downstairs. At 40, I asked Lao Hu to come down, and it ended at 23:15."
Zuo Xin said, "Yes, when Lao Hu went downstairs, I received a call from my mother, 40 minutes."
President Hu said, "I came up at 23:05."
Male Lead Luo said, "Then I went to the restroom at that time."
"No, you went out before." Deng Daoju suddenly said, "Zuo Xin called at that time, there were only three of us, and you went to the restroom."
Male Lead Luo immediately said, "So you went out too."
"I went after you came back." Deng Daoju did not deny it.
Jian Jing listened and sorted out the facts, cursing in her heart: What's wrong with each of them? They all left alone? Everyone is a suspect.
After some sorting, the time of everyone's actions is as follows:
22:00 The shooting is over and the midnight snack begins.
22:10 Deng Daoju goes to the bathroom to wash his hands.
22:15 Tang Yuran goes to the bathroom to touch up her makeup
(during this time, Deng Daoju returns to the classroom).
22:30 Wang the cameraman goes downstairs to shoot footage
. 22:40 Wang the cameraman asks President Hu to go downstairs and Zuo Xin to go out to answer the phone
(during this time, Luo and Deng go to the bathroom one after another, and there is no overlap in time).
23:05 President Hu goes upstairs.
23:05 Luo the male protagonist goes to the bathroom.
23:15 Everyone returns to the classroom.
23:20 Tang Yuran is found
dead. Jian Jing left with a headache and asked tentatively: "During the past hour or so, when everyone went out alone, did you see anyone else? Wang, did you and Hu shoot together the whole time?"
Cameraman Wang said: "Of course not, Lao Hu wanted to find the scene, and I just shot everywhere."
There was no way to reason at all.
She changed her approach: "What is your relationship with Tang Yuran?"
Zuo Xin: "I'm not very familiar with her. We just meet during club activities."
President Hu: "She just joined the club this year. It seems that Deng introduced her?"
Deng Daoju: "Well, their dormitories were getting in touch with ours. She heard from me that there was a club and was very interested, so she was introduced. I don't have a personal relationship with her, I can only say that we are quite familiar with each other."
Jian Jing asked: "If it's a social relationship, does she have a boyfriend?"
Male Lead Luo: "She is my ex-girlfriend."
Others: "???!!"
Male Lead Luo smiled: "Why else would I come here to help you? She said they were short of an actor. Anyway, I am also studying drama, and I thought it would be nice to have more opportunities to practice, so I came."
Zuo Xin: "You are still willing to come after breaking up? Don't you feel embarrassed?"
"We hadn't broken up when we agreed. We just broke up a few days ago." Luo explained, "I wanted to find a chance to tell you that I didn't want to act anymore, but I didn't find the chance. Then I thought there weren't many scenes, so it was unnecessary, so I didn't mention it."
Jian Jing couldn't help but ask, "Why did you break up?"
"No reason, we broke up because we couldn't get along. You're not a policeman, why are you asking so much?" Luo was unwilling to answer directly.
Jian Jing glanced at him. She found that after the roles were reversed, many things could not be hidden - Luo's counter-question was very similar to her appearance when she was asked by Ji Feng. Not only did she avoid it, but she also fought back, and it was obvious that she was resistant.
It makes people care.
She wrote it down and asked Photographer Wang: "What
about you?" "It doesn't matter." Photographer Wang said sarcastically, "You really think you are a policeman."
Zuo Xinmin said sharply: "Your attitude is problematic."
"Normal people have this attitude. You are inexplicably treated as a suspect. Are you cooperating so well to make people think you are not a suspect?" Photographer Wang retorted.
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Jian Jing interrupted them in time: "If you don't want to say it, I won't force you. Anyway, you have to say it when the police come."
After all, she has experienced two missions. At this time, she has calmed down and began to think about how to solve the case: "The rain outside is getting heavier. If there are footprints or something, they may disappear soon. Therefore, before the police come, we have to check if there are any suspicious traces around us in advance-the murderer may not be among us, and he may have escaped in advance."
"Now," Jian Jing scanned everyone's face and called out their names, "Luo and Deng, go look around to see if there are any suspicious places, especially pay attention to footprints, take pictures if you see any. But you can't act alone, you must always be together."
Then he pointed to President Hu, Photographer Wang and Zuo Xin and said, "Please slow down the footage you three have shot, maybe there will be unexpected clues."
Photographer Wang was still dissatisfied: "Why should I listen to your arrangements?"
Prop Deng didn't seem very happy either: "You are not going to rummage while we are away, are you?"
"How could that be?" Jian Jing smiled slightly, "I just think that Tang Yuran was a member of our reasoning club, and she was killed for no reason. It is reasonable that we should do something for her. Don't you think so?"
She used this method of persuading people to do things beautifully. Everyone present had their own thoughts, but they were just college students after all, and no one would be so cruel as to say that they were unwilling to help with such a small matter.
After all, Tang Yuran was still joking and working with them more than an hour ago.
Everyone acquiesced to her arrangement.
Jian Jing then had time to return to the crime scene. Before, her first thought when she saw the compartment was not "Tang Yuran died tragically", but "there is something wrong here".
Now, she is going to find out the problem that is of great concern.