Han Beiya's hair had not yet been dried, so she said to Tan Wan, "If you bear with me, I will go to the kitchen to find something to eat."
When he heard that there would be food soon, Han Beiya hugged him excitedly: "I love you so much, Wanwan~"
Because something like this happened in the mansion and the murderer had not yet been arrested, most people did not dare to go out.
The corridor was silent, and the sound of footsteps echoed very clearly in the corridor.
The kitchen is in the basement, and you have to pass through Shen Chengfeng's studio to get to it.
The door where Shen Chengfeng's sculptures are placed is open to the outside, and it is dark inside.
Tan Wan stopped and stood at the door and looked inside for a while. He saw the lifelike human sculptures in the house, standing in different postures, and pairs of eyes looking at him in the darkness.
Suddenly, the sound of an upright clock chiming on time came from behind, and the sound of 'dUang' startled people.
In the past two days, some people have been playing tricks, and I have been made suspicious.
Tan Wan took a deep breath, smiled self-deprecatingly, and walked towards the kitchen.
The kitchen door was also open, but there was no one inside.
I only saw a fire on the stove not far away, with porridge cooking on it.
The fire was not high, but the porridge was left unattended. The porridge liquid kept boiling and came out from the edge of the pot lid.
Where have the porridge cooks gone...
Tan Wan thought about turning off the fire and walked towards the stove. Just as she was approaching the stove, she saw a person lying on the ground behind the kitchen table, his legs exposed within the visible range, but the owner of the legs was silent.
She hurried forward to check, and it wasn't until she reached the kitchen table that she realized that the person lying on the ground in front of her was Luo Xin, Gubayan's assistant.
Luo Xin was hit on the back of the head with a rolling pin. Her glasses flew out due to the force of the blow and fell to the ground not far away. Luo Xin fell on the kitchen tiles covered in blood and died.
Han Beiya waited in the room and didn't even come back from the evening conversation. She didn't see anyone until she dried her hair, so she planned to open the door and go out to look for him.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xie Mowen hurriedly walking past him with a solemn face.
"Hey, what happened to Writer Xie?" Han Beiya looked confused and followed him.
Xie Mowen looked into Han Beiya's eyes and hesitated to speak. After wasting a long time, he stopped talking and said, "That's it. Come with me. You'll know when you get there."
Following Xie Mowen, he rushed to the kitchen. When Han Beiya saw it, Luo Xin's blood had already spilled onto several floor tiles.
"Oh my God!" Hibiya exclaimed slightly, standing at the door and subconsciously stepping back.
The door of the kitchen was crowded with people, and Shen Zhiren was among them.
He asked the policeman if he needed to call an ambulance. Li Dongliao waved his hand and said that was no longer necessary.
Luo Xin was dead, absolutely dead, and the murder weapon was obviously a rolling pin that fell to the side with blood on it.
The rolling pin is a common cooking tool in the kitchen. It is impossible to tell whether the murderer chose the tool randomly at random or was prepared to confuse the audience.
But no matter what, one thing is absolutely certain, the murderer is among them.
Several people who were still a little sleepy at first were no longer sleepy after Luo Xin's death. Han Beiya, who was still feeling hungry at first, had no appetite at all to eat at this moment. Everyone was sitting in the living room worriedly.
The big light in the living room was on, illuminating every corner of the room.
Everyone gathered together and looked at each other in amazement. No one dared to be alone anymore, and no one dared to sleep.
At this time, Shen Chengfeng came down from upstairs in his pajamas.
He had just fallen asleep in bed. He heard the noise downstairs and didn't know what was going on. When he came down and saw everyone sitting around the living room, he was still a little confused.
"Why are you all in the living room?" Shen Chengfeng stood on the stairs and noticed everyone's strange looks, "Why...why are you looking at me like this...?"
"Assistant Luo is dead," Tan Wan said.
"Assistant Luo is dead?" Shen Chengfeng thought he heard wrongly, so he walked a few steps and asked again, "Assistant Luo next to the ancient spiritual medium?"
At this moment, Shen Chengfeng was completely out of the situation, and his appearance of being out of tune with the others also seemed very suspicious.
Before he went downstairs, everyone was questioned again. This time it was Shen Chengfeng's turn.
Li Dongliao asked: "What were you doing in the room just now? Why did you come so late?"
Shen Chengfeng explained that he was too tired and fell asleep not long after returning to the room. No one came to call him. He only found out what happened when he woke up when he heard movement in the living room.
Luo Xin's death was sudden, without any unusual movement or prelude.
The corpse appeared suddenly and unnoticed in front of everyone.
During this period, no one heard any noise, and no one saw the suspected murderer enter the kitchen.
So the question is, how did the murderer predict that Luo Xin would appear in the kitchen, and how did he take action?
"The murderer used a rolling pin. Judging from the range of blood spurting in the kitchen, the murderer must have been spattered with blood." Tan Wan suggested, "Officer Li may be able to find the murderer as long as he checks the drains in the bathrooms in each room. .”
Li Dongliao nodded: "Yes, we will inspect your room. Please wait in the living room for a while."
During Li Dongliao's inspection, Tan Wan continued to think.
If we really want to talk about it, there is another most critical point that is also the most easily overlooked.
That was the time of Luo Xin's death.
When Tan Wan discovered the body, the blood from the head of the deceased was still spreading in all directions at a constant speed. Although the speed was very slow, at least it was known that the deceased had been attacked not long ago.
But Tanwan saw no one all the way here. Could it be that...she turned her head towards the room where the sculpture was placed. Could it be that the murderer was hiding behind the sculpture so that she didn't discover it?
While everyone went to the living room, Tanwan went alone to the studio where Shen Chengfeng placed the statue.
Her hands touched the wall inside the door for a while, and as the light switch was pressed, the room suddenly became bright.
There are sculptures of varying heights in the room, some with dry surfaces, and it can be seen that they are works completed a long time ago.
Some of them are still a little damp, and they must have been made recently.
There is a bucket of clay for sculpture and some leftover water at the door. There is also a tool knife used for sculpture inserted in the bucket.
The distance between the sculptures is very close, and even the aisles are filled with them. When someone passes by, they must walk sideways slowly, otherwise they will accidentally knock down the sculptures.
If the lights were not turned on, the murderer would definitely hit the sculpture if he hid covered in blood, and the blood on his body would more or less hit the snow-white sculpture.
It is completely impossible not to make some noise.
