"This program is exclusively sponsored and broadcast by the Miki instant camera, 'The truth cannot be missed, and the wonderful things can be captured instantly'!"
The narrator reads out the advertisement in a clear and smooth voice, "Your hair will have long-lasting fragrance and you will have high morale when handling cases! Thank you Chunhua Shampoo for your strong support of this program!"
The ladies in the private room were dumbfounded and laughed dumbly.
No, there are even sponsors!
Too real!
"Chenhua Shampoo hahahaha, isn't this the sponsor of "Yu Xi"?" You Qingqing laughed out loud.
"You've started to bring goods, right? I'll buy it. Why don't I just buy it--"
"There are a total of six players in this show..."
The narrator's voice continues, "The real murderer is hidden among the five suspects. Only the real murderer can lie..."
"Hey, is it true that there are Miki Polaroids? I kind of want to buy them." Yan Liyue leaned over and chatted with her colleague's sister.
Collecting the same style is one of the hobbies of a star-chasing girl. Even the classic sweater of Brother Qin in "Empty Monument" she even bought one of the same style but in different colors.
"The name seems familiar. I must have seen him somewhere."
My colleague's sister listened to the narration talking about "detective remuneration" and "black card" with her left ear, and listened to Yan Liyue's words with her right ear. She couldn't help but react a little slower, "...Oh, there's it downstairs. It's in the game arcade at Director Qu's house. Isn’t there a small sub-sale point inside?”
"oh!"
Yan Liyue also remembered, "Okay, I can get the same style when it's over soon~"
While the two were muttering, the rules of the game had been read out. It seemed to be adapted from voting-based games such as Werewolf and Close Your Eyes When It's Dark. As long as you vote correctly, you can get an anonymous black card with the credit stored in it. The amount of points is very attractive and is a common bonus incentive in variety shows.
Immediately afterwards, several lines of large characters appeared:
"Wow, it really is Qu Nan's style." Qingqing, who had a good impression of all the members of Group B, smiled, "It's very thoughtful."
Before she finished speaking, the screen lit up again, and a scientific research building appeared in front of the audience. Immediately afterwards, the face of an unknown middle-aged man flashed by frequently. Sometimes he stood in a suit and leather shoes in front of the flash to be photographed, and sometimes Wearing a scientific white coat, he gave a speech in the auditorium.
Certificates of honor, newspaper headlines, forum posts... the name of "Professor Xiao from YX University" is dazzling and full of gold. Anyone who meets him must affirm that he has made outstanding achievements in scientific research.
The sound of "ta-da" typing came.
Messy shots with no face visible flashed repeatedly, including a woman's scream, the crisp sound of fragile objects falling to the ground, and an indescribable mechanical explosion. Finally, the scene was frozen, with this man lying on the ground next to his desk. The whole body was in a mess.
Boom!
Heavy sound effects hit, and after a transparent transition, the man's figure was gradually replaced by a simulation doll with the same clothes and the same hairstyle.
A string of fluorescent blue artistic words with a sense of technology are written out with sparks:
"The Death of a Research Professor."
…
Zhan Xuesong walked slowly, wearing a half-casual and half-formal suit. It didn't look out of place when matched with the notepad and notebook in his hand. He walked with a sense of righteousness, and he looked like a serious person at first glance.
"Hello."
Zhan Xuesong walked to the window of the security room and raised his hand politely, but received no response.
He looked down at the somewhat absent-minded security guard, stretched out his hand and knocked on the table, "Hello, comrade!"
"Huh? Oh!"
Luo Han, who was dressed as a security guard, woke up from a dream and quickly held up the security hat on his head, "Hello, sir."
With a "swish" sound, the screen switched to a personal introduction. A photo of Luo Han's upper body without a hat appeared in the center left of the screen, wearing a security hat, a white shirt, and a simple tie.
The narrator's voice then sounded.
"Excuse me, is this the office floor of Professor Xiao? I am the reporter who has made an appointment to interview him this afternoon. My surname is Zhan. I have already made an appointment."
Zhan Xuesong said with a straight face.
Luo Han's expression immediately changed:
"It turns out to be Reporter Zhan. Well...it might be inconvenient for you to find Professor Xiao."
"Oh?" Zhan Xuesong said in a tone of voice, "Why is this inconvenient?"
Luo Han shrank his neck and whispered: "He is dead."
"What did I think it was? It turned out to be death...what, death?!"
Zhan Xuesong turned his head suddenly as if having a convulsion, "Farewell! Farewell!"
Luo Han burst out laughing and quickly grabbed him: "No, no, no, wait, wait."
"What's going on!"
Zhan Xuesong, who suddenly became a comedian, pulled his arm and tried to break away, "Oh, this has nothing to do with me as a young reporter. We are destined to..."
Luo Han pulled him and smiled: "Wait a moment, listen to me."
The two stopped laughing, and Luo Han explained: "Mr. Reporter, it's like this. Just now, I found out that Professor Xiao died. It was so sudden and the scene was very chaotic. Then I called the police. Now it's Waiting for the police to deal with it.”
"I see."
Zhan Xuesong nodded seriously, "I also have something to tell you."
"What's up?"
"That's right! I came here today to do an interview on behalf of a journalist friend who was unable to come due to something else. And I! I'm actually a detective!"
Zhan Xuesong's words are righteous and strict.
"puff……"
Luo Han smiled weakly and patted him, "It's over, it's okay, it's okay."
Zhan Xuesong laughed twice, then immediately calmed down his expression and said seriously: "Well, before the police arrive, I think that as a detective, I can lead everyone to conduct a thorough investigation. Luo Security Guard, please tell me about the suspect who came to the scene this afternoon. Call them all! I want to verify them one by one!"
"OK!"
Luo Han nodded vigorously and trotted away.
"Ah! troubled times!"
Zhan Xuesong had only been adding scenes for himself for two seconds when a brisk and unrestrained BGM came. The camera turned and Lan Jiaqing, who was holding hands with Ming Qian, was jumping up and down. The two of them walked towards this side together.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Why did you ask my boyfriend to come over?"
Lan Jiaqing's voice was high-pitched and sweet.
She wore her braids crookedly, wearing a simple and sweet T-shirt and skirt, with the hem of the dress tucked into the skirt, and a pair of high-top canvas shoes.
"Your boyfriend?"
Zhan Xuesong asked, looking towards Ming Qian.
"Well, Security Guard Luo suddenly came to call for someone. My girlfriend and I were on a date, so we came together."
Mingqian shrugged.
He was dressed in a trendy and avant-garde style, wearing a punk-style leather jacket with some graffiti patterns printed on the inside of a black vest. He wore a cool fingerless leather glove on his right hand, which had a row of cool rivets like his belt.
