Next day, early morning
Yue Guanchao woke up with a yawn. Just as he was about to wash up, Song Siyuan ran into the yard where he lived in a hurry!
"What's the matter? Are you so angry?"
Song Siyuan picked up the newspaper, and the surprise in her eyes almost overflowed. What kind of strange news could make her so panicked.
Yue Guanchao noticed something was going on and quickly took the newspaper. The headline on the front page was clearly visible:
"A murder occurred at the Futang Theater Troupe, and an unknown woman died in a strange manner."
It's a long, eloquent paragraph, and the whole page has no serious words at all. It's all nonsense like ghosts and evil spirits.
The title of the newspaper he read was "Wild Customs Weekly". No wonder it was so unreliable. It turned out to be a gossip tabloid.
However, although the news reported is nonsense, the photos published are indeed first-hand information!
The deceased was clearly the middle-aged woman who acted mischievously on the stage last night.
Judging from the photos, the body of the deceased is intact, with no traces of being beaten, the clothes are only slightly torn, and only the facial features are distorted:
Her eyes were bloodshot, and there were two lines of dried blood and tears hanging on her lifeless pale face.
Even if this one died tragically, the state of his mouth is even weirder!
The corpse's mouth was cracked from the corner to the cheek, and the mouth was full of dried blood. From the front, it looked like a broken pomegranate with red fruits, and it was slightly tilted upward, as if it was teasing and ridiculing.
After just one glance, Yue Guanchao couldn't bear it anymore and quickly looked away.
"How could this happen? I remember she was still alive and kicking when she went out last night. How could she suddenly die tragically?"
Song Siyuan was puzzled, and Yue Guanchao couldn't understand the meaning behind the woman's death.
"Brother, don't you feel that this lady seems to be drunk? Otherwise, why would she bump into Sister Siyuan in such a wide corridor?"
Yue Erpao's words finally allowed Song Siyuan to smell the reason behind the woman's death:
"Could it be that he slept in an alley while drunk and was killed by some homeless man?"
"I don't know. I just know that the homeless man cut off the road to get money. Why did he kill her?"
There was no solution for the moment. Although Song Siyuan didn't know why she died, she could clearly feel something was wrong. It must not be simple for this woman to have an accident at this juncture.
She looked at Yue Guanchao, with a slight hint of nervousness in her eyes:
"We are going to Futang Theater, maybe we are here for the theater."
Seeing that the Yue brothers were confused, Song Siyuan decided to explain her guess first:
"This woman died in the alley behind the theater. In essence, it was not under the control of the theater. There must be someone who wanted to guide the theater. Therefore, the theater was mentioned repeatedly in the news to subtly attract readers' attention. It was clearly an attempt to throw dirty water."
"People from the Sheriff's Department should be here, and we might be able to visit the crime scene."
Yue Guanchao knew it was too late and rushed to Bada Street with Song Siyuan.
The alley behind the theater was filled with people watching the fun, and some unscrupulous reporters took pictures and obtained big news through deceitful means.
This is a commercial street, already bustling with traffic, but the patrols in black hats and black coats have set up a cordon, making it even more congested.
Song Siyuan got out of the car with the Yue brothers. After showing her press card, she was quickly taken into the alley by the inspector!
"Captain Zheng, the Fengtian Times is here!"
Yue Guanchao looked at Captain Zheng. He was probably the leader of the security team. He was the only one not wearing a uniform. He was wearing a dark leather jacket and cuffed work pants, with big black sunglasses covering his face.
The other security guards were busy using lime to surround the outline of the deceased, collecting evidence, and taking photos for storage. He was the only one standing at the entrance of the alley puffing away a cigarette.
Song Siyuan patted him on the shoulder:
"Captain Zheng, I caught you smoking while on duty. Have you forgotten the public security regulations just promulgated by the Chief Inspector?"
Zheng Ke turned around and half took off his sunglasses and glanced down:
"Go, go, you are a little girl, the rules are only used to deal with outsiders, but you are asking your own people to come!"
Song Siyuan blinked:
"Why do you have so many lies? When I meet my brother, I must read your book."
"Join me? It's stated in the charter that no one is allowed to enter the scene where the case is being handled. Since you want me to abide by the law, am I going to kick you out?"
Song Siyuan looked outside the cordon. Other reporters were indeed waiting outside. What he said was true.
"It's even, you let us watch the scene, and I won't pursue this matter."
Zheng Ke's eyes widened and he looked like he was watching a good show: "The scene, then you have come to the wrong place. This is at best the second scene?"
"Second scene?"
Song Siyuan became curious: "Is there still a first scene?"
"The enemy."
Zheng Ke took the newspaper with a look of disdain on his face:
"In order to steal the news, this small newspaper did not even care about the logic of the incident. It wrote messy and alarmist stories. In fact, people nearby reported the crime last night. They heard a scream and went to the alley to see it. They found it was a man. A dead middle-aged woman.”
"It was probably around that time that the tabloids heard the news, took a photo of the deceased, and immediately made up a bizarre story and published it."
"So? Captain Zheng, what do you think?"
Song Siyuan teased.
"You will understand after you come with me."
"where to?"
"The first crime scene."
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