The staff filming on the side looked at Eugene, and the plot development was different from what was agreed...

The filming had to be paused in the middle, and Eugene tried hard to persuade Musu to be more rational, at least not to make up. Then he ran to appease Fast and the others.

Fast said he didn't care. He had seen a heavier person in his youth. He also expressed his appreciation for Mu Su's move to kill the master with a random punch. This was the first time he had seen this move.

For example, he has experienced many fights, and there are also people who don’t play according to routines. But it’s unheard of like this that rushes up while taking off his pants.

People here are so tolerant, except for being petty and petty.

Mu Su sat proudly at the bar, typing the bell while showing off his plan to Shiqi.

If Fast is the murderer, his throwing yellow mud can only make Fast not shit or shit, and he must be under pressure to admit that he is the murderer. If Fast is not, he will successfully exclude a suspect.

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Unfortunately, this method cannot be reused.

This is Mu Su's method. He went for a win-win situation from the beginning.

You can't describe him as clever and stupid. Because the two words are inaccurate to some extent.

Shiqi asked him what was going on next, and Mu Su just smiled mysteriously.

Someone is going to suffer.

The previous content is naturally not useful, and the scene is back to the end of Shiqi's inquiry, and it is Mu Su's turn to have a scene.

As he shouted that the shooting began, Mu Su stood up, walked in front of Eugene in his heart, picked up his pipe and squinted his eyes.

He won't have to continue...

The more Eugene thinks, the more likely it is.

This period was particularly long. A few seconds later, Mu Su looked away and said, "He is not the murderer."

Then you have to say it.

Everyone complained at the same time.

They know, but the audience doesn't know. The previous paragraph will inevitably be deleted. So when the editing is finished playing, the audience will only see Mu Su get up and stare at Fast for a few seconds, and then underestimate the words. It is full of mystery.

Mu Su, a scheming little bitch, smashed him.

Eugene had to cooperate and said, "How did you see it?"

"Intuition." Mu Su's acting skills exploded, and he picked up his pipe and pushed the hat that was blocked to his forehead: "Repeated dealing with supernatural events also gave me some supernatural physique. He was particularly keen in judgment on certain matters. Intuition told me,

Fast is not the murderer.”

Believe in your evil!

Eugene felt very uncomfortable, and had to express a shock and a sudden expression of "Is this true?"

Lancelot snorted and mocked: "People often say that if you lose one sense, your other senses will become stronger. It seems that the same is true for detective Patriarch."

"So people who don't have a sense of humor usually have a sense of self-superiority." Mu Su squirted back without any dirty words, then patted his palms, looked around and pointed at the door, and said loudly without hesitation: "Okay, please suspect me now.

When people go back to their respective rooms, I will try to psychic Wesley and ask him what happened."

This is another trick!

Eugene on the sofa stood up in a puzzled look and quickly took a few steps back. Fast and Lancelot, who had seen the first episode, knew what was going on, suddenly revealed.

Isn't it a detective suspense script? What is the trick of psychics?

The rest of the people were confused, but seeing that Eugene didn't say anything, they left one after another as he said.

After a while, only Musu and Eugene were left in the lounge.

A few hazy beams of light approached Mu Su's feet from outside the window. Mu Su flicked the brim of the hat and opened his thin lips slightly.

“It’s time to start.”

...

There was a knock on the door outside the bedroom.

Lancelot, who had just sat down, glanced at his wife Jin Baili, stood up and opened the door.

The figure outside the door took off his hat and held it in his hand, and asked him, "Can we come in?"

His eyes glanced at Mu Su and the others behind him, and Lancelot moved aside: "Please come in."

Mu Su and his friends entered the room, and Sun Meili closed the door at the end.

Mu Su seemed not interested in the decorations in the room and possible clues. He walked straight to the window, took a deep breath by the manor and the police aircraft flashing outside the door in the distance.

"Why do you do this?"

"What?" Lancelot was slightly stunned.

Mu Su turned around, and through the light pouring down from the thick clouds, she enveloped Mu Su's figure in front of the window, and everyone couldn't see his face clearly.

"The position of the head of the family will belong to you sooner or later, so why should you be anxious for a while?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about. You don't really think that psychics are useful, do you?" Lancelot frowned and turned to Eugene: "Do you police let him talk nonsense?"

Before Eugene could speak, Mu Su walked out of the hazy sentence, saying word by word: "Listen, Wesley is crying. Crying is killed by his own son."

Lancelot's voice became colder: "If you do this again, I can only complain to the police department about Officer Eugene's mischief."

Seeing that Lancelot's expectations had not been relaxed, Mu Su sighed lightly: "Okay, I hope you are right."

Lancelot's reply was to open the door and see the guests off.

Several people went out without success. When Mu Su finally walked to the door, he suddenly paused and turned his head slightly.

"Do you still remember the generous and warm back of my father when I was a child? He may not be generous as time goes by, but at least he is still very warm. But just yesterday..."

Mu Su didn't say anything later and walked away.

...

There was a knock on the door outside the bedroom.

Monroe, who had just sat down, got up and opened the door.

The figure outside the door took off his hat and held it in his hand, and asked him, "Can we come in?"

Next, Mu Su used the same tricks of Audrey and other maids one by one. Eugene and others, who saw his methods, followed silently without saying a word.

After asking all of them, they didn't get useful clues. They either had a tight tone or they really didn't know.

"Will this section be pinched off?"

On the way back to the lounge, Mu Suwen kept Eugene at the back of her neck.

"No." Eugene confessed. In fact, he wanted to pinch it off. But after pinching it off, not only did the time shorter, but the audience could only see Mu Su coming in and doing nothing inference, and acting cute.

If you are sick, you will find the murderer, and you will not have any sense of plot suspense.

What's more, Mu Su is just using means to deceive the suspect, instead of being crazy about digging the cigarette and asking who the murderer was secretly.

As soon as I returned to the lounge, the maid rushed over and there was an emergency.

A guest came to visit the Adams family.

The shooting was temporarily interrupted, and the production team took back the Dragonfly aircraft and some arrangements. Soon, the head of the Wesley family, who should have died, appeared in the lounge.

Shiqi grabbed him and wanted to rush up and questioned Mu Su who killed you.

Wesley was very pleased and did not treat them as an outsider to invite Mu Su and others to meet the guests together.

Eugene and Shiqi were not interested, and Mu Su followed him to join in the fun.

There were only two people left in the lounge.

In the quiet, Shiqi suddenly spoke: "Are you not afraid of the Adams family withdrawing their investments when doing this? I think you know Mu Su's character."

Eugene put on that warm smile.
Chapter completed!