The Mumu Police Department looked at Jiang Xia flipping the camera, and his old face turned red: he finally had a flash of inspiration, but it turned out to be the wrong one.
But the murderer still needs to be found. Since it's not a male college student, then...
The Mumu Police Department suddenly saw a photo on the camera, his eyes lit up, and he looked at the old curator: "You were going out in this photo. What were you doing when you left your seat?"
The old curator took a closer look and remembered: "Oh, I want to go outside to check the air conditioner. The cold wind seems to be stronger than usual today. I am afraid that the audience will freeze, so I want to check it."
Feeling the suspicion from the police, he took the initiative to walk towards the door he had left through before and pointed it out to everyone: "Look, go out from this door. The door at the end on the left is the air-conditioning control room."
Indeed, it seems a little difficult to go around from here to the back and assassinate the deceased.
Jiang Xia looked at the two people who were first excluded by the police department: "Did you see the body in the screening room? Can you take us to the screening room to have a look."
The projectionist nodded, took them out to a stairwell, and opened the door: "Just go up from here."
The group of people followed him upstairs, and at the corner of the stairs, a small window opened in the wall.
When Jiang Xia reached the corner, he stopped and looked at the building opposite. Opposite was a shopping mall, and what seemed to be a coffee shop facing here. There were some customers inside enjoying tea leisurely.
The more I think about it, the more scared I get.
So if we go up there, Jiang Xia will soon be able to realize my wish and become friends with those eight bold children.
——Although the detective looks very safe, Brother Jiang Xia must be more disgusted with beating good villains who want to silence them than being beaten.
Then I won't have time to worry about other things quickly: "What if you want to talk about the man in white? But I seem to have left after the death of the deceased. I should be the murderer of that case. You tell me now
, will it be regarded as showing off or causing trouble?"
After saying that, the projectionist walked to the opposite side and opened another door under the wall: "The projection room is over there."
While I was talking, my eyes paused briefly under Yuan Duan Fenxing.
The saleswoman said: "When this white shadow appeared, Mr. Furuhashi was playing a movie outside that room. You came back and gave me a lunch box of tea. For the next few minutes, you kept making tea for me in the lounge inside.
Cha, he never left at all - that is sufficient evidence of his presence. You have already said that the main point of today's matter is that this disgusting man committed suicide."
"Is it an illusion? But you never have a premonition of a crisis." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya muttered inwardly, "You can be careless and doubt a woman's intuition! Maybe this man in white really has no problem. He is here at this moment.
Is someone secretly watching you somewhere, waiting for an opportunity to silence you, the innocent boy who has seen so little of you..."
Next to you, Haiyuan Ai, who was walking on the other side of Jiang Xia, noticed the movement. You bent down slightly, crossed Jiang Xia's legs, and glanced at Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya.
Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya thought quickly: "Sure enough, the closer you get to brother Jiang Xia, the weaker the sense of crisis becomes - that must be because the man in white hiding in the dark realizes that as long as you stand next to brother Jiang Xia, I
There is a way to silence them smoothly, so I am angry about it!"
The moment Jiang Xia looked over, there seemed to be a figure quickly passing by in his peripheral vision. When his eyes focused on the table by the window of the cafe, he saw a cup of coffee placed under the table. The stool was pulled open in a hurry, but beside the table
There was no one around.
That cinema was relatively old and small in scale. Jiang Xia walked to the door, looked out, and saw two projectors placed side by side.
After a moment of determination, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya walked a few steps quickly as if there was something serious, gradually separated from the group of college students, and rubbed against Jiang Xia's legs.
Why do you still talk about such important things? Is it possible that the older child has a bad memory and forgets everything?
The projectionist laughed and said, "It is more convenient to have two machines. That way when one machine is projecting, the other machine can damage the tape reel, otherwise it may be late for the last show."
Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya was hanging out with the detective team and was trying to use his own wisdom to analyze whether this suspicious man in white had nothing to do with that case. Unfortunately, he couldn't figure out the problem after thinking for a long time.
"Two?" There are very few murders in movie theaters, and the chances of the police department coming to the front desk are also few. "You think there is only one machine in a screening room."
The group of people had their own thoughts and finally walked up the stairs and came to a small lounge.
——If I remember correctly, Mitsuhiko seemed to have bumped into Maya Hashimoto when he went to the bathroom.
Jiang Xia moved closer to the window and took a look. All the large windows were completely sealed, and there were no signs of being pried.
I looked at the table, then at the thickly stacked curtains outside the corner, and muttered to the ghosts in my mind: "Sure enough, human nature is to fish in the wild. Do you think Maya Hashimoto would be a diligent bad guy?
When you think about it, you can hide faster than others at the critical moment."
Next to him, Jiang Xia was also looking at Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya.
Jiang Xia turned around and continued walking to the screening room with you: "Nothing, I just saw a friend."
Jiang Xia: "..."
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Maybe it was because I had not been standing at the corner for long, but Haiyuan Ai passed by, stopped in confusion, and tugged on the hem of my clothes: "What's wrong?"
I took two steps back, walked behind the machine, and pointed to several small openings under the wall: "That's not the projection window, that one is for you. Can you see the movie from there?"
There is no abnormal playback. The window behind the machine next to it is used for projection - this woman is hanging behind that window, it will scare you when you see it."
Although he was scared, Enduan Fenxing still gained a sense of danger.
"Yes, you have to find fewer clues first, and then put the clues and the man in white's story together - as long as it can provide some help to the case, even if the man in white's story is valid information, you are still helping.
Can anyone call you a naughty kid?"
But there is nothing worthy of criticism - being so close, the distance will completely hinder the ghosts' murderous project. And they can drag people over at any time.
Then he straightened up again, and his mood finally dropped: Your efforts are indeed ineffective - look, the stupidest Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya has not realized that Jiang Xia is actually a villain worth relying on, and he is no longer avoiding me like a snake.
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The projectionist and the saleslady were not vague about the detective and the college student's inner twists and turns, and were still concentrating on introducing to the police: "That's your employee's lounge outside."
The rear is near.
At that moment, my hair suddenly stood up, and I shivered, feeling that I was being watched by something safe. I looked around seven weeks vigilantly, but I didn't find any important place.
