Officer Wang thought he had picked up a bargain, but now he found out that he was not, so he didn't want others to know that Zhang Yi's death had anything to do with his twitching right eyelid.
In order to ensure safety, the performance was interrupted and the audience was forced to clear the venue.
Although Officer Wang and Gu Chen both tried their best to make the performance go smoothly.
But now it seems that if I had known this, it would be better to take Zhang Yi away first, which might help her save her life.
Luck, sometimes it doesn't matter how many times you step on it.
After receiving the notice from Comrade Lao Wang, Lu Weiwei rushed to the scene of the crime with several senior comrades from the third group.
"Old Wang, we are here." As soon as Lu Weiwei arrived at the scene, she hurriedly walked to Gu Chen's side.
Several other old comrades skillfully pulled out the cordon to protect the scene.
"What's going on?" Lu Weiwei looked at Zhang Yi who was flattened and asked, covering her mouth.
At this moment, Zhang Yi's gorgeous white gauze skirt had been stained red by blood, and the picture was even a little distorted.
"During the performance, he fell from a height and has been confirmed dead." Officer Wang shook his head regretfully.
"Then did you find anything? Was it an accident or something?" Lu Weiwei asked again.
Comrade Lao Wang shook his head: "I have been helping to evacuate the crowd just now. Before I had time to investigate, Gu Chen went to find out the situation. You can ask him."
Lu Weiwei looked at Gu Chen again: "Junior brother Gu, what did you find out?"
Gu Chen rushed up immediately and went to the top of the stage to investigate the cause of the fall. He also looked distressed now.
"According to my preliminary investigation on the scene, the deceased's name is Zhang Yi. The two sections of her scarf are wet, and there are some white crystals on them. As for the body of the deceased." After a pause, Gu Chen added: "It's not convenient for me to check, so please
Senior Sister Lu..."
"I understand." Lu Weiwei knew that when Gu Chen needed her, she readily agreed: "I will check now."
Lu Weiwei put on white gloves, and after taking pictures of the scene of the deceased, she began to conduct a personal search of Zhang Yi's body.
Five minutes later, she found a small note from inside the belt of the deceased Zhang Yi: "There is a new discovery here."
Officer Wang and Gu Chen immediately stepped forward.
"What's written on it?" Gu Chen asked.
Lu Weiwei opened it carefully and read word by word: "Those who blaspheme... deserve to die?"
"What do you mean?" Officer Wang didn't know why and guessed: "Is this a curse?"
"Maybe." Gu Chen was unsure: "A person who can fabricate such a curse can also kill Zhang Yi, unless it is an acquaintance who commits the crime."
Officer Wang frowned and quickly asked the group of people below the stage: "Who is the leader?"
A chubby middle-aged man raised his hand and said: "Comrade police, I am the stage director here."
"Please cooperate with the work. No staff member is allowed to leave without permission."
"I'm sorry, comrade policeman." The stage director pointed to Gu Chen: "Which comrade just now, he has already explained."
Officer Wang looked at Gu Chen.
Gu Chen nodded: "Yes, I have already told you right away that no staff or performers other than the audience are allowed to leave the venue without permission."
Gu Chen, who has more than 50 case handling experience, is inexplicably very familiar with these processes.
Therefore, while Officer Wang helped evacuate the audience, he had done everything he should do and implemented what he should explain.
"Good job." Officer Wang didn't know what to say. He could only say that Gu Chen used it too smoothly and he was too relaxed.
"By the way, Gu Chen, you just went to investigate the top of the stage. Do you know what happened that caused the deceased to fall from a high altitude?"
Lu Weiwei felt that asking Gu Chen about the situation at the scene would be more reliable than asking Officer Wang.
At least Gu Chen considers everything carefully and does things carefully, even more carefully than the lesbians.
Gu Chen was thinking a little deeply and his expression was slightly stern.
In his opinion, the situation above the stage and some characteristics of Zhang Yi, and based on the knowledge he learned from the forensic manuscripts, he quickly formed a reasonable picture in his mind.
"I think Zhang Yi should have been killed a long time ago. Someone placed her body on the light stand above the stage, and used dry ice to fix the scarf around the body's neck on the light stand."
"You are right." Officer Wang squatted on the ground, pointed at Zhang Yi's scarf and said: "The ends of the scarf are wet, and there are white crystal residues. This is obviously dry ice."
Following Gu Chen's guidance, Officer Wang suddenly felt that he had suddenly become a little smarter.
"I understand." Lu Weiwei also suddenly realized: "After the performance started, the heat of the stage lights melted the dry ice, and Zhang Yi's body fell from the light stand. Is that so?"
"If there are no other possibilities, this inference is the most reasonable at present." Gu Chen also agreed with Lu Weiwei's remarks.
Dry ice, to put it simply, is solid carbon dioxide.
It is obtained by condensing carbon dioxide into a colorless liquid under kilopascal pressure, and then solidifying rapidly under low pressure.
The history of dry ice can be traced back to 1823, when Faraday and Peter in England liquefied carbon dioxide for the first time.
Later, in 1834, Chirolet of Germany successfully produced solid carbon dioxide, but at that time it was only for research use and was not widely used.
But dry ice easily evaporates and sublimates into a non-toxic, odorless gaseous carbon dioxide that is 1,000 times larger than a solid.
Therefore, Gu Chen determined that the substance that fixed Zhang Yi was dry ice.
The performance was very short and there were not many participants.
The alibi can be used for elimination, and it seems that other actors did not have time to commit the crime at all.
Therefore, Gu Chen quickly targeted these staff members.
"Excuse me, what's your name?" Gu Chen asked the stage director.
"My surname is Liu."
"Director Liu, what is the composition of your work team?"
"Is that all there is?"
"That's right."
"In addition to me, there are three part-time logistics staff. One of them is Zhang Feng. He is the accountant of the theater director. He is in a relationship with Zhang Yi, and I know that he is pursuing Zhang Yi."
"Wait a minute." When Gu Chen heard this, he quickly started writing in the notebook in his hand, circled Zhang Feng's name with a pen, connected it with the deceased Zhang Yi with a line, and marked the relationship as a couple.
"What else?" Gu Chen stopped writing and asked again.
"The other one is Uncle Zhang, the conductor."
"Oh, he can rule it out."
Gu Chen quickly crossed out what he had written about Uncle Zhang from the transcript: "When we came here, he had been selling tickets and had no time to commit the crime."
Gu Chen was afraid that everyone was not clear about it, so he quickly explained.
"There is another person named Liao Kaiwen, who is the props manager. He is the one in red who helped the police officer evacuate the crowd just now."
Director Liu raised his chin and gestured in Liao Kaiwen's direction.
Gu Chen still recorded it, but just when Gu Chen was about to ask again, the side door of the stage suddenly opened with a bang, and a tall figure broke in.
