Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup  Editor: DesTheSloth
Ma Houde still felt that it was weird when this case was connected to the contents of a book thirty years ago, let alone that the author was dead.
So Officer Ma shook his head and said, âIt happened here, not overseas. Old Qin, how about giving up this so-called hypothesis and get me some other clues?â
âI found some footprints on the spot.â Old Qin probably also thought it was illogical, so he said, âExcluding the police and reporters, thereâs a set of strange footprints. According to its depth, it should be a relatively thin person, a short man or woman.â
âLeft by the murderer?â Ma Houde frowned.
Old Qin shook his head, âNot sure, it is also possible that the report is not the first one. Someone else came before him but did not report it⦠Butâ¦?â
âBut what?â
âGenerally speaking, the footprints will not be soâ¦â Old Qin put his head on one side and confusedly said, âSo calm, as if the person slowly walked away.â
âWell⦠Youâve said there are other wounds on the deceased? Whatâs going on? â
âThere are all animal wounds.â Old Qin frowned, âFrom cats and dogs⦠Itâs mixed.â
âSmall animals that eat humans?â Ma Houde was stunned⦠He felt this murder case become even more complicated.
Officer Ma obtained no important and useful information in the end. He scratched his head and left old Qinâs office. Then, he went back to his own office with a cigarette.
Recently, Officer Ma was very free and he was back to his old style again.
Why?
Of course it was because the young detective of the Provincial Bureau hadnât come here for a long time and no one knew what he was doing.
The only thing Ma Houde knew was that the murderer hadnât left the city yet.
âAh⦠So annoying!â Ma Houde still had no clue after he finished the smoke, he. Suddenly he murmured, âLetâs have a game of minesweeper first.â
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Hong Guan was cleaning his wifeâs clothes in the wardâ Jin Ziyaoâs due date was in two weeks.
Naturally, the old uncle of the garage would not let Hong Guan work at this time, he generously gave him a vacation and paid him as usual.
âHong Guan, someone is looking for you!â
Hong Guan stopped washing and went out of the bathroom upon hearing his wifeâs wordsâ a man was really here.
A delivery⦠old man? With an afro? How fashionable!
He looked at his wife, who was glancing at this old fashionable manâ She was probably also shocked.
âExcuse⦠excuse me, you are sending packages? â Hong Guan asked in surprise.
âCanât I send packages?â The old delivery man stared at him and pointed to the sign on his chest. âWater Meter Express, donât you know that?â
âNot reallyâ¦â Hong Guan shook his head and said, âBut I didnât buy anything.â
The old man seemed very impatient, he put down the thing and quickly left without saying anything after Hong Guan signed it.
âWhatâs this?â Jin Ziyao curiously asked.
Hong Guan shook his head, opening the packageâ It was a thin briefcase or something like that. It didnât seem like it could hold anything.
Hong Guan took out a small envelope after opening it. He suddenly looked at his wife and surprisingly said, âItâs a ticket from the TV stationâ¦â
It was an admission ticket for the program âSingerâ⦠Hong Guan frowned, he couldnât imagine who would give him this except Cheng Yiran.
But⦠Why?
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âSo many people.â
Luo Qiu looked at so many people who were waiting for admission. However, he didnât know how many of them were arranged early to shed tears in front of the camera, and how many were chosen by good luckâ¦
Of course, boss Luo was not such a bore to waste time buying such useless information.
This was the Singer studioâ but how did the club boss and Miss Maid come in?
It was better to ask if there was a place in this world where they could not go.
âAfter all, there are eight hundred public judges.â You Ye looked at the scene and very conscientiously reminded, âMaster, Miss Ren and Miss Lizi also came, they are over there.â
Luo Qiu took a glance of them, âJust reporters, ignore them⦠Letâs go inside. â
Boss Luo calmly walked through the staff at the scene with his maid and sat down at the aisle by the front row of the stage before entry time.
People may have known someone was sitting here, but no one knew who he was⦠After this, no one would have any impression on him anyway.
The boss suddenly reduced his presence and You Yeâs down to a minimum.
âStrictly speaking, I have never seen you use a cell phone.â Luo Qiu took out his phone and put it on silent mode.
Even though his presence had almost disappeared, he would still subconsciously act like ordinary peopleâ even if these acts seemed to be superfluous.
Luo Qiu also paid attention to his actions. His own explanation to this was that, presumably, he subconsciously believed he was still one part human.
But there seemed to be nothing wrong.
âYou Ye doesnât need it.â Miss Maid smiled, âI can hear Masterâs call at the first instance, so itâs unnecessary.â
Would she feel lonely?
Luo Qiu suddenly thought of this.
He remembered the picture of You Ye sitting alone in the club.
The lights were dimmed or even turned off, but she quietly and straightly sat there with her eyes closed and hands folded on her legs⦠just waiting for someone to come. Only then would she opened her eyes once again.
And the old pendulum clock by the wall swung one by one.
But the swinging sound was meaningless to her.
âDuring the earliest time, humans didnât need this.â Luo Qiu looked at his phone and said, âThey communicated face-to-face, or hand in hand, or they just sat together, but they were closer than ever.â
âBut distance needs it.â You Ye said, âThis is the progress of human beings.â
âBut distanceâ¦â Luo Qiu looked at the stage and lightly said, âWould not disappear even we have such a thing.â
While talking about this, Luo Qiu suddenly shook his head. He pointed to the middle of the stage, âThe program hasnât started yet, weâre here already. Let me take a picture for you.â
The boss turned over his hand, and the old Hasselblad 500C suddenly appeared on his palm.
Luo Qiu took You Yeâs hand and came to the stage center, smiling, âFor the time being, you belong to this place, OK?â
The lights of the stage suddenly lit up.
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âWell, how odd, who turned on the stage lights?â
When Zhong Luochen walked through the corridor, he heard this voice of a staff who was rushing throughâ Actually he didnât care about it.
Accompanied by Cheng Yun, he walked into a more special viewing roomâ Among the public seats in the studio, there were first-class seats reserved for the judgesâ and naturally there were VIP seats placed in a superior position.
Cheng Yun didnât expect this second young master would attend such an occasion⦠Knowing Zhong Luochenâs request, he arranged for it in a hurry. As for the reason, he wouldnât ask if the master didnât say.
This was the manner of an excellent attendant.
Strictly speaking, the director of this TV station was also a man of his family, so it was easy for him to arrange for such a place.
âSecond Young Master, please wait here. Iâll get you something to drink and take a look to see if Cheng Yiran is ready. Then Iâll go to the door to wait for Miss Zhang and bring her here.â
âGo ahead.â Zhong Luochen nodded.
He sat down, not pulling the front curtain open, but quietly closing his eyesâ Naturally, he was not interested in the competition.
He just wanted to see how far Cheng Yiran would go⦠this evening, would he let eight hundred people feel intoxicate like that day in K&C?
âIf there is such a⦠âmagic powerâ.â Zhong Luochen laughed and muttered, âItâs really worthy to be invested in.â
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Outside the TV station, Hong Guan held the ticket with hesitant look⦠He didnât know whether he should go inside.
He still had Cheng Yiranâs phone number.
However, he hadnât called him in a long time.