Chapter 33:

"Yueying Animation Co., there is a sixth person." Bo Jinyan said.
Cherokee was driving on the way back to the police station, and Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao's expressions were equally dignified.
Jian Yao said: "There were four doubts at the scene.
First, the studio's layout style is very warm and tidy, beautiful, delicate, and strong personal style. It must have been done with dedication and since the studio was established. But we went to the residence of the five of them and learned about their personality characteristics, but none of them had such an aesthetic and habit.
Second, a person who arranges this studio so carefully will not let it mess up. "
Bo Jinyan interrupted: "Yes, just like you. If you change to you, even if the society is about to dissolve, you won't let the studio be completely messy."
Jian Yao smiled slightly: "Thank you Mr. Bo for the compliment. Yes, the studio is now left unattended, neat and tidy, and things are littered. The actual situation at the scene is inconsistent with the original decoration, which is completely different. Style. "
"The sixth person's style was covered up and deprived by them." Bo Jinyan said.
This keen word called Jian Yao's heartstrings trembled and continued: "Third, the photo wall was all thrown away. This is unreasonable. Even if the society is about to dissolve, the precious memories they once loved will not be willing to discard it. This is human nature. They are trying to hide something. "
"Fourth," Bo Jinyan said slowly, "the flowers that were shoved out in the door garden are not cheap and need to be carefully planted.‘ He ’used to plant them.

Jian Yao was quiet for a while and asked, "Will‘ he ’be a murderer?

"No conclusion can be reached now," said Bo Jinyan, "but 'he' is at least one of the suspects. Even if they cover up in the studio a lot, the traces of a person's existence cannot be so easily erased. I believe that Fang Qing and An Yan's peripheral investigation will soon verify the existence of this person. "
"But ..." Jian Yao said, "Why would they rather risk being treated as a suspect in murder, rather than telling the existence of this person?"
"Yeah," Bo Jinyan said with a smile, "Why? What else is more serious than suspected of killing?"
Jian Yao was shocked.
Bo Jinyan said: "I think as long as I find out this thing, I can know who the killer is."
There is still a long way to go before the police station, Jian Yao looked down at his watch, the two have not slept for more than 30 hours.
"Tired?" She asked.
"OK."
Jian Yao smiled: "Yes, you are excited when investigating the case. Later when you return to the police station, you still have to take your time to sleep. Hello, you need to take care of your body."
"Okay." He glanced at her, and thoughtfully laid down the visor for her. "You sleep for a while."
Jian Yao really couldn't hold it anymore. "Hmm", closed her eyes, lowered the seat back, slammed in the chair, and soon came a uniform breathing sound.
Bo Jinyan drove quietly and glanced at the phone again.
Because of the sudden cosplay murder case, Han Yumeng's case had to be temporarily suspended. Fu Ziyu did not call or text him for the past two days.
He needs him now.
You should be more concerned about Zi Yu, he thought.
as well as……
He turned his head and looked at the tired and sleepy woman beside him. Qi Shun's long hair was also a bit messy, her face was a little red, and her lips were light. Bo Jinyan couldn't help but reached out, touched her hair, rolled a curl, and shot.
It's almost ready. When this case is over, she will give her the most romantic surprise wedding.
Thinking of this, Bo Jinyan laughed himself.

Because there was no evidence, Jiang Xueran, Xu Sheng, and Wen Xiaohua were all released. Xu Sheng returned to the dormitory, Wen Xiaohua was taken away by his parents, and Jiang Xueran returned to the house he rented. However, the police station still arranged several groups of people on duty around the clock to monitor and protect.
In addition, the three people's residences were equipped with cameras. The cameras near the home are also centrally controlled. Xu Sheng and Wen Xiaohua were okay and didn't say anything. Jiang Xueran was dissatisfied with this, and asked the Interpol who sent him home: "Why a camera? Do you doubt me?"
Interpol replied: "Don't think too much, but also to protect you."
Jiang Xueran snorted coldly and fell in.
Originally, it was okay. The two criminal policemen monitoring in the car downstairs could clearly see the surveillance picture. Jiang Xueran sat on the sofa at home, turned on the TV, and watched aimlessly.
After a while, he suddenly turned off the TV, got up, and walked to the monitoring camera installed on the table.
Then something dropped, the screen went black, and nothing was visible. I can only hear Jiang Xueran walking around.
"Fuck." A criminal policeman scolded.
Another criminal police phoned over: "Xiao Jiang, what's the matter?"
Jiang Xueran replied: "Police officer, I don't like being watched by me every move. Your kindness is in my heart. Anyway, can you still hear me? I'm asleep."
After talking, I hung up.
The two criminal policemen are also difficult to say anything. After all, you have to install surveillance and video cameras in other people's homes, and also ask for their consent in the name of "assistance investigation" and "protection". If people are really unwilling, you will be okay.
So the two criminal police had to raise their ears and listen. Fortunately, everything was normal later, the bathroom heard the sound of washing, and Jiang Xueran was walking and closing. Probably went to sleep in the bedroom.
Interpols took turns to sleep in the car.
In the early hours of the morning, Fang Qinglai took over and asked them: "What's going on?" Interpol replied: "No. It's the kid who blocked the surveillance camera."
Fang Qing glanced at the screen and scolded: "There are so many things, you can't do this!" Jiang Xueran immediately called, but the boy was dead or alive. Fang Qing continued to fight relentlessly, and finally picked up. Jiang Xueran, however, Zhenzheng said: "You are violating my privacy! Police officer, I think I am only assisting the investigation, not the suspect! You cannot treat me this way! If you do this, I will call the newspaper to complain!"
Fang Qing cursed, but there was nothing he could do.
The monitor has been quiet. It seems that Jiang Xueran is sleeping very dead.
In the middle of the night, it was more than two.
Another criminal policeman fell asleep, Fang Qing was wearing headphones, looking at Langlang Xingkong, thinking of the case, thinking of Jin Xiaozhe.
Suddenly, a slight sound came from the ears.
Wheezing, it's a man's respite.
"Uh ... ah--"
Fang Qing was shocked and immediately awakened his partner.
Suddenly, a terrible scream came from the monitor, Jiang Xueran's voice. Then came the second, third, and fourth ... He howled constantly, as if he was constantly experiencing great pain.
Fang Qing dropped the headset and rushed out of the car.
Fang Qing moved so fast that her partner failed to keep up. He jumped over the fence outside the community, and made a few steps across the path and went upstairs. One step across steps 4 and 5 and reached Jiang Xueran's floor three or two times.
Running all the way, he thought all the way. No, Jiang Xueran's door is locked. If someone forcibly breaks in, they will definitely hear the sound.
That man has the key.
This was a long corridor. As soon as he showed his head, he saw the door of Jiang Xueran's house open, but at the end of the far corridor, a figure flickered away.
Is a man.
Fang Qing only glanced at Jiang Xueran's door. Fang Qing gritted her teeth, and chased up like an arrow off the string.
When another detective arrived at the door of Jiang Xueran's house, he was taken aback.
He never expected that he would see such a scene of murder.
The house was neat and there were no signs of fighting. Jiang Xueran was glared, wearing a white, exquisite ancient gown. He also wore a long black wig. She even put on makeup, exquisite eyebrows and bright red lips. There is a beautiful red mole on the eyebrow, which has a somewhat indistinct taste.
Interpols were used to his gentle and arrogant look during the day, before he was cospaly nothing more than a flirty ancient boy. Dressing like this at this time makes people feel weird.
And a dagger stuck in his chest, right in the center. The blood was stained with snow-white gauze, and there were several other blood holes in his body, apparently being cut by many knives.
Interpol rushed forward three or two steps and tried his breath pulse.
But Interpol looked at this scene, but shuddered: the murder happened three or two minutes ago. These costumes, wigs, and makeup must be before death. Did the murderer dress up for him while he was asleep? Or did Jiang Xueran make it himself?
...
What a lunatic!

Fang Qing kept up.
The night was quiet and there were no cars on the road. The man was wearing a hat, carrying a big bag, and was running away in the distance.
Fang Qing chased desperately.
Gradually, the distance between the two kept shrinking. Fang Qing stared at the outline of the man's figure.
"Stop! Police!" Fang Qing shouted.
The man was calm and stubborn. He turned around and ran into a building. There are lights there, and there are many voices. Fang Qing screamed secretly in his heart, speeding up and rushing past. At the end of the road, suddenly suddenly open, there is a supper stall in front of the eyes, at this point, there are still many people drinking beer for barbecue. At a glance, they were all human. Fang Qing gave a low curse, glanced like electricity, and glanced at the past. That man must haven't run far.
You can search around, but you don't see the figure.
At this time, Fang Qing noticed that there was a public toilet on the right front of the road. Fang Qing's heart moved and ran into the men's bathroom.
no one.
Every squatting position has been seen, empty.
Fang Qing turned around and went to the women's toilet door again, shouting, "Is there anyone in the women's toilet?"
No one responded.
He rushed in.
Still empty.
Fang Qing stood at the door of the public toilet and looked up. There are BJ big guys with open clothes eating barbecues, there are busy shop buddies, some women walk away with men, but there is no figure of that man.
Fang Qing did not give up, and chased another paragraph. still none. The man seemed to disappear out of thin air.
He stood panting breathlessly and scolded "Fuck" fiercely!