Chapter 832: Lucky hit

Chen Fan listened to the movement outside the door while gnawing on the pig's trotter. He heard the sound of the door opening after the door of the next room was knocked, and then heard a sound of dialogue.
"Sir, here's the golden fruit wine you wanted."
"Why is there only a small bottle?"
"Sorry Sir, this is the manager's request. After all, you are always the protagonist of the finale."
"Hmph, the old man has never made a mistake in acting for a lifetime, and the wine gets more vigorous as he drank, why a small bottle is not enough to gargle my mouth, then go get it."
"Sir, please don't make the villain embarrassed. The manager said your physical condition..."
boom! There was a clap of the table.
"The old man is a great teacher, is it possible that he will die on stage when he is drunk?"
"No, no, the villain doesn't mean it, but the manager..."
"Shut up, the old man will go and talk to the kid himself."
Then I heard the sound of slamming the door next door.
"Jazz, jazz, oh, you go slowly, don't fall." After that, listen to the waiter's dissuasion and go away.
Chen Fan sucked his nose and his eyes lit up. He secretly pushed open the door and dashed into the dressing room next door, where he saw a small bottle of gin still on the table. He was not at all polite, picked it up and took a mouthful of stuffiness, then quickly slipped back to his dressing room and continued to chew on pig's feet.
After nibbling, Chen Fan suddenly realized something was wrong, and after a closer taste, he found that the wine was poisonous...
"Gan!" Chen Fan's expression was wonderful and speechless, and he stuffed the pig's feet into his mouth with bones and meat a few times and chewed it cleanly.
"Is it the poison from that bastard?" Chen Fan took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Or did the old man provoke someone outside?"
This matter had nothing to do with him, but if the old man was really poisoned to death, he would definitely be questioned and implicated next door.
This kind of unwarranted disaster really made him a little speechless, thinking that Lao Tzu is already in women's clothing, why is there such a thing implicated on him.
The point is that he hasn't said where to go, otherwise he won't be able to explain clearly.
After a while, Mona hurried back and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Chen Fan still.
Chen Fan said silently, "Master, don't you think that I am really lost because of my age?"
"I'm concerned about you." Mona gave him a blank look, then suddenly sniffed and frowned, "Where does the smell of wine come from?"
Chen Fan pointed to the next door and said with a calm expression: "I just heard the old jazz swearing in the street next door, as if it was because the theater manager didn't give him a drink. Now I have to go to the manager to reason."
Mona shook her head and smiled bitterly: "Sir Charles is good with everything, it's the problem with drinking...oh."
Chen Fan pretended to be curious and asked, "In addition to drinking, does Sir Charles have any other hobbies?"
Mona asked: "What do you ask this for?"
Chen Fan said with a chuckle: "I am an old artist after all. I think a good relationship with him will benefit my future development."
Mona nodded and said: "You are right. If people are willing to help you, you can really save you a lot of detours. However, this Sir Charles is rigid and stubborn. He has only two hobbies in his life, one is drinking, the other is acting. You If you want to curry favor with him, you must first prove that you have a talent for acting, otherwise, even if you give him more gifts, you won't get a word of appreciation."
"Oh, I remembered." Chen Fan nodded lightly, but in his heart he was secretly paying the old man that he had no choice but to drink and bet, and the reviews were also very good. It shouldn't be because of a woman that he caused a murder.
So who will kill an old artist?
At this time, the old artist from outside came back cursingly.
Mona made a silent gesture, after all, chewing someone behind her back is against noble etiquette.
After a while, the door next door was pushed open, and Chen Fan silently lowered his hearing.
"Who is it?! Is that who drank the old man's wine secretly????" A violent drink burst into chaos in the backstage rest area.
When many actors and staff heard the roar of the old jazz, they opened the door and looked around, wondering what happened to make the old artist so angry.
Mona was also startled by the roar next door, and secretly opened a door and looked around.
Chen Fan smacked his mouth with some guilty conscience.
At this time, the noise in the next room became louder and louder, even alarming the manager Harrington.
Chen Fan sat in front of the dressing table obediently and listened to the noise coming from the next door. He only heard the old jazz threatening to strike and telling Harrington to find out who had drunk his wine.
After all, he only had a small bottle of wine to relieve his hunger, but he was drunk secretly. Everyone was impatient, especially an old drunkard.
Harrington couldn't persuade him anyhow, so he could only bite the bullet and send someone to report the crime, asking what it was.
The law enforcement team came soon after hearing the news. The reason why they came so quickly was because they were guarding at the entrance of the theater.
After all, the crown prince came to enjoy the people on behalf of the emperor, and the whole block was gone.
"It's what's going on." Harrington pulled a speechless law enforcement sergeant Greg to the side and secretly said: "Now the old man is getting angry~EbookFREE.me~ you quickly think of a way to get his Sooth your emotions, otherwise if it affects... you know."
Greg rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Just say he was drunk by a wild cat, do you think it can be done?"
Harrington nodded for a moment and said, "It should be done, but it needs'proof'."
"The evidence is simple, just cast a spell to check it." Greg smiled lightly, showing an expression that both of them understood.
Then the two entered Sir Charles's room, and after some persuasion, Greg performed a spell in public to inspect the scene and exhibits...
"Well, there are suspicious cat paw prints and cat hairs at the scene, which should have sneaked in through the window... Besides, there are still...huh?!!!"
"What's the matter with the sheriff?" Harrington saw that Greg's face was wrong and couldn't help but reminded: "Did it be stolen by a wild cat?"
Greg flicked his wand and directly sealed the empty wine bottle, and ordered with a cold face, "All irrelevant people will quit, Irvin, Simic you go and block the corridor!"
Harrington was dumbfounded, and said to his heart that this is different from what he said.
"Sergeant, what do you mean? How can actors come on stage after closing the corridor?"
Greg coldly asked, "Where did you get this wine?"
"In the bar of the restaurant, where did the old Sir Alex drink usually come from?" Harrington also realized something was wrong, and couldn't help feeling nervous: "Sheriff, what's the problem with this wine?"
Greg didn't speak, and lightly flicked his wand and tapped it on the empty wine bottle. A wisp of green smoke emerged from the mouth of the bottle!
"Poisonous!" Harrington was startled.
Sir Charles shook all over, almost fainted without being frightened.
"Block the news immediately!" If it was just an ordinary poisoning case, Greg might not be so close to the enemy, but everything involved with the royal family is a big crime.