Chapter 458: A gap that cannot be eliminated even if it is convenient

Chapter 458, even if it is convenient, it can not eliminate the gap
However, Ma Houde finally felt that the things mentioned in a book 30 years ago were related to the current case. It was too sinister, not to mention the fact that the author had died.
So the horse SIR shook his head. "Can things happen to us, not to foreign countries? I said Lao Qin, or else, let go of this so-called hypothesis. Can you see what clues can you give me?"


The scene has found some footprints.
Lao Qin probably felt that the things he said were somewhat illogical, and he did not insist:
After excluding the police and the reporters, only one group is strange. According to the depth of the footprint, It should be a relatively thin person. It may be a short man or a woman."
"Is it the murderer?" Ma Houde frowned.
Lao Qin shook his head and said: "Not necessarily, it is also possible that the informant is not the first to discover. Who else has been there before, but did not choose to report the case... but?"
"But what?"
"In general, if it is flustered, the footprints will not look like this..." Lao Qin turned his head and said strangely: "It seems so calm, like a slow step."
"Well...not that there are other wounds on the deceased? What happened?"
"It's all animal wounds." Lao Qin frowned and said: "There are cats and dogs. It's very messy."
"Small animals will eat people?" Ma Houde stunned... He felt that the murder was more and more confusing.
In the end, Ma SIR did not get any significant and useful information, scratched his head and left the office of Lao Qin, and returned to his department with a cigarette.
Recently, Ma SIR was very free, and he recovered his former style.
As for why?
Of course, it was because the young ‘Detective’ from the provincial bureau didn’t know what to do during this time. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here, and mysterious people don’t know what to do.
The only thing Ma Houde knows is that he has not left the city yet.
"Ah... so annoying!" Ma Houde finished a cigarette, still no clue, suddenly shouted: "First sweep the thunder?"
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Hong Guan is cleaning his clothes for his wife in the ward. The time for Jin Yao’s pre-production is coming, two weeks.
The uncle of the garage will naturally not tie the Hongguan to work at this time, but rather let the Hongguan take a vacation, and the salary is still calculated.
"Hong Guan, someone is looking for you!"
The Hongguan in the bathroom at this time heard the words of his wife, then put down the things and came out - there is indeed a person here.
An old man who sent the courier? The old man of the explosion? ? So avant-garde?
He looked at his wife's look, probably also surprised by the grandfather's avant-garde, and sneaked in.
"This... this uncle, you send the courier?" Hong Guan asked unexpectedly.
"Can't I send the courier?" The old courier glanced at the mark of his chest clothes. "Water meter express, haven't you heard of it?"
"Not really..." Hong Guan shook his head and said: "But, I didn't buy anything?"
But the old man of the explosion seemed to be very impatient. When the matter was put on, he let Hong Guan sign it, and then he said nothing extra, and quickly left.
"What is this?" Jin Yao asked curiously.
Hong Guan shook his head and unpacked the parcel—in fact, it was a briefcase and the like, and it was thin, and it was not like what it could hold.
Hong Guan took out a small envelope from the inside. After opening it, Hong Guan suddenly looked at his wife suddenly. He said: "This is the ticket, the TV station..."
And it is still the entry ticket for the upcoming program "Singer"... Hong Guan frowned, except for Cheng Yiran, he really couldn't think of it, and who would send him this kind of thing.
But... why are you sending it?
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"There are a lot of people."
Luo Qiu looked at the endless stream of people - these people are waiting for admission. Of course, how many of the heads here are arranged early, used to shed tears in front of the camera, and how many are lucky draws...
Luo boss is naturally not idle, boring to use his life to go to the waves, to buy this kind of information that is not useful at all.
Here is the studio for the recording of the "Singer" program. Why can the boss and maid of the club come?
It is better to say that there is still something in the world that these two cannot go.
"After all, 800 public judges." You night also looked at the scene a little, and then very diligently reminded: "Master, Miss Ren and Miss Lizi also came, over there."
Luo Qiu also glanced at it casually. "It’s just the media people coming over, don't worry... let's go in."
The boss took his maid and walked calmly from the front of the staff. When he had not officially entered the stage, he had already arrived at the first row in front of the stage and found a position next to him. Come down.
Someone will know that someone is sitting here, but no one knows who is sitting here... No one will remember it afterwards, and even the impression will naturally be lost.
The boss suddenly reduced himself and the presence of You Night to a state of near zero.
"Speaking, I have never seen you use a mobile phone?" Luo Qiu took out the phone and adjusted it to a silent state.
Even if the sense of existence almost disappears, he will still subconsciously do some ordinary people's actions - even if the move seems to be so redundant.
Luo Qiu will also notice these actions. His own explanation for himself is - probably, he is still in the middle of his part, still insisting on being a part of him.
But there seems to be no bad place.
"You don't have this need for the night." The maid lady smiled. "The call of the master, I can hear it the first time, and I don't need this kind of thing."
Will you be lonely?
Luo Qiu suddenly remembered such thoughts.
He will remember the picture of the night sitting alone in the club.
The light was dimmed and even extinguished, but she sat quietly there, straight, her hands on her legs, her eyes closed... just waiting for someone to come, and then opening her eyes again.
The old clock on the wall is knocking down.
Beating, for her, there is no meaningful time.
"At the earliest time, humans didn't need this kind of thing." Luo Qiu looked at his mobile phone: "Face to face, eyes looking at the eyes, or hands, or sitting together, always closer than ever.

"But the distance needs it." You night should say: "This is human progress."
"But there are some distances..." Luo Qiu looked at the stage and said indifferently: "If you don't have this kind of thing, you can disappear."
But when it came to this, Luo Qiu suddenly shook his head and pointed at the central road of the stage: "It hasn't started yet, but since it is here, I will take a picture for you."
The boss's palm turned over, and the old out-of-print Hasselblad 500C naturally appeared on his palm.
Luo Qiu took the hand of Youyou to the center of the stage and smiled: "For the time being, you belong here, okay?"
The lights on the stage lit up.
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"Oh, strange, who opened the stage lights?"
When the clock fell through the hallway, he heard the voice of a staff member rushing past – of course, he did not care.
Accompanied by Cheng Yun, he walked into a more special viewing room. The audience behind the studio was the public seat, and there was a first-class seat for the jury - but naturally it was similar to the VIP seat. position.
Cheng Yun did not expect that the two young people would actually plan to attend this occasion... He learned that the clock was falling, he arranged it quickly. As for the reason, the master does not say, he naturally will not ask.
This is an excellent quality of follow-up.
Of course, the director of this TV station is strictly speaking the person under the two-family faction. It is naturally simple to arrange such a place.
"Two less, you are here, wait, I will give you some drinks, by the way, see how Cheng Yiran is going. Then I will go to the door to wait for Miss Zhang and bring her over."
"Go." The clock fell and nodded.
He sat down from his own, did not open the curtain in front, just quietly closed his eyes - he naturally did not have any interest in this game.
He just wants to see what Cheng Chengran can do... Whether it is like K&C at the end of the day, it will make the audience of 800 people become fascinated.
"If there is such a magical 'magic power' words." Zhong Xiaochen whispered to himself: "It is really worth investing."
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Outside the TV station, Hong Guan pinched the ticket on his hand, his face hesitated... I don’t know if I should go in.
He still has a phone call from Cheng Yiran.
However, he has not played for a long time.
(End of this chapter)