Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 183: No one saw the scene.
There were just too many people at the scene; everyone was a suspect.

We've rented this location for a few days now, and we've been filming here for a few days as well. Several of the staff and filming crew from the previous days aren't here today.

They are all suspects.

Zhuang Yanzheng had someone compile a list of where these people lived, and also collected very detailed information.

Everyone needs to be closely monitored.

After the work was done, let them go back to their accommodations.

Cheng Jue returned to the hotel.

Not only him, but everyone else's recent whereabouts are completely transparent.

Offline monitoring, online monitoring.

Since monitoring is being conducted, security must also be guaranteed.

Before leaving, Su Miaoyi chatted with him for a few more minutes.

"Do you like Xu Jinlan?" Su Miaoyi asked as soon as she opened her mouth.

Zhuang Yanzheng and Qi Feng listened from the side, and they both felt that Cheng Jue almost jumped up after hearing those words.

"Sister, don't talk nonsense," Cheng Jue said in a low but very agitated voice, "I didn't."

Su Miaoyi looked at him and said, "If there's nothing to get excited about, then there's nothing to get excited about."

"How could I not get excited when you ask such a question?" Cheng Jue said.

Su Miaoyi looked at him again.

I felt he should be blushing, but his makeup was too thick to tell.

“What’s so exciting about this?” Su Miaoyi said.

Cheng Jue fell silent.

"Then why protect her?" Su Miaoyi was still puzzled.

“We got along quite well when we trained together. I just felt sorry for her and thought Liu Nanmo deserved to die,” Cheng Jue said.

"It's about loyalty to friends," Zhuang Yanzheng said casually from the side.

Su Miaoyi glanced at him and then looked at Cheng Jue.

Cheng Jue remained silent.

"Do you know that you are now a prime suspect?" Su Miaoyi asked.

Cheng Jue nodded: "I didn't kill him."

Su Miaoyi certainly believed that he did not commit the murder, but the murderer had not been caught. However, she believed that he could not be cleared of suspicion: "Be a good boy and cooperate with the investigation recently."

Cheng Jue nodded.

“Tell the police immediately if you think of anything,” Su Miaoyi said.

"Can't I just tell you directly?" Cheng Jue asked.

“I will most likely need to avoid this,” Su Miaoyi said. “If it weren’t for your dishonesty, I wouldn’t have been able to ask you this question today.”

Cheng Jue looked at Zhuang Yanzheng and the others, then at Su Miaoyi: "Sister, I'm sorry."

Su Miaoyi snorted coldly: "Do you think you've done something very righteous, that you're very cool, that you've protected a poor friend?"

Cheng Jue kept his head down.

“That’s just what you saw,” Su Miaoyi sighed. “Of course, what you saw might be true. But what if it’s not? Because of your concealment, the police might miss important clues. Because of your concealment, the real murderer might escape.”

“You’re young, you’re passionate, you want to protect your friends, and you can’t stand him hitting women, but you need to use the right methods.” Su Miaoyi frowned. “Your aunt always says you’re mature, but I think it’s all an act. You’re just a simpleton.”

Cheng Jue glanced at Zhuang Yanzheng and Qi Feng: "Sister, are there still outsiders here?"

"Now that I know outsiders are still here, I feel so ashamed," Su Miaoyi said. "Did you hear it howling underground? It's so unwilling to accept its fate."

Cheng Jue looked around.

It's past midnight.

A misty atmosphere filled the night, and red ribbons and lanterns swayed gently in the night breeze.

Even with the headlights on, it still had a creepy feeling.

"Sister, it's scary to hear you say things like that here."

Su Miaoyi looked around and said, "Let's go back." Cheng Jue nodded.

Qi Feng and two other policemen escorted the group of people who were staying at the same hotel back home.

Su Miaoyi, Zhuang Yanzheng, and Lu Zhishen walked around the entire courtyard again.

Nothing particularly noteworthy was found. The remaining police officers at the scene then questioned the film crew shooting nearby.

Then Zhuang Yanzheng received a phone call: "Liu Nanmo's parents have arrived at the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

After finishing their work here, they headed back.

In the car, Su Miaoyi said, "Everyone looked, and no one saw the murder scene."

Seeing the murder scene through the eyes of the killer may require a trigger; it's not something that can be seen immediately every time.

Chu Xingrou sat in the car, looking at Su Miaoyi, not understanding what she was saying.

Then she looked at Zhuang Yanzheng and Lu Zhishen.

Seeing that neither of them reacted, it seemed they understood.

She began to wonder if there was something wrong with her head, and that she couldn't understand what they were saying.

Did you witness a murder?
Why would someone see a murder scene?

Chu Xingrou looked at them.

Suddenly I felt that there might actually be something wrong with that filming location.

Are they still themselves?
Chu Xingrou's eyes widened, and she froze, unable to move.

“We also need to check everyone’s social connections,” Zhuang Yanzheng said.

I drove back, piecing together the clues.

"How could that device have pierced the heart so precisely?" Su Miaoyi wondered. "Even if the props team knew the height data, there would still be errors if two people lay down inside, whether they were too high or too low, too far to the left or too far to the right."

“That knife,” Zhuang Yanzheng said, “is such a long knife; we can look into custom-made knives.”

"We received a message from the technical department that the device was also assembled by individuals. Many parts were salvaged from other things. It's rudimentary, but very powerful," Zhuang Yanzheng said. "The technical department tested it and it pierced through their department's wooden table."

Yan Cheng and his assistant took the body back to the municipal police station first, and also took some evidence back with them.

“That paper figure,” Lu Zhishen said, “the paper figure placed on the ground and the other paper figures at the scene should not have come from the same place.”

Zhuang Yanzheng glanced at him.

Su Miaoyi asked, "What do you mean?"

“The paper figures on site are all very finely made,” Lu Zhishen said. “But the one placed under the floor is very crudely made, like it was pasted on by a complete novice. Moreover, the paper figure has complete facial features and even has eyes drawn on it.”

"Is there any explanation?" Su Miaoyi asked. "The other paper figures indeed do not have facial features."

“There’s a saying that dotting the eyes of a paper doll is a way to summon the soul,” Lu Zhishen said. “People in this industry all have taboos about it.”

Su Miaoyi nodded: "The remote control is still in the paper figure's hands."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and patted Chu Xingrou's leg.

Chu Xingrou was so frightened that she almost stood up.

Su Miaoyi was startled by her.

Lu Zhishen turned to look at the two of them, then glanced at the roof of the car: "Want to ride in a convertible?"

"Were you scared?" Su Miaoyi asked Chu Xingrou.

"No, no." Chu Xingrou wiped the sweat from her face.

Su Miaoyi placed her hand on her head: "Rusty hair."

Chu Xingrou looked at her, feeling bewildered, and then gave a dry laugh.

Su Miaoyi returned her a smile.

Zhuang Yanzheng glanced at the two of them in the rearview mirror and then said, "What I asked over there was that the paper figures by the wall were placed there a long time ago, but they haven't been used yet."

“The props team takes inventory of the items at the scene every day,” Su Miaoyi said. “The murderer was worried about being discovered, so he made one himself, hoping to create the fear of a paper doll killing someone.”

“In that case, the suspicion against the props team is reduced to some extent,” Su Miaoyi said. “After all, buying an extra paper doll is a very simple operation, but we can’t rule out that it was intentional.”

(End of this chapter)