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But the pianist is dead.

After the autopsy, the pianist's body was indeed his own, and there was no problem with the time of death.

The police contacted the person who sent the message on the mobile phone as soon as possible. After interrogation, no effective information was obtained.

After all, they are all friends of the pianist, and they said that they talked about it in a group, and today the team was built to see the pianist's performance.

It was a group chat gathered by musicians. The usual content of the chat was who and who had a concert again, and whether they wanted to go to see it.

Some people said, look, and then contacted them privately.

It is said in it that the part of others who really came today is also dead.

Those who didn't show up had an alibi.

Good guy, this time it's all over again.

I haven't heard of any perverted murderers breaking out of prison recently.

The worst result might be to announce the emergence of a new perverted murderer.

Xia Bupei was not so pessimistic.

People are dead anyway, and the investigation will take as long as they want to investigate, provided that they are not killed.

It's man-made.

First go to the scene to see.

The police should have wiped away the blood as soon as possible, but the scene was too big, and there were too many dead and injured.

There are still a lot of heads that need to be claimed for splicing, so the remaining half of the venue has not been cleaned up.

This blood-red scene had a much more serious impact on Xia Bupei than when he was at the scene before.

After all, Xia Bupei couldn't keep his eyes open when he was at the scene, and luckily he didn't see any heads.

She put on a protective suit and looked inside the area that the police had cleared.

There is no thought in the mess.

Suddenly, Xia Bupei's eyes seemed to be shaken by something.

It was a mirror that fell on the chair in front of it.

It seems to have been accidentally dropped by the audience while running away.

Suddenly, Xia Bupei seemed to be hit on the head by some heavy object.

It was because the structure on the top of the concert hall was unstable, and a stone fell down.

Fortunately, Xia Bupei was not standing directly below, and the stones just passed by.

"No, everyone, get out!" Xia Bupei exclaimed suddenly.

Although the people around didn't know what happened, they could convict Xia Bupei at any time, but if they didn't listen to this sentence, what if he really died?
This is a place where perverted murderers have appeared!

Everyone quickly evacuated the concert hall almost at the same time.

"Bump! Click! Pop!"

There were only a few sounds of heavy objects collapsing, and the concert hall collapsed without warning before the people nearby had time to blame Xia Bupei for calling the alarm.

"Ah?" The surrounding police and some other forensic assistants made doubtful voices.

Xia Bupei was also very confused.

She yelled this sentence at the time, in fact, because she suddenly remembered the illegal building built by Wang Hai.

Although the concert hall claimed to have a first-class construction team and top-level building materials when it was attracting investment, Xia Bupei just didn't believe it.

After all, the more you lack something, but you like to emphasize something.

As a result, no matter what the reason was, this concert hall was dying today, in the fifth year since it was built.

Xia Bupei stroked his chin in thought.

Although the materials used in the concert hall may not be good, there is really no reason for it to collapse like this.

In the past few years, there have been hundreds of concerts, large and small, and no such accident has happened.

Xia Bupei guessed that the reason for the collapse of the concert hall may be the murder method used by the murderer.

In other words, the murderer's method of killing should have used the strength of the house itself.

Xia Bupei's first thought was that the murderer put a hook on the wall.

The hook got into the wall, pulled the crime tool on it, and then the house collapsed because of the excessive tension.

Xia Bupei walked beside the collapsed ruins, looking to see if there were any hooked shapes in the wall.

Unfortunately, no.

But Xia Bupei saw a window.

The sides of the windows appear to have been strangled.

Xia Bupei's brain was running fast, until she saw a rubber band tied to the hair of a passing person, she had some guesses.

Perhaps there was no hook at all, but a thread was passed through two windows at the same time, and then the knife was opened on both sides, killing people in both directions at the same time.

Lu Jinming was not idle either, he had been checking the musical instruments at the scene from the very beginning.

According to his thinking, in a concert, the most likely lines to appear are the strings of musical instruments.

And after killing someone, you can put it back on the instrument.

It's just that he hasn't found a solution to the problem that the string length of the instrument seems not enough.

It is a pity that the instrument has been pulled many times, and it cannot be easily judged by the degree of wear.

The second is that all the musicians on the scene passed away without distinction, so their instruments were covered with blood, and it was difficult to confirm for a while.

Lu Jinming counted the stools of the symphony orchestra left at the scene.

I silently wrote down a number like 54, planning to check how many musicians there are in a while.

Although the damage to the piano has been severe, the original basic structure and location can still be barely seen.

Lu Jinming picked up a few fragments of the piano and put them together, especially the most moving keys of the piano, which seemed to be quite worn out.

Suddenly, Lu Jinming changed his mind.

He began to look for piano fragments with relatively flat cuts.

Fortunately, he really found a few.

He thoughtfully took pictures of these fragments and put them in an evidence bag, intending to hand them over later.

After thinking for a while, he walked to the ticket checking place at the entrance of the concert hall.

There are recorders at the entrance of high-end concert halls, who can clearly remember who came and who didn't.

Although the possibility of someone leaving midway is not ruled out, the importance of that record is self-evident.

Lu Jinming believes that if the number of any group of people is small, although there is suspicion, at least it is a suspicion of low intelligence.

But if the numbers of the audience and the singers are complete, and there is nothing missing, then something big will happen.

Lu Jinming had an intuition that the number of audience members was likely to be small.

Xia Bupei's thoughts coincided with his at a certain moment, but Lu Jinming went for a field investigation, and she was looking for the responsible forensic doctor.

Deng was even more busy taking off, suturing the head to beautify the corpse, although it may not be the turn of a great forensic doctor like him.

But because there were too many dead, he still spontaneously joined them.

Xia Bupei entered the office area where he was holding his nose. The surrounding area was full of formalin and the smell of corpses, which could not be blocked by several layers of masks.

"Forensic Doctor Deng, do you have any records on the corpses? Do you have that kind of summary list? Can you show me?"

No one can escape the cycle of the overlord~