quadruple sleep

Chapter 2 He murmured, not Mr. O

"The person who sells cigarettes enters the bar at exactly 22 o'clock. He has been selling cigarettes before closing, and has no time to kill people." In front of the surveillance video, a young man in a black hoodie is sitting on a large chair, with two long legs Bend your legs and step on the chair.

It's a surveillance video whose screen has been destroyed. It only shows the time. When the audio is turned up, you can vaguely hear the explosive music and the cheers of men and women.The young man is wearing an earphone, holding a pen in his left hand, densely packed with complicated symbols on the paper, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the side of his hand.

The people around him were about to speak, but Chen Yezhou, who was standing on the other side, motioned for silence.

The young man was not disturbed, and the voice from the surveillance came into his ears. "There are 5 members in the live band, and four of them did not leave the scene during the break. They..." The hand holding the pen moved the progress bar back for a few seconds and listened carefully. he left."

The progress bar continued, and the man marked it on the paper with a pen. His hands were well-articulated, and the phalanxes were long and white.

"The band rested for 10 minutes, and the bass player came back and opened the bottle." He glanced at the time, "The wine is different from them, it's sparkling wine, I didn't communicate with them, and I was tuning the strings."

If it wasn't for the passing of time, the black screen in front of him would seem to be still in the eyes of others. As for the details of the voices that the young man said, Chen Yezhou only heard the sound of drums and loud background music.

For the next period of time, the young man didn't speak again, and occasionally marked on the paper. Among them, he marked three points of time, one was the time when the band rested, and the other was the time when the band started to perform after the break , and the last one is some time after the band performance.

After the monitoring was over, the man put down his earphones, "The man who came back was not a bass player, and his strumming technique was different from the previous one. I guess the deceased was most likely killed during the rest time, and the murderer deliberately confused his sight."

Chen Yezhou glanced at his subordinates.

Two minutes later, his subordinates brought over twenty bottles of wine and placed them on the table in a row. Different brands and different types were sold by the bar that night.

When the bottle caps were opened one by one, the young man sat there with his face leaning on his face, his eyes straight.After opening the last bottle, he pointed out, "The third brand is German stout, the keyboard and the drummer are drinking, the tenth is Wheat White, the guitar and the lead singer are drinking, there is no bottle of wine for the bass player. "

Chen Yezhou squinted, brought his own wine?

The young man reached out and tapped the third mark on the paper with his bony fingers, "He wiped the bass clean, you should have lost a set of fingerprints, that person left during this time and took the wine bottle , because the bottle hit the metal button of his coat. If you go out the back door..."

He looked up at Chen Yezhou, "Does the back door lead to a deep alley? There should be a trash can, right?"

Chen Yezhou's eyes lit up.

The subordinate asked the young man, "Can you hear it when you leave the back door?"

The man got up, picked up the black-rimmed glasses and put them on, "It has nothing to do with hearing, isn't there a witness?"

After the man left, his subordinates looked at the densely packed marks on the paper, and asked puzzledly, "Captain Chen, what exactly is painted on it?"

Chen Yezhou held the paper in his hand and looked at it, "It should be the soundtrack, you can count how many soundtracks he drew."

After the subordinates counted, they said, "310 channels."

"He differentiated the vocal tract with two different notes, you count."

The subordinates went to count again, "There are 180 vocal channels marked with the small bean sprouts symbol, and 130 are marked with small bean sprouts with braids."

The difference between knowing music and not knowing music.

Chen Yezhou smiled, "Let's take a look at the number of people in the bar we checked."

The subordinates took a look, "The number of people in the bar is 310 from ten o'clock in the evening to before closing."

"What about the number of men and women?"

"Male 180, female 130." The subordinate was stunned after speaking, and looked at the paper again.

Chen Yezhou pointed to the sign on it and said, "In addition to the male and female symbols, there are many other symbols on it. I believe they all match the information we checked. For example, how many waiters and bartenders are there? How many customers came and how many customers left.”

"It's all... heard? Captain Xu, what is this person's background?"

"Lu Nanshen, a talented musician and extremely talented conductor. Although he is young, he had his own symphony orchestra three years ago, but a musician died in a strange way during a performance, and the orchestra disbanded. It is said that his hearing is very good , Let’s see today that his reputation is well-deserved. In addition, he also has an identity,” Chen Yezhou put down the identification paper in his hand, his eyes were far-reaching, “The young master of Lumen was also one of the victims of the major kidnapping case of D11 22 years ago.”
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It was snowing when Lu Nanshen walked out of the police station. It was not small, and the dark sky was bustling with excitement.He went down the steps, the snow fell on his shoulders, and the street lamps dragged his shadow away, slender and straight.

Suddenly, fireworks lit up the night sky, and he looked up, the sharp arc of his chin was clearly reflected by the street lights, his eyes were deep and cold.This city really fits the occasion, the winter solstice has snowed again, and the fireworks exploding above the head are for celebration?

He didn't stay long in the snow, and put the hood behind him on his head and continued walking.

I don't know who set off the fireworks again, maybe the angle was wrong, a cluster of flames suddenly flew away, rushing straight from behind Lu Nanshen.He didn't look back, he didn't stop walking, he turned his head slightly, and the flame passed in the direction of his ear.

There was an exclamation behind him, Lu Nan didn't bother to pay attention, and took out the earphones from his pocket to put them on.

He muttered, not O-jun, not O-jun...

Someone is pretending to be Mr. O.

　Opening a new article, "Quadruple Sleep" will be a very special story, um... In short, I haven't found a suitable category of works. Old readers understand my style, and new readers hope to like it~
　　
　
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