Although Yan Cheng didn't catch anything on this trip, he still made a small contribution to everyone's visit to the restaurant. They were willing to give a few words of comfort.
Even Zhong Jiuyin didn't worry about the 10 gold coins that were deducted, and encouraged him to keep up his efforts in the future.
She was talking and walking out. One look showed that she was not really trying to comfort her, but just couldn't wait to go to the restaurant to eat.
A smile flashed in Yan Cheng's eyes, and he replied politely: "Thank you for the comfort. But don't worry, wait a minute, let Ai Yuanyuan use her golden finger to check the captain's death record before leaving."
Zhong Jiuyin had no choice but to brake suddenly and pull back the leg that he had stepped out.
Ai Yuanyuan squatted next to the captain and "cast a spell" to recall the audio and video one minute before her death.
The audio and video is very blurry and noisy. If you look carefully, you should see the captain's back.
"Again, the Minnites doesn't welcome rubbish like you...ah! Uh-"
That's it, the captain fell down with his back to the screen, and the figure of his killer became even more blurry. He couldn't even see clearly when standing with the people around him. It was just stuck there like a mosaic.
"Although it is indeed consistent with our analysis that the murderer and the captain had a dispute, we can't see it clearly and there is no direction at all." Ai Yuanyuan frowned.
Yan Cheng thought thoughtfully: "The area of that color patch is not large."
Zhong Jiuyin looked at him: "What do you mean?"
"The murderer shouldn't be as tall and strong as the captain."
"Captain..." Yuan Yi visually measured the length of the dummy's body and said "uh".
"This dummy is about 1.85 meters. In terms of height, except for Brother Yan Cheng, the four of us are not that tall. In terms of body shape, none of us are that strong."
"It depends on the character," Ai Yuanyuan said, "the character's height, body shape, and strength. Since it is a large weapon, a weak one will definitely not be able to kill everyone with it."
Zhong Jiuyin clapped his hands: "So these clues need to be connected with other information. Then we have to look for other clues now, and then sit together and discuss them carefully."
Yan Cheng turned his head to look at her and said "sit together to discuss" in a serious manner, with a smile in his eyes.
"It makes sense. Let's go then. It's just in time. On the way to find the murder weapon, we will see what food will be prepared in the restaurant. Then we can sit down and discuss it while eating -"
Some people may only have enough food before their brains can run smoothly.
The corners of Zhong Jiuyin's mouth raised, and he stepped out with his hands behind his back, his back full of excitement.
There was a small window in the corridor that faced the sea. She walked halfway and opened the window to take a deep breath, spitting out the bad smell she had just smelled at the murder scene, and preparing to taste the fragrance of the food.
The lobster tail and egg yolk rice balls she had eaten in the morning had long been digested. By now, at around two or three in the afternoon, she was already so hungry that she felt two ounces lighter. When the sea breeze blew outside the window, she felt like she could float up and fly to the restaurant.
To return to the restaurant from the ballroom, you have to walk through two corridors, and you have to go up to one floor in the middle, and you need to pass by the open deck.
Coming out of the small, narrow and dark room, and suddenly returning to the open outside world, I was still a little uncomfortable.
The sea breeze was so strong that it made several people's clothes rustle. The long hair of Zhong Jiuyin and Ai Yuanyuan danced wildly, and flew into the faces of the people behind them, causing Liang Zhi to quickly lift them away, forgetting that he was wearing glasses.
I am highly myopic, and when I press my fingers on the lenses, it hurts the bridge of my nose.
His eyes were blocked and he couldn't see where he was going. He almost fell down, but Yuan Yi and Yan Cheng quickly helped him.
The three of them were just a few steps behind. Zhong Jiuyin and Ai Yuanyuan had already climbed to a higher level and looked back at them.
Ai Yuanyuan: "What's wrong? Did my hair hit you? I just felt someone pull it off."
"It's okay." Liang Zhi shook his head.
Yan Cheng let go of Liang Zhi's arm and looked around behind Ai Yuanyuan.
Zhong Jiuyin stood with one foot on the highest step, and the other foot was still on the next step. She looked at the land in the distance, with her tall horse trailing in the wind, her posture free and easy.
"There are a lot of people watching us over there," she said.
Everyone looked over.
Yan Cheng: “I’m a fan from nearby.”
Yuan Yi showed an expression of amazement: "Wow, there are really so many people. This is the first time I have seen so many people chasing them to the filming location of the show."
They were lying on the railing, waving hello to the other side.
Fans in the distance became restless.
"Yan Cheng! Yan Cheng! Look over here!"
"Yuan Yi! My big dog with golden proportions! Don't reach outside the railing if your hands are too long!"
"Oh my god, Zhong Jiuyin is pretty good-looking! She has long flowing hair and looks like an immortal, but her movements are like those of a bandit!"
A bunch of people nearby laughed.
The five people on the cruise ship were still waving, but as they were saying hello and walking to the third floor, they soon disappeared.
Some fans are like mushrooms after the rain. When it is quieter, they pop up and shout one after another, making them anxious for others.
"How come there are still people watching the live broadcast! Watch the real person! The real person is right in front of you!"
Someone in the corner answered loudly: "Are you a new fan? You don't do data! If you do a good job with data today, you will have a lot of chances to meet real people tomorrow!"
“We are wild show fans!”
"Why are there people bringing support folding fans? Are you too well prepared?!"
"Does anyone want to drink water? Yan Cheng has limited merchandise, only black people can get it!"
This scene is so funny that some people have to react every time they hear it. Their ability to praise is first-rate.
The five people on the cruise ship had entered the third floor and disappeared from public view.
The fans turned back their gazes and camera phones before they were satisfied. They focused more on the fans with different attributes around them, and were in the mood to get to know each other.
The few girls who rushed to the front turned around in the crowded crowd and asked tentatively in excited tones:
"Are you also a fan of Zhong Jiuyin?"
The girl who was not pretentious immediately nodded and shook hands: "Yes, yes, you like her too? We are friends, sisters! We are all syllables!"
Syllable is the pink name of Zhongjiuyin.
A slightly taller girl from behind greeted her enthusiastically: "Is it the syllable? Is it the one our sister Yuan Yi calls Yin?"
"Yes, yes, friends, friends!"
As if recognizing relatives, after a while, the crowd dispersed into several friendly groups, chatting lively.
And under the lens.
Zhong Jiuyin and the others were passing by the place where Chris died.
The most likely place to abandon the murder weapon was around here, so they searched carefully.
Ai Yuanyuan said: "When the murderer killed Chris, Chris's cry for help attracted us and alerted him, so he could only throw down the murder weapon and rush to the restaurant quickly. The distance from here to the restaurant was very close, and he had to
It’s impossible to hide a murder weapon too far away.”
"And we speculate that murder weapons can be big or small. Large murder weapons can't be thrown somewhere casually. They are too conspicuous. He should find a place to hide." Yuan Yi took over.
Yan Cheng raised the third point: "What if he threw the murder weapon into the sea through the window?"
Chris's death scene was in the corridor, with two windows a little further ahead.
Zhong Jiuyin was at the front, and according to his words, he stepped over and opened the window to take a look.
"It's possible," she rested her elbows casually on the window sill, and then turned to them and said, "the side of the ship below is not very wide, so if you throw it hard, it should be able to be thrown directly into the sea."
How would you find it if it was really thrown into the sea? Wouldn’t the clues be cut off?