she's a rose she's a gun

The disheveled Wenming watched the car leave, lingered for a while, checked the messages on his mobile phone, and finally lifted his feet and walked towards the Golden Orange Internet Company.

"Wang Gen." Wen Wenming stepped into the office without raising her head. She only had to look at the shadow for a moment, and she knew that her short-haired high school classmate who had been working overtime for ten thousand years was sitting on the same seat for ten thousand years—Programmer Wang Gen. through.

However, Wang Gen was not coding at this time, but was eating melons on the Internet with her mobile phone in her arms. She was shuttling through various social platforms, secretly giving likes to topics related to "Mu Yang's New Drama".

Hearing Wen Wenming's greeting, Wang Gen rushed down from his seat and slapped Wen Wenming on the left shoulder: "I'll go! You still know to come! Why didn't you reply to my message? Did you see that Muyang's new drama was shot at your house? Check it out. What happened? Have you seen Mu Yang..."

Wen Wenming gasped, Wang Gen's palm closed her wound, and she felt sick to her stomach from the pain. Before Wang Gen could finish asking, he slapped her arm that was on his shoulder: "Shut up!"

Wang Gen was not surprised by this, and still excitedly asked: "Did you see Mu Yang? How was the scene? It's not clear on the Internet!"

After listening to Wang Gen's words, Wen Wenming realized that it was probably because Mu Yang didn't want to make a high-profile publicity, so she simplified what happened on the scene to avoid excessive fermentation of the incident. She didn't want Wang Gen to know about her injury, so she was vague Said: "I see, she is fine, the bullet missed."

Unexpectedly, these words made Wang Gen even more excited: "Ah, I thought you were acting as a hero saving the beauty! What a pity."

Wenming, who was guessed right, blushed and said, "Don't talk nonsense, let's have a meal together."

"Ah, we've already had dinner together! Then when will we continue our relationship? I'll help you catch up..." Wang Gen seemed to be a good hand at watching the excitement, and he was the best at booing.

Wen Wenming was ashamed and annoyed, turned around and left. Originally, she came to report Wang Gen's safety, but she didn't reply to any of the dozens of messages she asked.

Walking to the door, Wenming saw a delivery man holding up a takeaway at the right time, and asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, is this Wang... Ms. Wang? How do you pronounce this word..."

"Wang Gen'er, the root of an onion!" Wen Ming dropped these words and strode away, ignoring Wang Gen's angry objections behind him.

Civilization went to the bureau.

As soon as he entered the office, he saw that Lao Yang's desk lamp was still on, and Yang Dongliang was sitting on a chair flipping through the report.

"How is it?" Wen Wenming's sudden voice startled Yang Dongliang.

"Are you back? I heard that you and Mu Yang went to dinner, what happened?" He asked professionally.

Wenming was a little awkward: "She doesn't know, did the forensic department find anything?"

"Look for yourself." Yang Dongliang threw the report on Wen Wenming, "Nothing was found on the monitoring and railings. The murderer was well prepared and seems to be professional."

Wenming flipped through the report and sighed inwardly.

"By the way, are your injuries okay? Take two days off and come back to work next week." Yang Dongliang said with concern.

"Thank you, Team Yang!" Wen Wenming didn't expect Lao Yang, who had always been stingy, to be so generous today. He was having a good time, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the calendar on Yang Dongliang's desk, and was furious: "Old Yang, today is Friday! Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are already weekends!"

In the next two days, Wen Wenming didn't stay at home to recuperate, but bought tickets for Mu Yang's drama. Unlike the first performance, she bought tickets for the last row this time, and didn't watch the drama carefully during the performance. It was staring back and forth at the audience in the last row, which caused the security guard hired by Mu Yang to carry her to the backstage directly after the drama ended without saying a word.

Wenming struggled a few times, but did not break free. It seemed that Mu Yang did not break his promise, and the security was at its peak.She shouted angrily, "Where are you taking me?"

The security guard on the left wore sunglasses and said expressionlessly, "Go to Miss Mu."

When Wen Wenming heard this, her face turned slightly red, and she stopped struggling, allowing the security guards to take her to Mu Yang's lounge.

"...Let...let go of me!" Wenming pretended to twist twice at the door of Muyang's room.

"Civilization!" Hearing Wenming's voice, Mu Yang turned his head, with surprise that could not be concealed on his face.

"Didn't you say that I will take care of the security? You should rest at home." Mu Yang asked the security to let Wen Wen go quickly, and hurriedly stepped forward to check her wound.

Wen Wenming's face became even redder: "I'll come over and take a look if I have nothing to do..."

Only if I stare at myself, I can rest assured.

Mu Yang smiled: "Tomorrow is the last scene of the premiere, and our actors still have a few scenes to go..."

Wen Wenming knew in his heart how important the last scene of this first premiere was to Mu Yang, because she only performed the first performance, and the heroine would no longer be her after that.

"Okay, I'll go back first..." Wenming said and turned to leave.

"Wing Wenming, I will go directly to the 'Bookstore' to film after the performance tomorrow, when I come back from filming...shall we have dinner together?" Mu Yang stopped Wen Wen in a low voice.

"Okay!" Civilization couldn't stop smiling.

The next day's drama, Wen Wenming still went, she finished her last task with satisfaction, ensured that the performance ended smoothly, and after watching Mu Yang drive away surrounded by a group of security guards, she stretched her waist and was about to He left, but was stopped by the guide lady.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Wen Wen?"

"I'm."

"Miss Mu told you this." After speaking, a paper bag was handed over to Wen Wenming by Miss Guiding.

Wenming opened the paper bag, and inside was a box of delicious and hot pork belly and chicken soup. She smiled from ear to ear, and at the same time, she saw a small note next to the lunch box:

I knew you would come and have a good meal.Mu Yang.

"Bookstore" is actually not a real bookstore, but a film and television base in a neighboring province. Its original name was "Shudian", which was a name given by a great writer, which meant "setting an example". The "bookstore" is easy to remember.

Early in the morning, Wenming was sitting in the office, idly scrolling through the map on his mobile phone, and the screen displayed "my location" to "Shudian Film and Television Base", a total of 205 kilometers.

"Alas—" Wenming sighed heavily, and opened the calendar again. It has been two full weeks since Mu Yang went to the "bookstore".

"Ah!—" Wen Wen simply slumped Ge You on the table.

Nothing was found about Mu Yang's shooting incident, and Mu Yang himself was busy filming and there was no movement at all, Wen Wenming felt that he was bored.

"Civilization!" Master Yang Dongliang's voice appeared at the door.

"Here!" Civilization jumped up with a stride.

"Let's go, there is a murder case."

Bilongyuan is a high-end residential area, which belongs to the area that Wenming would never set foot in on weekdays. However, when the police cars roared all the way today, Wenming discovered that there seemed to be a trace of desolation and indifference here.

Wen Wenming and Yang Dongliang went straight to Room 1307 at the scene of the crime, and the leading criminal police were already on the scene to investigate.

"Captain Yang, civilized." Xiao Han from the criminal police team came out of the room with his notebook.

Yang Dongliang waved his hand: "Go to the scene first."

Wenming followed behind, looking at this luxuriously decorated home while walking.The whole home is decorated in European style, with a simple atmosphere, and it is more than 200 square meters by visual inspection.

Crossing the living room and walking straight in, Wen Wen looked over Yang Dongliang's shoulder and saw the crime scene.

A middle-aged man is lying on a sculpture of a knight. The fencing sword in the knight's hand is stabbing the man's heart. The man's head is unnaturally tilted to the right, with a frightened expression on his face.

"The name of the deceased is Shen Duxing, male, 51 years old, responsible editor of Ancient Literature Publishing House. The cause of death was stabbed in the heart by a sharp object. It is speculated that the time of death was between 11:3 p.m. and 49:45 a.m. last night. The first person found at the scene was his His wife Zhao Lanjuan, 6 years old, is the owner of a clothing store. It was her younger brother Zhao Zhu, [-] years old, a post-production special effects artist who called the police. Zhao Lanjuan and Zhao Zhu went out to play with friends a few days ago. They just arrived home at [-] o'clock this morning. Zhao Lanjuan searched and searched but failed to find her husband, but found that the door of the utility room at home was locked, and found the dead man after finding the key to open the door, and then reported the case." Xiao Han reported in a low voice while looking at his notebook.

It was only then that Wen Wen realized that a middle-aged woman was sitting on a chair next to her, she was very jeweled, and was sobbing, and a thin man wearing a fisherman's hat was leaning against the wall, lowering his head and wondering What.

"In addition..." Xiao Han stammered: "Ms. Zhao was emotional when she found the corpse, and she forced Mr. Shen's head away. According to her own and her brother's description, Mr. Shen's head was slightly raised when he found it."

Yang Dongliang nodded, walked in front of Zhao Lanjuan, knelt down and said softly: "Ms. Zhao, please forgive me. My surname is Yang. I am the person in charge of this case. I know you are sad, but we really need to ask, sir Do you have any enemies or close contacts?"

Wenming listened with his ears pricked up, while carefully observing the scene.This is a room that doesn't seem to be used very often. In addition to the knight statue, it is also full of tables, chairs, two dusty bookshelves, a stereo that is thrown on the floor, and a display screen hanging on the wall. , The bookshelf, the table, and the floor are full of books.

"Let's think about it...he probably doesn't have any enemies. He's a good guy in...in the work unit, but he doesn't have many friends, and he doesn't like to talk at home. He has the best relationship with our dog Taibai. The dog fetches things for him, opens the door for him, he cooks for the dog, bathes the dog, plays with the dog... He is closer than my wife, but Taibai lost it when I went for a walk a few days ago. He scolded me badly, and didn't even go on the trip that he agreed to go together. Can you blame me for this, I'm also sad when Taibai is lost... woo..." Zhao Lanjuan buried her face in the hand.

Zhao Zhu added coldly from the side: "It's cold violence."

Yang Dongliang and Wenming glanced at each other, then dragged Xiao Han to another room.

"Captain Yang, I know what you're going to say." Xiao Han spoke first.

"This kind of case is most likely done by an acquaintance. Judging from the situation at the scene, Zhao Lanjuan is the most suspected. She has been treated coldly and violently by her husband for a long time, and she is the first person who discovered it. She even destroyed the scene. I don't know if there is any What are you hiding?" Xiao Han's words made Yang Dongliang and Wenming nod repeatedly.

"But I'm afraid you will be disappointed. We have already checked. Zhao Lanjuan and Zhao Zhu took a red-eye flight last night. They were on the plane from 10:4 p.m. It took two hours to get home by taxi from the airport, but it actually takes two hours from the airport to get here." Xiao Han pursed his lips and spread his hands.

Yang Dongliang and Wenming had nothing to say.

Back at the scene, Wen Wenming and Yang Dongliang continued to look around, Yang Dongliang said to Wen Wenming in a low voice: "But this room is really messy, there are books all over the floor, is it possible that he accidentally slipped and fell?"

Civilization shook his head: "I don't know yet, it's possible."

"Huh? Why is the light in this room broken?"

Wen Wenming and Yang Dongliang looked around, only to see the police officers from the forensics department flicking the switch repeatedly at the door, and Xiao Han looked up at the ceiling.

"It's really not on." Xiao Han nodded to Yang Dongliang affirmatively.

"This room is generally not used. The light broke a few days ago, but it has not been repaired." Zhao Zhu's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Well, I want to ask, why do you know so much about your sister and brother-in-law's house?" Wenming asked calmly.

Zhao Zhu sneered: "Because I also live here, I'm not married, my sister is worried about me, and started asking me to move here a year ago."

Wen Wenming was about to say something else, but Xiao Han's voice suddenly appeared in her ear, startling her: "I see, is it possible that the deceased wanted to take the book on the top shelf, but the light was broken, and the night is too late?" It was too dark to see clearly, and I was not familiar with the terrain of this room, so I accidentally slipped and fell on the sword of the sculpture?"

Wen Wenming quietly took a step back, she was a little uncomfortable with Xiao Han being so close to her: "It's possible what you said, Team Yang said the same just now."

"Let's investigate here first today. Xiaohan stays to collect the team. Ms. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, we will inform you of any news in the future. Please don't leave the capital until the case is cleared. This is a rule, thank you." Yang Dongliang nodded towards Zhao Lanjuan and Zhao Zhu, and left the crime scene with Wenming.

The car back in the game was extremely quiet, and Yang Dongliang took the lead to break the dullness: "Civilization, what do you think?"

Wenming rested his chin, stared at the stained headrests of the front seats, and said slowly, "There are three doubts."

The author has something to say:

Finally started to solve the case!

One thing to declare in advance, all the murder methods in this book are probably not valid, because I made up nonsense... But for the advancement of the plot and my own private wishes, I really want to write the part of solving the case, So please don't get entangled in those inconspicuous modus operandi... After all, all my knowledge of solving crimes comes from Conan and Keigo Higashino.

"Shudian Film and Television Base" is a little evil of mine hahaha, it's interesting in this way.

Wen Wenming: The author is so ruthless that he let Mu Yang and I part for such a long time, hum!

Me: If you dare to complain, you won’t be able to see Mu Yang in the next chapter...

civilization:!