The whole company draws lots online, and the variety show is lined up

"Don't rush to argue, whether you are right or wrong, wait for me to finish speaking."

Wen Chen waved his hand, stopping Wu Hanzi from making any excuses.

His gentle voice echoed in this magnificent place, bringing a calming atmosphere.

"From Bai Haiwang's phone, we learned that Jiang Xiaohua would reply to him from time to time, but after 10:50, no messages were sent.

The villa is neither big nor small. Wu Hanzi's room is located at the end of the second floor, while Jiang Xiaohua's room is at the stairs.

We have experimented and found that if Miss Jiang is conscious and has not gone anywhere else, it will take less than three minutes to get there."

In order to help everyone understand better, he simply drew a map of Jiang Xiaobe's actions on the whiteboard.

A simple stick figure with a bow tie walks on a topographic map drawn on a board, its long arms and legs dancing like an epileptic.

Song Chuyi and the others twitched their lips a few times. If they hadn't watched Wen Chen draw this style, it would have been totally inconsistent with the style of a gentleman and polite person.

Li Jing couldn't bear to watch it. Before going on the show, she even reminded Wen Chen not to show his paintings.

I also had to participate in a variety show this time, and I was so nervous that I only remembered to memorize the script and forgot to remind him.

It’s not that his paintings are bad, it’s just that they are too cute and too low quality.

[Diary of a stall owner: Oh my god, it turns out that Brother Chen, who looks serious, can draw so cutely?]

【The City That Never Sleeps: As an original fan of Chen Ge, I silently hold the first autograph, proud and silent.】

[Studying accounting: Hahahaha, I also have a copy of Brother Chen’s autograph, and I paid a high price for it. The little stick figure on it has bangs, and it is said to be a self-portrait of Wen Chen. ]

[Huahuashijie: Wow, I’m so envious. We didn’t draw pictures for the fan autographs later on. I guess we were sanctioned by our agent.]

"Pfft!"

Seeing the serious faces of the others, Zhu Ping'an tried to hold back his laughter for a long time but finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Her laughter interrupted the whole process, as if a domino had been knocked down, and there were bursts of laughter one after another.

Wen Chen was still standing there, writing seriously with a marker in his hand, not knowing what the others were laughing at.

He waited until the others had stopped laughing before continuing, fulfilling his duties as a detective.

"Now, through Wu Hanzi's oral statement, it has been confirmed that Jiang Xiaohua took the laxative.

So, in such a short period of time, is there any possibility that Jiang Xiaohua would touch something she is allergic to, causing her to take anti-allergic drugs, which would trigger the following series of symptoms?"

Wen Chen's face was full of confusion, and the guess in his mind was vague and almost about to burst out.

“This crime is similar to Wu Hanzi’s, and almost like a prank.

If Jiang Xiaohua always has anti-allergic drugs on hand, it means she suffers from frequent allergies. Almost everyone around her knows about it, and maybe they just want to play a prank on her and make her look bad.

But no one expected that she had taken laxatives before, which caused another complication and led to the death of Jiang Xiaohua.

But who knows that School Beauty Jiang is allergic?"

Wen Chen's voice became softer and softer, almost inaudible, as if he was muttering to himself.

Others may not have heard it, but Mo Hepu, who controlled the rhythm of the variety show, heard Wen Chen's words clearly through the microphone in the backstage of the program crew.

He knew clearly that it was time to wrap up.

Time flies when they are busy, and those who are immersed in the recording may not notice it. After all, if they are hungry or greedy, there are snacks around to fill their stomachs.

Their staff can't do that. They have to keep an eye on them all the time. Their stomachs are growling with hunger now.

Wen Chen was expressing his ideas and discussing them with everyone when the music in the villa started playing.

(Now we are entering the final voting phase, players will vote individually one by one, and are not allowed to discuss the voting results with each other before the voting results are announced.)

Didn't you see that Wu Hanzi and Zhu Lianhua were sweating profusely?

Although there are many possibilities, there are only a few that actually meet the requirements.

If the director doesn't save the situation, and the discussion continues, I guess everyone will be exposed!

One person enters the voting room and votes according to the order of rock-paper-scissors.

The voting room was converted from a utility room. It was airtight. Apart from the white walls visible to the naked eye, there was a bronze box inside.

The boxes are the size of a person's height, and each box has the name of each suspect written on it.

There is also an iron pipe standing upright inside the box. The iron pipe is in the shape of a crutch, and the horizontal side is much longer than a normal crutch.

Song Chuyi came in confused, holding two handcuffs, and stood in the voting room hesitating for a long time.

She felt that her brain, which was already not working well, became even less useful on this brain-demanding program.

Song Chuyi barely understood half of what Wen Chen had discussed before. Looking at the box in front of her with everyone's names written on it, she fell into deep thought.

If netizens hadn’t seen the barrage of comments floating around on the variety show, they would have thought it was stuck.

The post-production staff sped up the video for Song Chuyi and finally fast-forwarded to the time when she voted in a short time.

Song Chuyi's mind was a mess and she couldn't figure out the answer. She became impatient and wanted to just vote randomly.

Wu Hanzi is the must-choose, no doubt about that, but as for the other person, it seems like everyone has been with Jiang Xiaobelle for some time, so they are all suspicious.

Anyway, she is not like that. She tilted her head, and the green ribbon of her hair fell down to her shoulders, highlighting her innocence.

No matter how stupid the action was, it could be forgiven when you saw her face.

"Whatever, just go with your instinct."

Song Chuyi randomly found a voting bucket and threw her ballot into it, completely ignoring the iron pipe inside where she was handcuffed.

Tieguanzi: ...My mother tongue is speechless.

Voting Bucket: (His stomach is hit by the handcuffs.) Didn’t you see how big the iron pipe in my stomach has grown? (..???..)

Wu Xi entered the voting room. He was wearing a red suit and paced back and forth with his hands in his pockets, thinking.

The third search was done alone, which was more lonely than the previous searches when everyone was in a team, but occasionally being quiet can help with thinking and finding unexpected things.

However, he is already a prisoner and does not need to consider this. In addition, through the styling design, he has already developed a tacit understanding with his partner. Now the key is to see how the final vote control will be.

He took a strand of hair from his neck and twirled it in his hands, staring blankly at a certain spot.

Although he looked dazed, he was actually brainstorming in his mind, imagining the possibilities of several people voting, hoping that by making an effort, he could get a glimmer of victory.