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

When classmate Song heard his answer, he became a little suspicious. He was not a normal person to begin with, so who knew what he did during this time? Who could prove that he really went to the toilet?

"Ten minutes? Does it take that long for a boy to go to the bathroom?"

Hearing what classmate Song said, Bai Xishengfan was speechless and couldn't help rolling his eyes. There was a rare hint of helplessness in his raised tone.

"Is it okay if I have diarrhea? Sister!"

"Pfft!"

The weird atmosphere that was previously created by Bai's fans' superb acting skills was broken by his words.

Everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter. This was a really spicy question.

[Weifenglinlin: I raise my hand to prove that it is true that boys only need a short time to go to the toilet. But the time of diarrhea is definitely different from person to person, after all, some people have long poops and some have short poops. ]

[Red scarf is bright again: Damn! Can't there be a high-energy warning? I am watching this variety show as a meal. I don't know whether I should eat it or not. ]

[Minghu Bay Park: Same as above, but I am a forensic doctor, so this is just a side dish for me. We can eat well when faced with real objects, so words are nothing!]

[Respect you for being a man: 666, I admire you, I respect and worship you!]

After receiving the answer from Bai's fan, Song smiled awkwardly.

Her brain seemed to be coming back, but not much.

Their actions actually diverted the topic.

For the final vote, after a few simple sentences, the topic of discussion finally turned back and asked the last person - You Zawu.

"From the surveillance camera's perspective, I saw that you went in another direction. This is consistent with your statement, but is it possible that you sneaked back from another angle that the surveillance camera could not see?

After all, you often run around in theaters, so you should be familiar with the routes and blind spots here."

This time it was Senior Jiang who asked Youzawu questions. She had a focused look in her eyes and was writing and drawing on her notebook, as if she was recording something. She looked extremely serious.

Mu Kunyou, who was sitting next to her, wanted to copy the answers, so he secretly moved closer to take a peek. When he saw the contents on her notebook, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Oh my god, no one is reliable!

Don’t be fooled by Jiang Jiao’s serious appearance now, because actually her notebook is full of scribbles.

Mu Kunyou’s eyesight was pretty good, and he could even see Jiang Jiao’s inner complaints in the notebook.

[It’s too difficult! Destroy it! My brain is going to stop working!]

Haha, Mu Kunyou was crying wide noodles tears in his heart, his mood was not much better than what Senior Jiang thought.

Being a detective is so hard! Being a detective with a sense of presence is even harder! (???)

Even if they are hesitant and struggling in their hearts, the voting time will not be paused, and the time will count down little by little as they discuss.

Tianyin's voice rang out in the hall, and their recording of this episode came to an end.

[Red Line Silk Button: I feel confused. It seems that after this discussion, no one seems to be suspected of committing a crime? 】

[Tomatoes are delicious: I am almost sleepy after watching this. Who is the murderer? Oh, never mind, let me make a blind guess. I guess it is the sundries. ]

[Unchanged original intention: Then I guess Mr. Wen, sometimes the person who is least suspicious is the one with the biggest problem. ]

【Sand tangerines are not sweet and don’t cost money: Then I guess it’s just a white stalker fan. You can’t think about abnormal people with normal thinking. Maybe others use the time for diarrhea to commit crimes. 】

[Hyacinth's words: Then I will just step on a detective. I suspect that the detective was bored and killed Zhu Tian'e, planning today's case so that he could have someone to spend time with.]

[Zhuzhu Handicraft Workshop: Are you serious? Stop joking, okay? (???;)]

【Fish Oil Vitamins: Now that you mention it, I suddenly feel like the detective is a suspect, after all, he is the one who is most innocence.】

Mu Kunyou was standing in the voting room, pacing back and forth with handcuffs in his hand. He had no idea that the netizens watching the variety show were so dishonest as to pin the suspicion of murderer on him.

I have to say that voting is the time when you are most unsure about how to make a decision.

If the venue is not changed, after several recording sessions, the floor of the voting room will be worn smooth by the restless footsteps of the people.

He pursed his lips before making a decision. In order to prevent himself from regretting it the next moment, he threw it into the box in one go.

As a newcomer, Jiang Jiao did not have the experience that others had in the previous episode, so she seemed particularly curious.

He first took the handcuffs, looked them up and down in his hands, weighed the weight of the handcuffs, and then nodded with satisfaction for some reason.

She was not in a hurry to vote. She put her handcuffed hands behind her back and began to stop in front of the ballot boxes with other people's names written on them.

"This is my name. I am a wounded person, definitely not a murderer."

She shook her head and moved to the next box.

"This belongs to a white sasaeng fan. Although he is mentally ill, based on the current clues about his motive, it seems that he did not have the time to commit the crime. Although it is very suspicious, let's rule it out for now!"

Jiang Jiao curled her lips and walked to the next box.

"This is Mr. Wen. As my relative, I cannot agree with his behavior. Moreover, with his selfish character, it is simply unrealistic for him to do such a thing for me. It is almost like a dream."

She shook her head again and moved on to the next box.

"By sundries. Tsk, it's hard to say what this character is."

Jiang Jiao blinked her eyes and tilted her head, thinking about something.

After a few minutes, he raised his hand and threw the handcuffs in his hand into the box in front of him.

After she left, the next person to come in was Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi walked with cheerful steps, jumping up and down, his face filled with a happy smile.

As to whether it was because of the confidence in the murderer who voted for him or because of the excitement of being able to leave work, it is unknown.

She voted as quickly as ever, without getting too hung up on it, simply and clearly.

When Bai Menggui was standing in the voting room, his spirit was still in the dimension of a stalker fan, and he was laughing in a very perverted way.

“I vote for Youzawu. As a fellow lunatic, I can empathize with her thoughts. So hehe… I vote for her. ??? ?(?ˉ???ˉ???)?””

It's a perverted idea, and normal people would guess it.

Teacher Wen walked in with a thoughtful look on his face. He took the handcuffs with a sad face, and he looked like he was carrying something on his back.

His limbs felt incredibly heavy, and if there were no strings hanging from his body, he would have been no different from a puppet.

"Ugh!"

He sighed heavily, with a fearless feeling of a hero sacrificing his life bravely.