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

Chapter 163: Mystery Case (3) - Repair Shop Murder (15)

After she said this, Employee Wen had even more to say. He rolled his eyes and patted the table.

"I'm a reporter, just undercover. Although the repair shop doesn't pay me, my original unit still pays me.

I'm not that anxious. As for asking the factory director for money, isn't it because my master is short of money?

I’m doing this for my master!”

The warm employee blinked his eyes hard, but he was not a professional and could not learn how to shed tears in just a few seconds.

Unable to squeeze out any tears, I covered my face with my hands and just made fake crying sounds.

His eyes were bloodshot because he didn't close them tightly enough. But when he took his hands away, it did seem to be the case.

Wu Xiuli pointed at himself in confusion. He had never heard Employee Wen talk about this.

After all, they were all casual acquaintances. Although they were master and apprentice in name, modern times were different from ancient times where there was no custom of "once a teacher, a father for life."

Who knows if employee Wen just made up an excuse and put the money in his own pocket? He won't take the blame for this.

"I haven't heard you talk about this?!"

Wu Xiuli was shocked and frightened, and kept waving his hands to distance himself from the matter. His hasty actions dispelled the suspicion of several people who had turned their attention to Wen's words.

"Isn't it coming yet? I want to give you a surprise, I'll tell you when it's coming."

Employee Wen touched his head a little embarrassedly and said with a grin.

"This surprise is really surprising! I can't get back the money I lent to the factory director.

Oh, that's not right, Mrs. Li, you are a legal couple after all, and you are obliged to repay the debt he owes."

Wu Xiuli spoke to Employee Wen in silence, and halfway through he seemed to have thought of something and turned to face Li's wife.

Mrs. Li folded her hands, raised her chin towards her lover Song, and spoke in a sharp and paranoid tone.

"Oh! We are a legal couple, but I didn't get a penny of the money! Don't think you can pick on the weak. Isn't my lover Song, who got the money, still here?"

Wu Xiuli looked at Song Qingren. She lowered her head silently, pretending to look at the notebook in her hand. Her attitude towards the factory director's debt was clear at a glance.

Li's wife watched coldly and sneered.

【Happy New Year: Wow, what a big show!】

[Zhang Wei Studio: As a lawyer, in this case, the property given to the mistress can still be recovered as long as Li's wife can prove that it is the common property of the couple.]

[Xianyu doesn't want to work: What's there to argue about? Just call the police and arrest these two scammers!]

【Moonlight Shining: From this point of view, Wu Xiuli seems to be the most innocent. He was in a hurry to get the money. Now I guess no one has the money or is willing to pay him back.】

The scene fell into a terrible silence again, and Detective Jiang hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

"Ahem, the discussion time is almost over. I'm going to cast the first vote."

As a person who is not socially anxious, she would become socially anxious in this atmosphere.

I have to say that everyone's acting is really good. 〔Jiang Jiao, who rarely participates in such an open script-killing show, is crying and covering her handkerchief with her hands in her heart~〕(*?????)

Wu Xiuli, who was sitting in the corner, stood up silently and sorted out the messy photos in his hands on the table.

The evidence photo in his hand made a crisp clicking sound, causing Detective Jiang to look back in confusion.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

Wu Xiuli knew that if he didn't stand up, Jiang Jiao, who was working as a detective for the first time, would probably forget him completely.

"Ah! Sorry! I forgot."

Detective Jiang almost collapsed when he saw this, and covered his head with his hands. He was about to walk towards the voting room, but he bowed to him 90 degrees in panic.

Wu Xiuli, who was treated with such great courtesy by the detective, had an expressionless face and his mood was unrecognizable, but his body, which unconsciously took half a step back, had already revealed his thoughts.

If Wu Xiuli hadn't stepped forward himself, the scene between the two of them acting back and forth would have made Detective Jiang a mess.

She felt that time was passing extremely slowly, her head was in a mess, and she was so dizzy that she couldn't even remember the evidence.

At this moment, Detective Jiang felt that if there was a crack in the ground next to him, he would want to crawl into it to escape reality.

She knew very well that as an unscrupulous and unscrupulous boss, he would definitely edit this joke out to make her publicly dead.

Look, this part was included completely in this episode of the variety show without any omissions.

Jiang Jiao was watching this episode of the variety show at home. When she looked at the number of views, she couldn't help but punch the pillow on the sofa in exhaustion.

It seems that this pillow is a substitute for the boss himself.

Pillow: Is there anyone who can speak up for me? I didn't do anything wrong, why should I be beaten? (T^T)

Jiang Jiao (glancing at the pillow): Guess why I want to hit you? It’s because real people can’t do it! After all, workers still have to eat. (? ′? ? `? )

Lying limply on the sofa at home with her head resting on the pillow that had just been beaten, Jiang Jiao recalled her performance in the next few episodes of the show.

She opened the bank card records on her mobile phone and looked at the salary paid by her boss on the card again and again. It took her a long while to let out a sigh from her chest.

"Great job! Just think of it as selling your own dark history for money."

The first sentence is a naked irony, and the second sentence is more like self-consolation of acceptance of the current situation rather than helplessness.

Of course, this is all a story for the future. They are still recording now.

The amount of evidence in Wu Xiuli's hand is not too much, but not too little either.

However, compared with the explosive and bloody evidence of the other people, it is much more tame.

A photo was taped to the whiteboard, showing a black baseball bat.

Because it is a black stick, I don’t know if it is water or something else on the stick, and it is hard to see in the photo.

The first impression given to the naked eye is that under the light, the stick appears to be particularly shiny and glossy, as if it is made of very high-quality material.

Wu Xiuli had a stern face. Compared with the smiling faces of the others, his expression was very serious.

“There was blood on this baseball bat, and I wiped it with my hands and a tissue, and it was red blood.

If possible, I hope the detective can work with your friend to check whether the bloodstains match the autopsy report by the factory director."

Wu Xiuli followed up on what he had said and attached the tissue with red ink marks directly under the photo of the baseball bat with a magnet.