My system chooses to create an entertainment empire by itself

Chapter 18 Start

The photography base is a huge diamond-shaped building.

However, there seems to be no one coming and going today, probably because the place has been rented out by the production team.

Inside the building is an extremely wide space.

A wall was temporarily built in the center of the space, and I don't know what it was for.

The director team was just outside the wall, and they didn't come to say hello.

After the director's assistant left for a while, he took out an envelope and handed it to Yan Zhi.

The envelope is dark with a touch of blood red. If it is paired with Yin music, it may have a slightly scary atmosphere.

"Is this a mission card?"

Yan Zhi opened the envelope, and there was indeed a mission card inside.

[Task: Your identity is an associate professor of the Department of Physics, and the task is to use known conditions to deduce the process of the case. 】

In a simple sentence, it is a little different from what Yan Zhi thought.

What is an associate professor in the Department of Physics, isn't he a detective?

But don't detectives only need to find the real culprit?When did the whole rollout process start?

But it feels quite interesting.

Yan Zhi glanced at the task card habitually, and suddenly found a string of small words at the bottom: According to the plot.

What is this ghost?

Yan Zhi turned to look at the director's assistant: "Where are we going next?"

The director's assistant led him to one side of the wall.

Only then did he notice that there was a door on the wall, but there was only one door on this side, and the name of the door was "Professor Yan".

Yan Zhi pushed open the door, and inside the door was a research institute with some clumsy glass instruments.

Some instruments are still leaking. I don't know what the audience will think when they see this variety show.

Of course, there is also a bed.

It’s just that the bed and the research institute are put together so that people can’t tell whether this is a home or a research institute. From this, it can be roughly concluded that this professor loves research very much.

Yan Zhi entered the door and threw himself on the bed and rolled around a few times before getting up.

He seemed very melancholy: "This professor's bed is hard, which proves that his waist is not good."

At this time, the assistant to the director said: "Mr. Yan Zhi, I didn't ask you to reason about yourself."

"Oh, is that so? So I'm a professor. I'm sorry, but the part just cut off, my waist is actually very good."

Yan Zhi suddenly covered the camera with his hands.

Fortunately, the video camera brother practiced his legs when he was doing this job. He backed up quickly, and Yan Zhi didn't catch up at all.

After playing around for a while, Yan Zhicai noticed the writing on the wall.

[The room will judge your behavior every morning, and your behavior may trigger new clues. You have seven days to launch the crime process, and you will win if you reach 90.00%.

During the day you can go to other rooms to find clues. 】

There is a quaint table under the wall, I don’t know where I found it, when Yan Zhi saw it, he even thought it was from a school more than ten years ago.

Because to say that simplicity is just modesty, a layer of white ash has already grown on the table.

There was a file bag on the table, Yan Zhi walked over and opened it.

【The victim was found by the river, his body was naked, his shoes and socks were taken off, and his face was brutally disfigured.There were strangle marks on the neck, the fingers were completely charred, and the fingerprints were destroyed.There's a stolen bicycle nearby.

A bicycle tire was deliberately punctured with a nail.

The suspect has now been identified as the victim’s ex-wife]

After watching it, he thought about it in his heart, and then said to the camera: "The program crew told me, but it seems they didn't tell me. Is this why I'm going to find the ex-wife of the so-called victim?"

Then he rushed out.

The cameraman quickly followed, but Yan Zhi stopped suddenly, and he also stopped.

Yan Zhi turned his head and asked the cameraman: "Well, do you know where the suspect's ex-wife is?"

The photography brother freed up a finger to point in the direction, but before he could speak, Yan Zhi suddenly said, "Take me there."

The cameraman walked up and was pulled back by the director's assistant before he realized what it was.

He goes to the front to lead the way, who will take pictures of Yan Zhi?

The assistant director had no choice but to step forward and lead the way.

Turning a corner, I came to another wall. There were two doors on this wall, one was called "Suspect Miss Wang" and the other was called "Mathematical Genius Chen Tiancai".

Yan Zhi couldn't help but said: "Your show is really good. Someone will tell others that she is a suspect on the door of their own house, and the other even claims to be a math genius."

After speaking, he pushed open the door of the suspect, Ms. Wang. The room was much smaller than his room, without even a bed, just a cabinet, a long table and two chairs.

If you want to sleep, you can only sleep on the table.

Miss Wang was sitting on a chair, when she saw Yan Zhi, she came up to say hello: "Hello, Mr. Yan Zhi."

"Mr. Yan Zhi?" Yan Zhi immediately showed sharp eyes: "You call me Mr. Yan Zhi?"

"What's the matter? Is there any problem?" Miss Wang asked in a daze.

"There is a problem, and it's a big problem. Obviously I'm the detective, so I know your information. But obviously I haven't seen you before, but you know my name."

Yan Zhi shook his head: "Are you suspects still playing anti-reconnaissance? Then your problem is even bigger."

After he finished speaking, he himself laughed, and Ms. Wang was taken aback by what was said, and also laughed.

"This is a variety show, sir." Ms. Wang couldn't help reminding.

But Yan Zhi's expression became serious after hearing this: "No, since I came in, this is no longer a variety show."

"Then what is this?"

"This is an annual suspense drama."

"."

Yan Zhi sat on the chair opposite to Miss Wang, this chair was directly opposite to Miss Wang, as if it was prepared for him.

Yan Zhi regained his composure, squinted his eyes slightly and asked, "Do you know that your ex-husband is dead?"

"Ex-husband? Uh... what's going on?" Miss Wang asked in surprise when she entered the state.

"Very good!" Yan Zhi said suddenly.

Then Ms. Wang couldn't go on acting, she laughed.

"Hey, hey, what are you laughing at?"

"What's the matter with you? Why did you say 'very good'?"

"I'm just saying that your answer is very good, because I can't see any flaws." Yan Zhi stared at Miss Wang.

"Haha, that's what it is."

"You are the murderer, right?" Yan Zhi suddenly asked coldly.

"What?" Miss Wang was startled and stood up.

"You killed your ex-husband, didn't you!" Yan Zhi pointed at Miss Wang and said.

"Who are you?" Miss Wang sat down again.

"Okay, I'm sure, you are the murderer, that's what a murderer usually asks when they are discovered." Yan Zhi's eyes were burning.

"No, you forgot to introduce yourself when you first came here."

"."

Yan Zhi coughed twice and realized something: "Don't you know me? I still need to introduce myself?"

"I don't know your identity in the variety show, detective?"

"Hmph, okay. Let me introduce myself. I'm an associate professor in the Department of Physics. You can call me Professor Yan."

"Professor? Why does a professor have so many things? When can a physics professor come to investigate the case? Let me tell you, if you don't leave now, I will call the police for illegal house invasion."

Where did Yan Zhi think that Ms. Wang would say that, he thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was true.

How could he be a professor to investigate the case?
He couldn't help but ask the assistant director behind him: "I don't have another identity?"

The director's assistant whispered: "You need to find it yourself."

Yan Zhi immediately cupped his hands: "Farewell, farewell."

　There will probably be a lot of changes ahead, and the rest will be very tiring.But it’s a holiday and I have a lot of time, so it doesn’t matter.Alas, my writing skills are still too stretched. If my writing skills were better, maybe this wouldn't be the case.In fact, I also prepared the protagonist’s epic social death and jumping into the river later, but I probably won’t be able to use it now.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)