Chapter 1057

"There are... White bones!"

I don't know who shouted.

The people who kept pushing on the table were quiet when they heard it.

Countless eyes followed it, and sure enough, they saw the pile of bloody bones dug out of the Loess!

Ribs, phalanges, skull, foot bones... A panoramic view.

It's terrible!

Those who had grabbed the leader of the Tao Group let go and retreated one after another.

Look scared.

Screaming.

The pottery master was still confused. When he looked back, he also saw the white bones.

His feet softened with surprise.

The palms are cold.

Almost didn't sit on the ground.

Thought: it's over, it's over, it's over completely.

When something like this happened on his own stage, the brilliance of his Zhao family class came to an end.

Song Zhi was pushed back by the crowd again, but the soles of his feet slipped and the whole man fell to the ground.

"Bang dang..."

The bottles and cans in his hands hit the ground.

Soy sauce and salt were sprinkled all over the ground.

It was all dyed on his plain clothes.

A mess!

He didn't seem to notice the white bones on the stage.

Only busy picking up their own "junk" things.

When Ji Yunshu, who has been acting as an audience on the second floor, heard the word "white bone", his sensitive nerve twitched and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

I did.

There was a white bone on that table!

Just as she was about to get up, Jing Rong held her hand and whispered to her, "it has nothing to do with us!"

Signal her to leave it alone!

After all, this is not a big temporary.

Ji Yunshu had to sit quietly.

When the constable on patrol outside heard such a loud noise from the theater, seven or eight rushed in.

"Boss, there is a white bone on it!" Said a small constable.

When the leading Constable saw it, he looked tight and immediately ordered the constable around him: "quickly block this place and no one is allowed to leave."

"Yes!"

Several constables immediately closed the gate of the opera house.

No one is allowed to leave.

The people at the theatre began to stir.

The leading constable was from the government. He was not afraid. He went straight to the white bone and looked.

Squinting his eyes, he asked, "who is in charge here?"

Leader Tao calmed down and came forward trembling: "officer, it's... It's me!"

"Where did the white bone come from?"

"This..."

"What is this? Answer honestly!"

"I don't know!" Tao leader panicked, looked at master Tang of the troupe and asked urgently, "what's going on?"

Master Tang shook his head: "I don't know... How can a pile of white bones come out of the good loess?" Instead, he pointed to Xiaoqu, "she found it first."

Ghost lady Xiaoqu has been helped up, but the whole person shrinks in the arms of a little girl.

She wept in a low voice.

Shivering all over.

The master of the pottery class asked her with a surprised look on his face, "Xiaoqu, what's the matter with this white bone?"

Xiaoqu sobbed and looked away: "I don't... know, I... Only see that finger."

The leading constable's eyes narrowed deeper. He simply squatted down and looked carefully. He muttered in his hand, "they have become a pile of white bones, and I don't know who died?"

Someone in the troupe had sharp eyes, saw the finger and said, "this... This is Wang Jun."

"Wang Jun?"

"There is a cross shaped scar on Wang Jun's middle finger, and there is a black birthmark next to his fingernail. You see, there is on that finger."

The pottery troupe leader and the troupe took a closer look.

Sure enough!

"Yes, it's Wang Jun."

The leading Constable asked, "who is Wang Jun?"

"It's the right thing about our play. I haven't seen anyone today. Unexpectedly... I'm dead."

It's so strange!

The people in the theatre were surprised.

My back feels cold.

At this time, the little Constable came up and asked the leading Constable: "boss, what should I do now?"

"Go and inform the county magistrate first." er

"Yes!"

During the period when the little Constable went to inform the county magistrate, the leading Constable also asked the rest of his men to check with the people of the troupe one by one.

Also questioned those who came to the theatre.

See if there's anything suspicious.

At this meeting, Song Zhi had picked up all the things he had knocked over one by one before he found that there was a homicide here.

He was very calm and sat aside silently with his things.

Several constables went up to the second floor.

Seeing Jing Rong, Ji Yunshu and others wearing Da Lin's clothes, they came forward and asked, "who are you?"

Jingrong raised his eyebrows and replied, "businessmen who come here to do business."

"Be clear."

Jingrong turned the teacup in his hand and hooked the corner of his lips: "Sir, we are all serious businessmen in the silk business. I heard that there is a famous play in Yiwu called ghost mother burying husband, so I'll come and have a look when I have time tonight."

"Just these?"

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the inn where we live."

The little Constable also disliked the trouble and pointed to the topic: "the dead man's name is Wang Jun, do you recognize him?"

"Never met."

"Really don't know?" The constable's tone is not good.

Obviously, there is regional discrimination!

Jing Rong's patience was polished, and a sharp look crossed the constable.

The constable's liver trembled, swallowed his saliva, took two steps back and said, "well... Don't walk around until the matter is clear."

Then he went to ask others.

Ji Yunshu kept staring at the white bones on the stage, and his eyes sank for a few minutes.

Bai Yin raised her eyebrows and said, "it seems that if we don't find out today, I'm afraid we can't go either."

At this time, Yiwu county officials came.

The county official's surname is Zhuo. He is in his forties and has been an official here for more than ten years.

The leading Constable hurried forward to report the situation.

After hearing this, the county magistrate asked, "is the deceased Wang Jun?"

"According to the scars and birthmarks on that phalanx, the people in the troupe are sure to be Wang Jun."

"Have all the people in the play book checked one by one?"

"Yes, I said that Wang Jun left the troupe yesterday afternoon, and there has been no one since, so Xiaosheng has changed his role."

There seems to be no other clue!

The leader of the pottery class came over and said, "Sir, you must find out the murderer! Wang Jun usually lives in peace, doesn't like gambling, doesn't like drinking, and is a good man. He doesn't have an enemy at all, but if today's man dies so miserably, you must decide for him!"

Lord Zhuo looked serious: "who was the last to see Wang Jun?"

"It's me." A clown came out.

Lord Zhuo asked, "when is it?"

"It was late yesterday."

"What was Wang Jun doing then?"

The clown said, "after rehearsal, he said he wanted to go out for a walk, and I didn't ask much."

"Are you sure it's the end of the hour?"

"Small sure."

Suddenly——

Someone at the bottom said, "I saw Wang Jun last night."

Huh?

People's eyes looked one after another.

An old man came to the theatre and said, "at the end of Xu hour yesterday, I saw Wang Jun running out of Song Zhi's house in a hurry, and Song Zhi was chasing him."

Song Zhi?

The troupe was in an uproar.

Song Zhi, who had packed up his things and sat aside, was stunned, but he didn't respond much. He stood up innocently and said, "Oh! Wang Jun did come to me last night."