Chapter 1070

How is the play book written?

When Ji Yunshu asked this question, Song Zhi was stunned.

I seem to feel a little unreasonable about this problem.

Song Zhi said, "nature is written with a pen."

ChangChun!

This is a straight man, no doubt.

Ji Yunshu took a few black lines on his forehead and said, "I mean, where does the story in this play come from?"

"Oh, that's what you're asking! Naturally, I came up with this story."

"Such a coincidence?"

"I know what childe means. Do you doubt song?"

"Just ask."

Song Zhi sighed: "there are many coincidences in this world. Besides, I didn't know Wang Jun or Zhao Zhuang'er before writing the play book. Their story, let alone know," ghost mother burying husband "is a complete coincidence in an accident."

If song Zhizhen doesn't know Wang Jun, the story has nothing to do with Wang Jun.

But is it really a coincidence?

Is that a bit of a coincidence?

And how did you hit all the coincidences by yourself?

Ji Yunshu thought for a moment and solemnly told him, "son song, if you know anything, you must tell me. It should also be to get rid of your sin." Song Zhi said seriously, "young master, song never lied. This script has nothing to do with Wang Jun, and I'm not the murderer of him. At the moment, I'm confused! Why did I write that Wang Jun's bones were buried under the loess, and the murderer really buried Wang Jun's bones there, which made me misunderstood and sit here

Prison. "

Innocent.

"Then... Where did you get the inspiration of ghost mother burying husband?"

"It seems that you still don't believe me." Song Zhi is sad.

Ji Yunshu said to him, "I don't believe you, but the case is complex. If you don't make it clear, how can I help you?" "Yes, yes..." Song Zhi stepped back two steps and sighed, "To tell you the truth, Mr. Song has been writing a play book for five years. He has always been like a knee to the grass pond. He can't be high or low. He has lived a meal without food. Some time ago, I made up my mind to write it again for the last time, so I locked myself in the house for a few days and wanted to find a good story, but I had no thoughts! Until one night, I opened the window and looked at a house in the distance People with lights unknowingly have a vague story in their mind. Only after careful consideration can they have it《

Ghost mother buries husband. I went to the headmaster with my last hope. I never thought that the play was finally liked by the headmaster Tao. "

Inspiration is hard to say!

Often you can't sprout a bud if you want to break your head, but as soon as you go out and blow a gust of wind, inspiration blooms and bears in your mind like a spring.

Ji Yunshu looked at Song Zhi's bitter and gentle appearance and didn't want to lie.

Maybe he really has nothing to do with it!

But the murderer just took advantage of the "ghost lady burying her husband" in the play.

It happened that Song Zhi was implicated.

Ji Yunshu thought for a while and asked, "can you repeat the process of Wang Jun looking for you?" Song Zhi nodded and sighed, Start remembering: "As soon as I got home that night, Wang Jun knocked on the door and said he had something important to talk to me, so I invited him in. He praised me for how well my play book was written. At that time, he didn't seem to think the story in the play book was similar to his experience. Of course, he didn't mention his relationship with Zhao Zhuang'er and Shuiyan to me. After the meeting, he talked about the business , he said that he was worried that the younger generation would squeeze in and rob him of his new role, so he hoped that my next play book would be written based on him, and he would retire when he made more money. Naturally, I don't agree. After all, what I want to write a play book is what I think in my heart and mind. How can I write it specifically for others? Later, he shoved the burden on me. He left before I refused. I chased him with the burden for some time, but I couldn't catch up! Only

I watched him go away and disappear into the night, so I folded it home and waited for the next day to return those clothes to him. "

He wrote a book and spoke in an orderly manner.

Clear!

Ji Yunshu: "what about the next day?"

Song Zhi: "the next day I went to the opera house."

"Details." "Oh." Song Zhi began to think hard again, "When I arrived at the opera house that day, I was stopped by a big brother dressed as a clown. He said that Wang Jun was gone and the new actor might change at night. I didn't say anything to him. He left first when he had something to do. He just said to let me walk around the backstage. I walked around the backstage for a few times, and no one noticed me. I was busy with my own business. It happened that I saw someone carrying me When they came in with the loess to be used in the evening, they asked a few questions. They said that the last scene before "ghost mother buries husband" used fake mud, but for the sake of authenticity, Ben

The Lord plans to use real mud, but I haven't even touched it, let alone bury white bones in it. "

"And then?"

"Then I went to Wang Jun's dressing room. I put the baggage under the table, but I was worried that Wang Jun couldn't see it, so I put it on the table, and then left without staying."

"Is there a witness?"

"No!" Song Zhi sighed.

Ji Yunshu recalled his words in his mind, hoping to think of the details of what justified Song Zhi!

Song Zhi's gentle and tired eyes stared at her and felt that the little childe in front of him was really good-looking.

He is white and clean, has elegant manners, and speaks softly.

What a man!

If she is a woman, some people will believe it.

But if it's a woman, why wear men's clothes? Isn't it strange?

This is not to blame for Song Zhi's thought. After all, straight men have cancer like this.

He suddenly realized that his eyes on Ji Yunshu were strange, so he quickly took them back.

Ji Yunshu thought about it, but he didn't find anything unusual in Song Zhi's words, so he sighed: "what can be determined now is that the murderer had a grudge with Wang Jun and Zhao Zhuang'er, so he would dig out Zhao Zhuang'er's bones after killing Wang Jun."

Song Zhi then said, "I have no grievance or hatred with him! I don't know him!"

"If you didn't lie, you wouldn't be the killer."

"Although I am poor and have a lighter temper, I never lie. What I said is absolutely true." Ji Yunshu: "I believe you are useless. Even if the reason why Wang Jun went to you can be said, the burden has not been found yet. Lord Zhuo concluded that the skeleton was in your burden at that time. Although the identity of the murderer has been reduced, you are still a suspect. You haven't found out before

, Lord Zhuo won't let you go. But don't worry. Lord Zhuo won't kill you until the case is clear. You can stay in prison. " That's good!