Bone Painting Coroner

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Bone Painting!How was the script written?

When Ji Yunshu asked this question, Song Zhi froze for a moment.

It seems to be a little unreasonable about this issue.

Song Zhi said: "Naturally it was written with a pen."

Heaven!

This is a straight man, no doubt.

Several black lines appeared on Ji Yunshu's forehead, saying, "I mean, where did the story in this play come from."

"Oh, you are asking this! I naturally came up with this story."

"So coincidental?"

"I know the meaning of the son, do you doubt Song?"

"Just ask."

Song Zhi sighed: "There are a lot of coincidences in this world, not to mention that I didn't know Wang Jun or Zhao Zhuang'er before writing the script, let alone know their story, "Ghost Nirvana" is completely It was an accidental coincidence."

If Song Zhi really does not know Wang Jun, then this story has nothing to do with Wang Jun.

But, what a coincidence?

Would it be too coincidental?

And why are all the coincidences hit by you Song Zhi alone?

Ji Yunshu thought for a moment, and solemnly told him: "Song son, if you know something, you must tell me, but also to escape sin for yourself." Song Zhi said seriously: "Son, Song never lie, this The playbook really has nothing to do with Wang Jun, and I am not the murderer who killed him. At this moment, I am also confused! Why did I write that the bones were buried under the loess, and the murderer really buried the bones of Wang Jun in there, causing me to be Misunderstanding, sitting on this injustice

prison."

Very innocent.

"Then... Where did you get the inspiration for "Ghost Nirvana"?"

"It seems that the son still doesn't believe me." Song Zhi was sad.

Ji Yunshu said to him, "I don't believe you, but the case is complicated. If you don't make it clear, how can I help you?" "Also, also..." Song Zhi took two steps back and looked down with emotion, " Don’t hide my son, Song Mou has been writing a playbook for five years, and has been like a knee-jerk pool. He has never been able to achieve high or low levels. He has lived a day without a meal and has no food to eat. Some time ago, I fell down Determined to write the last time, I closed myself in the house for a few days, trying to find a good story, but I had no thoughts! Until one night, I opened the window and looked at a house with lights in the distance, Unconsciously, a vague story popped up in my mind, and I thought about it more carefully.

Ghost Nirvana.I was looking for the boss with the last hope, but I never thought that this play was finally watched by the Tao master."

This kind of inspiration is really hard to say!

Often when you want to break your head, there is no bud, but when you go out to blow a gust of wind, the inspiration will bloom like a spring in your mind.

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

Perhaps he really has nothing to do with this matter!

It's just that the murderer just took advantage of the point of the ghost ghost funeral in the play.

It happened that Song Zhi was tired.

Ji Yunshu pondered for a while, and then asked, "Can you repeat the process of Wang Jun looking for you?" Song Zhi nodded, sighed, and began to remember: "I came home that night, just entered my forefoot, Wang Jun I knocked on the door and said there was something important to talk to me, and I invited him in. He praised how well my script was written for a while, and at the time, he didn't seem to think about the story in the script Similar to his experience, although I didn't mention it to me about Zhao Zhuang'er and Shisha. After talking about the small meeting, he talked about the business, he said that he was worried that the younger generation would squeeze up and snatch his raw corner, So I hope that my next script will be written with him as the prototype, and wait for him to make more money before retreating. I naturally don’t agree. After all, writing a script requires what you think in your heart and mind. Written by someone else? Later, he squeezed the burden on me. Before I refused, he had already gone. I followed him with the burden for a while, but I couldn’t keep up!

Watching him walk away, disappearing into the night, I fold home and wait for the clothes to be returned to him the next day."

In the end, it is written, and it is also organized.

Clear!

Ji Yunshu: "What about the next day?"

Song Zhi: "I went to Xiuzhuang the next day."

"Details." "Oh." Song Zhi began to think hard again. "I arrived at Xiuzhuang that day and was called by a big brother with a harlequin makeup. He said that Wang Jun was gone. The horns at night might have to be replaced. I didn’t say anything to him. He left when he was busy. He just said to let me wander around in the background. I walked a few times in the background, and no one noticed me. I was busy with my business. It happened that I saw someone carrying the loess that was going to be used in the evening, and at that time they asked a few words, they said that the last scene of the "ghost mourner" used fake mud, but for the sake of reality, class

The Lord intended to use real mud, but I haven't even touched the mud, let alone buried the bones in it."

"And after that?"

"After that, I went to Wang Jun's make-up booth. 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, and didn't continue to stay."

"Can there be witnesses?"

"No!" Song Zhi sighed.

Ji Yunshu recalled his words in his mind, hoping that he could think of the details of Song Zhizhi's excuse!

Song Zhi's gentle and tired eyes stared at her, feeling that the little boy in front of him looked really good.

White and clean, elegant, gentle and gentle when speaking.

Where is it like a man!

Everyone would believe if she was a woman.

But if it is a woman, why wear menswear?Isn't it strange?

This is not to blame Song Zhi's thinking, after all, this is true for straight men cancer.

Suddenly realizing that his eyes on Ji Yunshu were a little weird, he quickly recovered his eyes as a thief.

Ji Yunshu thought about it, and did not find any abnormalities in Song Zhi's words, he sighed: "Now it is certain that the murderer has had grudges with Wang Jun and Zhao Zhuang'er, so he will kill the king. After Jun, Zhao Zhuang'er's skeleton was dug up again."

Song Zhi answered: "I have no grievances with him! I don't even know!"

"If you haven't lied, the murderer is certainly not you."

"Although I'm poor in Song and my temperament is weaker, but I never lie, what I say is true." Ji Yunshu said: "I believe you are useless, even if Wang Jun went to find you, the reason can be said, But the baggage has not yet been found. Master Zhuo concluded that the bones in your baggage were the bones. Although the identity of the murderer was narrowed, you are still a suspect.

, Master Zhuo will not let you go.But you can rest assured that Master Zhuo won't kill you until this case is known. You can just stay in prison with peace of mind."That's good!