Chapter 710 - 704: Sweet Extra—Married Couple Variety Show 189
Chapter 710 - 704: Sweet Extra—Married Couple Variety Show 189
As Mr. He’s words fell, everyone’s curious eyes quickly turned to Hao Jin and Luo Fang.However, the suspenseful sound effect at the scene had already started, yet these two remained seated, completely still.
Everyone froze for a moment, when suddenly they heard a gasp coming from a certain direction, and all abruptly turned to look in the direction of Shi Su.
Not exactly looking towards Shi Su.
But rather, the man who had remained silent beside her.
Seeing Jing Jihan, with a face calm as still water, stand up, Ai Yiqing, who was leaning next to Shi Su, was the first to react, her jaw nearly dropping to the ground.
Other guests turned their gaze in an instant, utterly disbelieving: "Mr. Jing?"
"Ah? No way!"
"Is it really Mr. Jing?!"
"Oh my god... this is so terrifying..."
"Didn’t notice at all..."
"It turns out to be Mr. Jing..."
Shi Su’s expression was probably the first to accept this truth.
Indeed, she was the first to confirm that the murderer must be Jing Jihan.
However, since she had already known the answer in her heart, for the sake of budget, she certainly wouldn’t vote for Jing Jihan.
"Director, you’re playing too big a game, letting Mr. Jing be the killer in the first try?" Hao Jin lifted his nearly dropped jaw, "How did you manage to make Mr. Jing cooperate with you?"
This implies that Jing Jihan went to such lengths to cooperate for the show’s effect. Was this too much of a concession for the show team, or too much of a concession for Shi Su?
It turned out to be Jing Jihan.
Of course, no one expected this.
Because at first, almost no one dared to suspect Jing Jihan.
Always assuming Mr. Jing was just a cooperating participant, he wouldn’t cooperate further.
Except for Wei Sinan.
"How could it be Mr. Jing? There must be a motive for murder, right?" Xv Qingqing still looked utterly surprised.
Shi Su was also very curious about what deep-seated hatred script the director had arranged for Jing Jihan.
Then the director finally unveiled the veil of truth, revealing the kitchen surveillance that the hotel had always claimed was broken after the case occurred, finally releasing the recorded video that the photographer captured at the time.
The timestamp showed around half past three in the morning. A tall and erect figure walked out of the elevator, as at this hour, there were only a few staff on duty on the hotel’s ground floor, and most were sleeping on the work desk. The person came out of the hotel elevator, not through the main entrance, so no special alert sound was triggered in the lobby.
The man’s figure was not sneaky but rather open enough that even if a worker drowsily woke up to see him, they wouldn’t think anything was amiss, at most suspecting someone came to scan the barcode near the freezer in the kitchen to buy water. This was also a common sight for hotel guests.
So no one paid any attention.
It was under this natural circumstance that the man silently entered the kitchen.
The chef’s death was actually executed in a very simple yet seamless manner.
Jing Jihan’s actions in the kitchen were quite methodical, each step highly organized. First, he opened the built-in door of the upper cabinet, took out the soy milk machine stored inside, smeared an unknown substance on the edge of the machine, then placed the soy milk machine conveniently—next to the rice cooker.
Next was the placement of the folding table, very cleverly positioned against the wall, where it concealed a kitchen knife wrapped with insurance film around its handle.
The video then switched to another scene—
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