Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry

It seems that they want to pass Qin Feng's repeated practice attempts naturally, and the program team cuts to Luo Han's scene here.

"So far I think all the clues have been able to string together a complete story." He crouched down and stared at the three lines of red numbers, "but why aren't they used?"

"You have five minutes left!"

When the radio reminder sounded, Luo Han was startled again, stroked his chest, and showed a complaining look to the camera.

"The numbers are related... oh! I remember the chat records on the computer as well."

Luo Han immediately sat back at the coffee table and tapped the keyboard to wake up the computer screen.

[Mr. Kuaquaro, he searched for all the clues in a hurry]

[I also tried it, these strings of numbers are not Morse code or something]

[Mr. Luo kept his IQ offline when he solved the computer puzzle just now, is he finally back now hhhhh]

"Today I will also say 9163, 2143, 6243..."

Luo Han repeated Tao Jing's words in the chat window, "This is what a girl said to her boyfriend. Then the boyfriend returned the last eight numbers."

He raised his head and thought for a few seconds: "No matter what code it is, the final message is information. And the password between lovers can't be very complicated, and it won't be the kind that takes half a day to unlock."

"Well - separated by commas, should you want to tell the person who found these numbers that every four numbers correspond to an information point, that is to say, it is three words?"

Luo Han guessed directly from the final information, "Thank you? Miss you so much? I love you?"

His expression condensed: "I love you. I think it's these three words."

"Because Xiao Zhanggui repeated the last two words. Jingjing said that I would like to say I love you today, and Xiao Zhanggui replied 'love you', which feels very reasonable."

[Wow really makes sense! ]

[Mr. Luo yyds]

[If you think about it carefully, it is indeed very possible. I have to say that Mr. Luo's double business is too good.]

[thinking is strong]

Luo Han converted "I love you" into "WO_AI_NI" in Pinyin and wrote it on white paper.

"oh oh--"

He immediately remembered something, "Two numbers are equal to one letter! The reason why there is a comma between four numbers is because the pinyin of each word in 'I love you' is two letters. So the first two lines of the red number are three letters of the alphabet."

"But why are two numbers corresponding to one letter..."

Luo Han divided the numbers into two groups and continued to find the pattern, "It seems that the second number in each group does not exceed 3, what does this mean... Jiugongge... Jiugongge...ah!"

He suddenly realized: "It turns out that this is the case. Jiugongge is the nine-key pinyin in the mobile phone input method. I think about it, the English letters corresponding to the keyboard numbers should be like this-"

Luo Han marked the letters one by one on the Jiugongge keyboard he drew earlier.

"That's right, that's it! WO, it's the first number in the '' under the number 9! That is to say, the first number in a pair of numbers is the keyboard, and the second number is the sequence!"

"You have one minute left!" the radio sounded again.

"Right now, immediately!"

Luo Han's expression was filled with a sense of accomplishment, with excitement and excitement, "Wow, this is so interesting, 51, J...43, I...82, U..."

"JIU, JIU, WO. It's 'help me'! The murderer is calling for help!"

"Please leave the scene!"

The countdown is completely over.

"Okay! OK!" Luo Han picked up the clip with the reckoning paper and the murderer's confession and stood up.

...

"You have one minute left!"

"well--"

Mingqian listened to the recording twice, and was writing **** the confession book at this time.

"The murderer, Tao Jing, and the deceased, Xiao Zhanggui, were motivated by an unequal contract and the murder of his younger sister. In the process of committing the crime, he accidentally pushed someone into the sharp corner of the bar table and died on the spot... Good! All alive!"

He pressed down the keycap of the ballpoint pen with great confidence, and before leaving, he glanced at the red numbers and the sofa in the entertainment area a little unwillingly.

- "I think it might be... 80 percent."

Ming Qian sat in front of the small blackboard background and smiled, "If the detective process is quantified into scores, I feel that my performance should be around 80."

...

"No, I really don't know anything about numbers..."

Wang Rou covered her face with one hand and said, "Uh," and smiled weakly, "My intuition is that these lines of red numbers must express some very strong meaning. For example, uh, I hate you, I will kill you. , or help me, help me or something—the numbers on the first and second lines are repeating, I think um...it should be a reduplication. Probably."

[shocked]

[Sister Rou, what kind of divine intuition is this? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha she said it right]

[Bump into the first place by mistake]

"It can't be written by the deceased? For example, 'Quietly Kill'? He wanted to write 'Quietly Kill Me' but he didn't finish it?"

When the announcement sound came from the broadcast, Wang Rou obviously didn't hold out any more hope, and began to open her mind, "It doesn't look like it, because he (Xiao Zhanggui) will never climb over from the bar to finish writing and then climb back... Ha ha ha ha."

She laughed to herself.

"It should have been written by the murderer. Maybe she just wanted to convey some information at the end."

Wang Rou said and nodded herself, "Well, I'll treat it as an easter egg setting. After all, there are so many clues in the computer and mobile phone."

"Please leave the scene!"

"Okay~"

Wang Rou stood up from the chair with the board clamp on her chest.

"Eh? Eh?! It seems like... ah—"

Before she went out, she suddenly caught a glimpse of what seemed to be behind the flowerpot, but she had no time to investigate, so she could only reluctantly extended her voice and hummed, and followed the staff away.

...

boom!

Qin Feng's head slammed onto the corner of the table evenly, and even the blood of the props smeared there was rubbed on his hair.

Although the sound is not big, it is extremely real, making people grin subconsciously.

Qin Feng's performance did not end, he struggled, his facial features crumpled into a ball, and there were a few traces of shock and anger in the pain.

He tried to stand up, but couldn't keep his balance due to strong dizziness, took two steps crookedly, and finally collapsed to the ground with a limp.

Unbiased, completely coincident with the position of the doll as a corpse.

He pressed on it.

[Damn, really knock? it hurts】

[Is it a bit overdone, is it a concave movie emperor? 】

[rubbing for husband]

[sore pains with empathy, you lunatic (weak)]

[I don't know how much time the program team gave to detectives, Qin Feng won't keep repeating and trying angles, Mom]

[Hahahahaha today is also playing crazy Qin Feng]

[His instant face change is really handsome~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's scary to watch, but so handsome, I'm already a little wind chime, sucking]

[As we all know, Lord Qin is made of iron all over his body]

[Hey, there is no basis for the suspected car ahead]

Qin Feng was like his own performance switch. The moment he fell to the ground perfectly, he immediately restrained all his distorted expressions, and returned to his unusually calm and unhappy look.

He got up from the corpse, grabbed the clip, tore off a piece of white paper and wrote:

Tao Jing, female, Internet celebrity artist, has a younger sister (deceased), 165~168cm, did not wear high heels when committing the crime...

【? ? ? ! ! ! 】

[Fuck! ]

Everyone looking for the identity of the murderer is looking for the name and the experience related to the case. Why did you pick up everyone's height? !