“We want to know something about the flower art performance school.”Cao Qing explained.

Director Wang's usual look became somewhat unnatural."Officer, I think you're mistaken. We're here at the Xinyin Bay Dance Training Center."

Murong Yuchuan took the word."The predecessor of Xinyin Bay Dance Training Center is called the Flower Art Performing Arts School.The building was originally a provincial theater.After the collapse of the theater troupe, the building was bought by Hengyuan Media Company to set up a performance training school.It was once famous in the industry.A few small and famous actors have also been introduced to the showbiz."

He finished, and the king laughed.“Since you did the investigation in advance.I don’t know what you two want to know.”

He said, “Let’s ask you about someone.”

“Who?“The dance teacher?”

“A student.”

“Is there something wrong with our students?”The woman's thick two cheeks twitched, and the powder scum kept falling down.

“Please don’t be nervous.Not the students now.”Cao Qing explained.“I was a student who attended the School of Performing Arts two years ago.”

“I don’t know which one you’re talking about.“The man’s wife?”

“Women’s.His name is Tuffie.”

“Tryfia...”

“Do you know her?”

The king shook his head.“Is she a former flower student?”I don't know."

Murong Yuchuan suddenly intervened.“I heard that you don’t have any teachers here, have you ever done in the past?”

The King made a fight.“I don’t know who you’re listening to.In fact, as soon as the flower art closed down, the old teachers were all else up.Later, the dance troupe acquired it here and built it now, the dance training center.”

“Did you have any projects with the original flower art and TV?”Murong Yuchuan asked.

The woman nodded.“I don’t know, maybe.Our dance center and TV station also cooperate, often to the local performance, some are arranged by the TV station.Mutually beneficial.”

“Don’t you know this guy, Tuffie?”Murong Yuchuan pulled the topic back.

"Well, you didn't ask me, I didn't know you."The King replied with certainty.

"As far as we know," Murong Yuchuan jacket pulled out a dozen children's materials, turned two pages, and began to read."Flower Performing Arts School, Principal Li Mo, Vice-Chancellor Ma Teng, Dean Wang Huayun.Li Mo is also the boss of Hengyuan Media, and Wang Huayun?”

He stopped.Look at the woman in front of you.Smiling.

The woman's fat face twisted together.I can’t tell if it’s laughter or suffering.She opened her mouth and couldn’t speak.

Murong Yuchuan added another word."Tiffie was a student of yours, don't tell me, you even forgot her."If you are an ordinary student, you can't think of it, but two years ago, you won't remember the shooting case that was sensational, don't you remember?"

Wang Huayun seemed to shrink in his seat.She muttered, "Since the police officer, you all know very well, and you still have to ask me what to do?"The murder was not closed long ago.I heard the suspect ran away. . . .

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Murong Yuchuan and Cao Qing.“Has the suspect been caught?”

Cao Qinggang wanted to answer, Murong Yuchuan squeezed his hand under the table.

Murong Yuchuan does not answer Wang Huayun's question.He said: “We want to have a more comprehensive understanding of the situation of this student.I hope you cooperate.”

Wang Huayun's expression was very calm, but his eyes were uncertain.

Murong Yuchuan and Cao Qing looked at each other.

This woman knows something.