Ke Xue: Ai-chan and I have an agreement

In the room, Yucheng Liuli stood by the window with confusion in her heart, her eyes fell curiously on Uncle Maori, and she wondered in her heart why he called her here alone.

At this moment, not only did she not feel nervous at all, but she even had the leisure to joke with Uncle Maori.

Yucheng Liuli raised her lips slightly and said coquettishly, "Xiaowulang, what on earth are you up to? You even locked the door!"

As she spoke, she walked slowly forward with light steps, and at the same time stretched out a slender white jade hand and gently stroked Uncle Maori's slightly rough cheek. Her voice was gentle and melodious, as beautiful as the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley.

"Could it be that you, a fellow, are trying to seduce this old classmate of mine whom I haven't seen for many years?"

Having said that, if you look closely, you can easily find that in the depths of Yucheng Liuli's beautiful eyes, there is a hint of emotion that is difficult to conceal, as if what she said was not entirely a joke.

However, facing Yucheng Liuli's bold and direct teasing, Uncle Maori, who always showed a nonchalant image, suddenly seemed like a different person. The usual cynical smile disappeared from his face, replaced by a serious and solemn expression.

He stared at Yucheng Liuli in front of him without saying a word, and the atmosphere became a little subtle for a moment.

Seeing Uncle Maori's reaction, the smile on Yucheng Liuli's face faded a little, but she soon spoke again to break the silence, with a hint of tentativeness in her tone.

"Or, do you think that I am the real murderer who brutally killed Kazami Yoshiki, so you specifically called me here and persuaded me to turn myself in to the police station?"

Hearing this, Uncle Maori frowned slightly, first shook his head gently, then took a deep breath, and replied solemnly: "I do hope...you can turn yourself in."

Every word that Uncle Maori spoke was pronounced clearly and slowly, as if it contained endless meaning and heavy pressure.

Then Uncle Maori changed the subject.

"However, the one who needs to turn himself in is not you, but Mr. Nan Yunxiao, whom you protected."

As soon as the words came out, Yucheng Liuli's expression changed instantly, and the smile on her face along with her confidence instantly disappeared.

Soon, she regained her composure and looked at Uncle Maori with a faint smile.

Should we say he is a qualified actor?

"What nonsense are you talking about, Kogoro?" Amashiro Ruri took a step forward and said, "Why on earth should I protect Mr. Nanyun?"

After hearing what she said, Uncle Maori answered the question irrelevantly. After putting his hands in his trouser pockets, he looked directly into Yucheng Liuli's eyes.

"You should have noticed this before the snow, right on that glass door!"

"At that time, the staff just opened the door and came out. You found Mr. Nanyun coming out of the crime scene."

"It was just an accident. Mr. Nanyun didn't expect to meet so many people when he went out, so he retreated back."

"And you assumed that something must have happened to Mr. Nanyun, so he suggested going out to see the snow."

After this series of words, the smile on Yucheng Liuli's face could no longer be maintained.

I don’t know if it was because Uncle Maori was right, but Yucheng Liuli looked visibly flustered.

"Although what you said may be correct, the murder weapon has not been found." At this point, Yucheng Liuli seemed to have found a point to refute. After taking a deep breath, he continued, "It was the 10cm long blade that cut Mr. Kazami's throat in his sleep."

"Didn't we find anything related on Mr. Nanyun?"

The questioning voices echoed in Uncle Maori's ears, but did not make him panic. He just walked past Yucheng Liuli, leaving a tall and straight back to the other party.

When she came to the window, Uncle Maori looked at the flying snow outside and sighed deeply.

"That's why the case is at a standstill."

"Everyone is obsessed with the adjective 10cm long blade, but no one can imagine that a 2cm piece of iron can also cause such damage."

After saying that, Uncle Maori turned around again and faced Yucheng Liuli, and said seriously, "The real murder weapon in this case is that utility knife."

"A utility knife is different from other knives. The blade part can be broken into small pieces."

"A 10cm long knife might be difficult to handle, but that small stack of blades is very easy to handle."

Then, Uncle Maori took out the lighter he had taken from the crime scene from his pocket.

That is, the relics of the deceased.

"The murder weapon you mentioned is now hidden in this lighter."

Uncle Maori raised his lighter and signaled to Yucheng Liuli.

Caught off guard by Uncle Maori's reasoning, a flash of panic appeared on Yucheng Liuli's face.

After hesitating for just a moment, Yucheng Liuli objected again.

The reason for her rebuttal was simple.

Even if someone really used a utility knife to kill someone, it would be impossible to simply use the blade to do it.

In that case, even if the blade without support could cut the throat, it would not be able to cause a wound as deep as the one inflicted on Kazami Yoshiki.

Because the aorta was cut on Yoshiki Kazami, the murderer's clothes were covered in blood, but the blood was not found on the utility knife used as the murder weapon?

The blade can be disposed of, but what about the handle?

So, she had every reason to refute Uncle Maori's reasoning.

Even if Uncle Maori told the police about this matter, it would be of no avail.

Logically speaking, this simply does not make sense.

Uncle Maori was actually not in a good mood when he saw his old classmate arguing with him.

But it is also because he is my old classmate.

So there are some things he doesn't want to delegate to others.

Uncle Maori took a deep breath, and his gentle eyes began to become sharp.

"When we were shooting today, there were a lot of Xs on the ground that were taped together."

Yucheng Liuli was stunned, as if she had not expected that Uncle Maori's topic would jump so far.

But she still explained, "Yes, that's to facilitate the preparation of the actors and filming equipment."

After getting the answer, Uncle Maori continued to explain, "You may not have been back since the incident. There are many more forks in that place now than there were then."

"There are many ways to prevent blood from seeping into the handle of a knife. The simplest one is to cover the handle with something that can block blood."

"Just like what I just told you - universal tape."

"Wrapping the handle of the utility knife with tape will prevent it from getting bloodstained, and then simply leave the tape at the scene in the same manner afterwards."

“Even the staff won’t look closely.”

"Then hide the blade inside this lighter."

"The disposal of the murder weapon is complete."

Uncle Maori's reasoning, like unraveling a mystery, made Yucheng Liuli's face turn pale.

Even though it has been made so clear, Yucheng Liuli is still seeking a glimmer of hope.

"But why do you think that Mr. Nanyun killed someone? Is it impossible for me to call you out and then disappear on my own?"

Uncle Maori shook his head slightly when he heard this and raised the lighter in his hand again.

"Xiao Liuli, if you were the murderer, where would you hide those blades in this lighter?"

"Inside the lid." Yucheng Liuli hesitated for a while and spoke.

Uncle Maori opened the lid of the lighter in his hand as if to verify her idea, but surprisingly there was nothing inside.

Seeing this, Yucheng Liuli breathed a sigh of relief.

It felt like a huge stone had been lifted from my heart.

Just when she wanted to say something, Uncle Maori opened the bottom of the lighter and shook it gently. Six or seven small blades fell out instantly and landed in the palm of Uncle Maori's hand.

"Little Liuli, you have never smoked, so you don't know the structure of this lighter." Uncle Maori paused and continued, "But for someone like Mr. Nanyun who has quit smoking, it is impossible that he doesn't know."

After saying that, Uncle Maori closed the lid, took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

This time, the lighter finally worked properly, and a small flame jumped up and lit the cigarette.

Uncle Maori took a deep breath and a thin stream of smoke came out of his mouth, blurring his face and also blurring the sight of the two people looking at each other.

He is very clear.

Today's farce is over.