After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

242.

I heard a man rush into the room from the side.

"lady--"

He began to hold the corpse and weep.

Mr. Nakaya took advantage of this gap to lift me out of the crowd.

I reached out and touched the palm of his hand that was still covering my eyes, and pulled his hand off.

"It's okay, the TV series I watch are all larger than the scale of this scene."

I patted the back of his hand and comforted him.

"And no matter what, it is absolutely unrealistic to beat five hundred people once."

I spoke forcefully and reiterated my point.

"At any rate, let me narrow down the scope with you!"

I said this in a low voice, and then I saw him sigh helplessly, and finally nodded in compromise.

"But you have to remember, you must follow me closely."

Mr. Nakaya held my shoulder very nervously and instructed.

I nodded apprehensively.

I would have done it even if Mr. Chuya hadn't said it.

This is a cruise ship half full of murderers!I don't want to be a lamb to the slaughter...

Thinking of this, I asked: "However, if half of them are murderers, how can they be murderers? Who knows if there will be more dead people in any corner..."

If this is the case, don't we have to find out all five hundred murderers? !

"No. The main case of this novel is this one. We just need to find the murderer of this murder case. As for the five hundred murderers... it can be regarded as an interference option."

Mr. Nakaya calmly said this sentence, and after listening to it, my starry eyes popped up, and my face was full of admiration.

"As expected of Mr. Chuya, you actually figured out the status quo so quickly!"

In comparison, I'm simply a poor IQ, okay?

After hearing my sincere praise, Mr. Nakaya stopped suddenly.

I slowly typed a question mark.

Mr. Chuya held back for a long time, and then said to me in embarrassment: "...That guy Edogawa said it all."

what.

I was also suddenly embarrassed.

Yuan, it turned out that he was praising the wrong person.

"It's okay!" I cheered up and encouraged, "Mr. Nakaya is really honest! Honesty is also a virtue!"

He looked a little sluggish and embarrassed, his orange hair hanging on his shoulders, and for some reason it made me think I was seeing an orange cat with a drooping tail.

The kind that is a little thinner than a fifteen-pound orange cat.

Well, in this case, at least I am not alone in the IQ basin.

"Anyway, let's start looking for clues."

Mr. Chuya nodded, and then pointed to me: "The dead one is Mrs. Smith, and the crying one is Mr. Smith."

I understand.

Oh, so they are husband and wife.

Mr. Smith was crying like a child, with snot and tears all over his face; but other places were a bit too delicate in comparison.

The kind of delicacy that makes people feel that he may have some disease.

For example, his smooth combed back hair, and his suit with no wrinkles at all.

Well, it won't work like this.

It feels like Mr. Smith will drown the crime scene sooner or later if he stays any longer.

So I squeezed into the crowd again under Mr. Chuya's astonished gaze.

"Hey......"

He reached out and tried to grab my arm, but I had already slipped in thanks to my size.

"Mr Smith--"

I pulled up the man who was slumped on the ground, and met his astonished expression.

"Please don't spoil the scene again."

I backed him out and closed the bedroom door.

Oh, Mr. Smith is really good at finding a place to sit, and he didn't get any blood on his body.

He glanced at me up and down, and then snorted disdainfully: "Where did you come from? Are you a detective?!"

Um?Wild girl?And what happened to that one too? ?

I put my waist down and replied confidently: "That's right! I'm a detective! The gentleman with the hat over there is my partner!"

Mr. Nakaya, who was suddenly caught by the cue, was slightly surprised for a moment. When everyone turned their heads to look at him, he adjusted his hat unnaturally.

Mr. Smith turned his head, his expression suddenly became convinced, and he suddenly realized: "So it's a husband and wife partner."

Ok? ? ?

No, why do you disdain me when you see me, and immediately become respectful when you see Mr. Nakaya?

And why are we husband and wife? Hey!

Can't it be two like-minded soul mates? !

Just as I opened my mouth to explain, Mr. Nakaya rushed over quickly and held me down.

"Yes, this is my wife."

He affirmed it solemnly.

I looked at him with black question marks all over my face.

Big bro, I have a lot of question marks right now.

Noticing my gaze, Mr. Nakaya panicked for a moment.

The righteousness and determination just now disappeared in an instant, leaving only helplessness.

He carefully leaned close to my ear, and said, "It's convenient for investigating the case."

Oh.

Is that so?

Why do I feel that there is a taste of wanting to hide it?

Mr. Nakaya watched my expression very nervously, as if he was worried that I would be unhappy.

"Or..."

"Then do it."

Our voices overlapped.

"what?"

Mr. Chuya's expression was very astonished, while I nodded with a sense of naturalness.

"What Mr. Chuya said is indeed reasonable. Anyway, our ultimate goal is to leave here, right?"

He nodded blankly, as if he didn't understand how my attitude changed so quickly.

All in all, we happily reached a consensus, and then I turned my head and said to the melon eaters: "In order to protect the scene, please don't come in for the time being. May I ask who discovered the crime scene first?"

An old woman who looked so nervous that she was about to cry, held a handkerchief to her heart, and stretched out her hand tremblingly.

"...He! He discovered it first!"

I looked in the direction of her finger, only to notice that there was another person in the corner of the corridor.

It was a boy who didn't look a few years older than me.

Fragmented golden hair was scattered in front of his forehead, and there was an indescribable gloomy look between his brows and eyes. The dim yellow wall lamp reflected his blue eyes, making it difficult for me to see the expression inside.

The white shirt was loosely put on him, exposing a large chest, and he was leaning against the corner, seemingly indifferent to the farce here.

Maybe it was because I was in a daze for a while, Mr. Chuya raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of me.

"So pretty?"

he said aloud.

"what?"

I didn't keep up with his rhythm for a while, and asked blankly.

"Is he that good-looking?"

Um?What kind of jumping topic is this?

I shook my head blankly, and then saw the frown between Mr. Chuya's brows flatten slightly.

The old woman stretched out her hand tremblingly, and shouted hoarsely, "William, come here."

When the boy named William heard the words, his eyes flickered, and then reluctantly walked over.

Seeing this, Mr. Smith suddenly said: "Since you two are detectives, I will leave it to you to find out the cause of my wife's death."

After speaking, he quickly restrained the expression on his face, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his face.

Except for the remaining tears, no one can see what this man has just experienced.

Mr. Smith adjusted his clothes, turned and left the corridor with his head held high.

Um?Did you just leave after crying after your wife died?

What kind of plastic couple love is this.

I turned my head to focus on William.

He was much taller than me, and when he looked at me, he had a condescending manner, and he only glanced down at me.His eyes were like the deep sea, and his expression was cold and piercing, which made me a little scared for a moment.

No, no!

It's just an NPC in the book!

What are you afraid of!

I adjusted my stance and asked, "William, how did you find the body?"

William stared at me for a while, his eyes seemed to be staring at some prey, or looking at a dead person.

"I'll find her in the bedroom."

Ok?etc? !

I found a blind spot.

It was obvious that the trembling old woman had also discovered her blind spot, and now her eyeballs were about to fall out of shock.

"Why are you going to Mrs. Smith's room??"

William smiled, showing a wanton smile that only a teenager would have, but this kind of smile made me feel a kind of contempt and disdain.

"Mrs. Smith invited me, as usual."

dry.

A not-so-good guess arises in my mind.

I started to lean back tactically, the old woman's dentures fell out and fell to the ground, and the veins on Mr. Nakaya's forehead began to bulge.

Then William licked his lips, and his lips were as gorgeous as rose petals against the glow of water.

The boy stretched out his hand and pulled the neckline a little wider, then he propped up the wall with one hand, leaned over and gave me an ambiguous smile.

"I am Mrs. Smith's lover, and she brought me here specially for this trip."

I suddenly felt that Mr. Smith's oily head was green and oily.

WTF?

So Mrs. Smith called her little lover over, intending to get a hat for Mr. Smith, but she didn't expect to be killed?

William restrained his smile, and suddenly changed back to that cold and gloomy look.

The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and his tone was flat: "So? What else do you want to ask?"

The girl supporting the old woman suddenly screamed.

"It was love killing! It must be love killing! You must have killed Mrs. Smith for her money!"

William twitched the corners of his mouth, seemingly indifferent to the accusation.

I struggled to appease the groundhog girl, then poked my head out and asked her, "May I ask who you are?"

The girl was teary-eyed, and the headband inlaid with countless diamonds was tightly fastened on her soft brown hair: "I am Anna, and this is my grandmother Elizabeth."

Oh, grandparents.

However, there is indeed a bit of resemblance between this teary-eyed and trembling look.

Mr. Nakaya calmly pulled me back a few steps, as if he didn't want me to get too close to these people.

I continued, "So what's your relationship with Mrs. Smith?"

Anna shook her head: "We just live in the room next to her, and we are not familiar with each other. When I came back to pick up grandma's dentures, I happened to see William standing at the door."

Oh, back to pick up grandma's dentures.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt the malice of the author of this novel.

William had lost his patience. He frowned and said irritably, "Is it over? I'll leave after I'm done."

Seeing that he was about to leave, I reached out to stop him and said, "Wait—"

He looked down at me, his eyes were as cold as looking at a wild dog lingering on the side of the road.

I swallowed, and then worked up my courage and said, "What's your room number, we may still need to ask you for a question."

William fell silent, staring at me without seeming to answer the question.

I don't think I would be surprised even if he rushed up and cut my neck the next second.

Then he reached out and knocked on the door next to him.

"This is the room."

I turned to look.

Do it.

In Mrs. and Mrs. Smith's room, on one side is the weeping grandson and grandson, and on the other side is the little lover.

Doesn't Mr. Smith feel like there's a green light above his head when he sleeps? ? !

I really admire Mrs. Smith's psychological quality.

Really.

It's fine to bring your little lover with you, and arrange it in the next room.

This is really not something that ordinary people can do.

William left the corridor quickly, leaving only me, Mr. Nakaya, and my grandfather and grandson in front of Mr. and Mrs. Smith's room.

I looked at Anna, then opened my mouth.

Anna hid behind her grandmother with tears in her eyes.

I lowered my head and looked down on Elizabeth.

The old lady stared at me, her shrunken cheeks like a flat balloon.

Uh.

Well, it feels like the two of them can't ask anything.

I turned my questioning gaze to Mr. Chuya, and he had already reacted before I even said my question.

He bowed his head politely, and said in a very gentle tone: "Madam and Miss, please go to rest first. If you still need help, we may bother you again."

Then I saw Elizabeth's cloudy eyeballs light up, and Anna—

I looked at it blankly.

Anna's whole face became flushed red.

I am full of question marks.

Why are you blushing?

Didn't you just say that we are husband and wife?

Ah? ?

I looked at Anna fiercely.

After meeting my sight, Anna's expression froze suddenly, she lowered her head and began to rub her hands uneasily.

I looked away satisfied.

wait no-

This is only in the novel ah?Mr. Nakaya and I are not really husband and wife, why am I so excited? !

I suddenly realized the problem.

With tears in the corners of Anna's eyes, she hurriedly led Elizabeth into the next room.

great.

I managed to create a jealous image.

I gathered my fur coat and felt like a useless person.

It must be the problem of this ability.

That's right.

I must have gotten into the show to be like this.

Mr. Nakaya turned his head back, his tone returned to his usual way, even the tone of his tone became much more relaxed.

"All the witnesses are gone."

I nodded.

Nakaya-san looked at me, then put his hand on the doorknob.

He tentatively asked: "Then start with the survey site?"

Thinking of the bloody scene inside, I unconsciously held my breath.

No, can't back down.

I can't let Mr. Chuya beat those five hundred murderers alone.

I nodded, stretched out my hand to hold Mr. Chuya's hand, and looked up at him.

"it is good."

Then we pressed down on the doorknob with both hands.