After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

243.

The moment the door was opened, a strong smell of blood rushed over.

I was choked by the smell and frowned, and Mr. Nakaya looked normal, as if the smell didn't exist at all.

Well, in contrast, Mr. Nakaya is so dedicated.

I silently let go of the hand holding my nose, and just buried the lower half of my face in the furry collar.

"Let me check the body first, you stand at the door and don't come over."

After Mr. Nakaya gave his instructions, he squatted next to the corpse by himself to check.

I looked around and decided to take a look at the only messy desk.

The chair fell to the side, the desk lamp was swept to the ground, and the ink bottle that was not tightened was also rolled to the side, and the thick black liquid inside was scattered all over the floor.

I rubbed my nose.

The aroma of the ink more or less made me sober.

Well......

The messiest part of the room is the desk area.

Maybe Mrs. Smith was reading a book here at the desk, and then the murderer was about to commit murder, so the two fought?

I'm confused, I don't understand.

I feel like there's only so much I can think of looking at this.

Ah, I am so envious of Mr. Ranpo.

I feel that Mr. Ranpo's special ability is super easy to use.

I observed this area very carefully up and down, and finally came to a conclusion.

That is, I can't draw any other conclusions other than [there was a fight here].

Ok.

The IQ Basin lives up to its reputation.

I moved aside silently, and squatted obediently beside Mr. Chuya.

"Ok?"

When Mr. Nakaya, who was originally very focused, saw me crouching over, his knife-like eyes suddenly melted away.

It's like a sharp ice edge, which instantly melts into liquid when it falls into the water, without splashing a little bit of water.

He stretched out his hand to gather the fox fur coat on my body, and then asked me: "Why are you here? This way..."

As he spoke, he glanced back at the corpse, then quickly tore off a thin blanket from the bed and covered the corpse.

My eyes flickered for a moment, and then I said sullenly, "I don't see anything. I just think there was a fight there."

Hmm, I feel a little lost when I think about it.

Obviously before, he was still full of ambition and said something like "I want to help Mr. Chuya".

Sure enough, I still overestimated my IQ.

Mr. Nakaya seemed to be aware of my loss. He reached out and touched my hair, and then said to me: "Actually, I didn't see anything. The scene is too clean, and the murderer's weapon is clear at a glance, but there is nothing that can be used as a clue." s things."

"The fruit knife used by the murderer directly cut through the carotid artery. It's a pity that there is no fingerprint testing equipment here, otherwise the case would be solved directly."

There was a bit of regret in his tone, but he quickly restrained himself.

Mr. Nakaya reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me up from the ground.

"It's too late, let's get here today. We will continue the investigation tomorrow."

I looked up at the clock on the wall.

It turned out that it was past one o'clock in the morning, and this novel was published in the middle of the night.

I don't know if it was affected by this setting, but I also started to feel sleepy for no reason.

244.

I followed Mr. Nakaya back to the room I entered at the beginning.

That's right, it was the room where he took out my coat.

I didn't realize a problem until Mr. Chuya closed the door completely.

There is only one big bed in this room? ? !

Although this bedroom looked as luxurious as the Smiths', it was a completely different size.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith's room is so spacious that I think there is room for another pool table.

And now this one-

Only bed and wardrobe.

Not even a bedside table.

Difficult, am I going to share a bed with Mr. Nakaya tonight? !

Although we lied about being a husband and wife team here, do we need to act to such an extent? !

I feel like my soul has floated away faintly from my mouth.

During the period when I was in a daze and my brain stopped functioning, Mr. Nakaya took out a spare set of bedding from a nearby cabinet.

He casually threw the quilt under the bed, and said to me, "Don't worry, I'll sleep on the floor."

No, this doesn't feel good.

Mr. Chuya slept on the floor or something—

"Well, why don't I go find another room? Let Mr. Chuya sleep on the floor too—"

He interrupted me, and said very seriously: "Are you sure you want to sleep in a room by yourself?"

"I--"

[There are more than 1000 people on this cruise ship. 】

[Half of them are murderers. 】

These two sentences appeared in my mind at the right time, and then I silently closed my mouth, swallowing the remaining half of the sentence back into my stomach.

I threw aside the obstructing coat and went into the bathroom for a quick wash.When I came out with my hair half wet, Mr. Nakaya had already made the mattress.

He was sitting on the ground with one leg bent, one arm resting on the bent knee, and he seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.

Are you asleep?

Should I still call him?Mr. Nakaya, do you get angry when you wake up...

Just as I was hesitating, he suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of blue eyes are full of sobriety, without any tiredness.

even--

Even sober is a little scary.

It feels like a robot that has set the time and wakes up regularly.

There was no wave, no emotion, no joy, no sadness in the eyes, and even a bit of biting chill, as if I was some kind of enemy.

I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

An inexplicable fear rose from the soles of my feet, climbed up from my back, and gradually strangled my throat.

I held my breath unconsciously.

Mr. Nakaya's expression suddenly changed a few times as if he suddenly realized his state.

Then the atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward.

I didn't know whether to step forward or retract my outstretched foot. Mr. Chuya's hands were on the ground, and he didn't know whether to stand up or sit back.

Appeared.

An embarrassing atmosphere.

I decided to break the deadlock.

I kicked on my slippers, ran to the bed, lifted the quilt and got into the bed.

Mr. Nakaya got into the bathroom without saying a word.

After a while, the sound of water came out.

245.

When Mr. Nakaya came out of the bathroom, I was lying on my back on the bed, pretending to be asleep.

That's right, pretend.

Real sleep is impossible.

At least not right now.

I don't know if Mr. Nakaya thought I was asleep, but I could only hear his footsteps getting softer.

Although I couldn't hear any footsteps on the carpeted floor, I could still feel the deliberate caution.

Snapped--

The dim wall lamp was turned off, and the whole room was plunged into boundless darkness. I could only hear the breathing of the two of us and the sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

After a while, after my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I began to be able to see the decoration of the room clearly.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a bit chilly behind me.

Do you want to call Mr. Chuya up?

Or I'd better put more quilts...

No, no, I think the problem is that the bed is too big.

But the bed is too big and the quilt is not too small?How could this have anything to do with Mr. Chuya's failure to come up?Definitely my own problem.

Just as I was struggling, Mr. Chuya suddenly said, "Saki?"

Ok? !

and many more.

After Mr. Chuya spoke, I suddenly realized a problem.

I just couldn't help kicking my legs like crazy because the theater in my head was so active.

I hummed in embarrassment as a response.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Mr. Chuya asked.

This kind of feeling that others think you have something to do, but in fact you are just a showman, is very subtle.

"No......"

Damn it, Mr. Chuya actually saw him venting.

I'm so embarrassed that my toes are all curled up.

"Ah, as long as it's okay. If you need anything, call me anytime, I'll be right next to you."

Mr. Nakaya sounded like he was relieved, and then I heard the sound of cloth rubbing again, probably because he lay down again.

No, no!

I don't know why, a feeling suddenly rose in my heart, a feeling that I can't let go of this opportunity.

"Mr. Chuya?" I said, and I could even hear the slight tremor in my voice clearly.

But, damn it, how can I do something so unreserved? !

I'm starting to regret this decision.

But I'm really a little scared to sleep on this bed alone, even if Mr. Nakaya is next to him.

Mr. Chuya has already responded aloud.

After he hummed, he began to wait quietly for a reply. For a while, only the sound of our breathing was intertwined.

do not care.

"I...I'm a little scared, can you come up and spend the night with me..."

I don't know if it's my illusion, I even felt that Mr. Nakaya's breathing stagnated for a moment, and then his breathing rhythm suddenly slowed down.

It's like making a tough decision again.

Suddenly, suddenly there is a bad feeling!

It feels like Mr. Chuya is going to sternly reject me in the next second——

I hastily explained aloud: "Yes, the bed is too big, I always feel empty behind me—"

hateful!That sounds like a cover-up!

What is the matter with me? !

I feel that since entering this novel, some things have become out of my control...

Mr. Chuya was silent for a while, and I did not wait for his reply.

Then, being anxious, I heard a rustling sound, and at the same time felt that the quilt seemed to be lifted, because a cool air squeezed in.

Then, I felt the side of the bed sink, and suddenly there was a different breathing sound in my ear.

"Go to sleep."

He said.

how is this possible.

I just felt my heart beating like thunder, as if my heart was going to burst through my chest in the next second.