After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

246.

When I woke up the next day, Mr. Nakaya was no longer by my side.

I looked at the wall clock on the wall.

07: 30.

To be honest, if it were me normally, it would be absolutely impossible to get up so early.

If it weren't for the fact that there are five hundred murderers in the same boat as me, I would definitely not be as sober as I am now.

After Mr. Nakaya went to bed last night, I was extremely nervous.

I'm pretty self-aware about how I sleep.

Will I grab the quilt in the middle of the night?Will you kick Mr. Chuya out of bed?

According to Mr. Chuya's personality, even if he was really kicked, he would definitely not say anything...

Countless worries squeezed out of my mind, but with Mr. Chuya at the side, I didn't dare to toss and turn on the bed.

So in my infinite brain supplementation and entanglement, drowsiness swept over me, and the worries before going to bed could not resist the effect of the biological clock after all, and I fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

Until a biting chill woke me up.

247.

I lifted the quilt and reached out to touch the place where Mr. Nakaya had been lying.

Well, it's freezing cold already.

It seems that he has been away for a long time.

I washed up quickly, and then I planned to go out to find Mr. Nakaya.

His coat was not in the room either, and the quilts that had been spread on the floor last night were also taken away...

Could it be that Mr. Nakaya went to beat up those five hundred people in the middle of the night? !

My expression suddenly turned into a frightened face.

Fortunately, when I opened the door, I saw Mr. Nakaya leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette.

He held a pure white cigarette between his fingers, and the smoke he exhaled had a faint aroma of wine, which was not disgusting.

Mr. Nakaya half-closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy it.

But after noticing that I came out, he quickly pinched out the half-smoked cigarette, and then threw it into the trash can beside him.

"Why did you wake up so early?"

I followed his example and stood against the wall, then shrugged and said, "I can't sleep well on a boat full of murderers."

He smiled slightly, and then asked me, "Would you like to have breakfast?"

I asked: "Where are you going?"

Mr. Nakaya took it for granted: "The restaurant, the buffet should have just opened this day."

Dining room? !

Isn't that...

"Then don't you want to eat with the murderer?!"

I sucked in a breath of cold air.

No, you can't say that.

After all, I can't be sure that those murderers eat the same "food" as me.

Mr. Chuya turned around and looked at me squarely, with a serious expression on his face, he said word by word: "With me here, no one can touch you."

He was serious as if he was making a promise to me.

Hearing what he said, my hanging heart was inexplicably relieved.

I nodded and followed Mr. Chuya to the restaurant.

248.

"Mr. Nakaya, do you have any thoughts on the choice of the murderer?"

Halfway through the walk, I suddenly asked aloud, and he turned his head to look at me, and then turned his head to think for a second or two.

"Generally speaking, the murderer should appear among the witnesses at the first scene, and no matter how bad it is, it must be someone related to the deceased."

Well, it is.

Based on my accumulated experience from the hundreds of episodes I have watched, it is true that most of the murderers appear among these two types of people.

Then Mr. Nakaya paused, his voice suddenly lowered a few degrees, and he said hesitantly: "...But the situation here is special, and the possibility of being killed by other murderers cannot be ruled out."

what......

This is true.

I almost forgot that this is a cruise ship where half of them are murderers.

But even so, there must be a goal first...

Otherwise, wouldn't any investigation we do be pointless?

I thought and thought, and said tentatively, "How about... let's assume that the murderer appeared among the witnesses?"

Mr. Chuya tilted his head to look at me, and there seemed to be several question marks.

"Hmm... just reasoning on the premise that the murderer is among the witnesses. It would be best if the murderer can be found out, but if not..."

I stopped, and Mr. Chuya also stopped. He looked back at me, as if he was curious about what I would say next.

I pondered for two seconds, and slowly said as if I was about to make some earth-shattering decision: "If the murderer is not among the witnesses, then let's beat everyone else."

Mr. Nakaya showed a rather helpless expression, and then asked with a pair of dead fish eyes: "So we still have to beat more than 1000 people?"

I stomped my feet pretending to be angry, frowned and said, "How can this be the same? If the murderer is among the witnesses, then we must be able to solve the case much faster than beating people!"

Oh, there it is!

The expression of the elders looking at the children messing around appeared again!

hateful!

"I think what you said is reasonable." Mr. Nakaya patted me on the shoulder solemnly.

Um?what happened?

Obviously it was affirmed, but why do I feel that Mr. Chuya is secretly holding back his laughter?

Forget it.

"So Mr. Nakaya, do you have any suspects?"

This time he answered quickly: "Mr. Smith must be the first to suspect. His wife cheated, and his behavior at the time was indeed very suspicious."

I nodded.

indeed.

Mr. Smith is like acting.

How can someone's wife die, who was still crying one second, and then began to groom his face expressionlessly the next second, hey!

Mr. Smith is obviously haunted!

love to kill.

Absolutely.

Mr. Smith, who felt that the color on his head became brighter because he found out that his wife was cheating, was so angry that he killed Mrs. Smith impulsively.

Maybe William was all tricked by him under the guise of Mrs. Smith in order to plant and frame him.

Omg.

Thinking about it this way, the mocking smile on William's face from time to time seems to have an explanation.

Could it be that he has figured out the mystery and already knew that Mr. Smith was going to frame him? !

249.

My speculation about the truth of the case never stopped for a moment, but I restrained myself a little when I entered the restaurant.

I looked at all kinds of people in the restaurant and thought they were just well-dressed people/skins.

I think everyone looks like a murderer, and at the same time, I always have a feeling that I am being watched.

Under the guidance of the waiter, we sat down in the corner.

Mr. Nakaya sat on the soft seat with his arms folded, and said to me, "You go and get the food first."

After the words fell, as if he was worried that I still had concerns, he added: "I'm here to watch you."

As he said that, he looked up at me.

Those blue eyes really stared at me closely, and their eyes fell on my face impartially.

Obviously the same blue eyes.

Even though William had a smile in his eyes, it made me feel a bone-piercing chill, and Mr. Nakaya only needed to use the simplest gaze to make me feel safe.

Well......

According to grandpa's words, this is probably born from the heart.

I took a plate and started looking for my favorite food in the dining area.

Little cake, come one.

Cream of Mushroom Soup is a must.

Don't miss the classic pasta either!

My original fear of murderers was soon forgotten after I saw the delicious food.

In any case, it is important to fill your stomach first!

Even a detective can't go hungry to investigate!

etc--

Is that—

My eyes suddenly focused on a solitary pastry on a silver plate.

Matcha Puffs!

Look at the full shape and golden color, and the snowy white icing on top.

I swallowed, then reached out the food tongs.

Just as my clip was about to reach the puff, another small clip suddenly appeared and snatched my target.

I gasped and looked at the culprit in shock.

A petite girl in a maid outfit looked at me with half-raised eyelids, and the clip in her hand was so delicate that it was inlaid with fine gemstones.

This girl should not be very old, but her slightly curly long hair is neatly tied behind her head like a middle-aged person.

She lightly put the puffs on the dinner plate, and I saw that the plate full of various sweets in her hand was not from the restaurant either.

Oh, do you bring your own tableware?

Seemingly noticing that I hadn't looked away for a long time, she reluctantly turned sideways and gave me a straight look.

"My wife has a sweet tooth."

The little maid pulled the corners of her mouth and gave me a half-smiley expression, then, as if she had given me a great gift, she spit out this explanation in a high-spirited tone.

I nodded, and the clip in my hand pinched the air a few times to show that I knew it.

Then the little maid raised her chin and floated away with quick steps like a ghost.

I quickly put the dinner plate back on the table, and hurriedly said to Mr. Chuya: "I'm going to the bathroom!"

Before Mr. Chuya replied, I hurried back to the place where I saw the little maid just now.

Not for anything else, I just wonder what kind of character their wife is.

So clean that you even have to bring your own plate and tongs!And it's studded with gems!

No doubt the rich woman.

But having said that, I think I should be the poorest person on this cruise ship...

I watched the little maid sweep the dessert cabinets in the other two rows, and then steadily carried four plates around the flower basket to the corner seat.

Such a small palm can hold four dinner plates that are bigger than her face? !

After a brief shock, I quietly followed the little maid and hid behind the large flower basket.

Subtle conversations came, I was not interested in their conversation, but I was very interested in the person talking.

Well, this flower basket is really big enough.

The pink and white roses piled up to block my sight, and I could barely see through the gaps between these soft petals. The hostess seemed very impatient with the little maid, so she waved her away.

I watched the little maid go around from the other side in trepidation, so I couldn't help but pick up the flowers that got in the way.

This will make it easier to see...

dry.

I felt that I badly needed eyes that hadn't seen the sight before me.

I saw William.

And the rich lady of the little maid.

To be precise, it was the rich lady who put her hand into William's shirt, and William with affectionate eyebrows and a ambiguous smile.

As soon as the original thigh died, did you immediately come to find the new thigh, William? !

This speed is too fast!

I suddenly feel now that it was a very unwise choice for Mrs. Smith to take William on the cruise ship.

The face of the rich lady was blushing strangely, and she was almost stuck in William's arms. One hand was stretched in, obviously doing such and such things to William, while the other hand with jewelry Gently stroking/stroking William's cheek.

To be honest, compared to William, who seems quite self-sufficient, the obsessive expression on the face of the rich lady gave me the illusion that she was holding the thigh.

I hid behind the flower basket and heard William say a few words of love in a soft voice, and then the rich lady became excited visibly, and her eyes lit up a little.

She replied shyly like a little girl, and then picked up the puffs on the side to feed William.

William bowed his head obediently and took a bite, then he didn't know whether it was intentional or not——

The plump cream was squeezed out and inevitably rubbed against the fingers of the rich lady.

The rich lady hurriedly put the puffs aside, and was about to take out a handkerchief to wipe, but William grabbed her wrist.

Oh, although he looks like an ordinary slender and beautiful boy, but in this kind of place, William will become inexplicably strong.

The rich lady froze there in a daze, seemingly not knowing what William was going to do.Then the young man curled his lips into a chuckle and lowered his head.

Fragmented golden hair fell down, and the juvenile's fair skin contrasted sharply with the tip of his pink tongue.

Like a kitten, William sticks out his tongue//head and sucks the little green cream into his mouth.

Do it.

Sure enough, curiosity killed the cat, I really regret coming here to see what the rich woman looks like

Mai Aisi!Mai Aisi!

hateful!A lot of money is needed for a pair of eyes that have never seen this scene.

I should have some abcd numbers in my heart, anyway, no matter what she looks like, she will not be as good-looking as my Mr. Chuya!

Then I don't know if it was my illusion, William, with his head down, suddenly turned his face and smiled at me.

A chill suddenly climbed up my neck, and I let go of my hand with a shiver, and the roses that I forcibly pushed aside gathered together again, and became the original airtight appearance.

I lowered my head and left the spot in a panic. When I looked up, I found that I actually ran to the toilet.

I rushed to the sink and washed my face, and gradually calmed down when the water droplets on my face were completely dry.

Don't be angry, Mr. Smith, you are as mutual as Mrs. Smith.

Sure enough, William is the real high-ranking player.

I reached out and patted my face, then walked out of the bathroom.

"You've seen it all, right?"

The clear and bright voice of a young man suddenly sounded behind me. I turned around suddenly, and my back hit the cold and hard wall of the corridor.

I saw William standing behind me. He stood still as if he was watching a funny monkey. He walked a few steps until I bumped into the wall tremblingly.

He had a very official smile on his face, neither the weird chuckle he used to face rich women, nor the gloomy and irritated smile last night.

It's the very official kind of smile that seems to be the kind of smile that teenagers and girls should have the most.

I felt my scalp go numb, but I still shook my head firmly.

"...I can't understand what you're saying."

I spit out this sentence quickly.

Then William hooked his lips patiently, and took a few steps forward, forcing me to stick against the wall.

He looked down at me, and his warm breath sprayed directly on my face, but I only felt cold hands and feet.

"Why bother? We obviously looked at each other, didn't we?"

William said softly, the voice was as gentle as if he was whispering to his lover.

I was so nervous that I didn't even dare to breathe, but things have come to this point, it seems useless to pretend to be stupid.

I just, can only pray that Mr. Zhongya will find out the abnormality here soon.

woo...

I feel like William is going to pull out a knife and stab me to death in the next second.

"Aren't you Mrs. Smith's lover?" I said bravely.

Then William's eyes showed a look of contempt: "I am, but I can also be the lover of many people, can't I?"

Well, the master of logic is you William.

There is no conflict between being Mrs. Smith's lover and being another rich woman's lover.

"So what kind of people do you take as lovers? Rich ones?"

William showed a natural expression, he nodded, and then said: "Of course the money is—"

He didn't have time to finish the second half of the sentence.

Because before he finished speaking, William flew out heavily with a startled expression.

He slammed his whole body to the ground with a heavy muffled sound.

I turned my head to look.

It's Mr. Chuya.

Mr. Nakaya hadn't had time to take back the leg he kicked just now, his expression looked like a vicious leopard, and I could even see his temples protruding slightly.

His beautiful blue eyes were full of ferocity at this moment, and even his voice became hoarse.

"What are you doing sneakily here? Threatening my wife? Huh?"

He said this sentence slowly, obviously his tone was not in the eyes, but it made people feel that there was boundless anger inside.

what.

In such a comparison, William's persecution just now is simply pediatrics.

William lay on the ground, looking extremely pale.

He showed a smile, and started to laugh so that his whole body trembled, and even the corners of his lips began to overflow with bright red bloodstains uncontrollably.

Mr. Nakaya seemed to want to go up and beat William unilaterally, but maybe because he was concerned about me, he forcibly restrained his anger, but his expression still looked displeased, and the viciousness in his eyes was not complete. subside.

He stretched out his hand to grab my shoulders, and said in a vicious tone: "Hurry up and go back to have breakfast."

I nodded in a bit of bewilderment, and seeing my dazed look, Mr. Nakaya said bitterly: "Tsk! Don't leave my side so easily, you bastard! There are too many psychopaths on this ship. ,hateful......"

Mr. Chuya was still cursing something, as if he was scolding the person who wrote the book for something wrong, or he seemed to be scolding William for being crazy.

But that doesn't matter to me anymore.

The surrounding sounds and colors are constantly fading away, and I seem to have entered a vast white world, and Mr. Nakaya is the brightest color in this world.