After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

250.

When I left, I looked back, and William was lying on the ground, not sure if he was dead or alive, but it seemed that he couldn't get back up anyway.

Tsk tsk, although Mr. Nakaya is petite, his momentum is not weak at all!

And he actually kicked William out with one kick!

But having said that, when Mr. Nakaya called me his wife naturally, for a moment I really felt as if I was his wife.

Then I woke up quickly.

For Mr. Nakaya, I, who is six years younger, probably can only exist as a junior. Besides, he also said before that he lied about being husband and wife for the convenience of investigating the case.

I silently repeated this sentence several times in my heart.

Obviously knowing that this is the truth, but for some reason, the sense of loss still surged up uncontrollably.

"Did that guy do anything to you?"

Mr. Chuya pushed me down on the seat, although his tone was still angry, but his eyes were worried.

I shook my head, took a sip of the warm black tea from the teacup beside me.

"Well... there's no time to do anything, he just had a good time."

Mr. Chuya picked up the knife and fork on the side and handed it to me, raising his eyebrows at the same time, as if he was a little interested in William's hilarity.

I took the tableware and held them in my hands. This cold stimulation made me sober up a lot in an instant.I poked my head out and said in a low voice, "Mr. Chuya, do you know what I did just now?"

Mr. Nakaya rested his right arm on the back of the chair casually. Hearing my question, he leaned forward cooperatively and came over: "Well, it must not be simply going to the bathroom anyway."

......

Well, Mr. Chuya's ridicule is indeed correct.

I touched my nose in embarrassment, feeling the burning heat on my face again.

Now I am very close to Mr. Chuya, so close that there is only a gap of about ten centimeters between our nose tips, so close that as long as someone pushes me from behind, I can kiss Mr. Chuya precisely.

Thinking of the possibility of the latter, and thinking of the behavior of Mr. Nakaya's boyfriend Rimax just now, my heartbeat started to become a little irregular again.

I quietly moved my body back, and then said very seriously: "William is a professional lover, I just saw him hugging another rich woman, and his behavior is quite ambiguous!!"

I took out the attitude of a full-fledged gossip reporter, and said this news that I thought was very explosive.

However, Mr. Nakaya didn't seem too surprised, as if this matter was within his expectation.

My originally excited expression suddenly collapsed, and my tone was unconsciously a little disappointed: "That's it? That's it?? Why does Mr. Nakaya only have this reaction..."

This kind of feeling that I think I have eaten a shocking melon, but others react mediocrely is too uncomfortable.

Mr. Chuya stretched out his hand to help me cut the sausages on the plate into several pieces, and said, "It's not unusual for William to do such a thing. After all, being a lover to one person is different from being a lover to a hundred people." Lovers are no different to them."

Well, it is.

And William himself said that the only criterion for him to choose a target is money, as long as there is enough money, anyone can own him.

Once again, I felt a chill and an inexplicable sadness.

But from another perspective, William really deserves the title of Sea King.

I don't know if his thighs are aware of each other's existence, or William is an excellent time management master who can allocate the time of each lady.

Mr. Nakaya waved his hand lightly in front of me, and I came back to my senses.

He looked at me and said, "Should we talk to Anna later? After all, our suspect is Mr. Smith, so let's start with her."

I nodded in agreement, then finished the creamy mushroom soup in two or three gulps, signaling Mr. Nakaya to leave.

He looked at my anxious look, and showed a very helpless expression: "Have you eaten enough?"

I nodded immediately: "I'm full."

I was already full when I saw William and the rich wife making sauces together.

Plus, I don't think I'll be able to look straight at a matcha puff anymore.

251.

Anna seemed to be feeding old Elizabeth when we knocked on the door.

Old Elizabeth didn't look sane, she just mechanically chewed whatever food Anna stuffed into her mouth, not even caring if the sauce got on her lips.

Seeing us coming, Anna hastily cleaned up the messy tableware and food residues on the table.She frantically took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of the old woman's mouth. I vaguely saw something red stained on it.

Um?Ketchup?

I lost interest after just one glance, after all, what the old lady ate wasn't our focus.

Anna started to flush again, she wiped her hands, and stood in front of us with her head down, her voice was so small that she seemed to be dying in a second.

"Husband, madam, are you here with your husband to investigate..."

She raised her head timidly, glanced at me and Mr. Chuya quickly, and then quickly looked away.

I nodded and said with relief: "Don't be afraid, we just ask you a few questions."

She nodded nervously and led us across the room.

She didn't seem to relax a bit until she sat down on the couch.Anna's tense shoulders instantly relaxed, and even her voice was not so subtle anymore.

"What do you want to know, ma'am?"

I'm coming.

The time has come for a famous detective to show his skills in TV dramas and anime!

I started rubbing my hands inwardly, anticipating secretly.

"May I ask how much do you know about Mr. and Mrs. Smith?"

Hearing this question, Anna seemed to be lost in memories. She thought for a while and said, "Mrs. —”

"Sometimes she would rather come to chat with me than have afternoon tea with Mr. Smith."

She also looked a little confused.

Oh, so the relationship between husband and wife has broken down to this point?

Mr. Smith, who was already at odds with his wife, was surprised to find that his head had a little green color on it one day. Feeling that his dignity as a man was offended, he chose to kill his wife——

This reason seems appropriate.

I suddenly felt that I was a big step closer to the truth!

Mr. Nakaya, who was sitting next to me, suddenly asked, "Why do they have a bad relationship?"

Well?Why is the relationship bad?

This is something I hadn't thought of.

As soon as this question was mentioned, Anna's volume began to decrease again, and her fingers began to intertwine uncontrollably: "This... Mrs. Smith seems to look down on Mr. Smith."

As if she didn't feel like it was enough, she simply started clasping her hands.

And I saw that Mr. Nakaya narrowed his eyes slightly, and a scrutiny light seemed to flash through his eyes.

"continue."

His hand tapped lightly on the armrest of the sofa, and at the same time he raised his chin encouragingly.

"Mr. Smith is a descendant of a down-and-out nobleman. He married Mrs. Smith for money. And Mrs. Smith's father married his daughter for the name of that nobleman."

Oh, here it comes—

A background that is not valued by the wife's family.

Maybe Mr. Smith has suffered a lot of ostracism both openly and secretly, but he still has to pretend nothing happened and face life with a smile.

Reliable motivation added too!

Just when I thought I had obtained enough information, and I could try to deduce the incident with Mr. Chuya, Anna suddenly spoke.

"Do you think the murderer might be Mr. Smith?"

Ok?

Does Anna have the ability to read minds?

"Uh... yes."

I couldn't tell what she wanted to do for a while, but I nodded honestly and admitted.

As soon as I got my affirmative attitude, Anna showed an expression of "it really is so".

She shook her head slightly, then said firmly, "No, it can't be Mr. Smith."

etc--

Why are you so sure? Hey!

Mr. Chuya's expression also changed, but he was still much calmer than me: "Why are you so sure?"

"There is no love between Mrs. and Mrs. Smith. All this is just a transaction. What's more, Mr. Smith once signed a contract. If Mrs. Smith dies, all property will belong to her mother's family. Mr. Smith, who regards money as his life, does not would kill his own cash cow."

dry.

In this way, all my previous conjectures were overturned, hey!

Mr. Chuya continued to ask: "Is what you said true?"

Anna nodded vigorously, her expression looked very sincere: "I swear! Mrs. Smith told me all this! There is no lie!"

At this moment, Anna's assurances only add to the chill in my heart.

My whole body is out of my body.

When I was naive, I thought it was just a simple emotional discord, but I didn't expect you to be a contract couple!

I suddenly recalled the scene of meeting Mr. Smith for the first time in my mind.

Suddenly, something popped out of my mind.

and many more.

so--

At first, Mr. Smith looked at me with disgust and contempt, because he thought I didn't look rich enough? !

And when he saw Mr. Chuya, his eyes became more respectful. Is it because Mr. Zhongye is a rich man at first sight? !

I turned my head stiffly, and my eyes kept wandering back and forth between me and Mr. Chuya.

Mr. Chuya:?

Ok.

After watching it back and forth a few times, I have to admit.

Mr. Nakaya does look richer than me.

Even if I am now wrapped in a fox fur coat.

252.

It seems that Anna can't get any useful information here.

Nakaya-san and I bid farewell to Anna with mixed feelings and went back to our own room.

"Mr. Chuya, why don't we beat the rest of the people..."

I leaned against him and said in a muffled voice.

defeat.

So frustrating.

Before, I confidently said that I would solve the case, but in the end, I even went in the wrong direction.

Mr. Nakaya was silent for a while, then reached out and rubbed the top of my hair.

"No way, this is how to solve a case. Constantly build up conjectures and overthrow the conjectures, no one will know the truth immediately."

"There is one person, Mr. Chuya."

I drooped the corners of my mouth and replied listlessly.

Mr. Nakaya, who was reminded by me, showed a very indescribable expression. The palm that was pressing on my head suddenly lifted, and it did not fall for a long time.

"Ah, that guy."

Mr. Nakaya showed an expression as if he ate a fly.

"That guy doesn't count."

It seemed that my disappointment was too obvious, he bent down to see my expression, and at the same time reached out his hand and vigorously rubbed my hair.

"I kicked Willian today and I feel exhausted."

Ok?

what does this mean?

Do you mean to rest?

I frowned, blankly.

Then Mr. Nakaya supported his waist as if he was really tired, showing a very tired expression, and even his voice became weak.

Um?Playing sick while being handsome?

"So... I'm afraid it won't work after killing a thousand people. Let's solve the case honestly."

"But—" I tried my best to justify a few more words. After all, I really felt that maybe I didn't have that brain, and everything we did might be a waste of time.

Mr. Nakaya raised a finger to block my lips, and I could clearly feel the soft leather surface and his faint warmth.

Mr. Nakaya looked at me very seriously, and said, "I believe in you. I will believe in you no matter what, now and in the future."