After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

253.

The lights in the bar were dim, and occasionally a few couples of men and women danced gently to the rhythm of jazz.

Maybe it's because of the lighting, or maybe it's because of the soft jazz music and the faint fragrance, I always feel that the atmosphere here is extraordinarily ambiguous.

Mr. Nakaya led me around the crowd, and we found Mr. Smith at the bar.

Mr. Smith had a glass of martini in his hand, and he had a flattering smile on his face, as if he was whispering something to a lady beside him.

With a smile on the corner of the other party's lips, he listened to him very politely.Then just as Mr. Smith's hand was about to touch hers, she stood up abruptly, waved the glass of martini to Mr. Smith's face.

Mr. Smith wiped his face, looking very annoyed.

His hands clenched into fists and then loosened several times.Finally, he snatched a glass of wine from the tray in the hands of the passing waiter, drank it down, and then slammed the empty glass on the table.

Oh, it seems that the thigh hug failed.

It is obvious that Mr. Smith does not welcome us at this moment.

He stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, pretending nothing happened, and then snorted, "What are you doing here?"

As expected of Mr. Smith, he didn't feel the embarrassment of being brushed off at all!

With an official smile, I said, "We need to investigate the truth about Mrs. Smith's death, please cooperate."

Now that Anna has helped us rule out the possibility that the murderer is Mr. Smith, Smith is now an ordinary tool man.

A tool that allows us to extract valid information.

254.

We took Mr. Smith out of the corridor.

He leaned against the wall, first smelled the smell on his shirt with disgust, then moved his shoulders uncomfortably, and changed his standing position.

"If you have anything to say, hurry up, I still have things to do."

Oh, indeed.

Mr. Smith is obviously still busy looking for golden thighs.

Seriously, I think he could learn a little bit from William.

However, I seriously doubt that the main reason for William's flirtatiousness is that he is good-looking.

I sorted out my thoughts, and when I was about to speak, Mr. Smith said first: "If you suspect that I am a murderer, there is no need."

Ok?

I obviously haven't said anything yet.

Mr. Smith glanced at me sideways, then moved his gaze down to the large rings on his hand.

"I know that William is her lover. It was me who got to know the two of them."

what? !

what? !

I suddenly felt that my brain was not enough.

It turns out that Mr. Smith is willing to wear a hat? !

Shock.

It really shocked me.

Ignoring my distorted expression because of the collapse of the three views, Mr. Smith said to himself: "I don't have any feelings anyway, isn't it good to play with each other?"

His tone was so straightforward that I was powerless to refute.

William: As long as the lover has money, the more the better

Mr. Smith: Isn't it fun to play differently?

Mrs. Smith: I'm jealous of his noble title!

Well, I don't know why, but somehow I think the three of them might be a good match...

To be honest, I had doubts about Anna's testimony at first, because after all, it was only her one-sided statement.

Mrs. Smith is dead, and no one can tell me if Anna is telling the truth.

Now that I have Mr. Smith's testimony, I feel that Anna's words are more credible.

After all, the premise that the murderer is Mr. Smith is that he suddenly found himself green.

But the fact is that even William was introduced by Mr. Smith.

Then this premise obviously does not hold.

"Is there nothing else? I'm not the murderer. Go find someone else yourself."

Mr. Smith waved his hand in disgust, turned around and went into the bar again.

I turned to look at Mr. Nakaya.

His expression didn't look too good either, as if he didn't expect things to develop like this.

I sighed, feeling exhausted physically and mentally.

"Mr. Chuya, I think I need to wake up."

He nodded, and then suggested: "Go to the deck and stay for a while, it shouldn't be so cold now."

255.

It is noon now, and there are not many people on the deck.

I leaned on the railing and looked at the scenery.

No, this may not be called a landscape.

There is nothing around but a vast ocean.

This huge luxury cruise ship floats on the water, like an isolated island, and like the legendary Noah's Ark.

It's a pity that this is not an ark that can lead us to the way of life.

It's a death cruise.

I feel as if I suddenly got the author's malice.

The cruise ship was still moving slowly, and I suddenly thought of a question, so I asked aloud: "If we don't go out all the time, what will happen?"

Mr. Nakaya leaned against the railing with his elbows resting on it, looking very comfortable.

"Probably stay here until the end of the story."

Is that so?

Well.

I turned my head and started to focus on the calm and waveless sea again.

But judging from the current situation, if the ending of this novel is a happy ending, there will be ghosts.

I reached out and poked Mr. Chuya's arm: "Mr. Chuya, I'm going to the bathroom."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at me, his eyebrows were full of teasing: "Oh, be careful not to meet William."! !

William must be busy pleasing the rich lady right now, so how could he have time to stroll on the deck!

Besides, it would be too coincidental if I met William twice in the bathroom on the same day!

If I really meet him, I will act like a princess hugging Mr. Nakaya!

256.

I walked steadily all the way to the bathroom.

No strange people came to interfere.

There were not many people on the deck at this time, resulting in the bathroom being empty.

I turned on the faucet, and a clear, cold liquid gushed out and poured on my hands.

This temperature is really autistic.

I shivered from the cold, then quickly settled the fight, picked up a towel beside me and wiped my hands.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard some strange noises from the innermost compartment.

It was as if someone had been strangled by the throat.

I hesitated.

Then the sound quickly disappeared again.

Maybe I got it wrong.

I put the towels on a side rack and started to leave.

However, things backfired. When I made up my mind to leave, I heard a muffled sound.

It was the sound of someone banging on the stencil of a toilet cubicle.

Then, the sound of struggling came again.

I felt my scalp start to tingle and goosebumps started to pop up on my arms.

I probably ran into a murder scene again.

This idea came out of my heart silently.

257.

I leaned over cautiously, even my breathing became thinner.

Coincidentally, the people in the cubicle don't seem to care that someone pops in.

Because he didn't close the door.

Yes, it's him.

I saw a tall, thin man standing inside, his golden hair was as dazzling as the morning sun, and at the same time had a pearly luster.

I stepped forward in one breath and opened the compartment door.

William turned his head abruptly, shaking his hands tightly clutching the rope a little harder. His expression was as sinister as a poisonous snake, but his eyes were amazingly bright, and even the corners of his lips had a slight hint of Excited smile.

My whole body was stiff, and my eyes moved down unconsciously.

In the morning, the rich lady who was with him was lying on the toilet, a long and thin hemp rope was wrapped around her fragile neck a few times, making her face flushed.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that the eyes of the rich lady are going to pop out.

Her arm, which was slapping the toilet cubicle the last second, slid down feebly, but William's strength did not slacken in any way.

The hemp rope was so tight that it couldn't be tighter. I took a rough look and found that the diameter was not much thicker than the lady's forearm.

William let go of his hand suddenly, and the lady rolled down to the ground like a broken sack, making a heavy sound.

William turned his head and gave me a small smile.

run.

Run! !

My fragile nerves were finally sensitive once, and the harsh alarm bell sounded in my mind.

Like a conditioned reflex, I ran away.

Just as I was about to rush out, William grabbed my hair and pulled me back.

He covered my mouth with his hand, and even suppressed my cry for help.

woo....

But, damn it, it's all the fault of short legs.

If I swap heights with William, I can run out!

He pulled my hair hard and dragged me into another compartment.This time he learned to be smart, not only closed the door, but also locked it.

it hurts.

My scalp was sore and painful, and my back was not comfortable being pressed against the doorknob.

I reached out to pinch William, but he let go of my hair and grabbed my hands instead, pinning me against the door.

I tried to bite his hand, but William's strength was too great, I even doubted that he would crush my mandible.

"you again."

William's tone was light, and I couldn't hear any emotion from it, but this made me even more scared.

I am stupid.

Half of them here are murderers.

Apparently, William was also one of them.

"I'll let you go, and if you dare to scream, I'll break your neck."

I nodded without hesitation, because I believed that it would not be a trouble for him to strangle another person.

William let go.

I turned to look at him.

"You killed her."

William nodded of course and repeated my words: "I killed her."

I opened my mouth and didn't speak for a long time.

A gentle smile appeared on William's beautiful face. From his face, I couldn't see the slightest panic of being caught, let alone the guilt of killing someone.

"Give way?"

He gestured to me with his hand.

I almost walked a few steps aside, and then watched him open the door naturally, and went back to another compartment.

When William came out again, I saw that his hands were full of jewelry from the rich lady.

I dare say that even the diamond ornaments inlaid on the hem of the rich lady's skirt were buttoned up by him.

"You... just killed her for these..."

William took out a black velvet bag and packed all the bits and pieces of jewelry into it.

Then he showed an innocent smile like a child.

"Otherwise?" William asked me back, his eyes were full of joyful smiles, as if he had won a big prize, "other than these things, what else could they bring me?"

Ignoring me who was already unable to respond, William said to himself, "Actually, she didn't have to die so quickly."

"It's a pity that she lied to me. I thought she was a lady of the Duke's family. It turned out that she was just one of the Duke's many lovers. In this case, it would be a bit too wasteful to waste time on her."

William shook his head, as if it was a pity.

He put the flannel bag into his arms, and left here with brisk steps.

When he was about to pass me by, he spit out lightly: "I sincerely suggest you not to say anything about it, even if you say it, no one will believe it."

I don't know why, but I just think he's lost in finding his next prey.

258.

"Mr. Chuya!!"

I ran over quickly and almost rushed into Mr. Chuya's arms.

Although his expression was blank, he still chose to reach out and catch me.

"what happened?"

I took a few breaths and grabbed his hand in a panic.

"I saw William kill."

Mr. Nakaya was stunned for a moment, and then became furious: "Huh?! I knew you shouldn't be allowed to run around alone! What did that guy do to you?!"

Wow, Mr. Nakaya is really maxing out his anger now.

Seeing him like this made me feel relieved.

He didn't do anything to me, but I think he might be the murderer. "

After I finished saying this, the angry expression on Mr. Nakaya's face turned into a daze again in an instant.

I hastened to tell him everything I had just seen.

Then Mr. Chuya's expression changed from shock to anger, from anger to fury, and then from fury to speechlessness.

"..."

"Mr. Chuya?"

Mr. Chuya fell into an inexplicable silence. After a few minutes, he opened his mouth to speak, but even his tone became low.

"Why don't you call me?"

Um?Are you stuck here?

I replied naturally: "He said that if I shouted, he would break my neck."

Mr. Chuya looked up at me, his eyes full of accusations.

It seems to be questioning me【You don't believe me? 】Same.

Mr. Nakaya pressed the brim of his hat uncomfortably, and then said silently: "That kind of thing...I can deal with it before he touches you."

Oh, although I don't know whether it is true or not, I am very moved by Mr. Chuya's intention.

My eyes flickered slightly, and I decided to continue the topic just now: "I guess, William killed Mrs. Smith for money."