After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

259.

"No, the murderer was not William."

Mr. Chuya very decisively denied my guess.

hum.

"Why, Mr. Chuya..."

I was quite excited and suddenly turned into a crying expression, and even my shoulders collapsed.

Ju, actually denied my guess so quickly!

"If William was the murderer, then we should be out by now."

Mr. Nakaya didn't seem to have any special expression, he stated the fact in a calm tone, without any look of disappointment on his face.

Frustrated, I lay down on the railing, hanging like a soft cat from the white-painted metal fence.

But apart from this, I really can't think of anyone else who could be the murderer.

It can't be Anna or old Elizabeth, can it?

The former dare not speak loudly, and the latter may not even be able to take two quick steps.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that they are playing me.

But even so, they have no motive at all?

"Well, could it be that Mrs. Smith was killed by a passer-by killer?"

I suddenly thought of something, my whole body trembled, and then I raised my head and asked aloud.

The odds are slim, but in this case I feel the need to think about it.

"No, that fellow Edogawa said something, the author of this book will not write such boring things."

won't it...

I hung my head down again.

Well, since this is the case, I can only continue to use my brain that I have watched hundreds of episodes of ○nan to think about.

Well, we are now, so to speak, in a predicament.All available clues and evidence were exhausted, but the conclusions reached were all wrong.

In this case, perhaps we should go back to basics.

"Mr. Nakaya, let's take another look at Mr. and Mrs. Smith's room."

I suggested so.

260.

Mr. Nakaya agreed to my request without much hesitation.

We re-entered the cabin without delay.

After the murder, the entire room was sealed off, and the corpse was transported out by the staff early.

Mr. Smith naturally chose another room to check in.

Mr. Nakaya reached out and tore off the seal on the door, then took two steps back and raised his leg, kicking the door lock very naturally.

Ok?

How come Mr. Nakaya is as proficient in this action as the delinquent boys I have seen?

No, it shouldn't.

Mr. Nakaya is a well-educated business elite, how could he be like a delinquent boy?

This strange déjà vu must be my illusion.

261.

The room was clearly cleaned on purpose.

The blood-stained Persian rug in front of the bed had been replaced with a new wool rug, and the books that had been scattered all over the floor had been put back on the table.

This is too clean, right? ?

I feel like I'm going bald, really.

Even if ○ Nan Bennan is here, I don't think he can say anything.

If it weren't for the strong smell of disinfectant in the air, I would have wondered if this was a brand new room.

I turned my head and looked at Mr. Chuya in blank dismay.

"Huh?! When did these bastards clean the room? I remember it was still the same in the morning?!"

Mr. Nakaya stomped his feet in anger. If it wasn't for the ceiling blocking him, he would definitely be so angry that he would fly into the sky.

But I remember that Mr. Nakaya's supernatural ability seems to be based on gravity. In this case, even if he flies into the sky, he should be able to drag himself down, right?

Oh, if you think about it this way, Mr. Chuya's ability is really convenient!

"Try to find clues first, maybe there will be some unexpected surprises in the corner."

Brain pain.

It's really a headache.

Although on the surface I seem to have a lot of ideas and said something [maybe there will be surprises], but in fact, I am more helpless than anyone else.

It would be better to have a blast with Mr. Nakaya on the deck.

I feel like I'm here to show off my intelligence...

I bit the bullet and walked into the room, trying to find some clues that might be useful.Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of Mr. Chuya from the corner of my eye, and I saw that he was also very distressed.

Mr. Nakaya had one hand on his waist, his pretty eyebrows were also furrowed, and he stretched out his hand and kept groping.I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that his eyes are full of confusion just like mine.

Should it be said that it is a husband and wife file (pseudo)?

I unconsciously walked to the desk, picked up a beautifully bound book and flipped through it casually.

It seems to be a French book, I can't understand a single word...

After reading it back and forth twice, I lost interest and planned to put the book back.

However, there was a sudden sound of glass breaking, and I shook my hand and dropped the book on the ground.

The direction the voice came from...

Mr. Nakaya and I exchanged glances.

This voice came from our room.

Mr. Nakaya's eyes became sharper, he walked like a conditioned reflex and wanted to rush to the next door, but suddenly stopped and looked at me fixedly.

"Wait a minute, I'll go take a look with you."

Although there may be something dangerous next door, I don't think staying here alone is any safer than going next door.

I bent down to pick up the book, but something else caught my eye.

It was a small piece of golden tassel.

Ok?

Curiosity drove me to reach out and grab the tassel.

"Sashi?"

Seeing that I hadn't gotten up for a long time, Mr. Nakaya asked aloud.

I heard his question, but didn't respond to him.Because I don't know why, I have an inexplicable feeling in my heart.

It's as if a voice is telling me that what's behind this tassel is so important that I'm so focused on it now that I can't distract myself from answering any questions.

I pulled hard, and a palm-sized sheepskin-bound book was pulled out by me.

Mr. Nakaya also came to me at this time.

This is a very ordinary book, there is no other decoration except for the tassel, and there is no words on the cover.

"what is this?"

Mr. Chuya's eyes were also attracted by the thing in my hand.

I opened the first page and suddenly realized something after seeing the delicate pen writing on it.

"Is this a diary?"

It's like... a Mrs. Smith's diary.

Mr. Nakaya and I quickly flipped through this handbook, and most of the first few pages contained nothing useful.In addition to complaining about Mr. Smith, Mrs. Smith is complaining about the boring trip.Occasionally, some words of admiration for William will be mixed in the diary...

I quickly glanced at the following text.

"and many more--"

Mr. Nakaya suddenly reached out to stop my movement, his fingertips rested on a certain page, and then slowly reached out to clamp the extra pages that had been turned over under his fingers.

He gestured for me to read the words on the open pages.

【May 1

Today is the seventh day on this cruise ship.

It's hard to imagine that such a prosperous cruise ship doesn't have a prey that I like.

Only, only my fair William—

I can't wait to see what he looks like in my collection.

No, I can't kill him so quickly.

My precious and unique William deserves a grand death.

I hope Smith can abide by the agreement and don't bother me.

Tsk, when he was on land, he often robbed me.Every time they robbed my collection, they pretended to give me a new one——

Just a down and out nobleman.

If my father hadn't insisted on telling me not to kill him, I would have slit his throat long ago!

However, the William he sent this time is very suitable for me. For his sake, I can temporarily ignore the past.]

Wait, this? !

My eyes suddenly became frightened, as if instinctively, I began to look for Mr. Nakaya unconsciously.

"It seems that Mrs. Smith and Mr. Smith are both members of the murderers."

He spoke out the unsure thoughts in my mind.

dry.

So in the end, this is a murderer killing a murderer.

So are there any normal people around me? ? !

I used to think that the Smiths and William were cuckolding each other, but now it seems that they are killing each other.

But from Mrs. Smith's words, I don't think she knows William's real purpose.In the same way, I also think that William never thought that his prey actually regarded him as prey.

I stretched out my hand numbly, and continued to turn the diary back a page.

【May 1

I'm so excited.

Finally, I finally met my new doll!

She looks like a lost lamb, although she is dressed strangely, but this does not prevent me from admiring her.

Look at that silky blond hair and melancholy blue eyes!

I was very generous and led her to the banquet. I planned to find an opportunity to take her to a corner and cut her fragile neck, but I didn't expect her to be taken away by someone else——

But it doesn't matter.

I will find her.

I definitely will--】

After writing this diary, the notes became more and more scribbled, especially the last sentence.

The black handwriting stretched out a long line, as if something happened suddenly, which made her unable to stop writing as usual.

"Saxi." Mr. Nakaya straightened my body suddenly, his eyes widened slightly, and I felt a trace of fear in his expression.

"You said before, who led you to the banquet scene—"

The hand he was holding on to my shoulder kept exerting force, which gave me the illusion that my bones were about to be crushed.

I could answer this question without thinking, and I said in a normal tone, "It's Mrs. Smith."

etc--

Mr. Nakaya and I looked into each other's eyes.

Mrs. Smith—?

I looked down at the diary in my hand in a daze.

I'm her so-called new doll! ! !

ah ah ah-

At this moment, there is a screaming chicken and a groundhog singing together in my heart.

Dry!

Where did she see that my eyes were melancholy blue? ? ?

And, so I took a cannon fodder script for the opening kill? ?

"Mr. Chuya—"

hum.

Mr. Chuya's eyes are gloomy and terrifying now, and I can even feel a vague murderous aura from him.

Do not--

I unconsciously leaned back tactically.

It's not vague anymore.

It is no exaggeration to say that I feel that Mr. Chuya's murderous intent has materialized.Of course, it is also possible that I had hallucinations due to overcompensation. Anyway, I saw black gas lingering behind him, like some weird seaweed.

I quickly reached out to hold the petite Mr. Chuya, and then tried to smooth my hair: "Calm down, Mr. Chuya! The most urgent task now is to solve the case!"

"Do you guys know that you almost died, hey!"

"I know." I nodded respectfully.

"When will you learn to be wary of strangers!"

"Learn this and learn this." I nodded and bowed a lot.

"Hey, are you kidding me?"

Mr. Nakaya was originally in a state of frenzy, but he didn't expect that after I said a few words, his whole body collapsed instantly.

With a bit of accusation in his eyes, he said weakly.

With a pure and simple smile all over my face, I shook my head and said, "No, how could it be, it's impossible~"

Then Mr. Nakaya took a deep look at me, and buckled his hat very helplessly.

Ok?

Is this over?

I thought that Mr. Chuya would continue to educate me.

But having said that, Mr. Chuya, who is speechless and unable to refute, is inexplicably cute.

262.

I cleared my throat, held up the notebook as evidence and said seriously:

"Mr. Nakaya, based on the contents of Mrs. Smith's diary, I can make a reasonable guess—"

"I've been taken as a prey by Mr. and Mrs. Smith."

"Then Mr Smith killed Mrs Smith during the fight for the right to kill."

Yes, in a circle, the murderer became Mr. Smith again.

After all, it has been written in the diary that the Smiths have a history of competing for prey.

"But why did Mr. Smith kill Mrs. Smith this time?"

Mr. Nakaya pointed out a blind spot that I ignored because of my excitement. Just as I was about to say something, there was an unexpected voice at the door.

"Because she is useless, her family's capital chain has been broken, and now there is only an empty shell left."

Mr. Smith suddenly appeared at the door of the room.

He stood at the door blocking most of the light, and the wall lamp in the corridor reflected his side face, which made me feel a little creepy.

Not brothers--

It's the first time I've seen a self-destructive murderer.

If I knew I should have come and turned this room upside down in the first place!

Mr. Smith suddenly laughed strangely, and then pulled out a knife as long as his arm from behind.

"Thank you for my generosity, let you be a fool."

He rushed over with a knife, and Mr. Nakaya and I looked at each other at the same time.

It's now.

The golden light bursts out like the day we were sucked into the book.