fishing cliff

Fan Yichao put his hand on Yang Jing's shoulder and exited the door. Yan Zong looked around and closed the door again after Nie Heng went out.

Luo Xin turned back and forth between the lobby and the corridor on the first floor. In just 10 minutes, it seemed like he had been waiting for several hours. He was the first to see Fan Yichao helping Yang Jing go downstairs. , I don’t know what I’m thinking.

Nie Heng, who was following them, turned pale, but Yan Zong remained the same as when he went up.

Nie Heng described what he saw to the people waiting downstairs, and Lu Yu listened carefully. He was frightened by the sudden alone just now, and ran down in a hurry before he could investigate.

Jiang Rou put her elbows on the table, pinched the blue-gray hoop earrings on both sides of her ears with her thumb and forefinger, and murmured softly: "The body of a dead person is like an earthworm, and a big fish is heading towards a cliff in black water. The truth can only be found in death. Only at the end can we see clearly..."

The four people who came down from the upstairs only saw her bow her head and seemed to say a long sentence, but Lu Yu sat next to her and could hear it clearly. He quickly glanced at her in surprise and saw the woman's lips. With a sly smile, he stood up uncontrollably, and the chair was knocked down by his rude movements, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

Jiang Rou was startled, shrank her shoulders, and looked at Lu Yu with an innocent expression of panic and fear, and asked softly, "Uncle Lu, are you still feeling well?"

Lu Yu only felt that her gentle and pleasant face in the past had become extremely ferocious, and felt palpitations. He didn't dare to look directly at Jiang Rou's face, stroked his chest and said, "It's okay! It's okay..."

Nie Heng walked to Luo Xin's side, with a solemn expression, his eyes slowly swept across the other five people, and said: "Now I agree with what Fan Yichao said yesterday, the murderer is probably among us."

Fan Yichao shuddered when he heard his name, and said in a flustered tone, "Yes, if this person is not caught as soon as possible, who knows who he will kill next?"

Yan Zong went back to the table where he had breakfast, pulled out the chair and sat down, just across the table from Luo Xin.

"There is no lock in the room here, only a latch is installed inside, so Yao Wenbing knew the murderer and opened the door for him on his own initiative."

"This is not nonsense, the eight of us all know each other!" At this point, Fan Yichao couldn't care about the gap between him and Yan Zong, and he didn't have the flattery he showed when they met in the past.

Yan Zong glanced at him indifferently, then looked away, and continued to analyze: "But Yao Wenbing was killed when he was walking towards the bed with his back to the murderer. It can be seen that he not only knew this person, but also had an extraordinary relationship."

Fan Yichao choked for a moment, but was still unconvinced: "What if the murderer entered the room through a secret passage to sneak attack, or faked the scene after killing someone?"

"First of all, as long as the murderer doesn't know the invisibility and wall penetration skills, even if he comes out of the secret passage, he can't attack quietly from behind. Second, unless there are professionals, the fake scene will leave more traces. According to the bed sheet Judging from the bloodstains and other clues, what we saw was basically the scene at the time of the crime.”

"Lu Yu!" Fan Yichao was emotional, and suddenly pointed at Lu Yu, "You have the best relationship with Yao Wenbing here, and you live next door to him, the murderer is you!"

Lu Yu had experienced too much in just one hour, and now that he was accused, he couldn't bear too much anger. He sighed: "Xiao Fan, can you stop being so impulsive? You have to prove everything."

"I hope to hear everyone describe the itinerary after eight o'clock last night in turn."

Luo Xin has been staring at Yan Zong since he sat down, and now he asked puzzledly: "Yan... Yan Zong, do you mean that the murder happened within this range?"

"I'm not a professional either, so I can only make a rough judgment based on the condition of the corpse spots, but I observed that the slippers placed under the bedside table in the deceased's room had no traces of use, and it is very likely that they were killed before washing."

Nie Heng's expression changed. He was quite calm when he went up, but it was far from Yan Zong's true calmness and self-control.

As an elder, Lu Yu had to admit that Yan Zong was terrifying and powerful. He felt that he had a clear conscience and took the lead in answering: "After I went up, Lao Yao and I first entered my room together and talked about things, but it took only half an hour. I went back, the time was around 08:30, and then I went to the public bathroom on the third floor to wash up briefly, and then I stayed in the room alone."

"No one can prove it."

Lu Yu looked at Fan Yichao with dissatisfaction, and said, "I just said what I should say, that's all."

"Then I have nothing to say. I was alone in my room. No one came to look for me and I didn't look for anyone. It's just that I couldn't sleep because I went to bed too early. I only squinted for a few hours until dawn. , I already said that this morning.”

Lu Yu sarcastically said tit-for-tat: "According to this, you have plenty of time to commit crimes, no wonder you look so bad in the morning."

Fan Yichao had a ghost in his heart, so he dared not speak out.

When it was Nie Heng's turn, he took a look at Luo Xin first, and reported truthfully: "After Luo Xin and I returned to the room, we talked for less than 10 minutes before he went out again and came back almost an hour later, at nine Thirty-six minutes."

Yang Jing was surprised: "You remember so clearly?"

Nie Heng smiled wryly: "I was worried that something might happen to Luo Xin, so I kept checking the time, but I don't know who he went to and what he did, so let him tell himself."

"If Luo Xin didn't go out later, then he would have been with me for this hour." Yang Jing sensed the strange atmosphere between the two of them, and simply made it clear.

This was beyond Nie Heng's expectations, and he kept asking: "Luo Xin is looking for you? What do you have to talk about?"

Yang Jing squinted at Luo Xin with a half-smile, she didn't mean to be flirtatious, but her talent and practice make perfect, she has a charming atmosphere. "Mr. Luo asked all kinds of questions, and the topic was always inseparable from Boss Yan, but I think the things he inquired about had nothing to do with work, but just Boss Yan himself. Out of politeness and because I had nothing else to do, I chatted with him a few more words."

Feeling Yan Zong's probing eyes, Luo Xin's face became hot, and he forced himself to be calm: "There's no need to tell everyone, Miss Yang, what did you do after I left?"

"Clean up and go to bed. It's the first time in my life to use soap to remove makeup. I don't have a watch. It should be in the early ten o'clock when everything is done. It's rare to go to bed early without work to do. So how did Miss Jiang spend last night? where?"

Jiang Rou was named, and a smile appeared on her face. She looked at Yan Zong and said, "I went to Mr. Yan's room before ten o'clock, and I didn't go back until almost twelve o'clock."

Yan Zong nodded, admitting it, and said: "There is no big problem with the time. I think Jiang Rou's suspicion can basically be ruled out. If Jiang Rou is the murderer, go to the deceased's room immediately after 08:30, and come again before ten o'clock." In my room, I will kill people in just one and a half hours and eliminate the evidence left on her body. But when I saw her, there was no flaw in her makeup and clothes."

Luo Xin didn't have the heart to listen to Yan Zong's meticulous analysis at all, he stared at Jiang Rou almost like a knife, gritted his teeth and asked, "Go to Yan Zong's room so late, chat for two hours, is there any important thing that deserves your attention?" Are women so unreserved?"

Although these words are not unpleasant, but the meaning is very impolite, but Jiang Rou just smiled gently, imitating what he said just now and replied: "There is no need to explain private matters to everyone."

"Heh," Yang Jing couldn't help laughing, and teased Luo Xin: Mr. Luo is young, why is he thinking so old-fashioned, unmarried men and women are unmarried, as long as it doesn't hinder others from doing anything. "

She seemed to be speaking for Jiang Rou, but her tone was frivolous, and her eyes didn't show any warmth. Jiang Rou maintained her usual generous posture, pretending she didn't understand.

"It's funny, you said we have to believe it? Who knows if it's a play sung by the partners."

"I like to tell the truth and evidence when I do things, but obviously everyone is talking about the alibi." Yan Zong said to Fan Yichao, "Then I have a new proposal. The murderer should use a sharp weapon. I started to search the rooms one by one, maybe we can find the murder weapon or other evidence.”

"No!" Fan Yichao blurted out his veto in shock and anger, noticing the astonished eyes of everyone, he blushed and explained, "Well, I..."

"It seems that we should check from your room first, maybe there will be unexpected gains." Yan Zong stood up with a bad look on his face.

"Even if there is a murder weapon, would the murderer be so stupid as to leave it behind? Wouldn't it be fine to just throw it into the sea through the window? Or use the knife in the kitchen to kill someone and then wash it and put it back!"

Yan Zong turned around and went to the kitchen, looked at it for a while, then came out and asked Jiang Rou: "Are there not enough knives in the kitchen?"

Jiang Rou shook her head.

"The fatal wound on the back of the deceased's head was not like a sharp blade, but a stab with the tip. There were only two ordinary kitchen knives in the kitchen, and there were no signs of wear and tear. They should not be the murder weapon."

When Yang Jing heard Yan Zong's icy voice, she shrank her feet unconsciously, and breathed a sigh of relief in a blink of an eye. If the kitchen knife was really a murder weapon, who would be able to eat.

Yan Zong talked about this, and Fan Yichao's refusal would only speed up the loss of others' trust in him.

Seven people walked up to the second floor one after another, but the room could not be locked. Fan Yichao pushed the door open with anger, and walked into his room first.