I keep peace by drawing cards

Xia Youjie briefly told Zhong Yuan Zhongye about his relationship with Mrs. Slick.

"It's really complicated."

Zhongyuan also commented.

He is a little guilty, because his identity is not simple.

He hesitated whether to share information with these two people.

While Nakahara was thinking about it, Gojo Satoru found a suitcase under the bed.

The suitcase was gray and locked with a lock.

Hidden in such a secret place, there must be some clues hidden.

"Looking for the key." Xia Youjie thought of Mrs. Slick's corpse downstairs, "Maybe it's on the corpse."

Nakahara Chuya rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair wrist, with blue blood vessels still visible on it, he said impatiently, "Isn't it enough to just tear it off, is it so troublesome?"

He pulled the lock vigorously with his fingers, but it didn't move.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He forgot that he is wearing a weak shell now.

Damn Edogawa Ranpo! !Don't let him get caught! !

Gojo Satoru didn't hide his ridicule at all, Xia Youjie coughed happily, but hid his smile, he took the box and said, "Central Plains cadre, let me do it."

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't hesitate: "I've said it all, I'm not Zhongyuan Zhongye!"

As long as he doesn't admit it, this weak person who can be easily crushed to death is not Zhongya Zhongyuan.

"Well, you're not."

Xia Youjie treats Chuya Zhongyuan completely with the attitude of coaxing Wujowu.

Zhongyuan Zhongye saw that he didn't believe it, so he repeated it solemnly: "I am not Zhongyuan Zhongye..."

He turned his mind around, and now this weak identity coincides with one of his colleagues at the port Mafia inexplicably.

Zhong Yuanzhong also wrote the colleague's usual appearance, frowning, clenched his hands into fists, and coughed lowly.

He spat out a name: "Akutagawa Ryunosuke."

Xia Youjie: "?"

Gojo Satoru: "?"

Chuya Nakahara nodded and said affirmatively, "I am Ryunosuke Akutagawa."

"Akutagawa Ryunosuke?" Xia Youjie repeated, "The leader of Mafia at the port is directly under the guerrilla captain?"

Xia Youjie had obviously heard the name Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Once a lie is spoken, it becomes fluent again.

Chuya Nakahara affirmed, "Yes, I am Ryunosuke Akutagawa."

"puff."

Gojo Satoru laughed, and said with a slightly sinister air: "Then Mr. Akutagawa Ryunosuke, the guerrilla captain directly under the leader of Mafia at the port, please hurry up and find the murderer."

Nakahara Chuya: "...Why don't you look for it?"

Gojo Satoru spread his hands together: "Aren't we looking for it?"

Xia Youjie broke the lock and opened the box.

Inside the box were exquisitely crafted and expensive jewellery, and two gold bars, and in addition to these, a few dresses.

After pouring out all the contents of the suitcase, Xia Youjie rummaged through it again, for fear of missing any clues.

"One thing is strange. Mrs. Slick shouldn't be so rich to use such luxurious jewelry. As her lover, Joan knows something about her family. Mrs. Slick's money didn't come from Mr. Slick. Yes, every month, a sum of money will be transferred to her account, but the remitter is not Mr. Slick."

Xia Youjie shook the suitcase and heard a strange sound.

There was also a hidden interlayer in the suitcase. Xia Youjie opened the interlayer and found a photo.

Nakahara Chuya said bluntly: "Is it your nude photo again?"

Xia Youjie choked on his saliva and coughed for a while before replying: "No."

This is a group photo, all of which are girls in white skirts.

There is a line of words written on the top of the photo: St. Mary's Ladies' College.

Xia Youjie inspected the photos with his eyes, and he noticed that the girl standing on the far right in the second row seemed to be Mrs. Slick when she was young.

Gojo Satoru pointed to the person next to her: "Is this the mistress?"

Xia Youjie recalled the appearance of the hostess: "It seems to be."

He put away the photos, and several people searched the room for a while, but found no other clues.

"Let's go to the hostess' room to take a look." Xia Youjie suggested.

Gojo Satoru and Zhongyuan Zhong also had no objection.

They found the housekeeper again and opened the hostess' room.

Once inside, the smell of blood hits the face.

Xia Youjie took the photo and compared it with the hostess, and confirmed that the one standing next to Mrs. Slick was the hostess.

Mrs. Slick and the hostess are both students of St. Mary's Women's College, so they have known each other for a long time.

But judging from the state of Mrs. Slick's meeting with the hostess at the beginning, they were not familiar with each other. It was only after he and Mrs. Slick visited the garden that she briefly chatted with the hostess.

Xia Youjie remembered that after Mrs. Slick came back, he casually asked her if she knew the hostess. Mrs. Slick looked responsible and said strangely, "How could I know the beautiful and rich Mrs. Mogg?"

Why do they pretend like they don't know each other?

Xia Youjie's gaze returned to the hostess' body.

why?

Why do you pose like this?

Confession?

What did the person who killed her want her to confess?

Gojo Satoru lifted the oil painting on the wall and found the box in the secret compartment. He took out the letter inside and read:

"The sun is shining today, and I can't help but think of the day we first met. You are wearing a skirt, and when you walk around, the butterflies embroidered on the corner of the skirt seem to fly."

"You are holding a drawing board and drawing pictures against the lavender field, and the sun is falling on you, making your whole body glow with ethereal golden light."

"For a moment, I seemed to see an angel."

"At that time, I was thinking that my poor life was not so bad, because on this bright afternoon, someone fell into the world for me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also shook his body: "Okay...disgusting."

"Disgusting?" Wujo Gojo smiled maliciously, and handed the stack of letters to Chuya Zhongyuan, and he read slowly, "All letters are signed, I love you, Joe, Ann."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

If I had known earlier, I might as well have told myself honestly.

Xia Youjie sighed and said, "You are also a person with a complicated story."

Gojo Satoru: "Let's be honest, Mustard, Chuan, Dragon, Zhi, Jie, Xian, Sheng."

He purposely recited the fake name that Zhongyuan Zhongye said word by word, with a very nasty expression on his face.

"My identity is Mogg's illegitimate son. When he was traveling abroad, he met a woman from a restaurant. After having a good time with the woman from the restaurant, I gave birth to me. I was born weak, and he did not admit that I was his child. After my mother died , I was living alone in the slums, and it was a coincidence that I met Ailuka. Not long after we fell in love, Mogg, an old pervert, fell in love with Ailuka, and used his power to force Ailuka's parents. I was forced to marry Mogg, but our relationship did not end because she married my father."

Gojo Satoru muttered: "One or two, it's such a waste of time to play."

Xia Youjie and Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that they had been hit by several arrows.

Xia Youjie caught the loophole: "You said Mogg didn't recognize you, but why were you invited to the banquet?"

Zhong Yuan also shook his head: "I don't know."

"Perhaps, someone knows."

Butler room.

"You want to ask the master why he held this banquet? Master Mogg likes to be lively by nature. It is very normal to hold a banquet and invite friends to participate."

The butler's voice was erratic, obviously lying.

Gojo Satoru was too lazy to go around in circles with him, so he pushed Chuya Nakahara: "Do you know this person?"

The butler's eyes flashed: "Yes, Mr. Joan Jack."

Xia Youjie said directly: "Mr. Steward should know that Joan is Mr. Mogg's son."

The butler pretended to be surprised: "Really?"

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes: "You still pretend."

The butler put away his surprised expression, and calmly said, "I'm just a butler. I don't know much about Master Mogg's private affairs."

It seems that the butler will not say anything.

Xia Youjie didn't continue to ask this question. Instead, he talked about another thing: "Except for Mrs. Slick, the dead Mr. Mogg and Mrs. Aluka died in the room, and their door locks are all intact. , there is no trace of external force to pry it open, and the windows are all closed, so it is true that, as others said, the evil spirits entered through the wall and killed them?"

The butler put on a face and said, "I've heard some servants mention the evil spirit Mr. Joan mentioned, but some bad things happened in the castle, maybe it's really the evil spirit hiding in the castle doing evil."

He didn't seem too afraid of the evil spirit, but instead reminded them: "Gentlemen, be careful, don't be cursed by the evil spirit."

After speaking, the butler smiled and sent them out of the room.

They came to the living room, and there were several people sitting in the living room, each with a sullen face.

"What a broken place, if you find out, you won't come to the banquet!"

"What are you complaining about? Who doesn't know that you came here to borrow money from Mogg because of your connections?"

"What about you? Knowing that Mogg is in poor health and has no heir, think about dividing up the property with your status of three thousand miles!"

"Moge doesn't have many relatives. He is so rich. If he doesn't distribute his property to me after his death, he will have to give it to that woman, Ailuka!"

"So you killed Mogg and Aluka for money, right?"

"Don't spout blood!"

Xia Youjie got a message from their quarrel that Moge's health is not getting better.

Gojo Satoru leaned over: "What do you mean by what you said to the housekeeper?"

"The two deceased died in a confined space. The housekeeper had a key to enter. When I was in the hostess' room, I saw the room key on the table. Mogg also had a room key, which can enter and let The hostess and Mogg are defenseless, isn't Mr. Steward very suitable?"

Gojo Satoru: "He is indeed hiding something, could he be the murderer?"

Xia Youjie rubbed the bridge of his nose, and said distressedly, "I don't know."

Without evidence, everything is speculation.

How could the murderer be the butler, but why did he kill another person who came to the banquet.

The relationship between Mrs. Slick and the hostess Aluka must not be as simple as being a student of the same women's college, there must be other connections between them.

"what!!!!"

A scream came from the direction of the butler's room.

The servant collapsed on the ground and stood up while holding the door frame. He hurried to the living room and said in horror, "It's not good, butler Brown..."

Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu got up immediately, and arrived at the butler's room in less than a moment.

The door of the room was wide open, a stool was kicked down, a rope was passed through the beam, and the butler with his eyes closed was hanging down with a peaceful face.

There is a letter on the table.

Xia Youjie picked up the letter, and after seeing the contents of the letter, he suddenly looked at the hanging butler.

Gojo Satoru finished examining the body: "There is only a strangle mark on the neck, no other trauma, and no signs of poisoning. It looks like suicide."

Xia Youjie handed him the letter: "Look at this."

Gojo Satoru took the letter: "A confession?"

What a ghost, if the housekeeper is really a murderer, why are they still here.

The more the case is investigated, the more confused it becomes. Isn't there a detective?

Where did you die, paddling doesn't work!