Chapter 17 Section five

After Shizuka and Shengzhi went back to their rooms, Qing Jiang finally appeared in the living room.Suzue also went back to her room to rest, only Mizuho, ​​Kaori and Nagashima were left in the living room.And Yongdao was about to take Jiazhi upstairs. "Aren't you asleep yet?" After hearing the sound, Mizuho held the glass of water mixed with wine and looked in the direction of the stairs.I saw Qingjiang going down slowly. "What are you doing hiding in the room?" Mizuho asked. "I didn't do anything. I just rested in my room for a while. — Mizuho, ​​can you pour me a glass of whiskey?"

Mizuho put ice cubes in a new glass and poured whiskey into it.Qing Jiang took the cup and stood in front of the clown doll. "The tragic puppet... when are you going to dispose of it?" "Recently." Mizuho replied. "If it's the fastest, maybe it can be dealt with tomorrow." "Really... This doll is quite uncomfortable, it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible." "I hate this puppet." There was disgust in Kaori's tone. "It was really tragic and the expression was uncomfortable... no wonder mum threw it on the floor."

"He fell to the ground?" Mizuho stopped handing the cup to his mouth, "Did Auntie drop that doll on the ground?" "Yeah. The mother who ran upstairs grabbed the doll and threw it to the ground before jumping off the balcony. The doll lay on the ground for a while after that." "There is such a thing..." Why does Lai Zi behave like this?Mizuho was puzzled.This doll is indeed uncomfortable, but Lai Zi bought it because he likes it. "But looking at it from another angle, it's a pity to give up this doll to someone else." Kaori said with a lot of emotion.

"After all, this is the last thing my mother touched. Actually, I really want to keep it as a souvenir." Her words left the other three speechless.It seems that the grief of losing her mother has not completely dissipated in her heart.Even after the incident where Zong Yan and others were killed, Lai Zi still occupies a large proportion in her heart. "Say something boring." Kaori shrugged, "This must be drunk talk. Mr. Yongshima, let's go back upstairs." Yong Island nodded silently, and pushed her wheelchair into the elevator.He turned to face the two of Shui Sui, "We'll be excused first." Shui Sui also said goodnight to them.

After the two left, Qing Jiang sat beside Shui Sui.At this moment, Mizuho really felt his physical and mental exhaustion. "I didn't see you after dinner. It seems that you are thinking about your business again." Mizuho spoke to him. "Well, I thought about something boring." He raised his legs and shook the cup in his hand, and the sound of ice cubes colliding sounded. "During dinner, you said something interesting." "Do you mean?" "You said that Mr. Matsuzaki may not have the intention to lie, but just lied unconsciously." Qing Jiang looked at Shui Sui, scratched the back of his head, and put the wine glass back on the tray.

"You remember my words very well. I thought I was completely ignored. Or is there any special reason why you care about my words?" "Let's stop joking." Mizuho said calmly. "Can you tell me? Why do you say that? What do you think?" Maybe it was infected by the earnestness in Shui Sui's eyes, and Qing Jiang also showed seriousness in an instant.To cover up his expression, he took a small sip of whiskey. "Mizuho, ​​what do you think of this incident?" This ambiguous statement does not seem to come from his mouth. "What do you think?" Shui Sui asked back.

"From the moment Mr. Matsuzaki was arrested, I have been hanging a stone in my heart. This stone is whether Mr. Matsuzaki can kill Uncle Zongyan." "Can it? Is it on the character level?" "Leaving aside the character level, the physical level is a problem. Although Uncle Zongyan can't be called strong, but in terms of physical strength, he is by no means inferior to Mr. Matsuzaki with a short stature. Even if he is biased, it is hard to imagine an uncle attacking with a knife would stab himself with a knife." "Isn't there a saying that a mouse will bite a cat when it is in a hurry?"

Qing Jiang was amused by Shui Sui's metaphor. "Indeed, Mr. Matsuzaki's guts are at the level of a mouse. But as a mouse, that's too violent. Besides, Mr. Matsuzaki is a cautious man from the beginning." "But Matsuzaki-san did stab Uncle. He admitted it himself." "It's just his own rhetoric." "A person's speech?" Mizuho couldn't help frowning, then opened his mouth in surprise and nodded, "I understand what you said just now. You mean to say that Mr. Matsuzaki didn't kill his uncle, but lied that he did it himself? You're so stupid, he Why are you telling such a lie!?"

"So didn't I just say that?" Speaking of this, he deliberately slowed down his tone. "Matsuzaki didn't mean to lie, he just lied unconsciously." "what do you mean……" Shui Sui looked at Qing Jiang.Holding the wine glass with one hand, he nodded vigorously, and the wine in the glass swayed with his movements. "Matsuzaki didn't kill Uncle Sohiko, but he mistook it for himself—that's what I think." "That is to say, uncle was not dead at that time?" "exactly." "But Matsuzaki-san said..." "Uncle Zong Yan must have been playing dead at that time."

Qing Jiang's tone was crisp, as if he was chatting.Seeing that Mizuho was speechless, he nodded in satisfaction and continued. "From Matsuzaki's confession, it can be seen that he did not check Uncle Zongyan's pulse and breathing at all, and fled the scene in panic after seeing the other party fall. That is to say, Uncle Zongyan was completely faking death at that time .Besides, it was pitch black in the room." "Wait a minute. The message Mr. Matsuzaki saw was written by Mita Rieko, right? What does it mean? Do you want to say that uncle deliberately led Mr. Matsuzaki into the basement, wrestled with him on purpose, and then pretended to be stabbed?" ? Why did uncle do such a thing?"

Facing Mizuho's questioning, Qing Jiang turned his gaze aside and took a sip of whiskey. "That's the problem," he said. "I think this incident is much more complicated than we imagined. If you compare what you just said, Mizuho, ​​to one act of a stage play, then there will be a second act and a third act. Our eyes can Perhaps most of what I saw was a cleverly arranged performance." Mizuho stared at his profile, intending to read the change in his expression.Obviously, he held his breath for a split second. He reached into his hair and scratched it, and while sighing deeply, he changed his foot and raised Erlang's leg. "Although it is not perfect, I have roughly grasped the outline of the incident. It seems that some unexpected actors are playing unexpected roles." "If the murderer who killed uncle was not Mr. Matsuzaki, that means there is a real murderer hidden behind the incident? The murderer of Ms. Mita is also the real murderer, right? Do you want to say that you already know who the murderer is?" "It can't be regarded as knowing. After all, the above is all my speculation. If there is even one physical evidence, I would have confronted myself directly." "It looks like you're not going to tell me." "Well, I can't tell you yet." Qing Jiang's expression slowed down slightly, "I can't find any guarantee that I can trust you with confidence. You'd better not trust me completely." "Thanks for your reminder." Mizuho stared at the glass in his hand for a moment, then drank the remaining wine at the bottom of the glass.Perhaps because the tense atmosphere made her throat dry, the cold drink made her feel a pang of irritation. "By the way, Kaori just said something interesting." Qing Jiang raised his hand holding the cup to signal the clown on the cabinet. "Auntie threw this doll to the ground when she was dying?" "She did say so." Mizuho replied, and he sighed. "My aunt is a strong woman in the business field, but she is a gentle woman at home. Even when she faces me who doesn't like me, she is always gentle." His miraculous expression took Mizuho a little by surprise.He also, in his own way, was saddened by Lai Zi's death. "It's unbelievable that the gentle aunt should have died in this way," he murmured. "I'm almost going to bed." Shui Sui turned and walked towards the stairs, but Qing Jiang did not reply, "It seems that this doll was placed in a glass box before, right? Wasn't it like that the night Aunt Lai Zi died?" he asked.Mizuho who stepped up the stairs with one foot turned her head. "Well, the decoration doesn't seem to come in a box when it's on the second floor. So what?" "Hmm..." Qing Jiang walked into the puppet holding a cup in his hand, "Interesting. The last thing I touched..." "what happened to you?" Mizuho asked again, but the other party didn't seem to respond.She reluctantly spread her hands and started to walk up the stairs. Suddenly, she stopped and looked up.In the stairwell above her, there seemed to be a movement of figures. She crept up the stairs without a sound, but was nowhere to be seen. ——It's so strange.Mizuho was full of question marks. Downstairs, Qing Jiang was still staring at the puppet. (clown perspective) "really interesting." A young man named Qing Jiang walked towards me while whispering.His eyes revealed a strange light.The girl named Shui Sui called out to him, but he ignored it. Qing Jiang took a sip of the wine, put the glass aside, and carefully lifted the platform under my feet.Alcoholic breath hit my face. He put me on the table, picked up the glass again, and watched me from head to toe.I have absolutely no idea what he is interested in about me. But what is certain is that his interest in me must be inseparable from the fact that the woman who jumped off the building threw me to the ground at that time.I don't remember the situation very clearly, but I still remember that I was suddenly hit by some kind of shock and fell to the ground.So it was thrown to the ground—— After a moment, his gaze lingers near my ketone body.His face slowly moved closer, staring at my ketone body.This is a real stare, and it even makes me feel that the place where I am stared is about to burn. Qing Jiang, who turned his face away, nodded contentedly.The light in his eyes was even brighter than before. After a while, his lips twisted in a wonderful arc, and his whole body began to shake irregularly.I was puzzled by his behavior when I heard a strange low smile leaking from his mouth.It looked like he was trying to suppress his own laughter. What he was laughing at, I naturally don't know. anyway-- I was too careless at the time, and I failed to see through such a simple trick. Just like what this man named Qing Jiang said.Zongyan was not killed by a man named Matsuzaki.Zong Yan was not dead when I witnessed the murder scene. Everyone was lied to, including me. I just saw through this hoax tonight.