Chapter 21 first quarter

At night, Mizuho couldn't sleep in bed.Wujing's words made her sleepless - about the alibi - it was like a cobweb-like alibi. ——Also, his state when he was about to go back was also very interesting... After greeting Shizuka, Wujing's state is obviously different from before.Mizuho had never seen him put on such a serious expression.What exactly did he do in Shizuka's room on the second floor? "About Mr. Qing Jiang's phone call..." Wu Jing said suddenly when he was putting on his shoes in the entrance. "Qing Jiang called? Oh, that's the one..."

Only then did Shui Sui realize that he was referring to the phone call Qing Jiang made before leaving the house. "The police haven't found out where the call was made to." "Yeah...what's the matter with this call?" "Well, it's very interesting." After speaking, a rare distressed expression appeared on his face. After Wujing left, Mizuho went to Shizuka's room, pretending not to care, and asked Shizuka what the puppeteer had said. "No big deal. The gentleman was very polite." Shizuka replied. "Didn't you say anything about the incident?"

"No. Even if there are rumors of a curse, we can't blame the gentleman and the puppet for these incidents. ——The gentleman seems to be quite interested in the decorations in this room, see what he observed Seriously." "Decorations..." Mizuho looked around, the antiques Koichiro collected during his lifetime were only neatly decorated in the room.The muskets acquired in Northern Europe, the pocket watches handed down from the Edo period, and the huge portrait of Koichiro hanging on the wall are the most conspicuous. What did Wu Jing notice?Did he also reach Qing Jiang's conclusion?

It must be so, Mizuho tightly gripped the towel in his hand.Qing Jiang must have been close to the truth at that time, and the real murderer killed him just to interrupt his reasoning. Mizuho recalled the last conversation with Qing Jiang in his mind.He once said that Zong Yan was not killed by Matsuzaki, he was just pretending to be dead.He also said that everything is not over yet. If what has happened so far is only the first act, there should be a second act and a third act... What kind of secret does Qing Jiang hide in his heart?Mizuho racked his brains thinking.She felt a rush of heat all over her body, but it wasn't entirely from the heat in the room.

——Act 2, Act 3... Having said that, Qing Jiang also compared the event to a performance, "Maybe most of what we can see with our eyes is a cleverly arranged performance."... Not only these , he should have said something else. Shui Sui tossed and turned several times.She had a vague clue in her mind, but couldn't quite grasp it. Speaking of acting, what do you think of?The stage, the script, the lines, the acting skills, acting...actors.... --actor? That's right, an actor!Mizuho nodded vigorously on the bed.He once said, "There are unexpected actors in unexpected roles."

What does he mean by that?Does he use this metaphor purely to emphasize the complexity of events?Or…… --Or? Mizuho sat up on the bed, the room was pitch black, and there seemed to be some kind of creature staring at her in the darkness. She climbed out of the quilt, put on the smock, and turned on the light in the room.She stretched out her hands to cover her eyes, which had not yet adapted to the light, and took out the notebook from her bag.This notebook records the alibi of everyone when Qing Jiang was killed. Regarding these alibi described by Wu Jing as spider webs, Mizuho began to review them one by one.She could feel her emotions growing, her heart beating faster.

Mizuho felt like there was a huge wall in front of the chain of events.If they cannot climb this wall, they will never reach the truth. And Mizuho's premonition told himself that there was a slight gap in this seemingly impenetrable wall.And this gap is gradually expanding, and it will be possible to go to the opposite side of the wall through it soon. She couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Mizuho could sense that on the other side of the wall, a crueler tragedy awaited them.