Chapter 22 second quarter

Early the next morning— There was a knock on the door, Mizuho responded, and Kaori, who was in a wheelchair, opened the door and entered.She saw the suitcase opened on the bed of Suizuo. "Miss Shuisui, are you going back?" She frowned slightly reproachfully. "Well, I can't stay here all the time and bother you." Mizuho pretended to be calm, but couldn't hide the unnaturalness in his tone.She deliberately didn't face Kaori, and buried her head in packing her luggage. She made the decision to leave at dawn.Last night, Mizuho finally grasped the core of the incident.As a price, she spent a sleepless night.Although her brain was in a hazy state, a certain part of her consciousness was strangely excited, making her whole body repel drowsiness.

Go home—in her hazy thoughts, she made up her mind.She was close to the truth, and she no longer had the courage to stay here anymore. So, as soon as she opened her eyes in the morning, she began to prepare to go home.I didn't expect to be bumped into by Kaori. "Didn't you make an appointment with me to stay for a while? You said you would stay at least until the police stopped visiting our house." Mizuho could feel that Kaori's sharp eyes were watching her side face.She didn't stop what she was doing, "It will be soon." She replied. "What's going on?"

"It's almost over. The police won't come again and people will forget about it. Trust me." "Why do you say that?" Kaori's voice was extremely low. "Based on feeling." While answering, Mizuho secretly made up her mind that no matter how much Kaori asked, she would keep silent. However, this determination was completely in vain.After a moment of silence, Kaori turned and left the room, leaving only the sound of the wheels of the wheelchair reverberating in the room. After packing the luggage, Mizuho came to the first floor.Suzue was preparing breakfast as usual, seeing her lift the spoon to try cooking, Mizuho couldn't help but sigh that this middle-aged woman was more like a part of the family than herself.Suzue is like a part of this kitchen, assimilating with it.

Suzue, who was devoting herself to cooking, found Mizuho standing beside her with a startled look on her face. "Good morning Miss, did you sleep well last night?" she asked with a smile. "Well, I slept soundly." Mizuho replied. Suzueda smiled and returned to the work at hand.But Mizuho still stood there, following her every move with eyes.Suzue noticed Mizuho's gaze, stopped what she was doing, and looked puzzled. "What can I do for you?" she asked a little anxiously. "Buttons." Mizuho replied. "Where did the buttons on Uncle's pajamas fall off?"

Mizuho had planned to start the topic like this from the beginning, she should have pursued this matter long ago, it was too late now, but she couldn't turn a blind eye to it because of this. "Button...?" Suzue's smile twisted slightly.Seeing this reaction, Mizuho was even more convinced that the conclusion he reached was correct. "Yes, buttons," she said again. "I don't want to hear you answer that it fell next to my uncle's body. I saw it with my own eyes that night. The button was on the shelf on the second floor. Buttons don't have long legs to move around by themselves."

Suzue's chest swelled significantly, and she seemed to be thinking about how to explain it.But Mizuho wouldn't give her a chance to breathe. "It wasn't you, Aunt Suzueda, who found the button on the button and threw it in the backyard. Besides Aunt Suzueda, there was another person who was also involved in the disguise." "No, I did it all by myself..." "Stop covering him up." Mizuho said calmly. "I've dialysis everything. This is the guy who threw the buttons off the shelf in the backyard. But what makes me curious is how does this guy know the buttons are from Uncle's pajamas?"

Suzuki's lips squirmed slightly, but Mizuho couldn't hear her voice, not because her voice was weak, but because she didn't know what to say at all. "Aunt Suzueda did a lot of work to hide the fact that the murderer came from the mansion, right?" Shui Sui said after choosing his words carefully.Her words caused Suzue to straighten her back like an electric shock. "Actually, you not only know that the murderer is someone from the mansion, but you also know that Mr. Matsuzaki is the murderer, right?" Suzue lowered her eyes.The pot on the side was steaming, and she quickly reached out to turn down the heat.

"At the same time," Mizuho licked her lips, she felt a dry mouth, "You also know that the murderer is not Mr. Matsuzaki, right?" Suzue's expression didn't change at all, her hands were folded in front of her apron, her gaze was fixed diagonally downward, and her breathing didn't seem to be disturbed at all.After a while, she finally spoke. "What exactly are you trying to say?" Her tone was low and calm, but there was a hint of chill in it. "Mr. Matsuzaki didn't kill Uncle, he didn't kill anyone. Aunt Suzue, you knew this from the beginning. Not only that, you should also know who the real murderer is, who killed Uncle and blamed Matsuzaki gentlemen."

"Miss!" Ling Zhi's voice was still like a thin thread, but her tone was extraordinarily sharp.Mizuho waited for her to continue. But she didn't say anything, she lowered her eyes, and her tight-lipped character made her just shake her head slightly.She turned to face the cooking station again and silently began to prepare breakfast.There was an aura of resistance all over her body. "I see." Mizuho couldn't help sighing, turned and left the kitchen.There was no trace of disorder in the knocking sound of the kitchen knife in Suzue's hand and the wooden board.

Mizuho went upstairs with a gloomy mood.Although Suzue didn't give an answer, her resolute attitude can already explain everything. "Goodbye." For some reason, the word came out of her mouth. (clown perspective) Right now I am in a hotel room, a dirty business hotel, with gray factories, tiled roofs of folk houses, and clothes that have been hanging on the roof to dry. From the moment Wujing brought me into the room, he kept staring at my profile. He sat in front of a writing desk, opened his notebook and fell into infinite thinking.There are some drawings drawn with pencils in the notebook. If I read correctly, the drawings seem to be the structural diagram of the Cross Mansion.The layout of the criss-crossing corridors and rooms is vivid on paper.

Not only the interior of the building, I don't know when he secretly investigated it, but the relationship between the backyard and the parking lot was also recorded in detail. There are some small characters on the side of the structural diagram, and Wu Jing is now ecstatically listing these instructions on the paper. In addition to the notebook, there was also an old book with a black cover on the table.And there seems to be something painted on the blank part of the page, which looks very similar to the structure of the cross mansion. With this information, I was finally able to understand what happened that night.That night, that is, the night when the woman committed suicide by jumping off the building, I was completely deceived by my own eyes. Wu Jing had been reasoning about the situation when Zong Yan was killed a few hours ago.On the front page of the notebook on the desk, there is a structural diagram of the music room, and the reasoning content is also recorded in small characters on the side. Wu Jing has thoroughly grasped the truth - I should be able to say so.The inexplicable things I have encountered so far, and the strange words and deeds of people can all be explained through his reasoning. Everything is coming to an end.