Song Wushuang didn't know how long she had been unconscious. When she opened her eyes, she saw the upright female corpse lying face to face with her. Her pale face was entangled with messy hair. She was so frightened that she ignored the pain on her body and kept looking back.

After walking several steps, even though my hands were covered with broken pieces of glass, I didn’t feel any pain anymore.

"Why am I still here? How can I go home?" Song Wushuang collapsed and wanted to cry loudly, but when she thought of sleeping with the female corpse all night, she felt sick and wanted to vomit.

She didn't dare to wait any longer, and rushed towards the door while crawling. As soon as the door opened, she saw the little brother looking at her in horror. Then, when he saw the murder scene in the room behind her, the little brother's mouth opened.

It got even bigger, screaming and shouting, "You killed someone, you killed someone."

"It's not me, it's really not me!"

The little brother was forced back by her, "Don't come over here, don't come over here."

Seeing that he was about to run away, Song Wushuang became anxious and rushed forward to cover his mouth. Before the young man could hide, all the blood on Song Wushuang's hands rubbed onto his face and clothes.

I don't know if the little brother had trouble breathing or was bleeding. He started to roll his eyes and slumped on the ground softly.

Song Wushuang really didn't want to scare her brother to death, so she sat on him and patted his face, "Hey, don't talk nonsense. Wake up quickly. I can explain. I can explain."

At this time, she looked too much like a vicious perpetrator. Someone strangled her neck from behind and dragged her off from her little brother's body.

The opponent's strength was too great, and before he could struggle, he was spun around like a chicken and lifted up, and then pressed against the cold wall.

Only then did she see clearly that the other person's face was Mr. Zhou, whom she had met only once. His red eyes locked tightly on her throat. She couldn't breathe and felt that her eyes were about to burst out from the pressure.

"you put……"

Mr. Zhou's strength was too great, and she was speechless. She could only slap his arm hard, trying to get a breather. However, she was a weak woman, so everything was in vain.

"Is this the purpose of your return this time?" He pointed at the female corpse in Room 405 behind him, "Do you hate her so much?"

Song Wushuang didn't understand what was going on. She was pinched so much that she almost rolled her eyes. If this man didn't let go, she really wouldn't be able to survive.

She used her last bit of strength to point to her mouth.

Finally, he let go of her neck, and she got a gap to greedily inhale the air. The dust in the air irritated her throat and made her cough repeatedly.

She hurriedly defended, "Sir, you have misunderstood. Things are not what you see."

Mr. Zhou had blue veins on his forehead. He tried hard to suppress his emotions and growled, "I've known you for so long, but I didn't really know your other side until today. You are so cruel and scary."

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"

"She was wrong. She forced you to confess your innocence. I hate her too, and I hate her too, but... I didn't expect you to kill her!" His eyes turned red, and then he burst into tears.

Luo Luo said, "Did you consider my feelings when you killed her? How should I handle myself?"

These words are as deep as the sea of ​​love and helpless. "How do you want me to protect you?"

Song Wushuang felt that she could not explain herself. In desperation, she grabbed his hand and said, "Mr. Zhou, you must listen to my explanation. I really did not kill anyone."

He lowered his voice and said, "Zi Yun always said that you always look innocent to win people's sympathy, and every time I will stand on your side. I thought it was Zi Yun who was jealous, but I didn't expect that after so many years, I was wrong.

.”

"Sir, I really don't understand what you are saying. Do we... know each other?"

"An Xin, stop pretending?"

"Anxin? Who is Anxin?"

"You really make people feel ridiculous, make people feel..." He thought for a long time. Even though Song Wushuang guessed that what he was going to say next might be the word "disgusting", he still couldn't bear to say it, and shook his head in disappointment.

He opened her hands and squatted next to the female corpse, and began to sob.

Based on those words just now, Song Wushuang guessed that Mr. Zhou regarded her as a woman named "An Xin". And An Xin and the deceased were love rivals, and both of them had emotional entanglements with Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou seems to care more about "Anxin". Mr. Zhou thinks that "Anxin" killed his love rival, so he now feels very self-blame and guilt.

What does the grievances and resentments in the mansion of the Republic of China have to do with her? She thought about running away. This may not be a society ruled by law. If no one upholds justice for her, she doesn't want to spend the rest of her life in the prison of the Republic of China!

Thinking of this, I turned around and was about to walk away silently, only to realize that the front desk guy had long since disappeared.

"Do you think you can run away?" Mr. Zhou said leisurely with his back to her.

"I'm not a murderer. I can leave whenever I want."

"Haha, no matter how far you go, I will catch you back."

"Why?"

"Only you... are sorry for me!"

Song Wushuang sneered, "How can I argue with you, a fellow from the Republic of China?"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to run. Before she reached the third floor, a sharp stick was pressed against her chest, forcing her to step back step by step.

The other party wore shiny leather shoes, a decent striped suit, and a top hat on his head, dressed like a gentleman.

The young man followed him, stammering and testifying, "She is the one who killed our little lady."

"It turns out to be her!"

Somehow, Song Wushuang felt that there was a smile on the corner of the man's mouth in the striped suit.

"Control this woman for me."

With an order, the two assistants behind him suppressed her arms and dragged her into the crime scene, Room 405.

The boy said, "At four o'clock this morning, a guest checked out of the room on the fourth floor. I went to the miscellaneous room on the fourth floor to inform Xiao Ai to clean the room. I didn't expect to see her come out of room 405 covered in blood, and she wanted to

Kill me to silence me, but fortunately our boss Zhou saved me."

When Boss Zhou was mentioned, everyone's eyes were focused on him, but he was still kneeling there. He had maintained this posture for a long time.

"Hello, I am Ouyang Lu."

Mr. Zhou finally responded and looked back at him, frowning.

Ouyang Lu stretched out his right hand, seemingly polite, but his eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mr. Zhou's eyes moved from Ouyang Lu to Song Wushuang, his expression became more complicated, as if there was some inextricable relationship between them.

Seeing that Mr. Zhou was reluctant to shake hands with Ouyang Lu, even the younger brother felt embarrassed, "Boss, boss?"

"explain."

"He is the Mr. Ouyang who solved the case of Miss Yuepai's death. I finally invited him here." The younger brother asked the boss for credit, but Song Wushuang saw the opportunity. "Mr. Ouyang, you must be aware of everything and return it."

I am innocent. I just entered by mistake..."

"Wait, I'll ask you later. You can talk again." Ouyang Lu interrupted her coldly, his words ruthless.

Ouyang Lu signaled his two younger brothers to start working. One took out his camera and took photos of the corpse and the furnishings in the house. The other followed Ouyang Lu with a notebook and took notes.

Ouyang Lu looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "Zhou Ziyun, Nian Fang 21, is Boss Zhou's biological sister."

Sister? Song Wushuang then realized that the direction he had just guessed was wrong. It turned out that Mr. Zhou thought that his lover had killed his sister, so he was in pain.

Ouyang Lu continued, "There were strangulation marks on the neck of the deceased. There were traces of fighting at the scene. There were many blood stains on the walls, curtains, and around the body. There was an unfinished bowl of white fungus soup on the bedside table. The belongings in the bag were not missing. The dressing table

The jewelry is still there, the deceased's clothes are neat, and there are no signs of aggression. There are many bruises on the deceased's body caused by sharp objects, which were caused by the crystal lamp falling and breaking. There are strangulation marks on the deceased's neck, and he was strangled and suffocated to death."

He walked up to Song Wushuang, looked at her from front to toe and said, "There is a criminal suspect at the scene, a female, about 24 or 25 years old, with blood stains on her body, and multiple injuries on her hands and feet, which are suspected to have been caused by fighting with the deceased...

…”

The more Song Wushuang listened, the more something was wrong. His words pointed to her as the murderer.

She looked at Ouyang Lu in disbelief as he continued to speak eloquently, "There was one witness at the scene. He was the front desk of the hotel. At four o'clock in the morning, he saw the criminal suspect rushing out of the crime scene and wanted to silence him."

"Please wait, what are you talking about? Do you suspect that I am the murderer?"

Mr. Ouyang shook his head, "You are wrong. I don't suspect you are the murderer." His eyes were cold and he said bluntly, "I believe you are the murderer."

Song Wushuang's head buzzed, "Are you kidding me?"

Ouyang Lu was silent and his stern look seemed to tell her that no one could shake his authority here.

She originally thought that Mr. Ouyang would be his life-saving straw, but now it seems that he is just a shackle that restrains her.

"I understand, you want to use me to hand over the case?"

"I don't, it's just that the evidence is solid."

"My brother just said that you just solved a major case and became famous. Could it be that you just found someone to take the blame and closed the case?"

Ouyang Lu's stern face finally began to relax, "Don't talk nonsense, you are just a dying person, how can I defend you?"

She felt funny looking at Mr. Ouyang's gentlemanly appearance. At this time, she could no longer control her facial expressions, and a sarcastic tone slipped out of her mouth, "I tell you, you made the wrong calculation. I am a highly educated person."

How can an educator be bullied by a Republican like you?"

She raised her chin, smoothed the hair around her ears, straightened her collar, and said confidently, "I grew up reading Conan's books, and Sherlock Holmes was my first teacher."

Mr. Ouyang frowned, obviously he had never heard of these two people's names.

The two little attendants beside him also looked confused, but they didn't dare to ask a question.

Only the cute little guy at the front desk said, "Sha Nan, Sha Si, who are they?"

"Conan Doyle, the Irish, Sherlock Holmes, and the British, they are famous foreign detectives...that...you don't know them anyway." She pointed at Ouyang, "As for you, you will never be able to compare with them."

The younger brother said with a little admiration, "So you studied under a master from abroad."

At that time, the younger brother's words of envy for her gave Song Wushuang the idea of ​​​​saving herself. He, Mr. Ouyang, could deceive everyone into believing that he became famous overnight, so why couldn't she?

"Although I am in a quagmire, I studied under a high school and can prove myself. No one can think of wronging me, especially those who are incompetent."

Ouyang Lu adjusted his coat and sneered, "I do believe that there are people outside the world, but I don't believe in a murderer's lies."

"Okay, you say I am the murderer, then let me ask you, what is my motive for killing?"

Ouyang Lu did not argue, but looked at Zhou Zihe who had been silent.


Chapter completed!