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Chapter 65 The Adventures of Candy House (12)
She tried her best: "The maid is shy, careful, and considerate; the modeling career is very avant-garde, but she is low-key and conservative, she does not wear makeup and does not wear explicit clothes like actors; on the contrary, the actors are very open; the nursery teacher is always surprised, Sometimes it's quiet."

"Have you noticed how other people treat them?"

"Mr. Host likes women very much, especially actors and maids with plump bodies. Kindergarten teachers and me don't like them very much. Miss maids have very obvious body characteristics. He is the most attentive to her, followed by actors."

"Yeah." Yan Su nodded, held her waist, and comforted her, "Don't be sad, I like you like this."

Zhen Ai: "..." What is going on in his head?
The sudden indecency really caught her off guard.

She lightly pinched the back of his hand, but she didn't open it. Instead, she moved to his side and continued:

"It's strange that the model's bulge is stronger than that of the actor, almost the same as that of the maid, but the host is very cold to her. Every time the actor speaks, the host laughs and chimes in, but the model does not receive this kind of treatment. "

Yan Su smiled lightly: "Maybe the model lady is not feminine."

Zhen Ai raised her eyebrows, but Yan Su actually said this word: "Femininity? You also know? What kind of woman do you think is feminine?"

Yan Su was stunned, touched his nose, and said vaguely: "I don't quite understand either. But it should be a kind of charm exuded by women that attracts men to kiss and caress her and have sex with her."

Zhen Ai nodded as if enlightened, feeling that Yan Su's explanation was very correct, she rolled her eyes: "Then which of these women on the island do you think is more feminine?"

Yan Su frowned, feeling that she had become stupid: "According to my definition of femininity, do I still need to ask?"

Zhen Ai pursed her lips and smiled: "When was the last time you thought I was feminine?"

Yan Su regards this question as a subject, so he doesn't shy away from it, and is very honest:
"In the bathroom, when I touched you. You hummed softly in my ear."

Zhen Ai was stunned for a full three seconds, and then argued red-faced: "Nonsense, I didn't make a sound at all."

Yan Su didn't realize that she was shy, and corrected her mistake: "Ai, you really hummed softly at that time. And," he was slightly embarrassed, "I think it sounds good, I like it very much."

Zhen Ai was at a loss for words to refute, her face was on fire with embarrassment and her heart was bubbling when praised.

She violently pulled the blanket over Yan Su's body and covered herself in it, it was as hot as entering a steamer.

Yan Su poked her waist: "Isn't this blanket for me?"

Zhen Ai got out, wrapped him up in a blanket with a blushing face, and changed the subject: "Miss model is not very feminine, is it because she is too conservative? Cover her tightly, with her collar standing up high and wearing a scarf?"

"I didn't think there was anything wrong with her at first, but when I thought about it later, the reason she kept covering her neck was because there were marks that couldn't be covered." Yan Su coughed lightly and swallowed.

Zhen Ai stared, saw a round ball rolling around his neck, and fell silent.She couldn't help covering it with her hands, covering his Adam's apple: "Why is it called Adam's apple, it's so cute. Move it again."

Yan Su obeyed her wish and swallowed again.

His hard round Adam's apple rolled back and forth in her palm through the ironed skin, like a cute little mole.

She reluctantly withdrew her hand, "You mean the model lady has an Adam's apple? No way, how can a woman grow..." Zhen Ai stopped in the middle of speaking, "Is the model lady a man?"

Yan Su looked at her silently: "Ai, your reaction speed is so fast."

"Because she's not feminine, and because she dresses conservatively, do you suspect that she's a man?"

Yan Su shook his head: "You reversed the order. After I suspected that she was a man, I realized that she was dressed like that to cover up her masculine features. When the body of the racer was found on the boat that day, the actor said that the maid's figure was too strong I feel like she is talking about models. I don’t watch entertainment programs, so I don’t think it’s inappropriate. Later I asked other people to find out that models on the runway often have just the right figure, not like this lady model, with breasts and buttocks The ratio is too high."

Zhen Ai felt that such details could be discovered by him, which was simply incredible.

"You mean, the murderer hid the murder weapon on his body, and other people didn't notice it, thinking it was natural, because... the model lady doesn't have two huge breasts, but hides two or one hollow iron ball?"

"That explains the hole in the boxer's head pretty well."

Zhen Ai was so shocked that she couldn't recover, she supported her forehead and shook it slowly, both admiring and unbelievable: "You actually thought of this. How did you do it?"

Yan Su raised his eyebrows, arrogant and unconcerned: "It's very simple.

A: The boxer's head was knocked out of a round concave hole, which is a very heavy and not small thing;
B: No one opens the window, and the toilet is an old-fashioned flush toilet, which cannot be flushed out;
C: No murder weapon was found anywhere, but we did not search;
Conclusion: The murder weapon was hidden in the person.Either the murderer wanted to continue committing crimes, or the murderer threw away the murder weapon to attract attention; she couldn't suddenly lose half of her breasts, could she?
In the case of the boxer, the murderer approached him easily, which is a woman's characteristic; it is a man's characteristic to smash his head with force.so……

I just push the unknown out of the known. "

Zhen Ai opened her mouth, convinced.After listening to his analysis, the case was as simple as a piece of cake, but without his observation and thinking, few people would have thought of it.

"No wonder. I said before that when the murderer takes the murder weapon, the boxer will definitely be vigilant. But if the lady model touched his chest in front of the boxer, he would probably be dumbfounded, and maybe turn his head away. This gave the model the best Good time to kill. But why did the model disappear from the murder room in an instant?"

Yan Su smiled faintly: "Ai, among the many types of secret room murders, there is one called psychological secret room, which refers to the murderer making others think it is a secret room murder. Think about it carefully, why did everyone think it was a secret room at that time?"

"The moment Boxer died, everyone was outside the door, and we saw it too. No one opened the door."

"How do you judge the moment of Boxer's death?"

Zhen Ai was puzzled: "The boxer let out a scream."

Yan Su: "This is the key to the Chamber of Secrets."

"It wasn't the boxer who screamed at that time?"

"Actually, we have never heard the screams of boxers. But people's thinking has inertia, and they will automatically put that sound on the boxer according to the surrounding environment. Next to the boxer's room are models and kindergarten teachers. Everyone would never think that there would be a man screaming in the room of the two ladies. In addition, the curved corridor here can change the sound waves and not go in a straight line."

Zhen Ai did not expect that this so-called secret room was so simple: "The model killed someone, locked the door, ran back to her room, and screamed in a man's voice?"

At this moment, the whole case was completely disassembled.

Zhen Ai sighed: "The model is too good. The preparation is thorough, and the step-by-step planning is seamless. From the very beginning, he was disguising and hiding the murderous weapon on his body for so many days. The woman's appearance used the cover to kill the doctor, and then pulled out the murder weapon from an unexpected chest and smashed it at the unsuspecting boxer. He can also use a man's voice to create a secret room. He is too powerful."

If it hadn't been for Yan Su, no one would suspect her.What is even more powerful is Yan Su, and only someone as keen as him can see it.

Yan Su lowered his head and looked at Zhen Ai: "The model has really put in a lot of effort. I also thought that cross-dressing was weird at first. But because he started on you, I am more sure."

"why?"

Yan Su narrowed his eyes slightly: "You knocked on the door of the model and the kindergarten teacher in the bathroom, he probably thought you saw something and found out that he is not a woman."

Zhen Ai was confused: "He misunderstood, I didn't see anything."

But in his heart, he felt that the host's different treatment, the actor's sarcasm, and the accidental apology in the bathroom, which seemed so natural and ordinary, were all clues in his eyes, connected one by one.

Zhen Ai leaned closer to Yan Su: "The reason why the models killed them?"

Yan Su replied indifferently: "In the story told by the host, the model may be the lover of the girl who was insulted by the boxer. Just now, I heard the people outside said that Mr. Lawyer insisted on locking himself in the room, maybe he has a ghost in his heart."

Zhen Ai suddenly understood.Yan Su reminds everyone not to go out if they stay in the room.The model dared to come out because he was a murderer.only,

"He must have planned to kill Mr. Lawyer, but he was killed on the way." Zhen Ai shuddered at this point, "He died so badly, who killed him?"

Yan Su looked at her quietly and said nothing.

If it is said that 90% of his heart suspected that Arthur was coming; the death of the model filled the remaining 10%, and Arthur was in this castle.

But there was no need to tell Zhen Ai the reason for the tragic death of the model, he said casually: "Maybe the lawyer counterattacked and killed him, or maybe the organization's killer killed him."

Zhen Ai didn't doubt Yan Su's statement, and sighed a little: "The model also took revenge for her feelings, but ended up being frozen into pieces. It's really a sad person."

"I don't think so," Yan Su said in a cold, stiff tone,

"Since it's revenge, why did you hurt you? Take the lives of others at will under the banner of revenge for your lover, and you are afraid that your crimes will be exposed. Just out of doubt, you are pushed into the ice cellar. Such a person is not worthy of pity. Killing It's killing people, he doesn't deserve to use such a high-sounding reason for love."

Zhen Ai was startled, she didn't want him to be so angry.

She knew that he was not angry with her, but was offended by her injury not long ago, so she gently hugged his shoulders and whispered: "Okay, I know, it's completely wrong for him to kill people." His heart softened, "The dead Mr. Boxer still had a loving wife. The model also ruined that woman's love. From a victim to a perpetrator, he turned himself into the person he hated the most."

Yan Su's expression relaxed a little, and he covered her soft little hands on his shoulders. Just as he was about to say something, there was a sound like a gunshot outside.

The two people in the room were unusually calm, they didn't even look at each other, but looked at the wall clock in the room at the same time, and before they knew it, it was six o'clock in the morning.

The thick curtains were drawn, but the wind and rain outside should have stopped.

At this time, the police on Welling Island should have set off. If it was a speedboat, the trip could be shortened to an hour.

Yan Su unconsciously covered her little hand on her shoulder lightly, his eyes were calm: There is one hour left, how can we deliver Zhen Ai to the police safely?

Zhen Ai put her arms around his shoulders, leaned her head on his shoulders, and lowered her eyes: There is only one hour left, how can we prevent Yan Su's future from being ruined on this island?
The sound of gunfire was far away, in a certain fortress in the west.It was very crisp, as if announcing that the petty games were over, and the killing with live ammunition began.

Yan Su and Zhen Ai guessed separately, but remained silent for a long time without speaking.

Zhen Ai felt the man in her arms turn cold, she knew that he wanted to go out.

His own pain and her safety had oppressed him for so long, he still couldn't just sit here and wait for everyone outside to die one by one.She knew that sooner or later she would not be able to stop him, so she subconsciously grabbed his shoulders and changed the topic: "Who will die?"

"Lawyer." Yan Su pressed her hand, his voice slightly lowered.

Zhen Ai tried to soothe his depression, and deliberately reminded: "Could it be that he is a traitor that the organization plans to clean up?"

He gave a vague "hmm" and had no other reaction.

She knew it was futile.

To this single-minded man, murder is evil in itself, not justified because the victim is a bad person.Life cannot be plundered, and it will not be reduced by half because he is a bad person.

She was silent, and asked again: "Do you know who the police are?"

"Writer." Yan Su raised his eyes and had other thoughts in his mind. He went to find Arthur, held back the killer sent by the organization, and left time for the writer to leave with the survivors such as the kindergarten teacher Zhen Ai.At least get the women off the island first.

"How did you see it?"

"Remember the first time we met, how did I know he was a writer?"

Of course Zhen Ai remembered: "You said that he has a bad cervical and lumbar spine, carries a notebook with him, is not sociable, and has sloppy clothes."

"You remember clearly." The corners of Yan Su's lips curled up, no doubt he liked it very much.

He explained: "People have pride and self-esteem, especially men. So from the perspective of social psychology and interpersonal communication, his cervical and lumbar spine is not good, which is a physical weakness. In social situations, he will try his best to cover up and show Healthy posture, not frequent kneading, tells the world: Look, I have a bad cervical spine."

He said: "Believe me, the pride of a young man will never let him show his weak side in front of outsiders."

Why does this sentence seem to be talking about Yansu at this moment?
Zhen Ai felt distressed, but there was a sudden understanding on his face: "So, he speculated on the salient features of the writer's profession, and then entered the play according to these, but forgot to consider the psychological factors. SA, you are amazing."

"You said that sentence many times today."

Zhen Ai did not forget to tease seriously: "No, what I mean is, you actually look at things from the perspective of interpersonal communication this time. How rare!"

Yan Su: "..."

"However, even so, how can you be sure that he is a policeman?"

"His coat doesn't have a breast pocket, but he has the habit of putting the notebook on his chest several times after finishing the records. This is the police's habitual action. On the cruise ship, he behaved unsociable; but in the castle, he always It is his nature and conscience to be a policeman to be the first to show the attitude of looking for someone, showing mercy, and persuading a fight."

Zhen Xin was convinced, and continued to ask.

Yan Su stopped suddenly, as if this time, he was in a hurry and had no intention of satisfying her endless curiosity.

"Ai, I guess the writer called the police before he went to the island. The police will come soon, but the people in the organization seem to want to kill the people here before then. Let's leave by boat."

"Okay." She immediately got up and bent over to help him.

Yan Su held her hand: "Let's take the others with us."

Zhen Ai concealed the thumping in her heart: "Well, let's go find everyone."

"I'll go find it, you stay." Yan Su got up and stood up straight, his face still pale, looking down at her.

There was silence in the room, and neither of them spoke for several seconds.

He looked at her clear face, raised his hand to caress, and said in a low voice, "Wait for me, I'll be back soon."

Zhen Ai had seen his thoughts early on, the dull pain in her heart, but she didn't expose it, didn't refute it, and asked in a low voice: "Waiting for you here?"

"Go to my room. No one will think you're there."

Zhen Ai is silent, he really knows how to use people's inertial thinking.If something happened to him, no one would think that she would stay in the vacant room that he hadn't lived in at the beginning, at least until the police came ashore in four or ten minutes to search the castle.

At any time, he has plans for her.

She didn't want to stop him from doing what he wanted to do, and she didn't want to insist on doing it willfully, causing him a psychological burden.

When he was in a dilemma, she didn't feel wronged and said worriedly: Don't go, let me go with you, no matter what, I want to be with you.

She doesn't want to say these words.

So, she didn't refuse, she looked up and smiled: "OK."

Yan Su didn't speak, and rubbed her thumb on her soft cheek.

He knew that their ideas were the best fit.He really likes her personality.When love is strong, be gentle and dependable; when troubles arise, be clean and tidy.Love without any burden.

Yan Su picked up the windbreaker, thinking about it; Zhen Ai took it from him and helped him dress.The well-tailored windbreaker slipped up his upper body, and she adjusted the neckline for him, and brushed the folds on the shoulders to straighten the lining.

His gaze was always on her An Ran's face, and finally, he held her hand heavily, with some difficulty: "Ai, I'm sorry, I..."

(End of this chapter)