Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

Miss Winnet was confident, she had already decided, that when Shirley grew up, she would seize the opportunity--although it seemed to have already taken it.

Clyde walked with her in the lighted cabin, and under the illumination of the small round lamp, they walked all the way to the main staircase.At the corner is a luxurious bronze clock with two angels engraved on it, and the gold-plated pointer points to 45:[-].

At the foot of the stairs stood a gorgeous floor lamp with a long shadow.

"My room is just ahead... Mr. Clyde."

Although Shirley is very sensible, she still doesn't intend to make misleading actions.

"The lady with Moriarty is amazing." Clyde mentioned, "She can tell the type of poison and the condition of the corpse just by looking at it, just like Sherlock Holmes. As an assistant."

"She is a girl who loves to learn and is going to study medicine."

Winnet was talking nonsense.

Clyde nodded: "Then I won't bother you any more, ma'am. Please be safe, the murderer may still be preparing for his activities."

Seeing Clyde go down the stairs, Winnet also returned to her cabin.She wanted to open the door, but she thought that the room card was in Shirley's hands, so she had already fallen asleep.She knocked on the door lightly, and before she was ready, the door was opened one by one.

Shirley was standing just inside the door, wearing a white pajamas, clapping her hands and yawning.

"Come in soon?" she asked, "I'm going to close."

As she said that, Winnet walked into the room at a pace.

Shirley said in a hoarse voice while making the bed: "Because I watched terrible things during the day, I can't sleep now. Don't be sentimental, I'm not waiting for you on purpose."

She sneered again: "It was a man who sent you back, you are really welcome!"

Winnet's back trembled, was this a guess, or did she hear their conversation?She looked sideways at Xue Li's expression, Xue Li scratched the side of her neck, and turned to look at her: "You are a pretty girl, and you are a girl who is about to inherit a large inheritance, what is this in other people's eyes? A delicacy! Getting you is equivalent to having everything."

"I didn't see that he meant that."

"Smart hunters wear impeccable camouflage when approaching their prey."

"But I'm not a prey." Winnet said confidently.

Shirley pinched Winnet's chin with her index finger and thumb: "Really? I mean, my prey can't be snatched by others. Or, if you want to be the hunter, try to challenge me? "

As she said that, Shirley moved closer and sniffed Winnet's side face, with the tip of her nose sticking to the skin, she said, "Are you shaking now? Winnet."

"Come on!"

"Staying in such a room is too boring, too boring, you have to adjust your spirit, right?" Shirley put her arms around Winnet's side neck, turned her over on the bed and pressed her down, "If someone does this, use force Lift your feet up and give him some stimulation. Learn a little and don't show such a defenseless expression."

"Defenseless... or something."

Winnet felt a little hard to breathe.

"Is it not only defenseless, but also some anticipation?" Shirley slid Winette's eyes with her thumb, and turned her head to the front with her palm, "You have to look at me and say your request carefully. "

Winnet felt that Shirley was teasing her at all, and she was enjoying it. She covered Shirley's eyes, clamped her waist with her knees, and turned slightly.

"Okay, good boy, it's time for bed."

"You are really a devout believer. Most people would have already made up their minds when they encountered the situation just now. You are so simple!"

"But... what does this have to do with simplicity?"

Winnet could not comprehend the impromptu pleasure, for which the days of solitude occupied too much, and had a stifling, destructive effect on her passions, making her wonder whether she was apathetic.There is another layer, her old-fashioned concept, and the concept formed by the word "children" deeply imprinted in her mind, which makes Shirley feel guilty every time she makes an ambiguous move.

This sense of guilt, which has never developed in other directions, is desperately growing in a liberated and thriving posture.

She warned herself: "There is still a distance to rise to the level of love."

This distance was actually realized by her, not a short period of time, nothing more.

But Shirley is actually very mature, handsome and smart, delicate and gentle. Being by Shirley's side makes her feel very comfortable. That's it.

Waking up in the morning and seeing an angelic face smiling at you...what's not exciting and satisfying?

It was as if the sins that had entangled him were swept away, with a light and airy gesture.

Like a beginner holding a love dictionary, Winnet's mind is stagnant.

"And what about your eyes?" Shirley asked.

"What happened to the eyes?"

"It's as if the eyedrops have been put on, and there is light."

"That's just an illusion brought by the moonlight."

Shirley didn't repeat other words, hooked the quilt with her feet, pushed Winnet down with one palm, and turned to cover the quilt with one hand.

"Just treat it like that, but you have to give me a hug."

Shirley said, "I'm tired of satisfying your idle curiosity."

……

Take a day off.

The author suffers from unbearable pain, difficulty concentrating, and cannot write content that satisfies him.

Goog today.

Let's see if it gets better tomorrow.

Subscription is more than blood collapse, are you really raising books, I want to know.

Feeling down.

Woo, no recommendation.

Try to update tomorrow.

Well, I need to make up a hundred words.

One hundred words.

I am sorry.

116 True and False Knights (Final)

In the morning, the sound of the helicopter landing on the deck echoed, and the sleepiness of the passengers was dispelled.

Edward ordered the butler Carter to ask the staff to dial the internal number and gather all the guests inside the restaurant.The name of the police officer who came was Habakak McKim.He was dressed in blue and wore a pair of pince-nez.He is a well-bred man, so the police on standby stood neatly in the banquet hall and talked to Edward in French: "I haven't seen such a vicious case for many years, sir."

"This is the list of guests, Mr. Police." Edward handed him the list, which marked the entourage with another color code, and he said: "The deceased is in Baron Arman's room, and the head is in the lounge next door. It was found inside the armor. When Mr. Stanley died, the lights in the banquet hall were cut off for an instant. I sent staff to investigate and found something similar to a button bomb."

Three or ten minutes later, the staff in charge of counting reported that all the staff had arrived.

"Please let the staff gather here too," McGinn said.

Edward ordered Carter to let the staff gather together and count the number of people. One of the flight attendants named Werner suddenly disappeared.

"It appears that we have fallen into the trap of the murderer, Mr. Edward," said McKim. "It is likely that the steward and the gentleman who left midway were the same person... Anyway, we need to clear the ship." every corner of the

Seeing Edward's distressed face, McGinn added: "Don't worry, sir, we won't move the passengers' luggage, just check if there is anything related to the case."

The police who followed McKinley were divided into two parts, one part started the search work, and the other part began to question the passengers.

When the questioning was almost over, McKim walked up to a gentleman in black, with a black ribbon and a monocle, and asked him, "Detective Charlie, do you have any clues?"

Charlie, a detective hired by the authorities, concluded:

"Sir, there are many doubts. First, that Mr. Otis claimed to have seen Mr. Arman on the boat, and no one can prove this. Second, he did not see Mr. Arman. He only saw Mr. Arman. That Mr Albert came into his room. Thirdly, the incisions on the body and the head, although neat, did not quite fit together. They may not be the same person."

"So this Mr. Otis is suspicious?"

"It can't be determined yet." After Charlie finished speaking, the police came to report the search of the items. "It seems that this possibility is very high. In the room of Mr. Otis, the detectives found Large amounts of cash, and items bearing the seal of Baron Arman."

"Doesn't this already mean that he is the murderer?"

"If he is the murderer, we have to ask him to recount the original trick."

Charlie always felt that something was wrong, but soon, the search personnel came again, this time saying that there was a headless corpse in the morgue.

"The visitor is confirmed, right?" Charlie asked.

McGinn nodded affirmatively. "Yes, Charlie. Except for the dead Mr. Albert and Stanley, the only people on the list are Baron Arman and Werner who has disappeared. The four of them are not in the banquet hall. Everyone gathered."

"Okay, Mr. McGinn. Arrest Mr. Otis! He's a prime suspect!"

McGinn listened to Charlie's thoughts, found Otis in the crowd, and ordered someone to escort him to Charlie.

Winnet, who was watching everything from the sidelines, had long noticed Otis, whose lips were trembling and out of his wits, his condition was suspicious just by looking at it.

When the police took him away, there was a strange silence in the venue, and then bursts of whispers broke out.No one expected that the man who acted like a detective at first was eventually regarded as a murder suspect by the police. The ladies sighed weakly.Edward also looked at Otis with a complicated face. In his impression, although Odis was handsome, he was actually a timid guy who didn't have the guts to commit murder.

"Mr. Otis, I think you need to tell us why a title deed with Baron Arman's seal and some ancient gold coins was found in your room?" Charlie asked him.

"This..." Otis was at a loss for words. He was so nervous that his face was sweating, his knees and calves began to tremble, "Mr. Police, please believe me, I really didn't kill anyone! A deal! He gave me gold coins and real estate, asked me to pretend to be Mr. Otis, sold his shares to Mr. Albert, and asked me to tell Albert to go to Alman’s room. He also Say, let me tell the others I saw him on deck!"

He looked hysterical and pulled Charlie's shirt hard: "What I said is true, the murderer must be Arman! It must be him!"

Charlie took off his hand with some disgust. A psychologically mature criminal can often make vivid performances, showing that he is extremely innocent.The thoughtful criminals are even more so, they will do everything to get rid of the crime.

See how poor he is!Pretending to be like a newborn mouse pup!As if he was the culprit who was about to wrong him and put him in jail!

"You say you are not Mr. Otis?"

Charlie twitched his lips and said, "But everyone knows you, ladies and gentlemen, please tell me, who is this person?"

Everyone frowned and recalled that those who knew Otis and those who did not all spoke in unison, proving that he was the real Otis. Even Edward felt that he was Otis, and there could be no other people.

Shirley sneered next to Winnet and said, "It's really a farce, Mr. Detective has become a criminal... Well, although he looked suspicious from the very beginning, especially after seeing the corpse in Arman's room when."

Winnet remained silent. In her opinion, the murderer would not be such a calm guy.Although judging from his body size, this man is indeed strong and possesses the strength needed to cut off his head, but his mentality is too weak.For such a person, without waiting for anyone to investigate, he will lose his footing.

But if he's the scapegoat for the murderer...

"Look, Mr. Otis, everyone remembers you and knows you!" When Charlie spoke, Otis was almost frightened into tears, but he didn't hold back, and continued, "Mr. Otis, even if you really It's a fake, and you are almost the only one who can do all of this."

"First of all, you bought a crew member, created the illusion of Mr. Alman on the ship, and boarded the ship as Mr. Albert's companion."

In the middle of his conversation, the police told him that they had found the headless body hidden in the ice room.

"After that, you find the flight attendant you bribed, and ask him to kill him! The head and the murder weapon were thrown into the sea together, but the body part, you are afraid that it will be sucked into the water inlet of the ship or crushed by the suction of the ship, so You hide it in an ice cellar where no one goes... because it's winter! And then you play this flight attendant again and lo and behold! Those crew members accounted for it, you and Mr. Werner both have blonde hair , the physique is similar! Mr. Werner is a temporary crew member, and the others don't have a deep impression of him, so this gives you a chance to impersonate him."

"Coincidentally, Mr. Bigger, who was in charge of registering the guests, handed over the job to Mr. Warner because of his illness, and Mr. Warner was nowhere to be found."

"Then, you find an excuse to leave, and then board the ship as Otis. Dressed up as Mr. Arman in the room, meet Albert in Arman's room, behead him and kill him. Put your own clothes on him, wipe off your fingerprints, and change into a set of clothes. After hiding the head, you go back to the room and play Otis, then go up to the deck, meet Miss Moriarty, and Tell her that you saw Mr. Arman on deck...however, you were the only one who saw Mr. Arman...that is the proof that you are lying."

"You have Baron Arman's belongings, probably because you killed that esteemed gentleman before boarding the ship."

"As for Mr. Stanley, it may be that you used the equity transaction to ask him to meet, and then quietly replaced his medicine bottle to complete your evil plan."

Charlie's combo left Otis speechless.

After hearing Charlie's reasoning, everyone admired for a while, and then looked at Otis who defended as if waiting for the murderer in the dock to be sentenced to death.But his rhetoric didn't impress anyone. It was as if the prison van passed by in the [-]th century was spurned by everyone and became an outlet, as if only Otis was not sober at the scene.

"What you say makes no sense, Mr. Otis. You have no proof of your innocence, and all the circumstances point against you alone! Do you understand, sir?"

McGinn ordered Otis to be escorted, and the whole case was settled.

Winnett heard the confession of Otis, he is a veteran of stealing and defrauding everywhere under the name of a freelance photographer, saying that he was entrusted to play Otis.

A criminal who deserves no sympathy.

Winnet remained silent. She witnessed Otis being taken into custody by the police.

"Is it as you expected?" Shirley said, "or is that detective's reasoning level higher than yours?"

"Inference... Well, I'm not very good at that kind of thing. However, this Otis in front of him should not have the mentality to carry out the process that the detective said, and the motive of the crime is also a problem. It is hard to believe that he can do it purely for money." Do that."

"You mean, was the murderer someone else?"

Shirley said in a low voice after she finished asking, "But now, the case has 'turned out'. Even if you speak for him, people will only think you are a sympathetic woman, unless you have evidence that points to the real murderer. But it seems that you don't have that willingness. By the way, if it is true what the detective said, Otis' execution time is too tight."

"Although in the first corpse, the section between the head and body was neat. But the head hidden in the armor is not. There are many uneven wounds on it, as if it was specially used to vent anger after death."

Not only that, part of the face also seemed to be hit on a stone or metal, and it looked bloody and bloody, like a tortured criminal.

"Thank you, Officer McGinn and Mr. Charlie," Edward finally smiled when he saw Otis being pushed down, and the problem about the trip was resolved. "I would like to ask you to help send their bodies back to the United States, and arrange the remains so that their relatives will not be too sad."

Edward lowered his head and wrote a check, then took out his business card, "This is the entrustment fee, both of you. If you need any help, you can go to our Italian branch, and I will ask someone to receive it."

"Yes, no problem, sir," Charlie replied respectfully.