"Ming Zejun, is this true?" Officer Henggou looked at Mingze.

Ming Ze glanced at Yosuke Omura, "You go check his wallet." ”

Officer Yokomizo approached Yosuke Omura and said in a tone that could not be refused, "Can you lend me your wallet?" ”

"Humph!" Yosuke Omura took out his wallet, "If you want the banknote to have the president's fingerprints on it, then of course, because the money was given to me by the president, so it can't be used as evidence at all, right?" Hahaha......"

Officer Henggou checked it, and it didn't seem to be anything suspicious, "Ming Zejun, where is your evidence?" ”

Ming Ze said lightly: "It should be in the banknote, it's a receipt." ”

"Receipts?" Officer Henggou looked at Ming Ze in surprise, and then opened his wallet again, and sure enough, he found a white ticket, "This is the receipt of the Ota Hotel...... On September 12th, at 19:40, I bought a cigar cigarette. ”

When Yosuke Omura heard this, his face suddenly changed! Rushing to the police officer in the cross-ditch, trying to snatch the white ticket in his hand.

"Huh?" Officer Yokomizo, who is also a well-trained detective, had long noticed Yosuke Omura's abnormality and kicked him away, "Hold him down for me!" ”

As soon as the voice fell, several police officers rushed forward and controlled Yosuke Omura.

"Actually, this receipt was the one I got during the meal when Hua Yin and I had dinner with Hideaki Ota last night, Yosuke Omura, you left in between, after that, if you didn't meet Hideaki Ota, how could there be a receipt from Hideaki Ota in your wallet?"

"I think this is what you did after you hanged Hideaki Ota, and suddenly found that his wallet fell on the grass, and before leaving, you took the banknotes in your wallet as your own, but it was too dark at the time, and you didn't expect that there was a receipt for buying cigars in the middle of those banknotes, and as long as that receipt was taken for testing, it should be able to find out Hideaki Ota's fingerprints."

“......”

Yosuke Omura was already speechless in horror, and looked at Ming Ze dumbfounded.

"What the hell is going on! Yosuke Omura! ”

Officer Yokomizo roared angrily, breaking Yosuke Omura's last psychological defense, "What other reason do you have to exonerate yourself!" ”

Yosuke Omura seemed to have a convulsion, his face distorted, and then slowly calmed down, "I didn't expect that this matter would be lost on a receipt." ”

"What was your motive for killing?" Amineaki looked at Yosuke Omura in surprise.

Yosuke Omura shook his head, "In order to evade tax payment, when the company's economy began to decline, the president instructed me to help the company evade taxes, because of this relationship, I also got a lot of benefits at that time, but then the president asked me to take all the responsibility for all this, it turned out that he just wanted me to taste the sweetness from the beginning...... I usually want to get rid of me every time she calls for the company, and I have no value...... So, I killed him. ”

......

Ming Ze and Hua Yin watched Yosuke Omura being escorted away by the police, and they didn't have the heart to stay here, after all, everything that should have been done was done, and finally accompanied Hua Yin to walk around the Phantom Huai Temple, and then went down the mountain.

"Hey, Mingze."

The sound of flowers whirring sounded.

As soon as Ming Ze heard it, he knew that he was going to suffer, ", what are you doing......"

"What else are you doing?" Hua Yin suddenly bristled, "What did you just do that you don't know yourself?" You're really giving that thing to someone else......"

Mingze sounded at that time...... Harm, this Nizi is sick again, "Okay, okay, my mistake, my fault, okay." ”

"Why?" Hua Yin looked at Ming Ze angrily, "You look like I'm strong, as if I'm oppressing you." ”

"Isn't it?"

“！”

Seeing that Huayin was about to explode, Ming Ze quickly apologized, "Okay, it's my fault, I shouldn't have wrapped that muddy pin in the handkerchief you gave me." ”

Huayin pursed her lips, "That's the first time I've embroidered, how can you not cherish it, you can only use it to wipe yourself, of course you can't use it for others." ”

“......”

Hua Yin suddenly thought of something, glanced at Ming Ze, and her face turned red, "By the way, you can use it yourself in moderation." ”

“？？？”

Ming Ze flicked his fingers at this Nizi's smooth forehead, "What are you thinking about in your head?" Don't do it! ”

"That's right," Ming Ze glanced at his surroundings, almost to the road, "We're going to play there next, okay, last stop!" ”

"Harm, okay, okay," Hua Yin pouted, "Aren't you just going out to play?" ”

“？？？” Is this called playing? Ming Ze looked at the unhappy Huayin, and really wanted to see how this guy's head grew......

Hua Yin looked at the map, using her mobile phone to search for something interesting nearby, and suddenly, Hua Yin caught a glimpse of a piece of Lintu.

"I remember ...... here," Hanain muttered in a low voice. Then he glanced at Ming Ze, "Ahem, let's go here!" ”

“？” Ming Ze looked at Huayin and pointed to Tottori Prefecture on the map, and was speechless, "Even if it crosses the county, it's still so far, and I remember that there are no famous scenic spots to play here, right?" ”

"Who's!"

Hua Yin pouted, "That's just what you don't know, you follow me, that's right." ”

"Really?" Ming Ze's scrutinizing gaze stared at Hua Yin, wanting to see the clue from her expression, "Are you sure you're just going to play?" ”

“......”

Huayin is naturally not a fuel-efficient lamp, and met Mingze's scrutinizing gaze, and said seriously: "Really." ”、

Ming Ze looked at Huayin and shook his head, with a cute look, a little helpless, "Alas, okay, let's go, let's go." ”

Ming Ze sighed, I really don't know what the hell this Nizi is doing, but ...... Ming Ze glanced at the lively Huayin, which is not bad......

......

Transmit.

During the Edo period, there was a family in this neighborhood that was a puppeteer, and the puppeteer used a transparent string to hang puppets and make stage plays, which can be regarded as a long history.

Legend has it that this puppeteer had a poor performance and no agility, and in order to make his performance more vivid and impress the audience, he kept a group of spiders in captivity, and whenever there were wanderers who wandered here to spend the night, he would kill them and feed the spiders he kept in captivity with flesh and blood, which was rumored to make the spider's silk more flexible.

As time passed, the puppeteer's skills became more and more exquisite, and he became more and more popular with the audience, he made a lot of money, and he was ready to go into hiding, but looking at the group of spiders in captivity in the house, each of them was already the size of a head, and the eight spider legs were stretched out, about a meter or so, the puppeteer decided to burn these spiders with a handful, in order to pass on the skills to his children in order to be peaceful in his old age.