An Su tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, blinked his eyes to digest the matter, and then asked: "You also said, I may not be the true son of Earl Jia, why do I still have a motive to kill?" ”

"You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will be a testimony in court! Seriously, okay? In the end, the detective couldn't argue, so he could only talk to Ansu off the field.

"Hmm." Ansu didn't think so, every word he said was very serious,

"You go back first, I'll focus on you again later." The detective knew that this little handsome guy didn't eat oil and salt, so he could only warn him gently.

"Who's next?" Ansu knows the flow of this game very well, and even if he doesn't know it, he can guess that the detective must have the next person who needs to be one-on-one.

"Call the flowerer Liu who helped me." The detective pretended to flip through the small notebook twice, and then said.

Because he could see the deliberateness of the detective's actions, Ansu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?" ”

"Because you doubt him." The detective replied angrily to Ansu, with an urge to transfer the detective's position to him.

Ansu didn't know what the one-on-one reasoning was talking about, but after the one-on-one ended, he quickly shouted for everyone to focus on the discussion.

Because the clues are very chaotic and complicated, the centralized discussion is still the first centralized discussion location, and everyone spreads the evidence in the middle of the table, turning them one by one, and reasoning one by one.

Although the gossip is a bit messy, the efficiency is still very high.

"Look......" Jia's daughter stood up and wanted to say some evidence, but she didn't find the paper, so she paused.

Originally, she should have taken the stalk at this time, but now no one spoke, all quietly waiting for her to find a clue and speak again.

Jia's daughter finally picked up the paper and read slowly:

"Dear son, I finally found you, but I found that my property has been almost controlled by this demon Young Master Jiang, can you help me?" After Daughter Jia put down the paper, she glanced at everyone's eyes, and then said, "This is a fake letter written by Earl Jia next door to our Dong. ”

"Fake Earl?" Dong's next door couldn't help but ridicule Jia's daughter's statement.

"Goose goose goose~" instantly laughed out of a goose call.

"So Dong next door is the real young master?" Bai Fumei blinked her eyes and asked ignorantly.

"Then didn't I have such a big castle in an instant?" Dong next door deliberately looked at Ansu with a stunned expression.

"Alright, let's get moving." The detective doesn't really want to see everyone's smiles at this time, so cue the process.

"Wait-" Qian also stood up suddenly, he also had a piece of paper in his hand, and looked excited, "Listen to this." ”

Everyone gave him a look that he wanted to hear.

So he read it out: "Dear Liu, I never thought that my son was by my side, but now I have to hand over all my property to Young Master Jiang, I am not reconciled!" ”

"This letter is written to Liu Huajiang, and I see that the content is similar, so we might as well put it together." The Qian servant added.

"This is a bit strange, if you also want to coax Liu Huajiang to help you, why don't you just ask for help?"

Everyone who asked a sentence fell silent.

"I suddenly have a very big brain hole, could it be that Liu Huajiang is the son of this fake Earl Jia?" When everyone was at a loss, the Qian servant once again put forward his own ideas.

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"Let me look at the letter again." The detective was also awakened by this sentence, his eyes lit up, and he quickly took the letter and read it again.

"Only the murderer can lie, and you yourself say that you are not the true son of the deceased." Everyone was struggling with the evidence, and An Su directly stared at Liu Ziliang with a cold gaze and asked.

This woman doesn't play by routine.

"Yes." Liu Ziliang replied without any taboos.

"He's your dad, what he means, did you help him?" The detective doesn't care if it's his little friend at this time, and it's true to ask for clues.

"Later, my dad asked me to copy some things about the identity of the young master, and I imitated some things, such as the pocket watch that was not very clear." Liu Ziliang generously told everything he had.

Liu Ziliang's explanation made everyone suddenly clear, but this evidence has also come to an end.

"Oh, I've reasoned like this, but I still can't find who the murderer is." Bai Fumei grabbed her long brown hair and was speechless.

Liu Ziliang also stood up, everyone contributed clues, if you really pretend to be dead, it's not good.

So he said unhurriedly in a magnetic voice: "I'm afraid that our eldest lady also knows the true identity of Earl Jia. ”

"You know that, too?" The detective looked away from Liu Huajiang and looked at Jia's daughter.

"I ......" Daughter Jia smiled embarrassedly, her eyes rolled around a few times without speaking.

"I found a torn diary, which read: I heard my father talking to a strange uncle today, and they actually told me about my father's kidnapping, it turned out that my father had died a long time ago...... And now the person I think of as my father is the murderer of my father!! ”

Liu Ziliang exhaled a breath and continued: "They said that my brother was just a puppet planted in Jia Castle, but now my brother doesn't listen to them, and they want to get rid of my brother!" I don't allow it! Why did you hurt my father and my brother? What am I going to do? ”

"This Earl Jia has a loudspeaker when he talks to others, and you can hear them whispering one by one." What Dong next door doesn't like the most is the dull atmosphere, and when he finds a little bit of a stalk at this time, he can't help but pick it up.

The effect is still very good, and it has liberated everyone's mood for a short time.

"If you know......" The detective wanted to reason, but he paused, which could not prove that Jia's daughter was the murderer.

"But Bai Fumei is a girl, so the probability of her being a murderer is relatively low......" Liu Ziliang took out his own evidence, and then refuted his own evidence.

"We still haven't found any critical evidence."

"Let's vote." Said the detective.

Although no direct clues have been found so far, Jasmine is still lying outside, and in order to call the police faster, she can only vote.

The outcome of the game does not matter.

At this time, the detective announced the vote, and a picture also popped up in the live broadcast room.

[The game is over, please vote for the precious vote in your hand, the person with the highest number of votes will be selected as the suspect in the live broadcast room, and the murderer will receive a small gift in the game. 】

Sugar gourd (colorful dazzling): It's really rare to be willing to take the initiative to bleed! Everyone, hurry up!!

In order to encourage everyone's enthusiasm for the game, Sugar Gourd also went down in person.

Great Demon King: Are you familiar with Hanging Bomb Heaven?

I am most afraid of sudden embarrassment in the air, the problem is that the current live broadcast room attention is not able to make any comments.

Ansu's question has always been at the bottom.

Sugar gourd once again pretended to be dead for diving......