Song Wushuang didn't know how long she had been dizzy, and when she opened her eyes, the straight and straight female corpse was lying there face to face with her, her miserable white face was entangled in chaotic hair, so frightened that she couldn't care about the pain in her body, and she was afraid of several steps back, even if her hands were pierced with broken glass, she didn't feel pain.

"Why am I still here? How can I get home? Song Wushuang broke down and wanted to cry, but when she thought that she had slept with the female corpse all night, she wanted to vomit in disgust.

She didn't dare to stay longer, so she rushed to the door, and when the door opened, she saw the little brother looking at her with a frightened face, and then, seeing the murder scene in the house behind her, the little brother's mouth opened wider, screaming and shouting, "You killed someone, you killed someone." ”

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

The little brother was forced to retreat by her, "Don't come here, don't come here." ”

Seeing that he was about to run, Song Wushuang was in a hurry, and he rushed up to cover his mouth, but the little brother was not in a hurry to hide, and Song Wushuang's hands were full of blood all rubbed on his face and clothes.

I don't know if the little brother is breathing poorly, or fainting blood, he began to roll his eyes, and his body sat on the ground weakly.

Song Wushuang really didn't want to scare the little brother to death, so he rode on him and patted his face, "Hey, don't talk nonsense, wake up, I can explain, I can explain." ”

At this time, she was too much like a fierce and vicious perpetrator, she was strangled by others from behind and dragged off the little brother's body.

The strength of the other party was too great, and before he could struggle, he was lifted up like a chicken in a circle, and then against the cold wall.

Only then did she see clearly that the other party's face was Mr. Zhou, who was on the same side, his red eyes locked her throat, she couldn't breathe, and felt that her eyes were about to burst out by this pressure.

"You put ......"

Mr. Zhou's strength was so great that she couldn't speak, so she could only slap his arm hard to try to get a breather. However, she is a powerless woman, and everything is in vain.

"Is that what you're coming back for?" He pointed to the female corpse in room 405 behind him, "You hate her so much?" ”

Song Wushuang didn't understand what was going on at all, she was about to roll her eyes when she was pinched, if this man didn't let go, she really wouldn't be able to live.

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

Finally, he let go of her neck, and she got a gap to inhale the air greedily, the dust in the air irritating her throat and making her cough.

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

Mr. Zhou's forehead burst with green tendons, trying to suppress his emotions, and roared, "I've known you for so long, and I didn't really know the other side of you until today, your ruthlessness is terrifying." ”

"What do you say again? Why can't I understand? ”

"She's wrong, you can't show your innocence, I hate her, I hate her, but ...... I didn't expect you to kill her! His eyes were red, and then big tears fell, "Did you consider my feelings when you killed her?" How do I handle myself? ”

These words are as deep as the sea, and they are helpless. "How do you want me to protect you?"

Song Wushuang felt that she was speechless, and in a hurry, she grabbed his hand, "Mr. Zhou, you must listen to my explanation, I really didn't kill anyone." ”

He suppressed his voice and said, "Ziyun always said that you always look innocent to win people's sympathy, and I will always stand by your side." I thought it was Ziyun 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, we ...... Acquaintance? ”

"Don't worry, don't pretend?"

"Peace of mind? Who is Anxin? ”

"You really make people feel ridiculous, make people feel ......" He thought for a long time, even if 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 off her hand in disappointment, squatting next to the female corpse, and his body began to sob.

Based on those words just now, Song Wushuang guessed that Mr. Zhou regarded her as a woman called "Anxin". And An Xin and the deceased are rivals in love, and both of them and Mr. Zhou have emotional entanglements.

Mr. Zhou seems to care more about "peace of mind", and Mr. Zhou thinks that "peace of mind" has killed his rival, so he is now very self-blaming and guilty.

What does the grievances and grievances in the mansion of the Republic of China have to do with her? She thought about it, this may not be a society governed by the rule of law, if no one administers justice for her, she doesn't want to spend the rest of her life in a prison in the Republic of China!

Thinking of this, I turned around and was about to walk away silently, only to find that the front desk brother was long gone.

"You think you can run away?" Mr. Zhou turned his back to her and said leisurely.

"I'm not a murderer, I can go if I want."

"Hehe, no matter how far you go, I'll get you back."

"On what basis?"

"It's up to you...... I'm sorry for me! ”

Song Wushuang scoffed, "What kind of reason do I talk to you as a Republican?" ”

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to run, but before she could reach the third floor, she was pressed against her chest by a sharp crutch, forcing her to retreat step by step.

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

The little brother followed behind him and stammered, "That's it, she killed our little lady." ”

"It turned out to be her!"

Somehow, Song Wushuang felt that there was actually a smile on the corner of the mouth of the man in this tattooed suit.

"Give me control of this woman."

At the sound of an order, the two assistants behind him suppressed her arms and dragged her into the scene of the crime, room 405.

The little brother said, "At four o'clock this morning, a guest on the fourth floor left the room, I came to the miscellaneous room on the fourth floor to inform Xiao Ai to clean the room, but I didn't expect to see her come out of the room 405 covered in blood, and wanted to kill 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, and he had been in this position for a long time.

"Hello, I'm Ouyang Lu."

Mr. Zhou finally reacted, looked back at him, and frowned.

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

Mr. Zhou's gaze shifted from Ouyang Lu to Song Wushuang's body, and his expression was even more complicated, as if there was some inextricable relationship between them.

Seeing that Mr. Zhou didn't shake hands with Ouyang Lu for a long time, even the little brother felt embarrassed, "Boss, boss?" ”

"Say."

"He is the Mr. Ouyang who cracked the death of Miss Yuepai, and I finally invited him." The little brother asked the boss for credit, but Song Wushuang saw the opportunity. "Mr. Ouyang, you must be aware of everything and return my innocence. I just strayed into ...... too."

"Wait, I'll ask you later, and then you talk." Ouyang Lu interrupted her words indifferently, and his words were ruthless.

Ouyang Lu motioned for his two younger brothers to get to work, one took out his camera and took pictures of the corpse and the furnishings in the house. One followed Ouyang Lu with a notebook and recorded.

Ouyang Lu looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "Zhou Ziyun, Nian Fang is twenty-one, Boss Zhou's sister." ”

Sister? Song Wushuang realized that the direction he guessed just now was wrong, it turned out that Mr. Zhou thought that his lover had killed his sister, so he fell into pain.

Ouyang Lu continued, "There are strangulation marks on the deceased's neck, there are traces of a fight at the scene, there are many blood stains on the walls, curtains, and around the corpse, there is a bowl of unfinished white fungus soup on the bedside table, the property in the bag is not lost, the jewelry on the dressing table is still there, and the deceased is neatly dressed and there is no sign of aggression." The deceased suffered multiple contusions with sharp objects, which were pierced when the crystal lamp fell and shattered. The deceased had strangulation marks on his neck, and he was strangled and suffocated. ”

He walked up to Song Wushuang, looked at her from front to foot, and said, "There is a suspect at the scene, female, about twenty-four or five years old, with blood stains on her body, and multiple wounds on her hands and feet, which are suspected to have been ......left by a fight with the deceased."

The more Song Wushuang listened, the more wrong he became, and his words pointed to her as a murderer everywhere.

She looked at Ouyang Lu in disbelief and continued to say, "There is a witness at the scene, it is the front desk of the hotel, and at four o'clock in the morning, I found that the suspect snatched the door from the scene of the crime, and I wanted to kill him." ”

"Wait, what are you talking about? Do you suspect me of being a murderer? ”

Mr. Ouyang shook his head, "You are wrong, I don't suspect you of being a murderer." His eyes were indifferent, and he said bluntly, "I think you are the murderer." ”

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

Ouyang Lu was silent, and his cold appearance seemed to tell her that no one could shake his authority here.

She thought that Mr. Ouyang would be his lifeline, but now it seems that it is just a shackle that binds her.

"I understand, you want to close the case with me?"

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

"Little brother just said that you just cracked a big case and became famous, didn't you just find someone to confess and close the case?"

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

She looked at Mr. Ouyang's gentlemanly appearance and felt funny, at this time she couldn't control her facial expression, and a mocking tone slipped out of her mouth, "Let me tell you, you miscalculated, I can still be bullied by you as a highly educated person?" ”

She lifted her chin, smoothed the hair on her ear, arranged her collar with her hand, and said confidently, "I grew up reading Conan's books, and Sherlock Holmes is my enlightenment teacher." ”

Mr. Ouyang frowned, obviously not having heard the names of these two people.

The two little followers beside him were also confused, but they didn't dare to ask.

There is only the cute front desk brother, "What Nan, what silk, who are they?" ”

"Conan Doyle, the Irish, the Sherlock Holmes, the Englishman, they are famous detectives abroad...... That one...... You don't know each other anyway. She pointed at Ouyang, "As far as you are, you will never be able to compare to them." ”

The little brother admired a little and said, "It turns out that you studied under a foreign high-ranking family." ”

At that time, the little brother's words of envy made Song Wushuang have the idea of saving himself. He, Mr. Ouyang, can deceive everyone into believing that he became famous overnight, why can't she?

"Although I am in a quagmire, I have studied under the high gate, and I can prove myself, no one should think of wronging me, especially those who are incompetent."

Ouyang Lu straightened his coat and sneered, "I believe that there are people outside the world, but I don't believe in the words of a murderer. ”

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

Ouyang Lu didn't argue, just looked at Zhou Zihe, who had been silent.