Fu Kemu fell into contemplation again in the blink of an eye, and the active atmosphere in the living room was like a flash in the pan, and it disappeared in an instant.

"Who's the owner of that mailbox? Mr. Markovsky said that he was a mole, and judging from Markovsky's investigation, the perpetrator used paper-cutting to contact Bailang, paper-cutting? Mr. Markovsky mentioned Miss Kwan Ying......"

Fu Kemu couldn't help but glance at Guan Ying who was standing next to his wife, only to see that her face was getting paler and paler, but her beautiful eyes were still clear and calm like an ancient pond in the deep mountains, and she was not stained with earthly sins at all.

"No, it won't be Miss Guan Ying, I don't believe it could be done by such a kind young lady. Miss, although you have not been here for a long time, your speech and demeanor and knowledge are not inferior to a lady's beauty, and I believe that you are pure and innocent. ”

"The person who steals the ancient lantern must be the one who knows the secret of the ancient lantern," Markovsky said calmly to Miss Guan Ying.

"Miss, did you ask Bai Lang for help in the "Voice Daily", and then stole the ancient lamp and handed it to Yu Qianwen?"

"It's me!" Guan Ying admitted, but her tone did not show any uneasiness or guilt.

"You...... It's really you, impossible. ”

Fu Kemu really didn't want to believe this fact.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, Mr. Markovsky is right, it was indeed me who sneaked into the room on Saturday night and stole the ancient lamp."

"You're lying."

"Why do you say I'm lying, I did."

"On Sunday morning, except for the window, which was open, the other doors were plugged in from the inside, and since Mr. Markovsky had proved that he did not enter through the window, he must have entered and exited through the door."

Guan Ying's face suddenly turned red, and she didn't know how to answer.

Fu Kemu continued:

"You said you sneaked into the room, but the door was slammed in the morning. If you go through the door, someone must have opened the door for you, and after you left, the door was inserted for you. At that time, it was just me and my wife in the bedroom, and no one else was in the room......"

Fu Kemu unconsciously deduced that he had come here, suddenly came to his senses, and glanced at his wife in astonishment, only to see that his wife was pale, sitting there dazed, and was about to fall.

Markovsky looked at it calmly, thinking to himself, finally let Fu Kemu know the truth, that thief is actually Madame!

Fu Kemu couldn't sit still, and asked his wife tremblingly: "I'm sorry, but is this true?"

Madame couldn't hold back any longer, threw herself at Fu Kemu's feet, hugged Fu Kemu's legs and cried loudly.

"Fu Kemu, please forgive me, everything has nothing to do with Guan Ying, it's all my fault!"

"W-what's going on?"

"Miss Guan Ying wants to help me and save me from the bad guys, so she is willing to make mistakes for me."

"Bad guy, is that Yu Qianwen?"

"Yes, I have known him since I was a girl, and we passed two letters, but soon I forgot about him. Later, when he somehow found out that I was married, he wrote to me and said that he would tell you about my previous association with him.

"I didn't care at first, because I had a clear conscience, but he wrote to me and threatened me, saying that he would fabricate a false image of the past, and then add fuel and gas to report it to you, and I believed it, and I was afraid that you would fall into his trap and cause a big misunderstanding, so I mistakenly gave him some money to let him go away, and who knew that he had to inch in, and asked me for something more valuable.

"I regarded Miss Guan Ying as a caring person, so I had to confide in her true feelings, she not only comforted me, but also helped me ask Bai Lang for help, and set a plan, first steal the ancient lamp to Yu Qianwen, and then Bai Lang to find it back, so I stole the ancient lamp, asked Guan Ying to hand it over to Yu Qianwen, and asked her to discuss with Bai Lang what to do. In order to distract everyone, I faked the scene

"All this is caused by my naivety and ignorance, so that I will be blackmailed by gangsters. In order to help me, Miss Guan Ying did not hesitate to risk being a scapegoat, and she never confided her true feelings. How merciful and noble she is!"

After the lady finished speaking, she hugged her husband's leg in shame and wept loudly. Guan Ying lowered her head, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

That night, on a cruise ship bound for the North Port of Country Y.

The sea is calm, the moon is bright and the wind is clear, and the night is dark. Most of the passengers had returned to rest, except for a slender gentleman with a strong physique pacing on deck, smoking his pipe. On the bench at the other end of the deck sat a lady, looking thoughtfully at the beautiful sea like a fantasy.

The gentleman approached the lady:

"Miss Guan Ying, haven't you rested yet?"

"Alas, I can't sleep because I'm so worried."

"Are you still thinking about that case, it has nothing to do with you!"

"No, I'm thinking about Mrs. Fu Kemu, she's so pitiful!"

"Fortunately, Fu Kemu has forgiven her, and after this ordeal, the couple will be more affectionate in the future."

"These are your gifts!"

"Alas, you have also taken great pains to make the end of the matter more complete. The good people were rewarded, the bad people were punished, and the lady's heart was relieved. ”

"Yes, sometimes it's not a smart way to hide a secret. Mrs. was also mistaken by trivial things for a while, and made a fuss, it is estimated that Yu Qianwen was also an honest and honest person when he was young, and then he went astray and made mistakes, and he can't blame Mrs.

"It really scared you a lot, you stay at my house for a few days, and when Bunin comes back from his injury at Fu Kemu's house, let him accompany you to visit around and relax."

Markovsky smoked two puffs of his cigarette, but the fire was extinguished, and he re-lit a match, which was blown out by the wind again, and he walked up to a gentleman in the distance and said:

"Sir, borrow a fire."

The gentleman lit a match, and the light of the fire illuminated their countenances.

"It's you, Shiraro!"

"Hello, Detective!"

The hands of the two men clasped together again.

"We don't know each other, we can already be called good friends!"

"Of course, this time we're evenly matched again, Mr. Detective. You live up to your name, but you're in a bit of a hurry this time. I was going to pick up the stolen goods from the river and give them to you as a favor, but you misunderstood my kindness and got into a big fight with me, which caused a lot of trouble!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Bai Lang, I was rude this time. Fortunately, the ending is not bad, and you can rest assured. ”

"It's okay, I've been competing with you again, and I feel like it's really a happy thing in my life. Perhaps, we will continue to communicate in the future, maybe we will work together one day!"

"Great, please take care of me then."

The two looked at each other and smiled, their hearts fluctuating, intertwined with complex feelings of mutual admiration but uncompromising each other.

The waves on the sea are calm and calm, and a bright moon sprinkles the brilliance like water, casting a round of reflection on the water.

Not far away, Beigang was already close at hand like a giant ship. Markovsky is home again.