Do you have any evidence that Hou Teng is my pseudonym? Didn't Hou Teng commit suicide a week ago? The fact that I am alive proves that Hou Teng is not my pseudonym. ”

"Hou Teng did commit suicide. Because his whole body was charred, people in the neighborhood thought that the deceased was Hou Teng, but I didn't think so. The charred corpse was not Hou Teng, but Jiang Shangfeng, who came to Dongyang to track you down, Jiang Shangfeng knew that if you continued to paint under the pseudonym Hou Teng, you would be killed, because once this matter was publicized, it would be a fatal injury to you, so you killed him.

"Then you have the fictional character Hou Teng commit suicide in order to dispose of Jiang Shangfeng's body.

Unbeknownst to me, I had been expecting to find an unidentified body. When I think about it now, I think it's funny. ”

"What a beautiful imagination." Guan Lin shouted in a sharp voice, "I didn't meet Jiang Shangfeng in Dongyang, can you show evidence that Hou Teng is me?" ”

"I have witnesses who can prove that Jiang Shangfeng is investigating your affairs in Dongyang, and I think that if you put on glasses and a fedora to meet with people who have seen Hou Teng, these people will definitely testify that you are Hou Teng."

"You think I'm the murderer of Jiang Shangfeng based on this alone?" Guan Lin said with a sneer. "Despite what you say, you have no evidence to prove that I killed Mr. and Mrs. Tajima, and the modus operandi and motive you mentioned are indeed interesting, but it is purely your imagination, and there is not even a single piece of evidence.

You must know very well that you can't arrest me without evidence. That's why you want to arrest me on suspicion of killing Jiang Shangfeng in order to save the police's face, right? ”

"Unfortunately, no." Tian Chunda looked at Guan Lin with a smile, Guan Lin's eyes were embarrassed, and he touched his forehead with his hand as if he had lost his composure.

"I have evidence, evidence that is very unfavorable to you......"

"What evidence?"

"The first is that on the day of the incident, you brought the wine, so Hong Limin will drink it without suspicion, and the second is this Mr. Yi Cheng." Tian Chunda pointed to Yi Chengcheng, who was silently listening to their conversation, and said: "He met with Tajima and Hong Limin on the day of the incident. ”

"Yes."

Yi Cheng nodded and looked at Guan Lin. Tian Chunda was a little uneasy because he was not sure that Yi Cheng would be able to perform well.

"That day, when I heard rumors of the Tajima couple's divorce, I forcibly asked to meet them because it was news that would make me famous. Hong Limin blatantly kicked me out and refused to meet with me, while Tajima accepted my interview. When I arrived at Tajima's house, it was twelve o'clock in the evening, and I rang the electric bell because I saw that the studio was still lit, and soon Tajima appeared in the entrance with a tired face, and I remember that his hands were dyed red with red paint.

I said I wanted to talk to him for a while, and he said that there was a painting that had to be done by tomorrow, and that he didn't have time to talk to me, so he told me to go back. ”

"......" Guan Lin listened incredulously. Tian Chunda could see that he felt very embarrassed in his heart.

"Because I'm back, I can't write news." Yi Cheng began to snort, but his tone did not change at all, maybe he was used to talking nonsense.

"I forced my way into Tajima's house, and when I saw the portrait in the studio, the red paint on my face was almost gone, and I looked at the portrait and talked to Tajima.

He said that he had no intention of divorcing his wife and had entrusted a friend to persuade her not to divorce him. ”

"What color is the clothes for the portrait?" Guan Lin suddenly asked.

"Oh?" Yi Cheng asked rhetorically.

"If you've seen that portrait, you should remember the color of the clothes, what color is it? Please answer me. ”

Guan Lin asked in an aggressive tone, and Tian Chunda felt a little embarrassed, because he had not seen "the portrait of a certain woman" either.

Of course, I've never seen it either, so I don't know what color it is.

Although Tian Chunda felt very nerve-wracked, but, to a great surprise, Yi Cheng said very calmly: "I think it's lilac, because I only care about talking to Tajima, so I don't have much impression......

Guan Lin fell silent.

It seems that most of them were guessed correctly, but what puzzled Tian Chunda was how Yi Cheng could come up with such a color as lilac?

"You've got other fatal wounds."

The reason why Tian Chunda hurriedly interjected was that he wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and secondly, he was afraid that Guan Lin would ask about the portrait again, and it was difficult to guarantee that Yi Cheng would not show his feet.

"We can sue you." Tian Chunda said. "How will you prove your innocence?"

"Hong Limin's Diary ......"

"Diary?" Tian Chunda looked at Guan Lin's pale face with sarcastic eyes. "Where, exactly, is that diary?"

"That ......" Guan Lin was speechless for a while, and Tian Chunda saw a look of despair on his face.

"Hong Limin's diary is indeed to protect your castle, no, it's okay to say that it's your talisman. However, now it has become your fatal point. I handed over the diary to Jiang Shangfeng for safekeeping, and he must have taken the diary to Dongyang, but after he disappeared, the diary was not found from his relics, the reason is very simple, Jiang Shangfeng took the diary to meet the murderer, and was killed by the murderer, so Hong Limin's diary must now be in the hands of the murderer of Jiang Shangfeng.

I'm sure it must be in your hands, and once you are prosecuted, in order to protect yourself, you must bring up Hong Limin's diary, because without that diary, there is no way to prove that you did not kill the Tajima couple.

However, if you bring up that diary, you are suspected of killing Jiang Shangfeng, so now that diary is no longer to protect your castle, but to assassinate you. ”

"......" was a depressed silence, but Tian Chunda thought that this silence was a good omen. For so it is until the prisoner confesses his guilt.

Guan Lin lowered his head motionlessly, probably playing with the taste of failure, right? It is also possible that they are thinking about the last way to get away with it.

Tian Chunda silently lit a cigarette and waited for Guan Lin's reaction.

"I admit it." Guan Lin said suddenly. Tian Chunda felt that the tense atmosphere was slightly relieved.

Rather than victory, I felt that the incident was over, and my spirit was not as tense as before.

Guan Lin took out a cigarette with trembling fingers, and Tian Chunda helped him light the cigarette.

"Thank you." Guan Lin said. "It was I who killed those two people."

"Thank you." Tian Chunda blurted out this, and found that this sentence was a language problem and smiled bitterly.

"There are two things I don't understand, though."

"Is there something you don't understand?" Guan Lin said with a wink. "I think you should know that."

"One is Kuwabara's matter, I think she was bought by you, but if she is bought by you, there are some things that make me puzzled.