Jian Jing unscrewed the plastic cap on the end of the mop, tilted it downward, and shook it vigorously.
A seamless steel pipe slid out.
Most mops nowadays are telescopic, with hollow handles that can just hide a steel pipe with a smaller diameter. However, such household products can be found everywhere and blend into the environment. People will instinctively ignore their existence, and few people will take them apart to check.
However, Lin Yao still held on: "I don't know if there is anything like that. Maybe it's already there when it leaves the factory."
"You are so confident! It seems that you must have worn gloves when you made the murder weapon." Jian Jing found the key and became more calm.
She went straight to the garbage can in the kitchen and took out a bottle of tomato sauce.
The bottle of ketchup was in a translucent frosted bottle, a large family bottle. It was more than half empty, with about two tablespoons of it left.
"There's still a little left, why throw it away?" she asked.
Lin Yao said stiffly: "If you want to throw it away, just throw it away. Do you need a reason?"
"Perhaps in your opinion, it is reasonable to throw away things before they are fully used. Unfortunately, I find it very strange." Jian Jing shook the bottle and turned it over.
It was not easy, as the bucket-shaped design was not easy to keep upside down, but slowly, the ketchup on the surface poured out, revealing the syringe hidden at the bottom.
Lin Yao sighed deeply, weakly and sadly.
"You pretended to overturn things and used the mop to hide the steel pipe. You also hid the syringe and needle in the bottle. The thread used as the tail feathers and the needle recovery thread were naturally mixed in with the wool." Jian Jing held up the bottle and used the light to distinguish the things inside. "There is only one needle. Did you make the second needle hole when you went there this morning?"
To disguise a snake bite, two holes are required. It is obviously troublesome to inject the poison needle twice. It is better to inject one more shot the next day when the person is in a panic, without anyone noticing.
Lin Yao asked: "Where did I reveal the flaw?"
Jian Jing laughed at herself and said, "There is no flaw. I ruled out other suspects and deduced the result. I came to your room before, but I didn't even take a look." She couldn't help but sigh, "The typhoon last night was the best opportunity to destroy the evidence. It's a pity that you were tripped and didn't have time to make arrangements. Otherwise..."
The typhoon was so strong last night that if the murder weapon was thrown into the mountains and blown away by the strong wind, I'm afraid we'll never find it again.
"Fortunately, I'm lucky. I think there's still some coral snake venom left in the syringe," she asked.
At this point, Lin Yao had nothing to say in her defense. She sat down on the sofa silently, closed her eyes and held back her tears.
After a moment, the pent-up emotions reached the threshold, breaking through reason and bursting out.
"I hate Xiaoxiao so much. Even though she did nothing wrong, I really hate her so much! I hate that she got Yingjie's feelings, I hate that she didn't cherish him and made him so sad, I hate that she gave up on him, but when her fiancé died, she flirted with him again!"
She choked with sobs, covered her cheeks with her hands, and expressed her pain heartbreakingly: "I was so upset at first, but she broke up with him all of a sudden. I thought the chance had come and he would finally be able to see me, but it happened to her again... I really hope she disappears from this world. Without her, I will no longer be Xiaoxiao's friend, I will be Lin Yao, I will be Yaoyao!! "
Tears burst out, she suddenly raised her head, clenched her teeth, and shouted at the top of her lungs: "What's wrong with me? What's good about her? Why, why?"
Jian Jing sighed softly, neither answering nor blaming.
She knew that Yaoyao actually understood that love had nothing to do with these things. If she liked someone, she liked him, and if she didn't like someone, she didn't like him. Even if Yang Xiao was interested, Si Yingjie might not necessarily be attracted to her.
However, no matter how much rationality one has, when faced with the most irrational love, one is doomed to be defeated.
It is inevitable to fantasize that maybe one's own schemes are clever and can deceive the world; it is inevitable to expect that once others fail, Cupid's arrow will favor oneself.
To gamble on an illusory possibility, you have to sacrifice yourself.
Ding Dong, the phone rings.
Jian Jing looked at him and said, "The police are here. Do you want to see Si Yingjie again?"
Lin Yao's sad complaint came to an abrupt end.
She looked up, a glimmer of hope and longing flashed across her sweet face, a little extravagant hope lighting up her eyes, as if she had a thousand words to say. However, the flame only shone for a moment, and then, like a candle burning all night, it went out dimly.
"No need." Lin Yao said with difficulty, "I don't want to see Yingjie hate my wife."
Before she finished her words, a sob escaped from her throat - yes, that brief moment just now had brought her back to her senses. Si Yingjie would not love Yang Xiao because of her behavior, he would only hate her.
She didn't want to appear in front of him as a murderer.
"Let the police come directly here." She pleaded humbly and pitifully.
Jian Jing agreed.
But when Kang Mucheng came with the police, Si Yingjie insisted on coming. He shouted at the door: "It must be a mistake, Mucheng, are you crazy? Jingjing is just a child, she doesn't know how to investigate a case, how could it be Yaoyao? She is so timid that she would take a stray dog to the hospital if she saw one on the street."
He said categorically: "Impossible!"
Jian Jing shook her head, motioning Kang Mucheng to stay and clean up the mess, while she went out and grabbed his arm: "Come with me."
Si Yingjie wanted to shake her off, but he couldn't get away and was dragged by her. He thought he was still drunk and didn't think much about it: "Jingjing! You told Mucheng that it was a mistake, that's impossible."
"I found the murder weapon in her room, and she admitted it." Jian Jing grabbed him, "Now is not the time to talk about it, let's go to Room 12."
Si Yingjie was confused: "What are you going to do at No. 12?"
"Meet your ex-wife."
The police's actions were so loud that they woke up Ah Xu and Coach Yin who were still sleeping. They rushed over, and were so shocked by what happened that they couldn't leave.
But despite such a big commotion, Elena and Zong Xunmei were nowhere to be seen.
They are all in room 12.
Si Yingjie is really pitiful. When he woke up this morning, he first heard that his good friend had killed his lover. Then he saw his ex-wife appear in the room where his cousin used to live, with a gun in her hand.
Fortunately, the gun was aimed at Zong Xunmei, otherwise he would definitely suspect that he was still drunk.
"What are you doing?" He was stunned.
Elena glanced at Jian Jing and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't drag him into this. This matter has nothing to do with you."
Si Yingjie angrily said: "What nonsense are you talking about? Put down your gun! Are you crazy? The police are on the island."
"Shut up, it has nothing to do with you." Elena was very indifferent, and her eyes were like knives thrown at Zong Xunmei, "Get out of the way, or I will shoot."
Zong Xunmei raised his hands in surrender, but his tone was not at all self-conscious: "It's useless for you to kill me. The things are no longer here."
Elena looked unhappy: "As expected, you are also..."
"Stop it and leave here." Zong Xunmei said earnestly, "Otherwise, if you are taken away by the police, you will be in big trouble."
Elena narrowed her beautiful eyes, as if trying to determine whether he was bluffing.
"You think I'm lying to you." He smiled. "When Dr. Wu died, all the data on his computer and mobile phone was cleared. There was no special place in his belongings. The thing was not with him."
Jian Jing seemed to have stumbled upon the wrong set, full of confusion, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yingjie, who is Dr. Wu?"
"That's my cousin." Si Yingjie's eyes were dark and his expression was gloomy. "He died abroad. The cause is unknown. It was said to be a sudden heart attack, but..."
"Dr. Wu is a technical consultant for an ocean development company. He single-handedly led the research and development of the 'Zhulong' deep-sea mining system." Zong Xunmei continued, "This technology is at least five levels ahead of major European and American companies. In order to get it, they murdered Dr. Wu."
Jian Jing sucked in a breath of cold air, unable to believe her ears.
"But no one has obtained Zhulong's information." Zong Xunmei said, "The day before yesterday, Dr. Wu seemed to have a premonition and handed his will to his lawyer, which included the disposal of his property. Many people must have searched the villa where he lived during his lifetime, but found nothing."
The more he talked, the uglier Elena's face became.
Si Yingjie was not stupid after all. He reacted immediately and stared at Elena, aggressively: "You married me for this too?"
"She is a 'special talent' hired by Egil Company." Zong Xunmei's eyes were filled with smiles. "She wants to get close to you and find out Dr. Wu's secrets. Apparently, they suspect that there is something wrong with the will."
Si Yingjie: “Fuck!”
At this point, there is no point in making excuses. Elena revealed the answer: "Before Dr. Wu died, he had a cup of Starbucks coffee in his hand, but he never drinks coffee, only tea."
Jian Jing finally understood.
The Starbucks logo is a mermaid.
It was obviously no coincidence that Elena came to Mermaid Island.
Is the business war in this world so exciting? Sending beautiful women undercover to spy directly? Compared with the chairman of the original world who secretly took photos, the difference is not a little bit.
It's really scary.
"Villa No. 12 is so small. You have been here more than once. Have you found it?" Zong Xunmei asked with a smile.
Elena's face looked extremely ugly.
Zong Xunmei said: "I'll give you a chance. If you don't take it, it will be too late to regret."
Elena glanced at Si Yingjie quickly. He was so angry that his face turned red and the veins in his temples were throbbing, but he barely held back and said, "If you don't get out of here, I'll have someone arrest you."
He would be exposed and unable to get his stuff, and the police had already landed on the island, so it would not be worthwhile to fight him head-on.
What bad luck! I spent half my time doing useless work.
Elena secretly cursed her bad luck, but had no intention of continuing the stalemate with them - after all, she was just a commercial spy, doing the work for money, not a real agent, and she could still fight alone in the hail of bullets.
"How ruthless." She retracted her gun, dodged them swiftly like a rabbit, and slipped out of the door, leaving only a familiar teasing in the distance, "One night of marriage means a hundred nights of love. Goodbye, Yingjie."
Si Yingjie felt a surge of frustration in his chest, but he couldn't express it, so he kicked over a chair in anger.
Jian Jing felt very sorry for him, but she had no time to worry. She locked her eyes with Zong Xunmei: "Elena was sent by that company, and you? Why did you come here? Is the Candle Dragon in your hands?"
"I met Dr. Wu a while ago, and he asked me to do this. Of course, I will receive a considerable amount of money to retrieve the backup data of Zhulong for him and hand it over to the person he designated." Zong Xunmei spread his hands and said slowly, "The situation was tense two days ago, and I did not act rashly. It was also because I had no other clues. The information I got was much the same as what they got."
Jian Jing wanted to ask more, but Si Yingjie could no longer bear it and said angrily: "What do you think of me? Come when you want and leave when you want? Get out! You get out too!"
"I have to be loyal to the person who entrusted me with the task." Zong Xunmei didn't pay any attention to it. She only paused for a moment when she passed by Jian Jing and explained, "The situation is urgent. I'm sorry for offending you."
He pinned the business card to her braid with a flick of his finger: "I owe you a favor. You can always ask me for it. Goodbye, Miss Jane."
The moment he raised his hand, Jian Jing raised her hand to block it, but she moved slowly and only touched a card.
She took it down and saw only two lines of words on it.
Zongye.
Of course it's a phone number.