Li Kangna asked: "What's your motive? What's your motive for murder?"
"Given my fiancée's personality, even if the container is the third son, she would not have the idea of killing someone to protect him." Terauchi Hisako was really puzzled.
Jane Jing smiled.
She thought it was very interesting: "I have already told you the motive."
Wu Lie suddenly realized: "Dan wants you to be a suspect?"
"That's right." Jian Jing readily admitted, "Before the dinner, 'I' sneaked into Dan's room and vaguely heard his conversation with a woman, but it wasn't clear."
This is a sentence in the character script, with a stroke of luck. If it is a rough guest, he might only associate it with his wife or daughter.
But Jian Jing didn't remember it at that time.
"I decided to find an opportunity to go to Dan's room," Jian Jing said. "I'm a habitual thief with a special thief. Coincidentally, I also know a little bit about thieves. There, I found Dan's secret room. After finding the altar, videotapes and other things, I knew that Dan wanted to reincarnate into someone else."
"If Dan hadn't called me, I would have no reason to kill him. To me, what difference does it make whether my fiancé is a son or a father? But he asked me to go at 12:30, and I immediately understood that he wanted to get rid of me."
She smiled and slowly analyzed the motive for the "murder", which made her feel inexplicably refreshed.
"Dan originally disagreed with the marriage, and now he wants to harm me. I can't just sit there and wait for death. The best way is to turn the tables and kill him. After he dies, there will be no one who is hindering my marriage, and maybe I can get some benefits."
Everyone understood and felt a little regretful.
Ishikawa Keito said, "Miss Jian, I doubt you."
Jian Jing was not polite to him and gently added: "Then why don't you be more confident?"
Ishikawa Keito said: "What I mean is that your plan is not perfect."
"There may be lucky people who escape the law in this world, such as ." Jian Jing suddenly became serious, "but there is no absolutely perfect crime."
Kojima Wataru hadn't realized she was targeting him yet, so he agreed, "Yes, doing something wrong will leave traces. Miss Jane was successful not because she didn't have any loopholes, but because you took advantage of the blind spot of the loophole."
Jian Jing's expression calmed down, and she asked softly, "What did you deduce?"
"Phone." Kojima Wataru said, "You used a number and successfully cleared yourself of suspicion."
Jian Jing pretended to listen attentively.
Kojima Wataru said: "The phone call to the restaurant made it seem like the murderer was trying to cover up something. The homophony of 56 is also very clever, which can focus the attention on whether it is a frame-up. If the brother-in-law has a grudge against someone, it is hard to say, but its real function is to contrast your honesty."
He said, "You took the initiative and were even the first to mention the phone call Dan gave you, and what you said was completely true. This created a strong contrast with the murderer's behavior, and completely distinguished you from the murderer's image."
Jian Jing nodded: "Yes."
A strange phone call would definitely attract everyone's attention. Everyone would think about who the last call was made to, when, and for what purpose. If it was a code, was it Dan's last words or a frame-up by the murderer
But in fact, the key is not the content, but the action.
"But the headless body... is that just to be on the safe side?" he asked, "You were afraid that someone would find the body later, so you created confusion and made it impossible to determine the time of death?"
Jian Jing shook her head: "Everyone will discover the secret of 0 o'clock sooner or later. There is no point in misleading the time of death."
Kojima Wataru: "Is it to cover up the clues?"
She smiled but said nothing.
Zhang Xueer couldn't help but ask, "How did Dan die?"
Jian Jing: "He was strangled to death with a handkerchief, the same one they used in the restaurant." She was, of course, meticulous and careful in her work, so how could she use something with special meaning as a weapon
It has to be a common item that everyone can get.
"Where's the witch?" Valeria asked.
Jian Jing: "The reincarnation ceremony was held at 0:00, but after the altar was prepared, whether successful or not, the witch had already sacrificed her life and was destined to die. I did not kill her."
Kojima Wataru hesitated for a moment: "If that's the case, then could it be that the headless corpse is also a barrier?"
"You're right. A headless corpse itself is meaningless. This is a trick I prepared for myself."
She finally solved the mystery: "To play a detective, you have to act like a detective. If you are too silent, people will be suspicious. If you lead in a certain direction, people will easily notice. I must seek truth from facts and investigate thoroughly. But if I say too much, I will expose myself. If I say too little, it will not match my ability. So, I have to prepare a few questions for myself.
"The headless corpse is a classic plot in detective stories. I became interested in it and have been pondering the mystery behind it. Who would doubt me?"
As she spoke, she complained about herself: Alas, I can only blame myself for being too excited during the recording of the haunted house. It made everyone understand her abilities and forced me to make some arrangements.
Fortunately, she always sticks to the facts, neither targeting anyone nor being defensive, and is more like a detective than others.
"Besides, this can be considered a winning weapon against Kojima-kun." She joked, "You are so smart. Without the headless corpse to attract your attention, you might start digging out my secrets."
"Uh," Xiaodao Shu suddenly said in a panic, "Jane is too kind to me. I didn't find your trap."
Jane treated him very kindly: "A detective always knows what a detective is thinking."
Kojima Wataru calmed down a little and said, "You are indeed a detective." He raised his head and looked into her eyes, "You chose yourself."
"Maybe I just want to win." She laughed, "I won as a murderer, and I want to win as a detective too."
"No." Kojima denied this statement. "A perfect crime leaves no traces at the end, but you made yourself a suspect and left an indelible stain. This is not what the criminal wants, but it is the justice that the detective strives for."
"Justice..." Jian Jing savored it, but said, "No, it's not justice."
She raised her eyes, and a familiar vision flashed through her mind.
The gurgling water, the blooming crabapple blossoms, the shadows lingering in the hot spring hotel shrouded the house. Thunder and lightning, heavy rain, the phantoms everywhere crawled on the floor, and drilled in through the cracks in the doors and windows, like a terrifying ghost story, slowly devouring the dirt.
The darkness drags people into the human prison, and the creatures who are slaughtered wail in despair.
The sky darkened.
The body couldn't help but sink and fall. He struggled and resisted unwillingly, but his limbs had no strength, as if he was wandering like a ghost.
Will I be discovered
Did someone really kill someone
Is it right to do this
What does human life really mean
At this moment, she seemed to be communicating with the dead.
"I believe that the fate of every criminal has already been determined." Jian Jing said, "Some are judged by the law, some are judged by conscience, and some escape the punishment of the law, deceiving the harsh criticism of conscience, thinking they are great, but they don't know that sooner or later they will die in their own hands."
She encountered many criminals, most of them were the first, Xie Wei was the second, and Wang Shi was the third.
But they all came to the same end.
She said: "The reason why I chose myself was not because of the detective's pursuit of justice. On the contrary, I did it completely as a criminal."
Kojima Shigeru understood: "Is this your complete crime?"
"Yes, the criminals caught by the detectives are too lame." Jian Jing smiled with a heavy tone, "No one can judge me. I want to judge myself."
She walked to the front of the stage with her hands behind her back and said to Jiang Baiyan who was pretending to be dead: "Come on, this position belongs to me."
Jiang Baiyan immersed himself in the play and said affectionately: "I am already dead, you can't let my sacrifice go to waste, you should live a good new life with cats, dogs, children and grandchildren."
Jian Jing: “…”
"You'll have three minutes to perform a 'vomiting soul'." She put her hands on her hips, "Then give it to me."
The restraints had been untied long ago, and Jiang Baiyan said dejectedly: "No, no, I'm going to get out of here." He slid away with his back bent.
When he returned to his seat, he complained to Wu Lie: "It's so hard for me."
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Live broadcast platform, bullet screen area:
[Cao Xiaobai suddenly made me happy]
[It was so heavy just now, it was a fool for a second]
[You are addicted to it, right?]
[Even if you are addicted to the electric chair, you won’t even lean on the wall to support you]
[Wait a minute, that's an electric chair, not a throne!]
[Xiao Bai is on the electric chair, crying, his wife is on the electric chair, like she is ascending the throne]
[This is my throne!]
[The new emperor ascends the throne—]
[mighty-]
[laughing to death]
[It’s actually quite harmonious? ? ]
--
While netizens were in a frenzy, the shooting scene was solemn.
Jian Jing drove Jiang Baiyan away and sat on the cold electric chair. Her observation ability was stronger, and the sensory stimulation brought to her by the real objects was more intense.
For a moment, it seemed as if I could really smell the breath of hell.
Cold, dark, smelly and scary.
She closed her eyes and took in the fear of the moment.
After a moment, Jian Jing smiled and stretched out her hand: "Give it to me."
Following instructions from the headset, two burly men in black (who might have been on a comedy show before) knelt on one knee in perfect harmony and handed over their guns.
Jian Jing couldn't help laughing, and then she put it on her finger and spun it in a circle, doing a classic western cowboy move.
Then, pull the trigger.
boom.
The red mist is lingering and the red flowers are in full bloom.
She raised the corners of her lips in a bright red smile and said, "Game over."
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Live broadcast platform, bullet screen area:
[Crown the Princess—]
[World famous paintings, Queen's Coronation.jpg]
[Fake execution, real coronation]
[I swear to offer my loyalty to your Majesty and never betray you]
[I swear to be forever loyal to my master and expand the territory]
[I swear, the direction you point to is where the sword is pointing]
[So handsome, so handsome, so handsome!!]
[Sai Gao, Sai Gao, Sai Gao! ! ! ]
[Ah Wei is dead]
[Goddess!! (broken voice)]
[I’m a die-hard fan of Teacher Jian.]
[The little princess's knights have lost another one]
[From today on, you are Her Majesty the Queen]
Extranet, comment area:
[she's just amazing]
[incredible girl]
[cal\'sa criminal]
[she won]
[i'm proudher]
[pretty cool]
[she can'ttha shady! !]
[she was the chosen winner]
[protest! she must have cheated! ]
[it's not a fair game]
[you're just jealous.]
[a wina win]
[this not a just ending]
[i will write protest]
[vile oriental]
[Westerners are bandits]
[racial discrimination]
The war of words became more and more intense, the words involved became more and more sensitive, and the comment section was closed.
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There was warm applause at the scene, and the live broadcast was about to end.
Daniel spoke the lines, such as "a very exciting game", "an unforgettable reversal", "everyone is very excited", "there is a party tomorrow night" and so on.
Everyone applauded out of respect, but I guess no one really listened.
At 10:15, the live broadcast finally ended.
The meeting is adjourned.
Jian Jing sighed: "Want some midnight snack?"
"eat!"
Except for the model Zhang Xueer, no one is not hungry.
The production team prepared a midnight snack for everyone and informed them: "We will also record a separate interview. After you finish eating, find someone to start."
Everyone: “…”
No one hates working overtime.
But now it’s better to eat.
Jiang Baiyan held a bowl of precious chicken soup wontons, squeezed next to Jian Jing, and asked with a smile: "Jingjing, am I great?"
Jian Jing ate the skewers: "Hmm? Hmm." She nodded and asked vaguely, "When did you know?"
Jiang Baiyan taking the blame for her was not something they had discussed beforehand, it was completely his own idea. They hadn't spoken to each other much in the past few days.
And if he hadn't jumped out to mislead, it wouldn't have been so easy for Jian Jing to get away with 0 votes.
This wave of cooperation is really beautiful, but a little puzzling.
Could he deduce her crime