Seeing that he was not suspected, Haitang Yangtai felt relieved and continued with his plan.
After his "accidental encounter" with Jiang Xia and his group, he just said hello to the detective and immediately looked behind Jiang Xia with a worried look on his face.
The detective's observation skills did not disappoint Haitang Yangtai. Jiang Xia was very cooperative and followed his script and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
Haitang Youta was happy in his heart, but his face was even more sad. He shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just that I'm a little worried about Qianzhe's condition."
Suzuki Sonoko glanced at him and was confused by his lifelike expression. She couldn't help but start to wonder whether the man in front of her had really cheated on him, or whether Mrs. Haitang was suspicious and misjudged.
She wanted to ask directly, but remembering that this was Jiang Xia's commission and it needed to be dealt with formally, Suzuki Yuanzi had no choice but to endure it. She barely suppressed her gossip and only whispered a few words to Mao Lilan in a low voice.
When two female high school students were curious and guessing.
Next to him, Jiang Xia seemed not to know how to answer the question, and finally just said: "Why do you say that?"
Haitang Youta sighed: "Actually, although Chizuru looks carefree and looks very tough, she is actually quite delicate and always thinks a lot.
"You also know that she once wrote an explosive best-selling book. This should have been a good thing, but in fact, since then, she has always been worried that she cannot write to the same level as before. She sighs and stares all day long.
Sitting blankly staring at the blank document, my temper became increasingly irritable.
"I suspected that she was suffering from depression and wanted to take her to see a doctor, but she was very resistant to this and refused to go to the hospital at all. She was very strong and I couldn't help her and couldn't force her to go there."
Speaking of this, Haitang Yangtai wiped his face, as if feeling sad: "Now, her condition is getting worse and worse. I often even see her in the kitchen holding a kitchen knife in a daze..."
Vodka: "..." Depression, often holding a kitchen knife... Oh, you want to kill her, and then disguise the scene as a depression suicide?
Very good, keep your goals and don't waver, especially don't involve innocent passers-by in your clumsy plans like you did just now, otherwise I... I will wait until you die and scold you on your epitaph.
Haitang Yang Taizheng looked sad, but suddenly his nose itched and he felt as if someone was talking about him.
He looked at Jiang Xia guiltily, but couldn't see anything, so he looked past Jiang Xia and behind him.
Worried that his wife would just come out, Haitang Yangtai did not dare to stay long. He stopped talking, mentioned his wife's "depression", pretended that they had not talked about sex, and left.
…
When he walked away, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help it anymore. She poked Jiang Xia and asked in a low voice: "Did that man really get involved with the assistant?"
Jiang Xia was about to speak when he suddenly said, "Wait a minute, someone is coming."
Suzuki Sonoko was startled, raised her head, and saw a person coming around the corner.
It was a young woman with dyed blonde hair. The female assistant was obviously coming towards their group, but when the two sides met their eyes, she still showed a look of surprise: "You guys are talking to Teacher Qianzuru so quickly.
Are you done talking?"
Jiang Xia nodded: "Is there any problem?"
The young female assistant shook her head, with a sad look on her face: "It's nothing, it's just... I'm a little worried about Teacher Qianhe's condition."
Vodka looked at her, and then at Haitang Yangtai who had just walked away: "..." These two guys must have had an affair, and their speaking skills are exactly the same. You must have not exchanged your lines in advance.
He looked to the side and saw that Uzuo was silent for a moment, as if he felt that the quality of the actors this time was a bit worrying. After a second, Vodka heard him repeat: "Why do you say that?"
The young female assistant sighed: "Teacher Qianzuru looks like a very strong woman, but in fact her mind is very fragile. She always feels that she cannot give her best writing skills. Sometimes she can't sleep all night in order to revise the draft.
, I often have to take sleeping pills to stay asleep.”
She looked at Jiang Xia sincerely: "So I hope you won't tell her too many stories every day, so that she won't have random thoughts. Anyway, there is still a lot of time, so you can tell her slowly."
Vodka glanced at her: "..." Take sleeping pills every day? Tell less stories?
...It turns out that this woman must have wanted to do it at night, but she was worried that Jiang Xia telling stories to the female writer all night would delay her time to commit the crime, so she wanted to use this method to mislead Jiang Xia so that he would not get in the way at night.
Vodka: "..." It seems that these three people are targeting each other... I hope they can aim more accurately and not involve me, an innocent outsider, like they did just now.
…
At the end of the day, I didn't tell many detective stories, but listened to a lot of various casual conversations or meaningful remarks.
As the night got darker, the three people who took turns meeting the detective gang finally stopped and got together again.
"This is your guest room." Haitang Qianhe said with a smile, "Have a good rest tonight and we will talk again tomorrow."
As a well-known female writer with a powerful side job, Haitang's family has more than one villa - there is another smaller villa next door, and Haitang Qianhe arranged three guests here.
The two parties said good night to each other politely, and then went back to their respective houses.
Before entering, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but look back and felt something was not right.
She whispered to Jiang Xia: "I clearly asked us to tell stories, and I compiled several of my experiences, but they didn't listen at all."
Jiang Xia also followed her and turned back, just in time to see Haitang Qianhe stopping at the door of another villa.
Then the former female gangster and now female writer looked up at the night sky and said with emotion: "The moon is so beautiful. It seems I can continue writing my novel tonight."
Her voice was full of breath and fell clearly into the ears of the detectives.
Vodka: "..." This guy is talking to herself so loudly. She must have her own thoughts. What does she want to do? Could it be a terrible idea like killing everyone in one pot? When she enters the house, she must check this place carefully.
Various types of pipelines...
After Haitang Qianhe sighed, she opened the door and went back to the house.
Haitang Yangtai and the female assistant looked at her back and were startled for a moment, then they also chuckled twice and walked in.
Jiang Xia looked away: "It's getting dark, let's go to bed first."
Conan nodded hesitantly. He also felt that these three people were strange. But compared to these passers-by with complicated relationships, there was another person who attracted his attention significantly.
——Vodka.
Conan: "..." This person hid his identity and pretended to be a fan to hang out with Jiang Xia. What was his intention?
Didn't Dad say that black organizations generally don't win over detectives? Is he reliable?
