Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"You have Baron Alman's belongings. You probably killed that distinguished gentleman before you boarded the ship."

"As for Mr. Stanley, you may have arranged a meeting with him using the equity transaction as an excuse, and then secretly replaced his medicine bottle to complete your evil plan."

Charlie's combo left Odysseus speechless.

After hearing Charlie's reasoning, everyone was amazed, and then looked at Odysseus's defense as if they were waiting for the murderer in the dock to be sentenced to death. But his words did not impress anyone, just like a prison car in the 19th century passing through the avenue, being spit on by everyone and becoming a vent, as if Odysseus was the only one who was not sober enough.

"What you said is meaningless, Mr. Odysseus. You can't produce any evidence to prove your innocence, and all the circumstances point to you alone! Do you understand, sir?"

McKim ordered Odysseus to be escorted to his place of custody, and the case came to an end.

Winette listened to Odysseus's confession. He was an old hand who stole and defrauded people under the guise of a freelance photographer. He said that he was commissioned to play Odysseus.

A criminal who deserves no sympathy.

Winette remained silent as she watched Odysseus being taken into custody by the police.

"Is it what you expected?" Shirley said, "Or is the detective's reasoning level better than yours?"

"Reasoning... well, I'm not good at that kind of stuff. However, this Odysseus in front of me probably doesn't have the mentality to carry out the process described by the detective. The motive for the crime is also a question. It's hard to believe that he could do such a thing just for money."

"You mean, the murderer is someone else?"

After asking, Shirley whispered, "But now, the truth of the case has been revealed. Even if you speak for him, people will only think you are a sympathetic woman unless you have evidence to identify the real murderer. But it seems that you don't have that intention. By the way, if it is true as the detective said, Odysseus's execution time is too tight."

"Although the first corpse had a neat cross section between the body and the head, the head hidden in the armor was not. There were many uneven wounds on it, as if it was specially used to vent anger after death."

Not only that, part of the face seemed to have been hit against stone or metal, and it looked bloody and mangled, like a tortured criminal.

"Thank you, Officer McKim and Mr. Charlie," Edward finally smiled relievedly when he saw Odysseus was suppressed. This way, the problem of this trip was solved. "I would like to ask you to help send their bodies back to the United States and arrange their remains so that their relatives will not be too sad."

Edward lowered his head and wrote a check, then took out his business card. "This is the commission fee, both of you. If you need any help, you can go to our Italian branch and I will ask someone to receive you."

"Yes, no problem, sir," Charlie replied respectfully.

After escorting Charlie away, the police began to withdraw and left by helicopter. Everyone at the scene finally began to take a deep breath. Edward stood on the podium and gave a sincere and apologetic speech, and took out his collection of fine wine to share with the guests.

Thinking that the matter had come to an end, the members of the Film Research Society gathered together and raised their glasses.

"Although I would like to hear your theory, you actually have no intention of bringing the murderer to justice?"

Shirley felt that it would be better for such a vicious murderer to be locked up in prison.

However, she does not believe in absolute justice, and even if the result is a mistake, it has nothing to do with her.

A strong sense of justice can only be exerted by a guy who has the will to do it, and it doesn't suit me at all.

As for the fact that Winnett did not overturn Odysseus's case...

Maybe he wanted to meet the other person in private.

Shirley thought, sick people are always attracted to each other, and she is no exception.

She had confidence in herself and the confidence that Winnet would not feel bored.

……

In the evening, the ship was quiet again.

With such a vicious incident just happening, Edward naturally did not hold a banquet, but opened entertainment facilities other than the lounge.

The members of the Film Research Club, as well as Clyde and Sophia, originally wanted to have a drink there, but in order not to cause trouble to the host, and with the insistence of Chikako Ikeda, the filming continued.

This time we come to the second half of the short film, the main part is a chase.

Clyde, who sacrificed himself to protect his girlfriend and faked his death, secretly transformed himself into a hunter to hunt everyone. During the escape, conflicts arose among the people and they dispersed.

At Winnett's request, they filmed from the afterbody of the ship, which was not open to passengers for safety reasons.

Since the shooting was divided into sections, Winnett and Clyde arrived at the back string in advance and waited.

Clyde lifted the heavy armor, put it on easily without her help, and then tried to swing the short blade.

Seeing his smooth movements, Winnet became more certain of her guess. Compared with the timid Odysseus, Clyde in front of her was extremely calm. Even after seeing the head, he quickly adjusted his state, as if he knew where the head was from the beginning.

Winnett took two steps onto the deck, the sea breeze blowing her fluffy long hair. She turned around and saw Clyde with his mask off, and smiled slightly.

"Mr. Clyde... or should I call you Mr. the criminal who caused the murder on the ship?"

Clyde was stunned when he heard this.

He was calm and composed. In his eyes, there were no omissions in his plan and all the processes were being carried out as he expected.

Clyde opened his arms and said, "Ms. Moriarty, I don't understand you."

"Since the 'murderer' you assumed has been brought to justice, there is perhaps no need for us to continue to play along."

Clyde felt Winnet staring into his eyes, as if she was absolutely sure that this was not a one-off joke. He took off his helmet, his messy golden hair draped over his cheeks, and he laughed darkly. Gradually, his smile became bigger and crazier. Although he did not try to hide it, his laughter was still covered by the sound of the wind and waves, leaving only his exaggerated facial expressions.

Winnet felt that this scene was familiar.

Damn, why does it feel like déjà vu for Light Yagami?

Can anyone else do this? .jgp

Miss Winnet suddenly felt like laughing. This was obviously a very serious matter, but she couldn't help it.

puff!

"..." When Clyde saw Winnet's disdainful smile, his laughter gradually stopped and his expression gradually turned cold.

He was actually laughed at!

As a vicious criminal who planned a brilliant crime, he was actually laughed at by a powerless woman.

Didn't she think that God could protect her from harm?

Clyde pointed the broad-bladed dagger in his hand at Winnet and asked sternly, "I'm curious, how did you find out that the murderer was actually me?"

He couldn't help but want to get to the bottom of this before he shut this woman up forever. It was like there was a flaw in his perfect art and he had to find it.

Miss Winnet coughed. She had really lost her composure just now. As a good pastor, she had to say "You are right" or "You are wrong" even when she wanted to laugh.

This is true when we are eager to praise others for their achievements and intelligence, or when we are rebuking people for their sins and ignorance of the Bible.

Winnet managed her expression well and said:

"Please forgive my incompetence. As for knowing that you are the murderer, I am not so sure. When I saw that the armor used to hold the human head was carrying a broad-bladed short sword, I felt very strange. The other armors were some medieval equipment swords, but the one in your hand has a strong sense of modern craftsmanship. So I guessed that the weapon originally held by the armor was a sharp saber."

"Oh?"

Clyde laughed with joy when he heard this.

He didn't expect that he would make such a low-level mistake in such a place. However, the weapons of these armors themselves had no regularity, and he had no chance to confirm them carefully, so he made a subtle mistake in the replacement.

Even though his eyes are unable to see clearly, his observation ability is surprisingly sharp...

what a pity……

Clyde: "Tell me, why do you think it was a saber?"

"Your movements," Winnett waved her arms and imitated. "I have seen other people holding and swinging similar cold weapons. When you use a short blade, it's probably because of habit that you can't get rid of the shadow of the blade. The weapon can be sharp enough to chop off a person's head, and it can't be too large... In this way, the types are also limited to a certain range, and the only weapon that fits those armor styles is probably the saber."

"It's difficult for a beginner to behead someone so cleanly with a saber."

Winnett had seen Ji Luxi wielding cold weapons other than daggers, including a saber, but that was an unconventional method and Ji Luxi did not teach her.

Clyde listened to Winnett's analysis, clapped his hands, and sighed with a complex, regretful tone: "Very interesting, please continue."

"Sir, I'm not a detective. In my opinion, most of the inferences made by Detective Charlie are correct, and Odysseus did not lie. It was you who pretended to be Baron Alman and hired him. The reason why no one saw Baron Alman is because in the eyes of others you are Clyde, and in the eyes of the fake Odysseus you are Alman."

"The reason you acted like you had a grudge against and were familiar with Odysseus was to get Odysseus to act according to your script. I guess you had already described the real Odysseus's interpersonal relationships to him before this, so when he heard your name, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation."

Clyde took a deep breath and stared at Winnett.

Did you expect all this?

He was surprised to find that his disguise seemed to be completely seen through by the girl in front of him. How could such a keen observer and meticulous thinking appear in front of him without any preparation?

Clyde was suddenly paranoid, and he concentrated his attention, trying to find something strange from the sound of the waves and the wind. Or he looked up or turned his head to see if there were other people around, or if someone had a gun pointed at him.

However, he noticed nothing.

No backup plan? Clyde wondered. The woman in front of him was not stupid. He told the whole story like a criminal at the end of his rope:

"That's right, Miss Moriarty. I'm beginning to doubt whether you have the same intelligence as Professor Moriarty in the novel, so you can unravel my entire criminal plan." He spoke passionately like a chess match, "Yes, I am the initiator of everything. But they all deserve to die, Miss Pastor. Just as you think, each of us is guilty, and I have never denied it! Stanley is a villain. He used his status as a shareholder of Durant to attract others to invest in listed companies that were not doing well, causing many not-so-rich families to go bankrupt, and used this to make young and ignorant girls fall into his clutches... He caused many families to be broken up and died, and he deserved it."

Clyde did not feel the slightest remorse for his crime. Instead, he seemed to have found an outlet for his venting. He compared himself to the incarnation of justice, and his entire body was as mad as if it was burning in a raging fire.

He continued, "Baron Alman is an even bigger bastard! He was a deserter from the battlefield in Africa, seduced ignorant village girls, and later returned to his castle... He killed his own father, disguised himself as his father, and left the inheritance to himself! He hid it from the stupid guys, but I found out. You don't want to know about Albert... He did disgusting things in the name of God."

"Odysseus... Oh, Odysseus! I sent him to hell a long time ago! The one on this ship is just a thief, a cowardly murderer. Fortunately, he looks almost exactly like Odysseus, so I let him go and let him reflect on his sins in prison!"

Miss Winnet was shocked by his outburst. Why was he so excited?

She listened quietly to all of Clyde's motives, and there was one implication in his words... They all deserved to die, and I was getting rid of harm for the people.

She had originally thought that Clyde was a more mature criminal, but after hearing this, she was no longer so sure.

It's not me who is wrong, it's the world! .jpg

Miss Winnett said: Wake up, you are not a prince, you don’t have the power to change the world, and your life is not that magnificent!

Well, it seems that in some ways, the murder on this ship seems to be earth-shattering enough.

Miss Winnett felt that she was quite far behind this gentleman in terms of her secondary school thinking, so she carefully considered her words and thought about how to communicate with him.

Clyde looked at Winnet again, and finally his face straightened.

He said so much, but the woman didn't react at all. Was she unaware of her situation, or was she fearless?

"Since you knew I was a criminal, why did you appear in front of me so openly and even provoke me?"

Clyde prepared to ask one last question.

Finally asked.

Winnett felt like she was squeezing toothpaste. Talking to him made her tired, and she wanted to go back to the room early to touch Shirley.

"Sir, I don't mean to irritate you." Winnet said, "On the contrary, I want to hire you as my assistant. I admire your abilities."

Well, only ability.

“……” Clyde was speechless.

He spoke a lot in a very eloquent manner, and in the end, you, a famous detective who seemed to be going to solve the mystery, actually wanted to hire him, a murderer?

Clyde thought he had heard wrongly, but the cold armor and the sea breeze made him sober. He thought carefully, why would the successor to the chairman of the Durant Group appoint him to eliminate dissidents and pave the way for himself?

He remembered that the woman in front of him claimed to be a pastor. Was she trying to persuade him to be good, like the priest who cried for joy when listening to the sinner's prayer?

Clyde put away his sword and killed her here, so he would have no excuse. If she wanted to expose him, she could have chosen to do that when the police were still there - to raise those doubts.

Clyde looked puzzled: "What does this mean?"

"Literally, sir. I think you are a qualified assistant from the perspective of crime." Winnet gradually smiled. "The reason why I can guess your plan is that I think from the perspective of the criminal, rather than collecting evidence and making judgments... After all, only trials under the sun require evidence."

At this moment, Clyde sensed a hint of danger.

Winnet's smile made him smell the scent of the same kind.

"What can you offer me?" Clyde asked.

Winnett didn't hate this kind of conversation that started from the conclusion. She corrected him, "Sir, it's not about what I can provide you, but what you want... I don't know if this 'performance' on the ship satisfies you enough?"

Clyde denied it in his heart. When his hands were stained with blood for the first time, he still had a trace of hesitation and reluctance. After bathing more, the strange feeling disappeared. The blood was as painful as swallowing a ball of flame, and he wanted more.

As long as the starting point seems "righteous" to him, he doesn't mind doing dangerous things, especially separating the evil people from the good people - using his intelligence and ardent determination - like God's scavenger, sweeping away those who do evil.

But he couldn't figure out what this distinguished lady, as the future chairman of Durant, needed him to do. He could see that Mr. Edward treated her sincerely and had no intention of undermining her.

"That's a tempting proposal, ma'am."

"Answer."

Winnet doesn't talk too much.

"I need some time, or you can tell me now, what is your reliance... On this empty deck, what gave you the confidence, because you concluded that I dare not kill you?"

"Sir, it's not good to brag, if you can do it."

"Oh?" Clyde laughed loudly. "You mean, I am no match for you, my noble lady, in my armor and weapons? Excuse me, but can you see my face clearly?"

Clyde said to her as he stepped on his heavy iron boots.