Jian Jing twisted off the plastic cap at the end of the mop, tilted it downward, and shook it vigorously.

A seamless steel pipe slid out.

Most mops nowadays are retractable, with a hollow handle that can just hide a steel pipe with a smaller diameter. This kind of household product can be seen everywhere, blending into the environment, and people will instinctively ignore their existence. Few people will take it apart to check.

However, Lin Yao still held on: "I didn't know there was such a thing, maybe it was already there when it left the factory."

"You are so confident, it seems that you must have worn gloves when you made the weapon." Jian Jing found the key and became more and more calm.

She walked straight to the trash can in the kitchen and took out a bottle of tomato sauce from it.

This bottle of ketchup was in a translucent frosted bottle, a large family bottle. Half of the bottle was empty, but about 20% of the volume was left.

"There's still a little left, why throw it away?" she asked.

Lin Yao said stiffly, "Just throw it away if you want to. Do you need a reason?"

"Maybe in your opinion, it's reasonable to throw things away before they are used up. Unfortunately, I think it's strange." Jian Jing shook the bottle and turned it upside down.

It was not easy. The bucket-shaped design was not easy to stand upside down, but slowly, the ketchup inside tilted, revealing the syringe hidden at the bottom.

Lin Yao sighed deeply, powerlessly, and sadly.

"You pretended to knock things over and used a mop to hide the steel pipe. You also hid the syringe and needle in the bottle. The thread used for tail feathers and collecting needles was of course mixed with the wool." Jian Jing held up the bottle and used the light to identify the objects inside. "There is only one needle. Did you pierce the second needle hole when you passed by this morning?"

Pretending to be a snake bite, two holes are required. It is obviously more troublesome to inject the poison needle twice. It is better to inject one more needle the next day when people are in a panic, so that no one will notice.

Lin Yao asked, "Where did I show any flaws?"

Jian Jing said self-deprecatingly, "There are no flaws. I deduced this after eliminating other suspects. 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, but unfortunately you were trapped and didn't have time to make arrangements, otherwise..."

The typhoon was so strong last night. If the weapon was thrown into the back mountain and blown away by the strong wind, it would probably never be found again.

"Fortunately, I have good luck. I think there is still some venom from the silver ring snake in the syringe." She asked.

At this point, Lin Yao had nothing to say. She sat on the sofa silently, closed her eyes and held back her tears.

After a moment, the pent-up emotions reached the threshold, broke through reason, and burst 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, and after her fiancé died, she flirted with him again!"

She choked with sobs, covered her cheeks with her hands, and expressed her pain heartbreakingly: "I had given up, but she suddenly broke up with him. I thought my chance had come. , he finally saw me, but it was her again... I really hope she disappears from this world. Without her, I will no longer be Xiaoxiao's friend. It's Lin Yao, it's Yaoyao! ! "

Tears burst out, she raised her head suddenly, clenched her teeth, and shouted hoarsely: "What's wrong with me, what's good about her, on what basis, on what basis?"

Jian Jing sighed softly, without answering or accusing.

She knew that Yaoyao actually understood that love has nothing to do with these, like is like, dislike is dislike, even if Yang Xiao died, Si Yingjie might not like her. However

, no matter how much rationality meets the most irrational love, it is doomed to fail.

It is inevitable to fantasize that maybe one's own strategy is clever and can hide the truth; it is inevitable to expect that once others die, Cupid's arrow will favor oneself.

In order to gamble on an illusory possibility, one loses oneself.

Ding Dong, the mobile phone rang.

Jian Jing looked at it 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, and a trace of hope and longing flashed across her sweet face. This extravagant hope lit up her eyes, as if she had thousands of words to say. However, the flame only brightened for a moment, and then it went out dimly like a candle burning all night.

"No need." Lin Yao said with difficulty, "I don't want to see Yingjie hate me."

Before she finished speaking, she sobbed - yes, the short moment just now had made her regain her sanity. Si Yingjie would not love her because of Yang Xiao's death, but would only hate her.

She didn't want to appear in front of him as a murderer.

"Let the police come directly." She pleaded humbly and pitifully.

Jian Jing agreed.

But when Kang Mucheng brought the police over, Si Yingjie had to come in no matter what. He shouted at the door: "There must be a mistake, Mucheng, are you crazy? Jingjing is just a child and doesn't know how to investigate a case. How could it be Yaoyao? She is so timid that she would send a stray dog ​​to the hospital if she saw one on the street."

He said decisively: "Impossible!"

Jian Jing shook her head, motioning Kang Mucheng to stay and clean up the mess, and she walked out the door 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: "Jingjing! You and Mucheng said it was a mistake, it'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 this, let's go to room 12."

Si Yingjie was confused: "What are you going to room 12 for?"

"To see your ex-wife."

The police's action was so loud that it woke up Ah Xu and Coach Yin who were still sleeping. They hurried over, and were shocked by what happened, and they couldn't leave.

But with such a big commotion, Irena and Zong Xunmei were not there.

They were all in room 12.

Si Yingjie is really pitiful. When he woke up this morning, he first heard that his friend had killed his lover, and then he saw his ex-wife appear in the room where his cousin had been, with a gun in her hand.

Fortunately, the gun was aimed at Zong Xunmei, otherwise he would definitely suspect that he was still drunk and had not woken up.

"What are you doing?" He was stunned.

Elena glanced at Jian Jing: "If I were you, I would not drag him into this. What happened here has nothing to do with you."

Si Yingjie was angry: "What nonsense are you talking about? Put down the 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 hand in surrender, but his tone was not unconscious at all: "It's useless if you kill me, the things are no longer here."

Elena looked unfriendly: "As expected, you are also..."

"Stop it, leave here." Zong Xunmei said in a harsh tone, "Otherwise, if you are taken away by the police, you will be in big trouble."

Elena narrowed her beautiful eyes, as if judging whether he was bluffing.

"You think I'm lying to you." He smiled. "When Dr. Wu died, all the data in his computer and mobile phone were cleared. There was nothing special in his personal belongings. The thing was not with him."

Jian Jing seemed to have walked into the wrong set. She was full of doubts and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yingjie, who is Dr. Wu?"

"He's my cousin." Si Yingjie's eyes were dark and his expression was gloomy. "He died abroad and the cause of death is unknown. It was said that he had a sudden heart attack, but..."

"Dr. Wu was a technical consultant for an ocean development company. He single-handedly led the development of the 'Candle Dragon' deep-sea mining system." Zong Xunmei said, "This technology is at least five years ahead of major European and American companies. In order to get it, they murdered Dr. Wu."

Jian Jing took a breath and couldn't believe her ears.

"But no one has obtained the information about Candle Dragon." Zong Xunmei said, "Three days before his death, Dr. Wu seemed to have a premonition and handed over his will to a lawyer, which included the disposal of his property. The villa where he lived during his lifetime must have been searched by many people, but nothing was found."

The more he talked, the uglier Elena's face became.

Si Yingjie was not stupid after all. He reacted immediately, staring at Elena, and said aggressively: "You married me, is this also for this?"

"She is a 'special talent' hired by Agil Company." There was a smile in Zong Xunmei's eyes, "They want to get close to you and find out Dr. Wu's secrets-obviously, 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 secret: "Before Dr. Wu died, he was holding a cup of Starbucks coffee in his hand, but he never drinks coffee, only tea."

Jian Jing finally understood.

The trademark of Starbucks is mermaid.

It is obviously not a 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 climbing over the wall to take pictures secretly, the difference is not a little bit.

It's too scary.

"Villa No. 12 is this big. You have been here more than once. Did you search it?" Zong Xunmei asked with a smile.

Elena's face was very ugly.

Zong Xunmei said, "I'm giving you a chance to leave. If you don't leave now, it will be too late to regret it."

Elena quickly glanced at Si Yingjie. He was so angry that his face turned red and the veins in his temples were throbbing, but he barely held back: "If you don't get out, I'll have someone arrest you."

He was exposed and couldn't get his things. Besides, the police had already landed on the island, so it didn't make sense to fight hard. It was

really unlucky. Half a year was in vain.

Elena secretly cursed her bad luck, but she didn't mean to continue the stalemate with them - after all, she was just a business spy who took money to do things, not a real agent, and she could fight a hundred people alone in a hail of bullets.

"So ruthless." She retracted the gun, dodged them as nimbly as a rabbit, and slipped out of the door, leaving only a familiar teasing from a distance, "One night of marriage means a hundred nights of love. Goodbye, Yingjie."

Si Yingjie had a breath of depression stuck 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 had no time to care. She locked her eyes with Zong Xunmei: "Elena was sent by which company, and what about you? Why did you come here? Is Candle Dragon in your hands?"

"Three years ago, I met Dr. Wu, and he entrusted me - OK, of course, I received a hefty reward to retrieve Candle Dragon's backup data for him and hand it over to the person he designated." Zong Xunmei spread her hands and said slowly, "The situation was tense in the past two years, and I did not act rashly because I had no other clues. The information I got was the same as theirs."

Jian Jing wanted to ask more, but Si Yingjie could no longer bear it and said angrily: "What do you think of me? Come and go as you please? Get out! Get out too!"

"Be loyal to the trust you have received." Zong Xunmei didn't pay any attention. He just paused slightly when passing by Jian Jing and explained, "The situation is urgent. I'm sorry for offending you."

His fingers misplaced and pinned the business card to her braid: "I owe you a favor. You can always ask for it. Goodbye, Miss Jian."

Jian Jing raised her hand to stop him the moment he raised his hand, but she was too slow and only touched a card.

She took it down and saw that there were only two lines of words on it.

Zong Ye.

Then there was a phone number.