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The man was still a little dubious: "But when she died, she was holding a weapon in her hand. Wasn't it because she discovered that someone else was intruding illegally?"

The driver sneered and said, "If it was entrusted by myself, there is no need for that. She lied and said that she lost the key."

He emphasized his tone: "Everything is a scheme."

"Conspiracy?"

"She wanted to kill that person. First she called him a stalker, and then she tricked him to the second floor with the excuse that she didn't have a key. Then she went up with a weapon, so that she could kill the deceived person."

Suddenly, the taxi stopped, and it turned out that it had encountered a red light.

The driver said unhappily: "Kumi Torikai pretended to be self-defense, but in reality she committed a murder on purpose. She is the real murderer!"

The man was puzzled and said, "But the victim was Bird Feed..."

Suddenly, the driver turned his head, his face looked very fierce under the red light, he said in a deep voice, "Of course that man has to resist, didn't he just say it, the murderer didn't intend to kill at all."

"What about the stalkers and harassers she was talking about?"

The driver seemed to be talking about pain points, and said viciously: "Nonsense! It's all nonsense! There is no such thing as a stalker."

Looking at the ferocious expression on the driver's face, the man was thoughtful.

After the driver finished speaking, he turned his head back, gritted his teeth and said, "This is the truth of what I deduce. Kumi Tokai is not a victim at all. She is a self-defeating, despicable and shameless woman!"

The man watched the driver's hands gripping the steering wheel getting tighter and tighter, and he became more and more sure of his guess.

……

The red light turned green, and the taxi began to start slowly again.

Seeing the driver driving silently, the man raised the topic himself: "If the truth is true, who do you think the murderer is?"

The driver responded coldly, "Unexpected."

Seeing that the other party didn't want to respond, the man continued, "Maybe, he and Kumi Torikai aren't that close. If he is someone everyone knows, then he can't be slandered as a stalker, which means the murderer is definitely not the lover."

The driver said indifferently, "I've convinced you, don't be so serious."

But the man didn't pay attention to the driver's words, "The murderer may have caught something about Kumi Tokai."

Seeing that the driver was silent, he said directly to the driver: "You just said that the wife of Tokai Kumi's lover died unexpectedly, and it is rumored that Tokai Kumi killed him."

"That's just a rumor."

"What if it's true, and someone finds out about it."

The man's eyes became sharper, and he said bluntly: "What Tokai Kumi encountered was not a stalker at all, but was harassed by a blackmailer."

The driver retorted: "The harassment incident is simply nonsense."

The man was still relentless: "Didn't you say that she started being harassed after losing the handbook? If it's nonsense, why did she say it was in a taxi. So, she really lost her handbook, and there are The secret of her murder."

His expression became more and more convinced, "Thus, the driver who saw the manual knew Torikai Kumi's secret, and became a blackmailer who troubled her."

The driver glanced at the man through the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with an inexplicable meaning.

The man didn't seem to notice, and continued: "So, she lied that night that she had lost the key, and asked the driver to climb in through the window on the second floor, and was about to kill the driver. Unexpectedly, because of the driver's resistance, she slipped and rolled. Down the stairs."

"The driver then ran away, but he was never arrested. So I couldn't help but use this as a conversation piece with passengers. After all, he himself said that criminals would like to return to the scene of the crime, or to talk to the passengers. Others talked about the case as if nothing had happened, which coincides with what he did tonight."

"So, the driver who killed Kumi Torikai was the driver himself."

Speaking of this, the man looked at the driver with confidence, as if he had concluded that he was the murderer.

The driver suddenly laughed, and then said with a smile: "Sir, don't make jokes with such a serious expression, your reasoning is very interesting, but I am not the murderer, because I started this job three months ago."

This news shocked the man, which meant that the reasoning just now was completely untenable. After all, this case had happened for half a year.

The driver drove the car, and further overturned the previous judgment: "It is nonsense that the lover's wife was killed by Torikai Kumi. The police have already determined that it was an accident. In addition..."

"in addition?"

"The murderer who killed Kumi Tokai climbed in from the second floor only because the windows on the second floor were open," he said solemnly.

The man asked: "Didn't you just say that it was cold winter, who would go out with the windows open?"

The driver had a strange expression, and then explained: "To tell you the truth, Tokai Kumi's house has a cat, and the window is opened to let the cat in and out. This is the testimony I asked from her neighbors, and it is not wrong."

"Testimony?!" The man was surprised again.

The driver replied unhurriedly: "I was a policeman three months ago. I resigned because I was tired of interpersonal relationships. I didn't expect that you would be so interested. You really regarded me as a murderer."

Hearing this unexpected answer, the man opened his eyes wide, then breathed a sigh of relief, blamed the driver and said, "Because you made me suspicious by pretending like this on purpose."

"I'm afraid you'll be bored, it's so interesting."

The driver continued: "A taxi driver blackmails a celebrity after witnessing a murder. It's a pretty good suspense novel." Suddenly he changed his tone, "If the driver who witnessed it was me..."

The man was quite interested: "Is it your words?"

At this time, the car reached the destination that the man said.

The driver looked out the car window and asked the man, "Is this okay?"

Just as the man was about to answer, the taxi driver suddenly turned his face, opened his eyes wide, and said in a very excited tone: "I remember, you are Tom, Tom Muranishi from Tom Zhuli's group."

The man's expression froze, and then he admitted it.

The driver was still very excited, "Guest, your imagination is so rich, otherwise you wouldn't have so many rich magic ideas."

The man heard the driver's praise, but he didn't express his happiness. He leaned on the chair and said weakly: "The idea is all from the partner. The partner said I was a burden and wanted to break up the group. I just had an argument at his house today." One."

The driver's tone changed suddenly, "No wonder Mr. Tom looks like you."

"What does it look like?"

"You can tell what happened when you see it."

The man fell into deep thought, and flashed back some clips in his mind. He not only quarreled with his partner tonight, but also strangled him with a rope, so he walked in the rainy night and hurriedly took a taxi to leave.

Thinking of this, the man showed a weird smile, and said to the driver, "Excuse me, can you drive a little further ahead?"

The driver said "OK" and stepped on the gas pedal.

The man asked at this time: "Continuing your assumption just now, if you get a famous passenger and hear the news that someone related to him was killed near the place where the passenger boarded the next day, what will you do?" ?”

The driver responded with a smile: "If it were me, I would definitely blackmail him."