She dominates the entertainment industry with her disaster system

It was clearly a somewhat evil scene, but Xie Jiali's breath was held in her throat as she watched it, as if she had been bewitched by something, and she kept staring at the woman on the screen without blinking.

——Rebellious, indifferent, good at disguise... She is like a charming witch, different from the traditional "heroine", full of impact and charm.

Xie Jiali simply loves the character's personality.

It would be a good thing for him to be killed for such a scumbag.

Just as she was thinking, she heard the brown-haired girl sitting next to her sigh softly: "My God... Nicole's acting is so great, right? Chris, did you see that? The look she just gave me was so chilling..."

"Her performance was amazing. God, I really hope she can get the trophy in Cannes this time..."

The girl spoke English, and although her speaking speed was a little fast, Xie Jiali was a hard-working international student after all, so she could basically understand it.

The girl's reaction was very excited and she seemed to be a foreign fan of Nicole, while the boy who came with her had a much calmer reaction.

Xie Jiali glanced at the two of them inconspicuously and quickly looked away.

The movie continues.

The scene switched back to Ayane's perspective. After repeated investigations by the police, the house where the murder had occurred was almost turned into a mess. Finally, on a sunny day, she decided to clean up the entire house.

It was under such circumstances that Kishitani came to her.

At this stage of the investigation, Kishitani, who has a crush on Ayane, has mixed feelings. He wants to say a few more words to her, but doesn't know what to say - he knows that she is most likely the murderer, and that the case is only one step away from completing the chain of evidence, but he still can't treat her as a vicious person.

After the unnecessary greetings, Kishitani couldn't hold back his inner emotions and couldn't help asking her, "You're not the kind of person who acts rashly. Why did you choose to kill someone because of your husband's betrayal?"

Ayane's face was gentle, but her eyes showed a condescending indifference, "Officer Kishitani, are you interrogating me?"

"Of course betrayal is an unforgivable act." She smiled and emphasized, "But there is no evidence to prove that what you speculate is the fact, right?"

Kishitani was silent, looking at the woman with some confusion and sadness.

As a police officer and as a man, he was outclassed by this woman—he seemed to have lost miserably.

In the end, he didn't say anything more, slowly stood up, and planned to walk straight out.

"Mr. Kishitani." Ayane suddenly called out to him.

"Is there anything else?" Kishitani stopped and turned slightly to look at her.

"Thank you." Ayane smiled at him, her already beautiful face becoming even more vivid because of this smile, "And - I hope our next meeting can be on a sunny day."

Following Kishitani's perspective, the camera kept moving forward, giving a clear close-up of Ayane's expression at the moment.

Her expression was not as indifferent as before. She stood on the boundary between sunlight and shadow. Her long hair glowed brown due to the sunlight, her eyelashes trembled slightly due to the smile on her eyes, and the curve of her lips was so sincere that it was hard to associate it with any lies or deception.

Soft, bright and dazzling.

Just one more step forward and she would be completely immersed in the sunlight.

The camera pulls away again, giving this scene a medium shot.

Even though they knew that Ayane was pretending to look harmless, many people stared at her in amazement.

After all, this face is so deceptive.

Compared to the audience outside the screen, Kishitani had more composure. He just nodded at her politely, then turned and left with very neat steps without any delay.

However, it was not until he got in the car again that he noticed something was wrong.

Ayane, why should she thank him?

He obviously didn't do anything from beginning to end, right?

Why... did she thank him in that tone?

Kishitani's brain was working rapidly, and soon he remembered a fragment that he had forgotten deep in his mind.

"Mr. Kishitani, did you buy that watering can?"

"I just tried it and it's very convenient. Thank you very much. If it's not too much trouble, could you please help me throw away the empty can?"

"Now it seems that the jar is a bit redundant in the house..."

Along with Kishitani's memories, the scene switched back to the afternoon when the two met for the second time.

It may not be appropriate to describe their relationship as that of a police officer and the victim's family. After all, the cheerful atmosphere when the two were talking did not seem like a routine investigation, but more like a pair of old friends reuniting after a long separation.

The camera followed Kishitani's every move until he walked out the door with a smile on his face, still holding the empty can steadily in his hand.

At this moment, he looked very cool, with the spirit of a young man full of vigor and vitality written calmly on his face, as if nothing could hinder him.

But if he could look back at that time, he would find that the woman standing behind him already revealed a conceited expression as if she had everything under control - if he observed more carefully, he would be able to detect the deep resentment in her.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.

Memories shattered into pieces in an instant. Kishitani realized something. While calling Takahashi Haruka to retrieve the empty can that could be used as important evidence, he quickly got out of the car, intending to seize the opportunity to block the suspect's way.

The sirens sounded and the environment around the villa became chaotic in an instant. The camera froze and then fell into darkness.

"Dududu-"

The screen lit up again, but the picture was sunny, completely different from before.

On the spacious road, a black sports car was speeding gracefully. After a few empty shots, Ayane wearing sunglasses appeared in the camera.

She held the steering wheel with one hand, and as the ringing of her cell phone died down, an intriguing smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The camera gave a close-up. As she reached out to hang up the last call, she deliberately turned her phone off.

The audience stared in amazement at the woman in a windbreaker and holding a lollipop in her mouth. They felt that she was extremely unrestrained and uninhibited, and her cunning and clever appearance made it seem as if she was not the same person as the previous "Mrs. Morikawa".

"Hello, why are you calling at this time? What's the matter?" The woman took out another cell phone from under the seat.

"What time does the plane land?"

"Well, maybe in five hours."

"be careful."

"Well, I know, stop talking nonsense..."

The woman's slightly smiling voice gradually faded away, and the camera slowly moved up.

A plane buzzed across the sky.

The sky in Tokyo was a brilliant blue - it was a rare sunny day.