[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

Hearing Mo Xian's words, Iwai took a step back on the stairs, pursed the corners of his lips, blinked quickly with erratic eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about."

She is really a clumsy liar, Mo Xian stood on the steps, condescendingly took all the expressions on her face into his eyes, and almost pitied her performance that she wanted to cover up.Her lips were pursed tightly, and she blinked quickly, indicating that she was lying.Seeing Iwai like this, Mo Xian suddenly became confident. Even without Letterman and Gillian around her, she could still see through lies. "Do you want me to make it clearer? Iwai-san."

"Don't!" Iwai shouted, the small voice echoed in the stairwell, which in turn startled her, she looked at Mo Xian as if praying, and said, "My business has nothing to do with Atobe-kun."

"Then tell me the facts you are hiding," Mo Xian said coldly, she felt like a villain in a film and television drama, threatening and luring an "innocent" girl, "Don't try to lie, I can see it."

Iwai started blinking quickly again, and Mo Xian knew that she was going to lie and deceive when she saw her like this, so she changed her mind, "I asked, you only need to answer yes and no, don't talk nonsense."

Iwai looked confused, but had no choice but to pinch his hand, so he nodded.

There are four elevators installed in their teaching building. Unless the classroom is on the second floor, few people usually take the stairs, so even if it is the peak time before class entering the classroom, there are not many people in the stairwell, even if someone rushes past, push away Seeing this scene of "campus bullying", the corridor door did not dare to go up, but instead provided them with a relatively quiet and undisturbed environment.

Mo Xian recalled the inquiry method taught by Letterman and Gillian, starting with the baseline question, "Do you live in Setagaya?"

For a moment, Iwai raised his eyebrows, gathered them together, and opened his lips, "Yes."

Fear, Mo Xian immediately recognized her expression at the moment, what is she afraid of?Are you afraid that Mo Xian will come to her house?It's strange, I'm not afraid of the police coming to my door, so how can I be afraid of an ordinary classmate?

"You are this year, isn't it?" Mo Xian decided to skip this topic.

Iwai shook his head subconsciously, "Nineteen, you remember wrongly."

After asking five questions that had nothing to do with Mizuno's case, Iwai's expression gradually softened. Although he was still worried, he was not as tense as before.She is indeed not a good liar, five questions are enough for Mo Xian to locate her expression, and the class time is approaching, so she simply went straight to the topic, "She didn't ask you to write Mizuno-san's letter, did she?"

"Yes," Iwai admitted resignedly, "I told you last time in the bathroom."

Mo Xian ignored her words, and asked at his own pace, "Does Mizuno-san know that you wrote this letter?"

Under the cold incandescent light in the corridor, Iwai looked down at the stairs and pursed his lips, "She doesn't know."

Guilt comes from the heart. Mo Xian did not expect Iwai to be so cooperative. Surprised, she asked the most important question, "Who asked you to write this letter?"

Who would have written the letter that invited Mizuno out and put her on the road to death?

"I can't say," Iwai shook his head firmly as if he had made up his mind, "I swore that I would never say anything."

"The person who wrote this letter may not be the one who killed Mizuno-san," Mo Xian tried to persuade her, but she still kept her expression unchanged, straightened her back, and said, "If you want to tell Mr. Atobe I concealed the identity of the murderer, so go ahead and tell me, I don’t care.”

Do you really think you are on the side of justice?Mo Xian was almost laughed at by her, and finally knew why those policemen couldn't make a breakthrough from Iwai's body. This kind of dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water is really annoying.

But since Mo Xian came today, she didn't intend to go back with nothing in mind. She concentrated on seeing the shirt collar on her chest from Iwai's freshly washed hair, and the shirt collar on her wrist from her short school uniform jacket. The old watch with a large dial, recalling Iwai’s dusty out-going leather shoes that I noticed in the shoe cabinet on the first floor today, Mo Xian used his brain to put these clues together, and gradually came to a clear conclusion, “Iwai-san Then the person who maintains it," Mo Xian said with a smile within a minute, "is either a relative or someone you like, and I think, Mr. Atobe can't do such a thing, right?"

Atobe can be said to be a school grass-level character—it seems a little low, but let’s put it simply and rudely—and girls’ jealousy is terrible. Those who exist in the support group will definitely be isolated by other girls, and there is no certainty that there will be any bullying incidents. This is the "innocence" campus.

And Iwai dared to risk his crush feeling to be pierced by Mo Xian-although Mo Xian would not do such a thing, but Iwai didn't know it-he insisted on letting her write letters at the risk of being isolated or even bullied by other girls Apart from relatives, she really couldn't find any other reasons.

"Let me guess," Mo Xian stared at Iwai's face without daring to relax for a second, "Your shirt is a size too big, the quality is not a low-end small brand, but your school uniform jacket has short sleeves Don't buy a new one yet, this shirt isn't yours, is it?"

"Whose would it be?" Under Iwai's surprised gaze, Mo Xian smiled, "Your watch, the dial is about the size of your wrist, it looks like a men's watch, Iwai-san, You don’t have a brother in your family, so who would it be? Cousin? Cousin? Cousin? Cousin?” Seeing Iwai bit his lip and pull his ears—a sign of nervousness—Mo Xian said affirmatively, “Cousin. "

Iwai's eyes widened, her eyebrows raised, and she could clearly see her dilated pupils, surprise and fear, and Mo Xian guessed it right.

"Is the relationship between you and your cousin that good?" Mo Xian still didn't quite understand, she asked suspiciously, "So good that you have to—I don't know—sacrifice yourself?"

Iwai's expression changed.

"Yoyoyo, what's that expression?" Mo Xian watched with interest as she raised one corner of her lips subconsciously, "Contempt? You look down on him, it's strange, why don't you look down on him..."

Mo Xian's words stopped abruptly. She remembered Iwai's fear when she asked her home address at the beginning, the traditional Japanese woman in kimono in her sister's camera, and the fine tradition of patriarchy in the island country, "Is that so, Mo Xian understood completely, "Is it because of your mother, are you afraid of your mother?"

Seeing her flash of fear, Mo Xian nodded knowingly, "I see, thank you for your cooperation."

"Wait," Iwai stood still and called to Mo Xian who was walking up the stairs, "My cousin, he is not a murderer, he cannot be a murderer."

"This will only be known after the police investigate," Mo Xian sighed, dropped the words, and walked straight up.

When Mo Xian stepped into the classroom and greeted his classmates friendly, "Good morning, Mosang," the deskmate Matsushita turned around with a smile and said hello, "Mosang looks very happy today."

"Yes," Mo Xian pulled out the chair and sat down, took out the textbooks from the schoolbag, and stuffed the schoolbag into the book hole, "I finally figured out one thing. But..."

"But what?" Matsushita asked curiously, flicking her two ponytails back and forth.

Iwai was telling the truth when she said her cousin was not the murderer.

"It's nothing," Mo Xian showed a smiling face. Iwai believes in her brother, but it doesn't mean that her brother will not betray her trust. Let's wait for the results of the police investigation.

"It's so disgusting that Mo Sang only talks halfway!" Matsushita complained with her mouth pouted, and she looked at Iwai-san who was walking into the classroom with red eyes, "What's wrong with her?"

"Who knows," Mo Xian, who couldn't be more clear, said lightly, then changed the subject, "Do you know Iwai-san's cousin?"

"I've heard of it," Matsushita nodded and said, "Iwai-kun is in class D. My friend is in the same class as him. It is said that he is a very shy boy who doesn't participate in any class activities. What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Mo Xian said with a smile, "Does your friend have class photos?"

Matsushita showed her the class photo of Class D with a puzzled expression. Mo Xian raised her eyebrows when she saw this Iwai-kun. She thought that the male student wearing a hat in the surveillance video would be Iwai-kun. But the height is wrong, Iwai-kun is a little taller than the male student wearing the hat in the video.

"Thank you," Mo Xian returned the phone, resting his chin on both hands, recalling the one-hour surveillance video she had watched.

She remembered that at [-]:[-] shortly after Mizuno entered the door, he and Iwai-san—noticing that Iwai-san Moxian looked at him a few more times before he got a little impression—went to the school together, but his expression was very strange. Happy, Mo Xian ruled him out of suspicion.

"No," Mo Xian murmured, from the fruit knife with no fingerprints, it can be deduced that Mizuno was deliberately murdered, a boy who entered the school happily in the first 5 minutes, will pull out the knife in the next 5 minutes Willingly kill a girl?

No, Mo Xian is sure that even if Iwai-kun wants to do something, it will take at least half an hour to plan and make mental preparations, and Mizuno's death place is under the cherry blossom tree as agreed in the letter, which means she is sending Beichuan away Jun—if Mr. Beichuan was not the murderer—he was killed not long afterward, and the time of death must have been around 5:[-], with a fluctuation of no more than [-] minutes.

So, unless Iwai-kun is a pervert or anti-social personality or schizophrenia, he is most likely not the murderer.

I had to meet this classmate Iwai, and when the class bell rang, Mo Xian opened the book and made up his mind.