"Because at the moment the boxer died, everyone was outside the door, and we saw it; no one opened the room door."
"What do you base your judgment of the moment the boxer died on?"
Zhen Ai was puzzled: "The boxer screamed."
Yan Su smiled faintly: "That's the key to the locked room."
Zhen Ai was taken aback and suddenly shocked: "The one who screamed wasn't the boxer???"
"In fact, we never heard the boxer scream. But human thinking has inertia; it automatically associates that sound with the boxer based on the surrounding environment. In the arched corridor, right next to the boxer's room is the model's room, followed by the preschool teacher's. No one would suspect that those two ladies' rooms could have a man's scream coming from them."
Zhen Ai hadn't expected that this so-called locked room would be so simple: "The model killed him, locked the door, ran back to her room, and screamed in a man's voice?"
In that moment, the entire case unraveled and was completely dismantled.
Zhen Ai covered her face, unable to help but exclaim: "The model is too clever. She was well-prepared, planned everything step by step, and left no flaws. From the very beginning, she was disguising herself, hiding the murder weapon on her for so many days. No one would notice, and no one would see the loophole. She used her feminine appearance to cover up the murder of the doctor and unexpectedly pulled the weapon from her chest to strike the unsuspecting boxer. She even used a man's voice to create a locked room. She's incredible."
If it hadn't been for Yan Su, no one would have suspected her. Ah, what's even more impressive is Yan Su; only someone as sharp as he is could see through it.
Yan Su looked down at Zhen Ai: "The model certainly put in a lot of effort. At first, I thought it was strange that he disguised himself. And because he targeted you, I became even more certain."
"Why?"
Yan Su slightly narrowed his eyes, recalling the incident with a lingering sense of unease: "You bumped into the doors of the model and the preschool teacher in the bathroom. He might have thought you saw something and realized he wasn't a woman."
Zhen Ai was confused: "But he was mistaken; I didn't see anything."
Yet she felt emotional,
The host's differential treatment, the actress's mocking words, the unexpected apology in the bathroom—all seemed so natural, so ordinary. But to him, they were all clues, each one connecting to the next.
He really is amazing.
Zhen Ai leaned closer to Yan Su: "So what was the model's motive for killing them?"
Yan Su replied calmly: "The story the host told; perhaps the model was the lover of the girl who was insulted by the boxer." He added, "Just now, I heard those people outside talking. The lawyer insisted on locking himself in the room, so he must have a guilty conscience. He was likely the lawyer who helped the boxer escape punishment back then and is probably the model's next target."
Zhen Ai suddenly understood. Yan Su had reminded everyone not to leave the room. The model dared to come out simply because she was the murderer. However,
"He must have been preparing to kill the lawyer but was killed halfway." At this point, Zhen Ai couldn't help but shiver again, "He died so tragically? Who killed him?"
Yan Su quietly looked at her for half a second without speaking.
If previously he had been 90% certain that Arthur had arrived; the model's death filled in the remaining 10%, and he was completely sure that Arthur was in this castle.
But the reason behind the model's tragic death didn't need to be revealed to Zhen Ai. He carelessly said, "Perhaps the lawyer fought back and killed him, or perhaps it was an assassin from the organization who killed him."
Zhen Ai didn't seem to doubt Yan Su's words; she only felt a bit sad: "The model also sought revenge for love but ended up meeting such a tragic end. What a pitiful person."
"I don't think so,"
Yan Su's expression suddenly darkened, and his tone became stiff,
"If it's revenge, why did he harm you? Under the guise of avenging his lover, he casually takes the lives of others, and fearing that his crimes would be exposed, he pushed you into the ice cellar just out of suspicion. Such a person isn't deserving of pity. Murder is murder; he doesn't deserve to use a grandiose reason like love!"
Zhen Ai was taken aback, not expecting him to be so angry.
She knew he wasn't mad at her but was genuinely angered by what had happened to her not long ago. So she gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders and said softly, "Alright, alright, I won't say anything more. I know that his act of murder is completely wrong."
Her heart softened, "And the deceased boxer still has a loving wife, right? The model also destroyed that woman's love. From being a victim to becoming an abuser, he turned himself into the very person he once hated the most. How tragic."
Yan Su's expression softened slightly as he covered her small hand resting on his shoulder. Just as he was about to say something, a sound similar to a gunshot suddenly rang out from outside.
The two people inside the room remained unusually calm, even avoiding eye contact, and instead looked at the wooden wall clock in the room, realizing it was already six in the morning.
The heavy curtains were drawn, but the wind and rain outside should have stopped by now.
At this moment, the police on Weiling Island should have set out. If they were on a speedboat, the journey could be shortened to an hour.
Without realizing it, Yan Su gently stroked her small hand on his shoulder, his gaze dark: there was still an hour left. How could he hand Zhen Ai over to the police?
And Zhen Ai was leaning on his shoulder, her eyes lowered: there was only an hour left. How could she prevent Yan Su's future from being ruined on this island?
The gunshot was far away, coming from a certain outpost in the West.
It was a crisp sound, as if announcing that the petty squabbles were over, and now it was time for real gunfire and killing.
Yan Su and Zhen Ai each guessed in their hearts but remained silent for a long time without speaking.
Zhen Ai felt the man in her embrace grow cold; she knew he wanted to go out.
His own pain and her safety had suppressed him for so long, but he still couldn't sit here and wait for people outside to die one by one. She knew it was only a matter of time before she couldn't stop him. Instinctively, she tightened her hold on his broad shoulders and tried to lighten the mood. "Who do you think will die?"
"The lawyer." Yan Su pressed her hand, his voice slightly low.
Zhen Ai tried to ease his depression, feigning ignorance. "Is he a traitor the organization plans to eliminate?"
He vaguely replied, "Hmm," without any further reaction, and she realized her efforts were futile.
To this stubborn man, murder itself was evil and wouldn't be justified simply because the victim was a bad person. Life could not be seized just because the victim was a villain.
After a moment of silence, she asked, "Do you know who the police are?"
Yan Su lifted his gaze, as if recalling something. After a while, he slowly answered, "The writer and the kindergarten teacher."
Having other thoughts in his mind, he planned for himself to find Arthur, for the writer to hold back the organization's killers, and to leave time for the kindergarten teacher to take Zhen Ai and the other survivors away. At least, the women should leave the island first.
Unaware of his intentions, Zhen Ai tilted her head and asked, "How did you figure that out?"
Yan Su smiled slightly this time, looking at her. "Do you remember how I figured out he was a writer when we first met?"
Zhen Ai certainly remembered: "You said he had neck and lumbar spine problems, carried a notebook with him, was not sociable, and dressed sloppily."
"You remember that quite well." Yan Su's lips curved into a smile, obviously pleased.
He explained, "People have pride and self-esteem, especially young men. So, from the perspective of social psychology and interpersonal relations, his neck and lumbar spine issues are a physical weakness. In social situations, he would try his best to cover it up, presenting a healthy image rather than frequently rubbing his neck and letting the world know, 'Look, I have neck problems.'"
He continued, "Trust me, a young man's pride will never allow him to show any weakness in front of outsiders."
Why did those words seem to reflect Yan Su's current situation?
Zhen Ai felt a pang in her heart but kept her expression of realization. "So, he must have inferred the prominent characteristics of the writer's profession and acted accordingly, forgetting to consider the psychological factors."
She looked at him. "Dear, you're amazing."
Yan Su raised an eyebrow. "You've said that a lot today."
Zhen Ai didn't forget to tease seriously. "No, I mean, it's rare for you to consider a problem from an interpersonal perspective!"
Yan Su: ...
"But even so, how are you so sure he's a policeman?"
Yan Su answered:
"His jacket doesn't have a breast pocket, but several times after taking notes, he habitually puts the notebook against his chest. That's a policeman's instinctive action. Also, on the cruise ship, he seemed unsociable; however, in the castle, he was always the first to seek out, empathize, and mediate disputes. That's his nature and conscience as a policeman. In this respect, he is similar to the kindergarten teacher."
Zhen Ai was completely convinced and wanted to ask more.
Yan Su suddenly interrupted, as if he were in a hurry this time and had no mood to satisfy her endless curiosity.
He changed the subject. "Ai, I suspect the writer called the police before coming to the island. The police will arrive soon, but it seems the organization intends to kill everyone here before that. Let's take a boat and leave."
"Okay." She immediately got up and bent down to help him.
Yan Su pressed her hand. "Wait, let's take the others with us."
Zhen Ai concealed her nervousness. "Mm, let's go find everyone."
"I'll go find them; you stay here." Yan Su slowly stood up straight, his face still pale as he looked down at her.
The room fell into silence, and neither spoke for several seconds.
He gazed at her lovely face, his heart stirred. He reached out to caress her and softly said, "Wait for me. I'll be back soon."
Zhen Ai had already sensed his intentions. Though it pained her, she didn't reveal it or argue. Instead, she softly asked, "Should I wait for you here?"
He took her hand. "Let's go to my room. No one will think you're there."
Zhen Ai remained silent; he was indeed good at utilizing people's habitual thinking. If something really happened to him, no one would suspect she was in the empty room he never stayed in from the beginning. At least, she could wait until the police searched the castle in about forty to fifty minutes.
He always made plans for her.
She didn't want to stop him from doing what he wanted nor did she want to stubbornly insist on going with him, causing him psychological burden.
At the moment he was tortured internally and conflicted, she didn't want to be petty or worried and say: don't go; let me go with you. No matter what, I want to be with you.
She didn't want to say those words.
So, she didn't refuse and smiled up at him. "Okay."
Only then did Yan Su smile again, his thumb caressing her gentle cheek.
He knew their thoughts were most aligned. He truly liked her personality. In moments of deep affection, she was gentle and reliant; in times of crisis, she was clean and decisive. There was no burden in love.
Yan Su picked up his trench coat, lost in thought; Zhen Ai had already come over, taking it from him and helping him put it on. The tailored trench coat slipped over him smoothly. She adjusted the collar and brushed off the creases on his shoulders, straightening it out.
His gaze remained on her serene face, quietly watching. Finally, he firmly held her hand and spoke with difficulty, "Ai, I'm sorry, I..."
"I know." She looked up, smiling at him. "Dear, we both understand you're not the kind of person who would put others' lives at risk for personal feelings. You're not the kind of person who can ignore murder and do nothing. You may seem high-minded and proud, but in reality, you care too much." She pouted, unable to stop herself from laughing. "But it's precisely because of this side of you that I think it's wonderful."
If it weren't for his meddling, he wouldn't have rushed to her school with Owen the day Jiang Xin died. Then later, the two of them might not have intersected at all. How could it have developed into so many stories as it has now?
Zhen Ai fixed her gaze on him. "Dear, I don't think romantic relationships are everything in life. I don't want our being together to tie you down, making you let go of other important thoughts and feelings. So, go ahead and do what you want to do."
After saying this, she poked his palm gently. "You don't have to worry about me; I'll be fine."
Yan Su lowered his head, gently pressing his forehead against hers, his nose brushing against her nose, slowly rubbing back and forth. Her eyes were dark and clean, revealing her inner thoughts at a glance.
The gunfire was distant, coming from a fortress in the west.
It was a crisp sound, as if declaring that the small skirmishes were over and that real bloodshed was about to begin.
Yan Su and Zhen Ai each speculated in silence for a long time, not speaking a word.
Zhen Ai felt the man in her arms growing cold; she knew he wanted to go out.
His own pain and her safety had suppressed him for so long, but he still couldn't sit here and wait for the people outside to die one by one. She knew it was only a matter of time before she couldn't stop him. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on his broad shoulders and tried to change the subject lightly, "Who do you think will die?"
"The lawyer," Yan Su replied, pressing down on her hand, his voice low.
Zhen Ai tried to lift his spirits, asking knowingly, "Is he the traitor that the organization plans to eliminate?"
He vaguely responded with a "mm," showing no other reaction, and she knew it was futile.
For this stubborn man, murder itself was evil, and it wouldn't be justified even if the victim was a bad person. Life was not something to be taken, and it didn't become legitimate just because he was a bad person.
After a moment of silence, she asked again, "Do you know who the police are?"
Yan Su lifted his gaze, as if he thought of something, and after a while, he slowly replied, "A writer, a kindergarten teacher."
She had other thoughts in her mind; he was going to find Arthur. The writer would hold off the assassins sent by the organization, allowing the kindergarten teacher to take Zhen Ai and the other survivors to escape. At least, the women should leave the island first.
Zhen Ai, unaware of his intentions, tilted her head and asked, "How did you figure that out?"
Yan Su smiled slightly this time and turned to look at her, "Do you remember how I figured out he was a writer when we first met?"
Zhen Ai certainly remembered, "You said he had problems with his cervical and lumbar vertebrae, carried a notebook around, wasn't good at socializing, and dressed sloppily."
"You remember it quite well," Yan Su said, the corners of his lips curving up, clearly pleased.
He explained, "Everyone has pride and self-respect, especially young men. So, from a social psychology and interpersonal perspective, his cervical and lumbar issues are a physical weakness. In social situations, he would try his best to cover it up and present a healthy image, rather than frequently rubbing it, thus announcing to the world: 'Look, my cervical spine is bad.'"
He continued, "Believe me, a young man's pride won't let him expose any weakness in front of outsiders."
Why did that sentence seem to apply to Yan Su at this moment?
Zhen Ai felt a pang in her heart, but she smiled knowingly, "So, he deduced the prominent characteristics of a writer and acted accordingly but forgot to consider psychological factors."
She looked at him, "Dear, you're amazing."
Yan Su raised an eyebrow, "You've said that many times today."
Zhen Ai couldn't resist teasing him earnestly, "No, I mean, it's rare for you to look at things from an interpersonal perspective. So unique!"
Yan Su: ...
"But even so, how are you sure he's a policeman?"
Yan Su answered:
"His jacket has no chest pocket, yet he habitually places his notebook against his chest after taking notes. That's a habitual action of a policeman. Additionally, while on the cruise ship, he appeared unsociable, but in the castle, he was always the first to show concern, comfort, and to mediate—that's his nature and conscience as a policeman. In this regard, the kindergarten teacher is similar to him."
Zhen Ai was convinced and wanted to ask more.
Yan Su suddenly stopped her, as if this time he was in a hurry and had no desire to indulge her endless curiosity.
He changed the subject: "Ai, I suspect the writer called the police before coming to the island. They'll be here soon, but it seems the organization plans to kill everyone here before that. We need to leave by boat."
"Okay." She immediately stood up and bent down to support him.
Yan Su held her hand, "Wait, we need to bring the others with us."
Zhen Ai concealed her unease and replied, "Mm, let's go find everyone."
"I'll look for them; you stay here," Yan Su said, slowly rising to his feet. His face was still pale as he gazed down at her.
The room was silent; neither of them spoke for several seconds.
He gazed at her delicate face, feeling a sudden urge to reach out and caress her, whispering, "Wait for me; I'll be back soon."
Zhen Ai had already seen through his intentions. Though her heart ached, she didn't expose it or argue. Instead, she softly asked, "Should I wait for you here?"
He took her hand, "Let's go to my room. No one will suspect you're there."
Zhen Ai said nothing. He really knew how to leverage people's habitual thinking. If something happened to him, no one would think she was in the empty room he hadn't used from the start. At least she could wait for the police to search the castle about forty to fifty minutes after they landed.
At any moment, he had made plans for her.
She didn't want to stop him from doing what he wanted or selfishly insist on going with him, creating a psychological burden for him.
When he was struggling internally, she didn't want to feel wronged and worried: Don't go; I want to go with you. No matter what, I want to be with you.
She didn't want to say those words.
So she didn't refuse, smiling as she looked up at him, "Okay."
Yan Su smiled again, his thumb caressing her soft cheek.
He knew their thoughts were in perfect harmony. He truly liked her personality. When feelings ran deep, she was gentle and reliant; when faced with issues, she was decisive and clean. Their love bore no burdens.
Yan Su picked up his windbreaker, lost in thought, while Zhen Ai came over to take it from him and help him get dressed. The well-tailored windbreaker slid smoothly over him as she straightened his collar and brushed the wrinkles off his shoulders, making him look sharp.
His gaze remained fixed on her calm face, watching quietly until finally he held her hand tightly, finding it difficult to say, "Ai, I'm sorry, I..."
"I know," she looked up at him with a smile, "Dear, we both know you're not the kind of person who would sacrifice others' lives for personal feelings. You're also not someone who can turn a blind eye to murder. You appear proud and aloof, but in reality, you care deeply." She pouted and couldn't help but laugh, "But it's precisely this side of you that I really appreciate."
If it weren't for his meddling, Jiang Xin wouldn't have died that day. He wouldn't have gone to her school with Owen. They probably wouldn't have crossed paths later, and their story wouldn't have developed into what it is now.
Zhen Ai looked steadily at him, "Dear, I don't believe that love is everything in life, and I don't want our being together to entangle you and make you give up on other important thoughts and emotions. So, go ahead and do what you want to do."
After saying that, she gently pressed on his palm, "You don't have to worry about me; I'll be fine."
Yan Su lowered his head, gently resting his forehead against hers, their noses brushing together as he slowly rubbed against her. Her eyes were dark and clean, revealing her innermost feelings.
He didn't know if his eyes appeared as pure and sincere to her as his heart felt at that moment: "Ai, I have only kissed one girl in my life. I want to take her home, and then, spend the rest of my life together with her."
This was a simple promise.
Zhen Ai felt a pang in her eyes but stubbornly kept them open, blinking as she smiled broadly, "I approve!"
He smiled too, taking her hand.
As they stepped outside, the corridor was empty, the doors tightly closed, and not a soul in sight.
Yan Su held Zhen Ai's hand tightly, his steps steady as he led her to his room. He locked the door, looked around the room, and found nothing unusual.
Then he stepped back to the door, resting his hand on her shoulder, his eyes filled with unspoken words, as if parting for life and death. Finally, he managed to say, "Brave girl, take care of yourself for me."
Zhen Ai felt a sharp pain in her heart, yet her smile remained radiant as she casually retorted, "Why would anything happen to me?"
Yan Su smiled faintly, turning to leave. He didn't tell her that the gunshot was a call. Before him lay a conspiracy, and he had to go.
Still in pain, the pale profile he turned to her was haunting. Zhen Ai felt her heart lurch again.
"Dear." She leaned against the door, calling softly to him.
He glanced back, his handsome face striking.
She gave him a big smile, "I'll wait for you!"
He paused for a moment, then smiled, raising his hand to wave at her before departing once more.
Zhen Ai watched him turn the corner, still smiling, before closing the door. Half a second later, she opened the door again, walked to her room, and pulled out the clothes she had changed out of, reaching into her pocket to retrieve a box of syringes.
These were taken from the lab in Fortress No. 7 before being locked away in the ice chamber.
Her expression calm, she opened a small glass bottle, filled the syringe, and jabbed it into her right wrist. The fine piston was pushed down bit by bit as her expression remained as calm as water.
Zhen Ai knew Yan Su's intentions very well. His so-called plan to bring everyone along was really just about them escaping together, while he stayed behind.
Yan Su must have sought out the writer and the kindergarten teacher first, instructing the writer to deal with the assassins while the kindergarten teacher took the others away. But Zhen Ai couldn't help but worry; would the writer really be able to deal with the assassins?
Since they were from the organization, she didn't want to sit here and wait.
Having prepared everything, Zhen Ai went out to find people. However, just a few steps in, she heard a faint "pew" from a nearby room. Her keen hearing detected the sound of a silenced gun.
Earlier, there had been a gunshot, and now a silenced shot. What was going on?
A sense of foreboding rose in Zhen Ai's heart, and she immediately wanted to chase after Yan Su, but she couldn't help but boldly walk up to that door and gently knock. She wanted to verify whether her guess was correct.
After a long moment, the door creaked open, revealing the lawyer standing at the entrance, half of his face visible, staring at her with terrified eyes, like a ghost.
Zhen Ai's heart sank; if the lawyer was here, then the one who had just died was not him!
She wanted to chase after Yan Su immediately, but she noticed the lawyer's eyes were frighteningly vacant, his half-exposed face ashen and lifeless.
She raised her hand, gently pushing the door.
This time, the other half of the lawyer's face was revealed, the eye socket on one side already empty, blood streaming from the hollow cavity, covering his entire face.
Pushing the door had collided with the lawyer's body, and he collapsed stiffly, with only one eye staring blankly ahead.
He was dead, just like that.
So, this meant that inside the room...
With a slight force from her fingertips, the door slowly opened, revealing a dark gun barrel aimed directly at her eyes.
Behind the gun, an actress's heavily made-up face beamed at her, smiling brightly.
How convenient!
Zhen Ai looked at her for half a second, then boldly walked in towards the gun barrel, calmly closing the door behind her.
The actress's face flashed a hint of disbelief, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Zhen Ai crossed over the lawyer's corpse, moving toward the window, "Why should I be afraid of you?"
"I have a gun!"
"Too bad you don't dare to kill me."
The actress was speechless, not knowing how to respond. Her impression of Zhen Ai still lingered on that weak girl who rarely spoke and only followed the logician around.
She held the gun, but Zhen Ai remained unfazed as she walked over to pull the curtain aside, letting the white daylight flood in. The storm had already passed; it was just after six in the morning, and the sky was covered with thick clouds, like her current uncertain emotions.
The actress squinted, taking a look at Zhen Ai from behind.
She had changed into a white wool coat and washed-out jeans, exuding a peculiar freshness. The sea breeze blew in, the coat clinging to her body and accentuating her slender waist. Such a woman appeared truly delicate.
Perhaps this was why men were drawn to her?
Because a woman like this easily awakened a man's desire to dominate, which was why Mr. A had treated her so tenderly and couldn't forget her?
Or was she merely seemingly pure and elegant on the surface, yet turbulent in A's bed?
The actress felt contempt rising within, and she turned the gun around, putting it away, "So, you figured out I'm part of the organization?"
"Yeah." Zhen Ai leaned against the window, "The day you hugged Yan Su's wax figure in the restaurant, I disallowed it. You were about to retort, but suddenly froze. I guessed that was when you recognized me."
The actress's face revealed a flicker of surprise; she was hit on the mark, but she was also unwilling to admit her acting skills were lacking.
Zhen Ai didn't wait for her to respond and glanced at the lawyer on the floor, asking, "Who died from that gunshot just now?"
The actress disliked Zhen Ai's calm attitude while questioning her but was also reluctant to act against her, so she thought for a moment, her eyes darting, "The kindergarten teacher; I killed her."
Zhen Ai saw through her at once, "You wouldn't dare; Arthur must have instructed you not to kill any police officers."
The actress's expression froze, "How do you know?" It was also the first time she heard someone directly mention Mr. A's name; she was unaccustomed to it.
"This is my home; he wouldn't want police officers coming here to seal it off," Zhen Ai said flatly, but she felt no sense of honor.
However, the actress's natural sense of competition stirred within her, interpreting Zhen Ai's words as a boast, sneering, "Miss C, you really understand him well."
Having not heard that title for many years, Zhen Ai was momentarily taken aback and asked after a few seconds, "What's your name?"
"TheraSiella."
Zhen Ai: "Is that your code name?"
In the organization, there were strict hierarchies, and besides numerous numerical code names, there were also various geographic, botanical, and astronomical terms used as code names. The highest were the Greek letter and English letter code names.
Hearing her name, Zhen Ai naturally associated it with the ancient name of Santorini, Thera Island, thinking she was a member who had used a location as her code name.
Siella seemed to see through Zhen Ai's thoughts and coldly replied, "My code name is T."
Zhen Ai raised her eyes to look at her. When Siella was in the organization, the code name T belonged to a woman named Tanya from Thailand, who was likely dead and had been replaced.
Siella might have sensed Zhen Ai's thoughts, saying, "I've worked my way up to my current position through my own efforts."
Zhen Ai replied lightly, "Good luck."
Siella's expression stiffened, but Zhen Ai opposite her seemed indifferent, leaning against the window with her back to the light. Her cheeks were pale and translucent, exuding a rare glow, like a precious jade; her eyes were deep and dark, capable of captivating souls.
Siella felt displeased but suddenly smiled, "Of course, I'm not like Miss C. I'm the envy of all the women in the organization."
Zhen Ai slightly narrowed her eyes, not understanding what she meant.
Siella smiled, but her eyes were icy: "To be honest, aside from being a little pretty and a bit delicate, I really can't see any talent you have. To me, you're actually quite useless. Hmph, we risk our lives to secure our positions, yet we can never reach your heights. There's no way around it; you're just lucky to have Mr. A's favor, allowing you to sit high above."
Zhen Ai remained indifferent, unable to respond. Feeling disinterested, she looked out the window and after a long pause asked, "Has he come?"
Siella replied, "No."
Zhen Ai turned back to look at her, questioning, "Why did the model die so miserably?" Yan Su felt heartbroken for her, so he didn't say anything, but she could guess that the model's tragic death had something to do with Siella.
Siella frowned again; she truly disliked the sudden confidence of the girl before her, appearing like a spoiled princess who monopolized a man's affection and acted recklessly. Why did she think the model's tragic death was Mr. A avenging her?
Siella rolled her eyes and smiled, "Before I came here, Mr. A ordered that anyone who harms you should be repaid in kind."
It was indeed a convincing reason.
But Zhen Ai didn't believe it. She sensed something was off when the model died, and Yan Su's reaction further confirmed her suspicion that there were more assassins in the organization—one of whom was likely Arthur himself.
Furrowing her brows, she murmured to herself, "No need to lie; I know Arthur is here. I can feel him, watching me from some invisible corner."
Siella chuckled derisively, "You think you have a connection with him?"
Ignoring her sarcasm, Zhen Ai gently moved her fingers; the injection she had just received was starting to take effect. She no longer needed to chat idly with Siella. She cut to the chase, "That gunshot earlier didn't actually kill anyone, did it?"
Siella raised an eyebrow, "Miss C is truly clever." After a pause, a malicious thought crossed her mind; she wanted to see even a hint of panic on Zhen Ai's calm face and teased, "The gunshot was a ploy by my partner to lure him out so we could kill him."
Zhen Ai silently regarded her, backlit and expressionless.
Siella thought she had angered her and laughed, "Miss C, do you want to go save that man who likes you?" She twirled her finger, the gun spinning. "But my mission is to kidnap you; if you want to leave, you'll have to get past me first."
Zhen Ai still said nothing.
Siella tilted her head, biting her heavily made-up red lips, smiling seductively, "But it's such a pity, such a good man; even I feel a little tempted watching him." Her expression shifted suddenly, her mascaraed eyes flashing with annoyance as she scanned Zhen Ai, "I really don't understand what the logician sees in you. Perhaps you're very tempting in the bathroom? But I can't see it."
Zhen Ai didn't want to hear any more of her nonsensical ramblings and interrupted, "You're lying again. He's not in any danger. If you wanted to kill him, you wouldn't wait until now." She added emphatically, "Arthur's plan is not to kill him."
Siella squinted, feeling that her understanding of Zhen Ai needed to change; she was indeed different, very quiet, too quiet.
She decided to be direct: "Oh, what do you think Mr. A's plan is?"
Zhen Ai first lowered her gaze and then fixed her eyes on Siella, trying to observe her expression as Yan Su had taught her:
"The plan is that the actress you're impersonating is a real person, held captive somewhere in this castle, and you'll kill the real actress, move her body out, and make the police think you're dead too. Then you'll kidnap me and leave this island. Originally, it was just about cleaning up, but now, to leave no witnesses and excess suspects, you're planning to kill even the innocent maid and the butler."
Siella's expression remained unchanged as she swallowed hard.
Zhen Ai realized she had hit the nail on the head and felt her heart chill, "By then, aside from the writer and the kindergarten teacher, who are the two police officers, everyone else will be dead: the actress, the maid, the butler, the lawyer, the boxer, the doctor, the racer, the host... all dead. I'll be gone, and the only one left alive besides the police will be Yan Su."
"So, the murderer is Yan Su."
After Zhen Ai finished speaking, Siella clapped her hands mockingly and smiled, "I truly admire you." She slowly paced around the room, her tone languid and seductive:
"Let's think about it: the forensic expert Mr. S.A.'s best friend Alex was a senior member of the S.P.A. organization, Chace. In fact, Mr. S.A. had known for a long time; together with Chace, the two geniuses conspired to steal 1 billion in digital deposits and cash from the central bank and quickly transfer the loot.
It was precisely because Mr. S.A. had obtained a wealth of information within the police that he tipped off Chace, allowing him to escape unnoticed. Unfortunately, Chace didn't trust Mr. S.A. and instead sought help from others to hide the money. Mr. S.A. then blew Chace up with a bomb. But before Chace died, he cursed him, saying someone knew of his dirty past. So, for all these years, he has been searching for the 1 billion wealth and the whereabouts of those people.
Finally, he found the people who helped Chace hide the money and came to this island with them. But he didn't find the money; instead, these people recognized him as the one who stole the money with Chace.
Mr. S.A., fearing exposure of his crimes, killed them all."
Siella had walked a bit far and accidentally stepped on the lawyer's corpse, kicking it casually, saying, "Everyone here was killed by him, including the lawyer, including the real actress, who is perceived as me by others."
She turned back to Zhen Ai, chuckling, "Miss C, are you satisfied with the ending Mr. A prepared for the logician?
By the way, Mr. A also asked me to ask you if you think what he has done for you is very romantic?"