"Master Sta!"

Huden's voice was mixed with some thunder elements, and he scolded him in a thunderous manner, like a thunder exploded, forcibly breaking the natural oppression of Sta's aura.

Then you could feel the sharp eyes projected by Sta, and then Hoden showed a shallow warm smile and looked towards him.

"Is it a lie or a truth? Since Master Sta is sure that he is correct, then why don't we listen to all the lies and expose them bit by bit. What do you think? Otherwise, you can convince the security team, but you can't convince everyone who attended the dance tonight."

Earl Giocomo can cover the sky with his own hands in the rock abyss. If the case is handled by the security team, it will probably be particularly difficult. It may have been concluded according to Sta's confession without investigation; but if the case is widely circulated by students at Secpes College, then Earl Giocomo will face a serious situation—

Don't forget that there are really no fewer noble students in Sekpes Academy. It's okay to just one or two, but once a collective force is formed, Earl Giocomo can't stand it.

Sta's words couldn't help but shut up, his face drooped, "Are you threatening me?"

"I'm looking for the truth." Hoden's unlucky attitude seemed not to be affected by Sta- perhaps because he really didn't know what Count Giocomo actually means.

However, Stah did not buy it at all, but instead looked at Mr. Froder, trying to use Froder's scene to put pressure on Hoden.

Horden, who was left alone, didn't mind and said staggeringly, "Master Sta, your hair is stained with some stains, as if it's the smell of vinegar. It doesn't matter? I think the nobles pay special attention to these details, and hope it won't affect your perfect image and demeanor."

stare!

Stah glared at Hoden fiercely, but Hoden looked like he was sitting firmly on Mount Tai. He would not lose a piece of meat when he was stared at him, nor would he reduce his appetite. There was no need to worry.

Stah tried to say something, but before he could figure it out, Hoden ignored him.

Hoden continued to look at Isreal, "You see Sta and Contemir walking over, and then?"

"Then I came over to investigate, curious about what they were doing here, but I didn't find anything. Just as I was about to leave, I heard a scream, and then I rushed over and saw this scene. Later, you have seen everything."

Isrell was obviously afraid of Sta, but after all he didn't want to be charged with the crime, so he had to defend himself. Looking at Hoden as if he was catching the last straw, "I told the truth, it was all the truth, I really didn't see anything."

"I just saw the corpse, just like Karuso's raw meat banquet, all the blood and internal organs were poured out without any cover, and then I felt scared and turned around and tried to leave, but I saw nothing, and I had no idea what was going on! I just wanted to leave. Really!"

"You are lying!"

Nina's voice rushed out, "Sta was on the dance floor from beginning to end, never leaving. And, why don't you tell your secret?"

Isrell's face turned pale in an instant.

Nina said to Hoden, "He had a crush on Greta. He loved Greta frantically. He wrote countless love letters and poems to Greta, but Greta didn't like him, rejected him repeatedly, and always stayed with Sta. But he said that Sta was not worthy of Greta, he was Greta's destined lover."

"Isreel! You can't get Greta, so you ruined her? Right? You talk! Why don't you dare to tell your inner secret?"

As Greta's best friend, Nina knew the secret that no one else could know and instantly teared open the most secret wound in Isreal's heart.

Undoubtedly, this is the most powerful crime motive.

Isrell was unable to argue, his face was pale and sweating, his knees were weak, and a desperate sadness surged up like this.

"No, no, no, I don't, I really don't... Miss Greta... I don't... the noble Miss Greta..."

Isrell muttered to himself repeatedly, his eyes swaying helplessly, dissipating faintly, revealing a fear of being at a loss and having nowhere to rest. Although his steps were still in place, his whole heart was retreating step by step.

The real murderer seemed to have surfaced like this.

But what's amazing is that the scene is still silent, without anger, no outbreak, and no crying. It seems that they are all shocked by such a result.

Hoden looked at Isrell in front of him, "Do you really love Miss Greta?"

Isrell did not answer.

Hoden continued, "Everyone is avoiding Miss Greta's body, and even avoiding it. No one can accept such a scene. It is natural for you to quietly pull down Miss Greta's skirt before turning around and leaving."

"Miss Greta... Miss Greta, who attaches so much importance to etiquette and protects herself so much, and Miss Greta, who dares not even dare to easily expose her ankles, will definitely not tolerate any mistakes in her demeanor."

Isrell looked up and looked at Hoden, his eyes filled with tears.

"But I can't find Miss Greta's shoes. I can't find her shoes."

One sentence after another, as Isrell collapsed like this, his knees weakened and he fell to the ground.

When he was pressed to the ground and beaten by Sta, he did not collapse; when he was accused of being a murderer, he did not collapse either. But at this time, Isrell burst into tears like a child, collapsed completely, just muttering, "I can't find her shoes."

Hoden patted Isrell's shoulder lightly, "Don't worry, we will find it. But before that, we need to find the murderer who treated her like this."

silence.

"What?" Stah exploded first, "Isn't he the murderer? Didn't he plead guilty? What are you talking nonsense?"

Hoden had a different opinion, "He really loved Miss Greta but received no response. He did appear at the crime scene and was seen, but he was not the murderer."

Huo Deng's tone was really annoying, and he always felt like he was teasing the audience, especially those who had a ghost in his heart.

A glance can bring all the expressions of the audience into view. Those faces are hidden under the light of the light that is not bright, and they are hidden and cannot capture details; but the eyes, postures, movements and other body language will not deceive people, and clues can always reveal the secrets in their hearts.

Huoden's eyes seemed to... as if he was looking at food: What food should he choose? Seafood, birds, or animals, or time vegetables? Or is it fruit? Right, there are fruits.

The slightly flashing gaze was a little excited, as if he could see through everything.
Chapter completed!