There are many passengers on the cruise ship.

Qiao Feng put on his special glasses and pressed the switch. The virtual idols who kept walking back and forth kept interacting with the passengers around him, laughing and laughing.

It seems that someone was killed, it cannot make the overall style of the ship feel a little frustrating.

"Yo, Le Song."

A girl in ancient costume who was holding a chewing paprika and chewing paprika turned around when she heard Qiao Feng's words. After seeing Qiao Feng, the girl with sesame face raised her head and smiled innocently at him. After that, she continued to lower her head and chew on the paprika.

After passing this virtual idol, Qiao Feng couldn't help but laugh.

In fact, these virtual idols are indeed very cute. In Hatsune Miku's concert DVD I saw last night, this virtual idol who has now become a murderer had such a glorious and naive era...

But nearly twenty years later, she became a killer who could directly cut off the human body with an axe in her hand? This change... is really big.

After wandering around, Qiao Feng finally decided to have a cup of coffee to wake up. After all, he fell asleep just around dawn and was still a little confused now.

Following the map guide on the ship, Qiao Feng entered the largest bar on the entire Hope Goddess. As soon as he entered here, the dark and nostalgic lights combined with the slowly singing music directly made Qiao Feng feel like he wanted to fall asleep here again.

"I'd like some coffee, please."

The barman smiled, and soon, a cup of fragrant coffee was handed over and placed in front of Qiao Feng.

"Famous Detective, Joe. It's rare to ask for coffee at the bar."

Turning his head, a beautiful kimono sits generously on the chair.

In normal times, the combination of kimono and bar may not feel very harmonious. But Qiao Feng saw a feeling of incongruity turning into coordination in this woman. She sat there gracefully. She wore two wooden clogs on the white socks exposed under the kimono. The world still talked about the charm of the milfs, but I am afraid that this kind of woman is talking about.

What's more, she doesn't look very old, at most she is the same age as herself.

Qiao Feng raised the coffee cup in his hand with a smile and raised it towards Ryoko Sato.

The Yamato Satsuko also raised the sake glass in her hand, covered it with her long sleeves of the kimono, and took a sip.

Qiao Feng put down the coffee cup and began to look at the Japanese woman up and down. This kind of look was naturally to find topics with her.

"Detective San, are you suspicious of me?"

Qiao Feng laughed, shook his head, and said, "I just feel a little curious. To say something that is not very pleasant, Miss Ryoko Sato should be quite old, right?"

The woman put down her sake glass with great graciousness and nodded gently: "It's forty-three. It's making you laugh."

Qiao Feng shook his head: "I don't know much about Japan. But I at least know some simple Japanese culture. In Japan, the kimono worn by women basically also represents their marriage status. The kimono of married women is usually short-sleeved, while the kimono of unmarried women is all long-sleeved. Ms. Sato, you are not young, why are you not married yet?"

Sato Ryoko smiled slightly and said nothing. She poured a little wine into her glass again and raised her glass.

However, when she turned her head and wanted to pay tribute to the detective opposite again, she found that although Qiao Feng was still smiling, his eyes...

But it is like a hunting dog staring at the prey, sharp and makes people unable to avoid it.

At this point, Sato Ryoko finally put down the sake glass in her hand, and the smile on her face gradually faded a little.

"It's too busy with work and I don't have time to get married. Detective San, do you... have any opinions about me?"

"Not much opinion. As far as I know, you used to be Sun Rui's girlfriend, right?"

The smile on Sato Ryoko's face rose again and said, "This is something that happened more than ten or twenty years ago. I was still young at that time... Detective San, if you suspect that I killed someone because of my feelings, then I'll have been waiting for too long."

Qiao Feng shook his head gently: "I think so too. Ms. Sato shouldn't be so naive, she killed someone because of a failed love affair twenty years ago. However, I think that the motives in the incident where Sun Rui was killed should account for a very large extent."

Sato raised his eyebrows: "What do you say?"

"Although I don't have the sensitivity to the truth and details like my wife, nor do I have the ability to find answers on the Internet like my daughter. However, after so many years, I deeply know that the most difficult thing to guess in a case is not the technique, but the feeling hidden behind the murder."

"motivation."

Qiao Feng picked up the cup and drank the coffee in his hand in one go.

"I believe you should know Jiang Jun's death, right?"

At this moment, Sato Ryoko, who was originally smiling, looked ugly again.

"What I saw between these two murders was not the details of the impossible crime. It was a real murderous intent."

"This is a strong murderous intent that is difficult to express in words, carrying hatred, hatred, helplessness, pain and sorrow. I don't know what Jiang Jun and Sun Rui did, which actually made the murderer feel so strong. But I know that this hatred will definitely support this r to continue standing behind Hatsune Miku, and continue to use this virtual idol who was once very popular twenty years ago as a creator, and continue to use blood to cleanse the hatred in his heart."

Sato Ryoko was silent.

She picked up the wine glass in her hand again and drank the sake.

After a while, she put down the wine glass in her hand, turned her head, no longer had a smile on her face, but looked at Qiao Feng very lightly.

"Detective San, what do you want to ask? Ask. As long as it is something I know, I will definitely tell you in detail."

"Thanks."

Qiao Feng breathed out and turned to look at the bar.

The decoration is not very luxurious, and it looks a bit old. But this nostalgic style looks just right. It's just the morning, and there are almost no people in the bar. Only the bartender stands behind the bar and slowly wipes the wine glass.

"First of all, I want to ask, how much do you know about Ryo Sasaki?"

Ryoko Sato raised her head slightly and said slowly: "I met you before and worked together. But soon we parted ways. He continued to be his programmer and I entered the entertainment industry. After a while of hard work, I set up a fashion design company and had almost no contact with him. Probably... it has been ten years."

"Oh? So, Miss Sato was a programmer before? As far as I know, what Sasaki Ryo used to do was design a virtual idol. Hatsune Miku was made by him and several other r. So... Miss Sato, are you one of Hatsune's r?"

Ryoko Sato's face was cold and there was no change: "It's not just Ryo Sasaki, but Sun Ruisang was also one of them. At that time, the mi pants sauce was very popular, and we had hundreds of them. I could be considered one of them barely. But I was mainly responsible for the design of stage design and clothing, and I was not responsible for the procedures and sounds."

Qiao Feng: "Oh? It seems that I am a little interested now. Then... can I ask boldly? Are Mr. Narita Saoya and Mr. Xiao Zhang also one of them?"

The kimono woman said lightly: "If you say yes, there is no problem. Mr. Narita was the main investor at that time, and with his operating funds, he could have the popularity of Mi Pants. Mr. Xiao Zhang was the one who invested in buying Mi Pants and Λ Club after we auctioned Mi Pants."

Qiao Feng nodded gently: "In other words, you three, as well as the killed Sun Rui, Jiang Jun, and the whereabouts of Sasaki Ryo, who is currently unknown, are all related to Hatsune Miku. Well, you have to remember this carefully."

As an errand, Qiao Feng took out his cell phone to record the conversation and let it be played for Xia Yu later.

"So, was it agreed in advance for you to come to participate in the cruise ship of Goddess of Hope this time?"

Ryoko Sato smiled: "Detective San, your information collection is not enough. The one who held this virtual idol performance was Mr. Sun Rui's Innovation Technology Group and Mr. Narita Saoya's Narita Dream Club. The one who provided the cruise was Mr. Xiao Zhang's Feiou Group. I am a fashion designer, so it is natural to come to participate."

"No, no, Ms. Sato, you misunderstood what I mean. I mean..."

After Qiao Feng paused for a moment—

"Why did you all decide that you would live in the third floor VIP room? Are all your own ideas?"

At this moment, Sato Ryoko was slightly stunned.

The lights in the bar seem to be slightly dimming now.

After a moment of silence, the Yamato Satsuko took a small bag he had placed on the bar and took out a beautiful envelope.

After opening it, it is full of Japanese.

"This is an invitation letter. Someone who has no signature sent the invitation letter to my residence. It also has a hotel room card. I think it should have been sent by Mr. Xiao Zhang."

Xiao Zhang...?

Qiao Feng carefully checked the invitation letter, and the handwriting on it was printed on the computer.

"But later I asked Mr. Xiao Zhang, but he said he had never sent such a thing. And he also received an invitation letter. He thought that someone wanted to give him a surprise, so he simply did not send an invitation letter and came straight to attend."

Qiao Feng's expression became cold.

I don’t know who sent the invitation letter? This matter is becoming increasingly difficult to understand.
Chapter completed!