The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 2 Reversing the Heavenly Gang

Perhaps I really don't have the talent to be a detective.

Li Ang stared at the clues on Miss Charlotte's body, deeply doubting his own judgment.

Just minutes before, he was confident that the murderer must be that noblewoman, after all, her behavior was too suspicious, as if she was expecting him to be the murderer.

Reality, however, told him: the murderer was himself.

That was a resounding slap in the face.

Luckily, I didn't jump to conclusions just now, otherwise I would probably be embarrassed to admit that I have a one-bedroom, three-living-room apartment.

However, Li Ang quickly came to terms with it.

The original owner, Li Ang, killed Charlotte. What does that have to do with me, the transmigrator, Li Ang?

But he couldn't say that to the police.

If you spoke out, you would be sent to a mental hospital. In this Britain that seemed to be in the Victorian era, the only difference between a mental hospital and a prison was that they had padded walls.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to clear his name, at least to avoid being imprisoned on the very first day he transmigrated here.

Li Ang took a deep breath, turned to look at the noblewoman, and tried his best to make his expression appear calm and composed.

"This is the murder weapon," he said calmly, placing the scalpel on the cabinet. "But unfortunately, there are no further clues."

Although he had already found the truth through the clues, he certainly wouldn't tell the noblewoman in front of him.

The noblewoman didn't look at the knife; her gaze remained fixed on Li Ang the entire time.

That look in his eyes sent chills down Li Ang's spine.

Then she suddenly spoke: "Mr. Moriarty," her voice regaining its initial elegant tone, "I think you don't need to hide so much from me. Perhaps... we can cooperate."

Li Ang was slightly taken aback. "Cooperation?"

"Yes." The lady took two steps forward, her skirt rustling softly on the carpet.

She sat down in an armchair, crossed her legs, revealing a section of her calf. "You see, the current situation is very unfavorable for you."

"Everyone in the castle saw you leave together with Miss Charlotte."

"Miss Charlotte is dead now, she died in her room, and you happen to be there too."

"Oh, don't rush to deny it. Although I didn't see you commit the crime with my own eyes, there are some things that can be concluded without seeing them firsthand."

A confident smile played on her lips. "You can't find any more excuses for yourself, can you?"

Clearly, the noblewoman in front of her had already decided that she was the murderer.

This is getting a bit complicated.

Although it would be easy to shut the other person up forever, Li Ang hadn't stooped to that level yet, so he had no choice but to remain silent instead of answering.

The noblewoman opposite him clearly took his silence as acquiescence, and her smile deepened as she leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice:

"Mr. Moriarty, you wouldn't want others to know that you murdered Miss Charlotte, would you?"

Li Ang subconsciously took a step back.

It wasn't out of fear, but because he was too familiar with the lines.

In the countless online novels I read in my past life, whenever this sentence appeared, what followed was some indescribable scene.

But shouldn't he be the one saying that? It's utterly upside down!

Countless thoughts flashed through Li Ang's mind in an instant, and then he looked at the woman in front of him who was looking at him with an expression that said, "I've got you all figured out."

She was around thirty years old, a delicate age between a young girl and a mature woman.

Her long, dark chestnut hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears, making her neck appear exceptionally long and slender.

Her features were also beautiful, though not as striking as Miss Charlotte's, but she possessed a more human touch, and her complexion was much rosier.

Of course, it could also be due to excessive blood loss.

She wore a velvet dress with a neckline that wasn't too low, but it revealed a small patch of white skin on her collarbone, giving her a mature and sophisticated air.

Li Ang stared at her for two seconds, and a very unserious thought popped into his head:

Hmm... it doesn't seem like it's unacceptable?

Of course, this is just a joke.

He would never hand over such a life-or-death matter to someone else.

Moreover, this woman in front of him clearly wanted to use him; once he got on this boat, he wouldn't be able to get off.

Thinking this, Li Ang put on a polite but distant smile. "I don't understand what you're saying, madam?"

"I am deeply saddened by the murder of Miss Charlotte. She was my... employer and my best friend. Her death has caused me great pain."

After speaking, Li Ang squeezed out a few tears to make his words sound more convincing.

"Moreover, your words alone cannot serve as evidence."

Upon hearing Li Ang's words, the lady tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest of her chair twice, then said resentfully, "Mr. Moriarty, you won't even address me as Mrs. Conniesha. You were clearly there when Miss Charlotte and I introduced ourselves."

Li Ang: "..."

Isn't there something strange about what this woman is struggling with?

But he readily changed his words: "...Mrs. Conniesha".

Connie nodded in satisfaction, her resentment vanishing and replaced by her elegant smile.

She stood up and walked to Li Ang, the two of them less than an arm's length apart.

"Mr. Moriarty," Leon could even smell the perfume on him, which seemed to be a blend of various floral scents, "please believe me. After all, we're already...partners."

She probably intended to use a more vulgar word, but her well-mannered aristocratic instincts allowed her to stop at the last minute and considerately use a more refined expression.

Partner? Heh.

Li Ang sneered inwardly. That sounds nice, but it just sounds like they're accomplices.

He was about to refuse when he noticed a line of small silver text appearing above Mrs. Connie's body:

[He briefly entered the theater owner Noven's room at 10 PM. He is also a suspect in Noven's murder and is currently desperately seeking someone to clear his name.]

It turned out to be the case.

Because I had exchanged a lot of information with the other party, I had essentially accumulated clues, and the information I provided had been upgraded to things that the other party least wanted to know.

The elegant Mrs. Connie is a suspect in another murder case.

She came to see Miss Charlotte not for any "personal matter," but because Miss Charlotte was a detective who could help people clear their names.

She happened to witness Li Ang committing the crime and learned that Li Ang claimed to be the detective's assistant.

That's why she was so excited. That's why she was so eager to cooperate with me.

It wasn't because she wanted to help Li Ang, but because she saw a golden opportunity—a person who was also stained with blood could be dragged onto her pirate ship and become her accomplice.

Although the other party was just Miss Charlotte's assistant, he could use Miss Charlotte's name to help clear himself of suspicion.

All they needed to do was postpone Miss Charlotte's death by just a little bit.

Perhaps she thought she had no choice but to give in, but what she didn't know was that she had a cheat code.

Because Connie's prompt was located slightly below her neck, in the exposed area of ​​white, Li Ang's gaze naturally fell upon that spot.

When Conniesha saw that Li Ang's gaze lingered on her private parts for a long time, she blushed, but she still straightened up and closed the distance between them again before putting her small hand on his shoulder.

"Mr. Li Ang, what do you think?"

To clear her name, Conniesha was determined to go all out. Despite feeling incredibly shy, she allowed the man to fix his burning gaze on her.

Li Ang lowered his head and looked at Connie's slender hand resting on his sleeve. It was clearly well-maintained and made one want to hold it.

But he didn't take it. Instead, he looked up and met Connie's amber eyes, which were so close to his, and a smile slowly spread across his lips.

"Mrs. Conniesha, you just said you wanted to work with me?"

Connie nodded slightly, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes. She thought Li Ang was finally going to back down.

"Yes, Mr. Moriarty. This is beneficial to both of us."

"You help me clear my name, and I will help you keep this secret. I will even help you replace Miss Charlotte and become the new famous detective."

"I understand." Li Ang nodded, then reached out and gently removed Connie's hand from his shoulder.

Conniesha couldn't quite understand what this man wanted to do.

Li Ang, on the other hand, is:

"Mrs. Connie, you wouldn't want anyone to know that you went into Mr. Norman's room at ten o'clock last night, would you?"

Connie's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

At this moment, the tables have turned.