: Qiao Ye's Perfect Reasoning Method

The next day, Qiao Ye, in his capacity as the Imperial Security Advisor, completed the bail procedures.

When the young painter walked out of prison, the midday sun made him squint.

He was wearing rumpled clothes and carrying a paper bag containing his belongings from when he went to prison.

"Thank you," he said.

The voice was dry and hoarse.

He didn't look Qiao Ye in the eye.

Qiao Ye nodded: "Let's go, let's get something to eat first."

In a coffee shop, Qiao Ye ordered two coffees and a cake.

The little painter was focused on eating his cake, his expression one of utter satisfaction.

Historically, he had a sweet tooth and ate almost two pounds of chocolate every day.

Qiao Ye put down his cup and suddenly asked, "How did you do that?"

The young painter paused noticeably.

"What do you mean?"

He looked up, his face completely innocent.

"I've checked your previous records."

Qiao Ye said, "In the past two months, three murders have occurred around you. Although there's no direct proof that you're involved, don't you think it's too frequent?"

The little painter put down the fork.

"Those things really have nothing to do with me."

"Let me put it another way," Qiao Ye said. "I was just wondering, if it really was you, how did you do it?"

The little painter opened his mouth.

He couldn't utter a word.

"Your alibi is perfect."

Qiao Ye said, "It's perfect, impeccable. In fact, if it weren't for the pressure from the police department, you wouldn't even have been arrested this time."

"But I just feel like something's not right."

"Do you think it's possible that you found a notebook, and if you write a name in it, that person will die?"

The little painter looked at him expressionlessly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.

Qiao Ye stared at him for a while.

The other person's expression remained unchanged.

Suddenly, Qiao Ye smiled.

"I was just kidding!"

He stood up and placed a few coins on the table.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the crime scene."

……

Klimt's studio has been sealed off, but Qiao Ye has permission to enter.

Pushing open the door, a musty smell of blood mixed with the odor of paint hit me.

The demon pattern on the wall was still there, but the brown bloodstains had dried.

The little painter stood at the doorway but did not go in.

"Why don't you come in?" Qiao Ye asked.

"I can't stand the smell of blood," the young painter said.

This is not a lie.

That's true; he's even reluctant to eat meat.

"Really not coming in?"

"No, thank you," the young painter shook his head. "I'll wait for you here."

Qiao Ye didn't press the matter further and walked around the studio alone.

Demonic patterns on the wall, bloodstains on the floor, and an unfinished self-portrait on the easel.

He crouched down and carefully examined the direction of the blood splatter and its congealed form.

A few minutes later, he stood up and dusted off his hands.

"Okay! Let's go!"

"Walk?"

The young painter was taken aback. "Have you finished your investigation?"

"Of course it's over. In fact, I already know exactly who the murderer is. This is just a final check."

"...Do you know who the killer is?"

"right!"

Qiao Ye didn't explain further and left with the young painter.

Then, the place they went was completely unexpected for the little painter.

It was a small alley.

"Does it look familiar?" Qiao Ye asked.

At that moment, the young painter's heart raced.

Of course he looked familiar.

This is the place where that thug's body was found.

The first person the little painter had the shadow kill.

However, despite his immense inner unease, he never showed it.

"Of course it looks familiar."

He said calmly, "I live around here. The body of that thug was also found here."

The young painter looked at Qiao Ye: "Are you really doubting me?"

Don't overthink it.

Qiao Ye didn't answer directly, "Let's go, let's go look at other places."

Next, Qiao Ye took the young painter to two more places.

The apartment building where the drunkard fell to his death.

The house where the bully swallowed a gun.

With each new place he visited, the young painter's heart grew heavier.

He was absolutely certain.

This so-called detective is suspecting him of murder!

The reason they brought me to these locations was to see if I would give myself away.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

At this moment, the young painter felt a sense of calm.

There will be no evidence.

That person will absolutely not be able to find any evidence!

Because he didn't do any of this himself.

Qiao Ye looked at the young painter, whose expression remained calm.

"strangeness……"

Qiao Ye thought to himself, "Why hasn't this guy reacted yet? Doesn't he want to kill me to silence me?"

In fact, Qiao Ye already knew the whole truth about the case.

His method for investigating the truth was simple.

That was a perfect reasoning method that only he could use—

[The Art of Communicating with the Deceased]

Qiao Ye went directly to the professor's morgue and found the professor's body.

I got all the details of what happened from him.

Who killed him, and how?

Not only that, Qiao Ye also went to the graves of the first three deceased.

Although it was somewhat unethical, he did dig up the grave and have a conversation with the three dead.

Corpses don't lie.

The information Qiao Ye now possesses is probably more detailed than that of the young painter himself.

I took the young painter around to various places before, just to put pressure on him.

Make him want to kill himself.

thereby--

Face the final outcome.

That's all for today.

Qiao Ye, seeing that the young painter was still performing, suddenly said.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll take you somewhere else."

He looked at the young painter and said, "Don't worry, I will stay by your side until the truth is revealed."

"With me here, no one will dare to cause you trouble."

"See you tomorrow!"

Qiao Ye waved his hand, took his leave, and turned to leave.

The young painter stood there, watching Qiao Ye's departing figure.

A dark figure appeared beside him at just the right moment.

"He's no longer just doubting you."

The shadowy figure said, "He is absolutely 100% certain that you did it all."

"So what?" the young painter retorted. "Can he find any evidence?"

I really can't find it.

but--

"I must remind you that many times, it's not necessary to find evidence."

The shadowy figure whispered, "As long as he can prove that all the dead are connected to you, that will be enough."

The little painter suddenly paused, taken aback.

Yes.

Do you need evidence?

Qiao Ye only needed to convince others that he had done everything himself, and that would be enough.

As for the method?

It's perfectly acceptable to say that it involves black magic and cannot be explained.

When the time comes, it won't be the police department that comes looking for the little painter, but the Imperial Judgment Office!

"Damn it! Why is he going to keep bothering me?!"

The young painter was both angry and relieved.

Fortunately, at present, only Qiao Ye is doubting himself.

Moreover, Qiao Ye did point out the young painter's previous negligence, and the young painter will pay more attention in the future and never make the same mistake again.

At least I won't kill the people around me anymore.

According to the shadowy figure, the more people he kills, the stronger he will become.

One day, it will become powerful enough to not fear the Imperial Inquisition.

The little artist can then do whatever he wants!

As for now?

Let's just wait and see.

"Shadow".

The young painter's gaze was cold as he spoke indifferently.

"Let's take care of him, tonight!"