Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

John fell silent again, his head still buried.

After a long time, so long that Jinchen thought he would not answer, he spoke in an extremely low and hoarse voice, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"Vincent was born to my father's mistress...that greedy and despicable woman! Gradually, she wasn't satisfied with the money and status she had acquired...she seduced me! She seduced me into taking my first puff of opium!"

John's shoulders trembled violently, filled with deep hatred. "Count Olga, my father... he would never allow his heir to be tainted by such a scandal."

"When I was seventeen, he announced in front of all the family members that Vincent, who was only twelve years old... would be his next heir. ...Because I couldn't get rid of this damn thing by then!"

He suddenly raised his hand and slammed the armrest of the sofa.

Jinchen listened quietly, his heart slightly moved.

Twisted hatred and unspeakable abnormal obsession fueled by drugs and jealousy have led to John's complex psychology.

So that's how it is, Jinchen thought, Vincent's charm is really great. Even under such strong hatred, he can still make John's feelings sour.

"Oh... this is such a sad memory." Jinchen's voice was gentle. "Let's calm down first, Mr. John."

"Let's get back to the most crucial question. Why did you lie to Inspector Alric and me? What was your purpose in climbing up Vincent's window that night?"

John tilted his head dejectedly, staring at the intricate reliefs on the ceiling with empty eyes, his trembling hands clenched tightly.

"He refused to see me... I went to see him that night just to get Joshua to leave him! I told him that Joshua's family was caught up in a gang war in Bayar City, and they were approaching Olga's family just for our property! But he didn't believe me at all... and we had a big fight over it..."

His voice choked and he covered his eyes with the back of his hand, as if he didn't want to recall the argument that night.

In the study, Vincent pinned John from behind. He was much taller than his brother, so it was easy for him to do so.

Vincent met John's painful eyes and lowered his body to look at him. "Brother, are you doing this for my own good? For the sake of the family? John, look at me, don't you have any selfish motives? It's your jealousy that forces you to say these words. How can I accept this?"

"John, you can't drive Joshua away, and neither can I."

...

Jinchen's pen was recording quickly. When he heard the last sentence, he suddenly raised his head and looked at John.

"Can't? Did he say that? He used the word 'can't', not 'don't want to' or 'unwilling'?"

John was taken aback by the subtle wording of the question, "...yes, he said no."

Jinchen nodded thoughtfully, closed his notebook, and refocused his attention on John.

"So, deep down, you believe that the murderer is Joshua Crane."

"...Yes." John was surprised by the other party's sharpness. When he mentioned Joshua, a twisted hatred appeared on his face again. "Why couldn't it be him? He doesn't love Vincent at all! He only cares about profit! And his inseparable manservant... Humph! Manservant! Who would believe it if I told anyone? That Silas is a completely eccentric person! I've seen it with my own eyes several times. Silas always sneaks out of the main house in the middle of the night... I don't know what he's doing!"

Jinchen listened quietly, soaked a handkerchief with cold water, and handed it to John, whose face was covered with tears and sweat and looked listless.

"Wipe your face, Mr. John." His voice remained calm. "Sorry to bother you tonight."

-

Standing under the cool moonlight, Jinchen took a few deep breaths, letting the night breeze blow away the smell on his body.

"This is really a headache." Ling Gungun sighed. "John looks like he's been tortured by hatred and drugs. He doesn't seem like the real murderer."

Jinchen walked slowly on the quiet street, expressing his agreement.

[I also tend to think it wasn't him, but he did provide us with a lot of clues.]

Only if he finds the real murderer before Alrik can he avoid Alrik's death.

Jinchen stopped at a street corner.

There are a few ragged little beggars sitting or lying here. Night is the only time they can get a little rest.

Jinchen walked over and gave each child two pennies, asking them to do something.

The children nodded as they held the rare copper coins in their hands.

After doing all this, Jinchen returned to the cylindrical room.

He took a shower, changed into comfortable pajamas, and was about to rest when he heard the noise of Alric returning downstairs.

Jinchen paused as he was about to lift the quilt, listened attentively for a few seconds, and finally stood up, put on an outer robe, and walked out.

Not quite right.

Jinchen pushed the door open gently and smelled the smell of blood. He saw Alric standing in front of the washbasin with his back to the door, frowning, and washing the hideous wound on his arm with slightly curled flesh with cold water.

Blood flowed down his arm and dripped into the basin.

Alric keenly heard the sound of the door opening, turned his head sharply, and instinctively hid his injured arm behind his back.

"Cyril?" Alric said, his characteristically irritable expression at night. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Jinchen's eyes darkened, and were soon filled with worry. Moist watery light filled his blue eyes, reflecting the light, making him look extremely charming.

"I'm worried about you, Alric..."

"Get out." Alric interrupted him, his tone cold and hard.

At this moment, he obviously didn't have much patience to deal with and appease.

Jinchen was not annoyed. "Let me help you apply the medicine, okay? I'll leave after you apply the medicine."

He reached out and touched Alric's arm.

Alrick's eyes became even more impatient, "I said no!"

But Jinchen grabbed his wrist.

Alric lowered his head, the nameless anger in his heart seemed to be blocked. He tutted in annoyance, turned his head away, and said stiffly, "... then hurry up."

Jinchen looks so gentle and patient.

He wiped the water stains on Alric's arm with a clean soft cloth, sat beside him, cleaned his wound and applied ointment.

This excessive silence made Alric feel a little uncomfortable.

He was used to Cyril always finding topics to talk about or saying something a little clumsy but sincere when he was around.

Cyril's silence now made him feel... a little weird.

His gaze couldn't help but fall on Jinchen's drooping eyelashes, and his mood inexplicably calmed down.

Alric suddenly spoke, his voice softer than before, "Cyril."

Jinchen slowly raised his eyes and looked at him quietly.