"Galen's" face turned cold.
Regardless, his identity is important. His property is his lifeblood, and without these hard-earned properties his life would be meaningless.
As long as he is "Galen", he can legitimately inherit his father Gaed's property after this is over.
Anyway, "Gade" wasn't killed by him.
As for controlling the security system and hijacking the ship, the Chiwu people will help him settle it. As long as he gets to Chiwu, all evidence will be destroyed and no one can find him guilty.
Most of his property has long been transferred to Chiwu and Taotie in the name of "investing in setting up factories". After this cruise trip, he no longer has to go back to Qingmang.
But it would be troublesome if he were thought not to be Galen but to be Gued. He took Galen's body, which was tantamount to killing someone.
"What you said are all incomprehensible and baseless things. Do I need to tell others that I am interested in the Cicada Cult?
"Ignorant and unskilled is just other people's nonsense comments about me."
He firmly believed that the other party had no evidence, so he would not admit it anyway.
Even in Chiwu, he had to go through a long process to successfully inherit the "Gade" fortune.
In addition to him, there are also many people who covet the assets of Gaishi Sanitary Ware. He couldn't tolerate any mistakes in this.
"Okay, let's say you're Galen."
Meng Fei shrugged helplessly, spread his hands and said:
"If you brutally kill your father Gaede, I'm afraid neither the laws of Qingmang nor Chiwu will allow you to inherit his inheritance, right?"
"Ha ha!"
Having said this, Galen opened his mouth again, showing a smile that showed success.
“I was at the auction of 4017 when he was killed.
“And my alibi witness is you.
"Besides you, there are dozens of people present!"
"No, no, no, this alibi has too many holes."
Meng Fei shook his head, and inexplicably there was a mobile phone reflecting blue light in his hand.
Although Meng Fei did not perform any operations, the screen was still scrolling, displaying various information.
Galen's expression suddenly changed and he couldn't help but touch his pocket.
"Why did my phone get into his hands?"
In reality, of course, his phone is still in his pocket. But this is not reality, but his imagination.
The "reality" in his mind is affected by his own consciousness and the consciousness of the intruders Meng Fei and Suzaku.
If Meng Fei could not control his mobile phone in reality, none of this would become a reality even in his mind. But Meng Fei can control it with his brain.
"This is my phone, and this is yours."
Meng Fei held two mobile phones in each hand and compared them.
"Clock calibration record. At seven thirty-eight, I had a clock calibration record. It was adjusted from seven thirty-five to seven thirty-eight.
“This is because when our mobile phone system is connected to the Internet, it will automatically calibrate the time every five minutes.
"I checked the cell phones of everyone in the room except yours. They all adjusted the time at seven-thirty-five like me.
"And yours."
He held Galen's cell phone and shook it in the air.
"Seven thirty-five is not recorded. Your clock is always accurate.
"What does that mean? It means your time was inconsistent with the others in the room. We were missing three minutes. You were not missing.
"So none of us can prove whether you were there or not and what you did during those three minutes."
Galen looked a little embarrassed.
He had no idea that there was such a mechanism in the mobile phone, leaving a loophole in his action to eliminate all evidence.
"What's this? Do you think this inexplicable clock error can be used as evidence that I murdered someone?"
But he still argued forcefully.
"Besides, I didn't kill anyone at all!"
He was indeed right.
If it were in Qingmang, the weird evidence Meng Fei produced might be enough to send him to the national computer for a polygraph test.
It's different in Chiwu. There are big bosses behind the scenes in Chiwu and professional lawyers who will help him.
This kind of "space-time anomaly" can be treated as an "equipment failure" and passed easily without any effect at all.
But Meng Fei picked up a silver dinner plate on the table and took a closer look at it.
The remaining residue on the dinner plate looked more like gray-white sticky snot than tofu or jelly, spread flat on the bottom of the dinner plate in the shape of some kind of intestine.
"Boss Gai, you are no longer a human being at all."
Meng Fei sighed.
"A human brain weighs nearly three kilograms, and you can actually eat it all without vomiting?
"But the remnants you left on this plate are another good piece of evidence. And the knives and forks."
He picked up the fork that had fallen next to his plate. The fork was also stained with a gray-white snot-like substance.
Then Meng Fei pointed at the corner of Galen's mouth.
“It’s also on the corner of your mouth.
"We will collect these things and use them for DNA comparison.
"Do you think you had anything to do with your father's death? Were you not even present when he was killed?
"Then how do you explain that there is his brain fluid on the plate on your desk? And there are traces of it on the corners of your mouth, right?
"This is solid evidence. It shows that you were present at the scene before and after your father's death. In fact, you are most likely the murderer!"
Meng Fei's series of performances shocked Galen.
The whole scene, the dark and bloody computer room, the dark brown desk that looked like a solidified blood scab, had undergone some kind of change.
Many red cracks appeared like ignited charcoal, and the transparent and bright red light in the cracks seemed to be burning violently.
But Galen himself was unaware of this change. Because this world is his realm of consciousness, it is just a concrete manifestation of his wavering consciousness.
In order to avoid being associated with Gade's murder case, he used all means.
For example, he turned the room where the murder was committed into a secret room, and went to the auction with Meng Fei and the others so that Meng Fei could act as his alibi.
How could he be so stupid as to leave Gad's brain on his plate and the corner of his mouth? This is impossible.
He had obviously done everything he had to do at that time, and there was no way he would have left any traces.
After coming out of that room, he quickly changed all his clothes and took a quick shower.
As for what they had eaten, could they still cut open their own stomachs to check? In a few hours, it will be completely digested.
The plates and knives and forks on the desk were just what he used to eat dessert when he was hungry when he used to work overtime here.
Why are there so many marks on it? Why is there still residue in the corner of my mouth?
He wiped it with his sleeve desperately, but couldn't wipe it clean.
Even if you rub it on your sleeve, the sleeve becomes evidence, right?
