"I nearly forgot. Good thing you reminded me." Jiang Xia snapped back to his senses and continued where he had left off, ignoring the bride's younger brother's twisted expression.
"Ever since we found the pistol, I thought the place where it landed was very strange. But now we understand—it might have ended up in the Flower Bed, or it might have landed on the Villa's roof. It all depended on luck. Because you didn't casually throw it away. You deliberately hurled it from this side of the river to the other."
The bride's younger brother sneered. "This is getting more and more ridiculous. You saw how wide this river is. What, do I look like some genius shot-put athlete? Why don't you get your burliest cop over here and have him try throwing a pistol across there?"
Jiang Xia: "..." Why did it have to be the burliest police officer? Was he looking down on everyone here? I could try it. Ran could too.
But the bride's younger brother indeed did not look particularly athletic, so Jiang Xia followed the laws of nature and said, "With human arm strength alone, it would indeed be difficult to achieve that. But you didn't throw it by hand. You used the bamboo here."
He looked out the window, where a dense bamboo grove stood outside. "All you had to do was bend a bamboo stalk by the riverbank, hang the gun from its tip, and let go. Using the bamboo's spring force, you could send the pistol flying into the Flower Bed on the other side of the river.
"Doing this allowed you to remain with everyone until the 'Gunshot' rang out, giving you a solid alibi. It also obscured the true order of the two victims' deaths, making people think the Groom