There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 146 The Dead Man

There is also a spacious room at the corner of the second floor. It is not a bedroom, but the layout is a bit like a hall.

The room has a wooden floor, floor-to-ceiling windows with dark red curtains, tall bookcases connected to the ceiling on the surrounding walls, and a heavy grand piano in the center of the room.

The female writer looked around the room, took out a few books from the bookshelf one by one, and flipped through them casually.

Almost every book has the same signature on the title page and the end page, which is the same as the signature on her manuscript paper, but the book is signed by a different author.

It should be that the writer likes to make his own notes on the book after reading the book.

Books with signed end pages appear to have been turned frequently, have bookmarks tucked inside, and passages of text on them are sometimes underlined and annotated in the margins.

He is a writer who constantly absorbs knowledge and inspiration.

The female writer put the books back, turned and walked towards the grand piano standing in the center.

A red leather piano bench is placed in front of the piano, and judging from the traces on it, the stool is often used for sitting.

Also, there are two different sitting marks?
The female writer caressed the bench thoughtfully, then sat down sideways, her fingers jumped on the piano keys, playing a short melody.

There was a sheet of music on the piano stand, she picked it up and looked at it, her eyes narrowed.

There is also her own signature below the sheet music.

Although there is a pianist in the villa, it is not yet certain what the relationship between the pianist and their hosts is.

Thinking of this, the female writer touched the music note brooch on her chest again. Other players have noticed this weirdness, and she will definitely not ignore it.

The pianist looked to be in her twenties, and she didn't look much like the lawyer or her, so it was impossible to confirm whether she was a relative.

If there is her own signature on the score, then it can be sure that this score should be the author's.

The two different sitting marks on the stool mean that at least two people in the villa can play the piano, and they played together not long ago.

Writer and pianist?
However, lawyers and writers are husband and wife, as shown clearly by the photos hanging in the master bedroom.

——She shouldn't have cheated, right?
The female writer had a strange expression, and took out the notebook she carried with her.

There are not many traces in the handbook, and writers should only use it to record life, but rarely read it.

The record on the latest page is a photo of the pianist playing the piano in this room, and the text below is beautiful and gorgeous, all praising the pianist's music for making her feel happy.

Before that, there were several photos of lawyers and writers at the entrance of a concert hall, and then the pianist settled in the villa.

The female writer frowned in thought.

According to the traces of use of this piano, and the behavior of the two of them often going to concerts, she should have been able to play the piano.

The records in the handbook show that the writer seems to have encountered a writing bottleneck recently, and needs to rely on listening to music to inspire inspiration-and then recruited a family pianist.

This makes a little sense.

Although it is still impossible to deny whether she cheated.

The female writer murmured to herself—it wouldn’t make sense if the messy manuscripts in the living room were scattered during the quarrel between her and the lawyer.

So, who was the dead man?
...

...

in the kitchen.

The pianist dipped his fingers in some strawberry jam and ate it, and said, "The blood in the kitchen leads to the dining room. It should be the same person as the pool of blood at the gate."

"If there is more than one victim, it should be that the person concerned ran to the door after discovering the murder in the kitchen, but was caught." The chef put down the kitchen knife and pointed at the bloody handprint at the kitchen door.

"Assault in the kitchen..." The pianist's eyes drifted to the side.

The chef naturally knew the reason, and couldn't help smiling bitterly: "But we can't remember what happened here."

The pianist shrugged.

The moment everyone wakes up, they don't know any other information except their names. This is a puzzle game about amnesia, and the only way to know the answer is to stitch together the clues in the villa.

It was dark outside the windows of the villa, and it was night, and the table clock in the living room pointed to 12:30, exactly the midnight in the preface.

At this time, there was a pleasant piano sound upstairs.

But the sound of the piano only sounded for a short period of time and there was no follow-up. It seemed that the person who played the piano just pressed the keys a few times at random after discovering the piano, and had no intention of playing it.

"There is a piano on it, and I don't know what relationship I have with the master's house." The pianist held his chin in thought, and walked up the stairs.

Looking at the back of the pianist, the chef didn't follow. After looking around the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator.

A stench came over the face.

The blood in the refrigerator did not coagulate under refrigeration, and even kept a certain degree of freshness. After the cabinet door was opened, strands of blood flowed down the edge of the countertop.

It seems that something has been put in it.

……

The spacious living room was in a mess, the pianist walked briskly around the bloodstains on the ground, but when he walked to the gate, he suddenly looked at the bloody handprints and paused.

The pianist looked around, the chef was still in the kitchen, and the others seemed to have gone to the second floor or other places, and there was no one around here now.

So, he walked to the gate, opened his right hand and pressed down on the bloody handprint on the door.

It fits well...

The pianist quickly moved his palm away, turned his head and looked around, but he didn't see anyone paying attention, so he continued to walk towards the spiral staircase with a normal expression.

The spiral staircase of the villa is not S-shaped, but more like a half-moon shape, and the height leading to the second floor is about five or six meters.

The tops of the pillars at both ends of the stair railing are prismatic decorations, carved with beautiful patterns, full of luxury and wealth.

When the pianist walked up the stairs, he inadvertently glanced at the handrail post, and suddenly his eyes were fixed.

The color on the red-painted pillars was a bit dark, and blood was also sprinkled on the floor at the entrance of the stairs. It seemed that someone knocked on the pillars and directly bleed out blood.

If this hits his head, it is unknown whether he will be saved or not.

The pianist stared at the pillar for a while, then turned his head to look at the bloody handprint at the gate, and simulated a picture in his mind.

"A person wanted to run down the second floor in a panic, but accidentally sprained his ankle, rolled and hit the pillar directly, but at this time he still had a little mobility, so he continued to run towards the door."

——Then he was hacked to death by those who were chasing him.

Thinking of this, the pianist unconsciously touched his head.

The distance from the stairway to the gate of the villa is indeed a straight line, and there are no obstacles in the middle, but it doesn't necessarily happen like this.

The pianist walked up the stairs, and when he reached the second floor, he saw the broken vase in the corridor.

[The maid wipes the vase in the villa. 】

Suddenly, this sentence from the preface of the script popped up in the pianist's mind.

(End of this chapter)