There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 147 Wrong!

There are tables between the walls of the corridor for decorations, and the vase is broken near the spiral staircase. Judging from the blocks, the vase is about forty centimeters high.

The pianist picked up a tile, and saw traces of red blood in the water stains dripping on the floor.

The reason why this vase is broken here is because someone threw it at someone?

At the same time, the simulated picture in his mind gradually became clear-the victim was attacked by a vase in the stairwell, so he fell down the stairs and hit the prismatic pillar, and then ran to the door.

Now, the bloodstains left in the kitchen can prove that there has been one victim, and the bloodstains at the gate can thus confirm the second victim, and there is also a large pool of bloodstains on the coffee table in the living room, perhaps a third person.

Judging from the huge amount of bleeding, all three of them should have died.

However, there is only one "ghost" in this script...

wrong!

The task only said to find out the "ghosts" in the story, but did not specify how many there were.

The pianist stared at the fragments of the vase and fell into deep thought. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from beside him: "Speaking of which, this vase seems to be the only one in the whole villa. It must be a very expensive item, right?"

The pianist turned his head and saw the dancer in a fiery red dress.

The age of the dancer did not seem very old, about eighteen or nineteen years old, her graceful figure was outlined by the fishtail dress, and the fiery red color was very eye-catching.

She had a messy bun on her head, and a strand of hair fell down randomly on her forehead, and she smiled playfully.

It was this style that suddenly appeared from behind, which really caught people off guard.

When did it get close...

The pianist stood up calmly, holding a vase tile in his hand, and said with a smile: "I can't understand this kind of artwork either, maybe it's an antique."

The dancer pursed her lips and smiled lightly, took the tile from his hand, stroked the smooth pattern of the tile, and said slowly, "It's so clean, it must be wiped every day."

"Maybe." The pianist just responded casually.

He didn't answer, and after casually looking at the layout of the second floor, he turned and walked towards the room where he heard the piano sound just now.

The dancer looked at his back and just smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.

The lights in the villa are bright and the space is spacious. Except for the mess and shocking bloodstains everywhere, there is not much eerie place.

A gorgeous crystal chandelier is hung on the ceiling above the spiral staircase, and the crystal and flickering light is projected on the painted red steps.

The dancer swayed her fiery red dress, walked to the railing, and leaned over to look down.

...

...

12:30 midnight.

The maid's room is on the first floor, near the kitchen and laundry room, so it's easy to find.

And just as everyone else was scattered to look for clues, the male servant went back to the high cabinet in the living room and took out the revolver that had been left there when he came out.

He was wearing a vest suit that fitted his body, and his trousers couldn't block the shape of the revolver at all, so he had to take them out first.

The male servant looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he pulled out the magazine and looked at the bullets.

Of the six bullet slots, one was missing.

Just don't know where to use it.

The male servant put the pistol back into his pocket, intending to go back to the room to hide it, but when he passed by the sofa, his eyes suddenly caught something.

Under the coffee table, something seemed to be shining.

After thinking about it, the maid went back to the maid's room on the first floor, took out the revolver and hid it under the mattress, and then returned to the living room.

He lay down on the ground and squeezed out a bullet from the gap about three centimeters wide under the coffee table.

The metal-colored bullet body is about 25mm in length, and the black bullet has been slightly damaged, which has been used.

Since it fell on the sofa in the living room, the pool of blood next to it was probably left by the person who was attacked by bullets. The direction of blood spraying was from the sofa to the ground.

The male servant looked back at the sofa, imitating the posture of the victim in his mind.

The direction of the shot was on the right, so it may be that the murderer shot the person on the sofa after finishing the person who was trying to escape from the villa at the gate.

In the shape of bloodstains, one cluster was sprayed from the edge of the sofa to the ground, and the other pool was flowing from the other side of the sofa to the ground.

The victim's posture at the time should have been sitting or standing next to the sofa. After being killed, he fell to the other side, which led to the appearance of two pools of blood.

Wait, that's not right...

The male servant was suddenly confused, why did the victim on the sofa sit obediently and wait to be killed?

Moreover, the positions of these three bloodstains in the living room are so strange...

While he was thinking hard, there were footsteps coming this way.

The male servant subconsciously wanted to hide the bullet, but after thinking about something, he gave up covering it up and stood up generously holding the bullet.

Coming over is the cook.

"Huh? Did you find anything?" The chef asked with a smile, and the smile on his fat face looked very kind.

"You came just in time. I found this, but I just don't know what it is." The male servant spread his hand, and the used bullet was lying on the palm.

The chef's face changed slightly, he took the bullet from his hand and looked at it seriously, and said, "This means that the murderer is holding a gun. It is very likely that the gun is still in the villa."

With guns and without guns, but two levels of combat effectiveness.

The male servant also nodded seriously, showing a worried expression in conjunction with it, as if he was very melancholy about the future.

"By the way, how is your investigation going?" the male servant asked curiously.

"There should be a victim in the kitchen, but there are only blood and remaining traces of murder. There are no extra clues to guess what happened." The chef sighed.

"Actually, I suspect that there is more than one murderer." The male servant stared at the chef, and said his speculation solemnly: "Could it be a robbery?"

"But there didn't seem to be many signs of struggle and fighting at the scene, and basically none of the valuables were lost." The chef said, pointing to the various treasures on the high cabinet.

"Hiss, then what happened here?" The male servant thought hard again.

——So who is the murderer?
It's not him anyway.

He knows nothing and just happens to get a gun.

...

...

In addition to the bedroom and the piano room on the second floor, there is also a huge study next to the master bedroom.

As the owner of the villa, there is a high probability that the user of this study room will be the lawyer himself.

But this study room is really spacious. Not only does it have a coffee table and sofa for entertaining guests, it also has a secret door connected to the cloakroom of the master bedroom. The study room has its own bathroom, which seems to be full of life.

There are two desks placed in different positions, separated only by a screen.

A writer's profession, working hours and working locations are relatively flexible, and a lawyer is not a profession that requires frequent travel.

So both of them work in the same study?

Even the office locations are not separated. It can be seen that the two have frequent exchanges and their relationship should be relatively good.

Thinking in his heart, the lawyer walked behind the desk with a relatively calm and simple style, and opened the drawer casually to look.

There was a sealed file bag inside, but it had been opened.

The lawyer paused, picked up the file bag and dumped it. He thought it would be litigation documents or something, but a stack of photos was dumped out of it.

The owner of the photo is a female writer.

With a relaxed smile on her face, the female writer is sitting in the garden drinking tea, and the place where her eyes fall is not the camera, but the pianist sitting opposite her.

Even, this photo looks like it was taken secretly.

There is even a stack of photos like this!
In various scenes in the garden, or on the sofa in the villa, or on the dinner table, there are all pictures of female writers and pianists. Although the two do not seem to have much physical contact, they also seem to have a good conversation Change.

The female writer's smile is really beautiful!
The lawyer's face became strange. He continued to look through the photos, and finally saw a back view of the two sitting on the same stool in the piano room.

This scene is a little more intimate.

lawyer:"……"

So, is he green?
The lawyer couldn't help touching his head, feeling as if his green cap was being buttoned off, and suddenly he felt unwell.

He hastily put away the photos and threw them into a drawer, trying to keep out of sight.

But after a while, he took it out again and continued to look through it.

However, since the "lawyer" has collected these things, it means that he has already guessed in his heart that his wife is having an affair with the pianist, so will he do anything about it?

After all, no man would be able to bear this kind of thing, right?

Will he kill someone?
...

...

The midnight clock ticked forward.

The players more or less found some clues in the villa, and even harvested key props.

Only Xu Shuoan stayed quietly in his room, fumbled through most of the urban love story—although the book was not thick, he found that blind people could read very quickly.

This book is quite interesting. The love story of redemption between a border town painter and a wandering female white-collar worker is a story full of artistry.

Xu Shuo closed the book and listened attentively, another melodious piano piece came from the piano room.

His room is near the spiral staircase, next to the piano room.

In fact, when the pianist walked up to the second floor, Xu Shuo had already heard slight footsteps and the slight voice of two people talking.

The blind woman's hearing was stronger than he thought.

The contours of the fingers jumping on the keys seem to be transmitted along with the sound of the piano, but his knowledge of music is not very high, and he only heard it when he heard the climax. .

Unlike the people who just pressed the keys casually, the people in the piano room played seriously this time.

Xu Shuo listened quietly for a while, but suddenly there was a knock on the door without warning.

"Sister, are you asleep?" the dancer's cheerful voice sounded outside the door.

Xu Shuo thought for a while, put the books back in the drawer, got up and groped along the guide bricks to the door, and unlocked the door.

Before he could take the initiative to open the door, the people outside seemed to hear the sound of the lock being unlocked, and pushed the doorknob and rushed in.

He hastily took two steps back, but the visitor also took two steps forward, and Xu Shuo immediately smelled a faint fragrance.

I can't tell what the scent is, but I feel a little stuffy in my nose.

The dancer grabbed his shoulders with both hands, leaned close to his ear and said mysteriously, "Sister, I found something interesting!"

　For today's single chapter, let me first understand the rhythm of this script.The outline has been sorted out, but suddenly I feel that the rhythm is a bit off.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)