There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 148 The Emotional Life of a Female Writer
"actually……"

The dancer leaned his head close to his ear, and the cool breath spread on his skin.

She said mysteriously: "I found out that there is a problem with the relationship between the lawyer and the writer!"

Xu Shuo: "..."

Listening to what you say is like listening to nonsense.

She made it so mysterious, Xu Shuo thought that there would be some reliable clues for the two to investigate together, and that was the result.

This news is not useless, but it is not very useful either.

And compared to the fact that the dancer came to share clues, Xu Shuo felt that this person was entertaining himself—he would never misjudge this feeling.

Xu Shuo hesitated and said, "Probably not, maybe it's just because they have lost their memory now, so it seems that their relationship is not very good."

The dancer looked at him with a smile, and instead of talking about this topic, asked, "What is my sister doing in the room?"

"I wanted to rest, but I couldn't fall asleep anyway, so I just read a book." Xu Shuo moved away as he spoke, and the dancer helped him into the room.

"What book?" the dancer asked enthusiastically, "Can you still read?"

"Not your kind of book."

Xu Shuo smiled, and calmly broke away from the dancer's support, walked to the desk, opened the drawer and took out the top book.

The dancer stood next to him, looking down, he saw a few books and an electronic tablet in the drawer.

The cover of the book that was taken out was a beautiful hand-painted painting, and the title of the cover was inlaid with small diamonds, which were not inlaid according to the strokes of the font, but had its special rules.

The dancer seemed to realize something, took the heavy but not very thick book and opened it, and sure enough, she couldn't understand anything in the book.

This braille book is quite exquisitely made, and the reason why it is heavy is that the "braille characters" in it are all beautiful small diamonds. Even if blind people cannot appreciate this beauty, it is still inlaid with colorful diamonds.

It doesn't look like it was published by a publishing house, but it looks like it was customized by a private person.

"The story is very interesting, but it seems to be only half written." Xu Shuo said.

"Sister just said that this is an urban love story? Can you tell me about it? After all, I can't understand it now." The dancer put the book back in his hand and said enthusiastically.

"sure."

Xu Shuo raised the corner of his mouth, sat on the bed, opened the pages of the book and stroked those little diamonds, and explained to her in detail while recalling the plot of the story.

The dancer pushed the chair next to the table and seemed to sit next to her, and would respond a few times from time to time, but the place where the sound came from would occasionally shift a small distance.

Her footsteps were very, very light, Xu Shuo couldn't hear her even if she was close at hand.

But when she touched other things, even with very small movements, the sound waves spread slowly.

"Speaking of which, is the protagonist a painter who pursues art and a hard-working strong woman?" the dancer asked suddenly.

"Right." Xu Shuo nodded.

"When I helped the writer pick up the manuscript on the ground, I saw a little content. There is also the role of the painter in it. Could it be the follow-up of this novel?" the dancer said.

"Did that sister write this novel?" Xu Shuo asked in a questioning tone.

Afterwards, the dancer didn't speak any more, and Xu Shuo felt the other party's approach again, and his breath hit his ear.

The dancer smiled and said, "Actually, if you are in an adopted relationship, you should call that woman 'Mom'...something~"

Xu Shuo: "..."

This bad taste is comparable to the convulsed Pei Sheng.

Xu Shuo pretended not to hear it, and turned his head to look outside the door: "The sound of the piano stopped? I don't know who is playing the piano, it sounds very nice."

"Ah, it's the pianist, I saw him go over there, but I didn't expect him to remember how to play even though he lost his memory." Halfway through the speech, the dancer smiled inexplicably: "The writer is also in the piano room. "

Xu Shuo nodded. He had heard the sound of high heels before, and the first melody should have been randomly pressed by the female writer.

Immediately afterwards, the dancer added: "They may have been playing together just now, the pianist and the writer. And you didn't see, the writer still has a very delicate note brooch pinned to his clothes."

Xu Shuo: "Really..."

You just cling to people's feelings and don't let go.

Now—the cook, the servant, the lawyer, the female writer, the blind girl, and finally the pianist, all traces of their existence in the villa have a rough outline, so what role does the dancer play in this?
There is a piano in the villa. In addition to using it for yourself, the host may also invite a pianist. What about the dancers?

Do the local tyrants here like to watch dancing while listening to the piano?
What a life of simplicity and luxury.

Xu Shuo tapped his cane on the floor twice, stood up and said, "I wanted to rest but I couldn't sleep anyway, why don't you take me out for a walk?"

The dancer happily rushed up and hugged his arm, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll take you to the piano room!"

It's really a rivalry with the feelings of female writers.

After the two left, the lights in the room were turned off. In the silent darkness, a strange and sinuous pattern gradually appeared on the off-white wall, emitting a glistening red light in the darkness.

At one o'clock in the morning, the villa was still brightly lit.

...

...

A study next to the master bedroom.

The lawyer had a strange face, and looked through dozens of photos, trying to find clues from them.

The reason why this hat has not been put on is because he rationally discovered that although the female writer is often alone with the pianist, and the conversation between the two seems to be very pleasant, they have not made any outrageous actions.

The only thing that was a little more intimate was sitting together and playing piano music together.

In the photo, the blind girl also appeared several times. The three of them were sitting in the garden drinking tea and reading a book, as if they were talking about something.

The candid shot should be on the second floor of the villa. From the overlooking angle, after being blocked by the branches, only the female writer can be seen leaning over to read the manuscript to the pianist sitting opposite.

The heads of the two are very close at this angle, but there is also a blind woman sitting beside her who is also leaning her head sideways, so it is impossible to make an outrageous move no matter how you think about it.

However, a blood-red horizontal line was drawn in the middle of the photo.

The photo of the ensemble was also crossed horizontally, separating the female writer and the pianist in the middle. The horizontal line almost tore the entire photo. From the handwriting, it can be seen how hard the person involved was!

Therefore, the "lawyer" is basically sure that his wife has an affair with someone else!

And this handwriting is still a bit new, it should have been drawn not long ago.

After reading these, the lawyer put down the photos helplessly, and continued to search for clues in the drawer, but after that, there were not many useful clues. The only thing related to the villa was the female writer.

The lawyer frowned and thought, if his "key target" this time is a female writer...

At this time, a melodious and pleasant piano performance came from outside.

　The role of seven people is too much for me, so I won't write about so many people next time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)