There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 151 Finally Assuming We Are All Dead
"He's got more than strawberry jam on his clothes."

In the piano room on the second floor, the dancer put his finger on his chin, looking contemplative: "And the trace of blood in the restaurant is connected to the kitchen. It can be guessed that the chef transferred the person to the restaurant to hide after killing the person!"

The pianist was stunned: "But the restaurant is clean, there is no place to hide people."

"Is this important?" The dancer raised his eyebrows: "As long as you know that he killed someone, he looks like Maitreya Buddha, and he hides a knife in his smile."

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The reasoning was so perfect that the three of them fell silent, and then it suddenly dawned on them that the dancer's so-called someone in his heart was actually all farting!
It's completely entertaining them!

Xu Shuo said in a timely manner: "Why don't we go down and have a look together."

The lawyer shook his head helplessly: "Go on, it's useless for us to guess here, it's better to think of a solution together."

The dancer instantly withdrew his detective appearance just now, stepped forward with a smile and grabbed the girl's hand again: "Sister, I will help you."

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Self-indulgence can't solve the problem, so when the two of them were discussing in the living room, the five people who finished the discussion upstairs also came down.

Two in the morning.

The seven people who woke up two hours ago and lost their memory gathered together again. In the luxurious and wealthy villa, blood was scattered on the ground, and bloody handprints were printed on the door. It was a mess.

The dancer supported Xu Shuo to sit on the clean sofa, while several other people were sitting or standing around the living room. Two of them secretly looked at the lawyer and female writer, and four secretly looked at the chef.

"I don't know if everyone has found any clues? We just wander around like this and don't have a clue. Why don't we talk about our thoughts first." The lawyer stood against the cabinet and said calmly.

"First of all, there are so many bloodstains in the villa, let's not guess who the murderer is, but someone must have died!" the female writer said firmly.

"There is a bullet in the living room, which has already been used." The male servant said first, and raised the bullet.

The small metal slug reflected a cold glow under the light.

Then the bullet was touched by everyone in turn.

Finally, the bullet passed into the lawyer's hands, and he rubbed the slightly worn bullet with a strange expression on his face.

He could naturally think of questions that both the chef and the maid could think of. If there was anyone in the villa who could hold a gun, it would be him, the owner, who had the greatest chance.

However, it doesn't necessarily come from the outside.

"Have you found the gun?" asked the authoress.

The male servant shook his head: "There is no gun. I found the bullet under the table. Depending on the situation, it is likely that the person who was sitting or standing by the sofa was killed."

As he spoke, he pointed to the cluster of blood splattered on the edge of the sofa.

The chef continued: "Besides the scattered manuscripts, there was no sign of a fight on the sofa. That person didn't seem to put up much resistance and was obediently shot."

The pianist sneered: "But how could someone be killed standing there?"

After saying this, he suddenly paused.

Everyone also thought of something, and Qiqi turned to look at the blind girl who was sitting on the sofa neatly and quietly as if she was a virgin.

If there was really anyone present who couldn't dodge and resist, it might be her alone.

Although Xu Shuo couldn't see them turning their heads, he could feel six fiery gazes. Thinking about what the chef and the pianist said just now, it was not difficult for him to guess what everyone was thinking.

but……

He didn't feel like he was dead either.

On the surface, a blind woman who can't see anything/can't take care of herself/lives under the fence/can only survive with fear, who will have an enmity with whom?

Unless the murderer found out that there was another witness after killing someone, so he solved it smoothly.

Oops...seems to make sense!

But these alone do not prove it!
So Xu Shuo raised his head in a daze, and faced the direction of the voice: "What's wrong? Why don't you talk anymore?"

The dancer's laughing voice came quickly: "We are thinking about it—in this case, let's confirm that there is a dead person who was shot, then let's move on to the second one, what about the bloody handprints on the door?"

The lawyer looked towards the door and squinted his eyes slightly: "The handprint left behind has slender fingers, and the degree of inclination is probably like this—"

He raised his hand to demonstrate, and then said: "Also, the blood sprayed on the door is likely to be a ruptured neck artery, so judging from the posture in which he was attacked at that time, the victim's height is about 1.7 meters five. "

There are only two people of this height here, a female writer and a pianist.

The female writer is tall, about the same size after wearing high heels, and the pianist is half a head taller than the female writer.

The atmosphere became delicate again.

The pianist moved the fingertips of his right hand casually hanging by his side, but his expression remained the same, and he even began to think deeply, completely ignoring the eyes of the people around him.

"Okay, now it's confirmed that there is a second deceased whose carotid artery was cut, what about the kitchen?" It was the dancer who took the initiative to conclude again, and then turned his attention to the kitchen.

"Judging from the amount of bleeding and chaos in the kitchen..." The male servant said with a strange expression, "The deceased should have been dismembered."

This is probably the worst person to die.

Therefore, it cannot be blamed that they suspected the chef of the murder.

After any case occurs, the suspect who bears the brunt will be the person in charge of the site.

The chef had already sighed helplessly for countless times, and said, "It is true that the knives and the sink in the kitchen have been used, but I think this matter has yet to be considered."

"Ham, don't be nervous, we are just counting the dead now, regardless of who the murderer is." The dancer waved his hand.

"You're talking like I'm the murderer." The chef twitched his lips.

However, he didn't really care too much. Anyway, the way to end the script this time is not to find the murderer, and the task is not to hide the evidence of his murder.

At this time, the pianist thought about it and said, "After talking about the first floor, let me also talk about the discovery on the second floor."

He raised his hand and signaled everyone to go down the spiral staircase, and then said: "The vase in the corridor on the second floor was broken, and I also found blood on the pillars of the stairs. Is there a possibility that someone died in that place? ?”

If it hits the head, besides the situation of struggling to get up, there is another result, which is to be killed on the spot.

The decoration on the stair handrail is a prismatic cone. If it is not connected with the bloody handprint on the door, the pianist thinks that the other party is more likely to die on the spot.

As for the vase, it was cleaned by the male servant, not to mention that description appeared in the preface of the script.

Everyone turned to look at him.

Therefore, the male servant and chef who were trying to separate themselves from each other before are now suspected of murder!

What's more, there are now four dead.

So where is the body?
On the sofa, Xu Shuo quietly listened to the voices of several people, and described the situation in the hall in his mind, and also connected the clues to describe the situation at that time.

The girl suddenly said: "Then, let's assume another situation, if we all have a chance of becoming the dead..."

(End of this chapter)