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Chapter 154 The Attic
That's pretty much the same thing as the female writer.

Seeing this, the expression on the female writer's face suddenly became even more astonished, and she stared at him incredulously: "What do you mean, it means that we have cheated on us soon, and even have tokens of love?!"

"Hey, don't get excited."

The pianist shoved the note cufflinks back into his pocket in embarrassment, and continued, "Maybe this is a gift from someone else?"

The female writer frowned slightly, but she quickly thought of another person who often appeared in the journal later: "Blind girl?"

"Yes." The pianist nodded.

"But I haven't seen anything like that on a blind girl." The female writer rested her chin in thought.

"You haven't seen it on me either," the pianist said.

"..."

But after thinking about the doll collar dress worn by the blind girl, it doesn't look like it has pockets to put it in.

The reason why the pianist guessed this way was that neither of them felt that they were having an affair, and that the relationship between the three of them was a little subtle as recorded in the handbook.

In the hearts of female writers who are dedicated to seeking inspiration, the status of a pianist may be similar to that of a blind girl, because her arrival gave female writers inspiration for their creation.

More importantly, what the blind girl said when he was playing the piano earlier.

Not only was the dancer's behavior a bit strange at the time, he felt that the blind woman's reaction was also a bit puzzling.

"Although she is also in my handbook records, it is basically certain that she is not a 'murderer', but I always think she is weird." The female writer frowned and said softly: "You don't really think that she said in the living room before Is your 'so-called impression' completely believable?"

"I don't know if what she said is credible, but I find that you don't trust anyone." The pianist spread her hands.

"No way, we have no memory." The female writer was noncommittal.

"Unfortunately, if the dancer hadn't been pestering her, maybe the three of us could cooperate in the investigation." The pianist said.

"You don't trust dancers?"

The pianist didn't speak, but raised his finger to the ceiling of the piano room.

Although the villa has only two floors, for this kind of duplex structure, the owner usually designs the space under the sloping roof as an attic, which is usually used for leisure and wind collection, or as a private storage room.

[In the attic, the tapping footsteps interweave a requiem, dancing freely in this silent world. 】

There are still many guest rooms in the villa, but why do dancers live in the attic?
Maybe it wasn't necessarily where she lived, but anyway, that place must be her territory in the villa.

This place is really a bit weird.

The female writer looked up at the ceiling with a twinkle in her eyes, and said, "What happened up there?"

The pianist shook his hand, but did not respond to her question, and instead said, "We can't go directly to the blind girl to get information, let's just go to her room and have a look, if she didn't bring something with her, it might be in the room .”

The female writer looked at him suspiciously: "You don't just want to find an excuse to go to other people's room, do you?"

In the final analysis, those words just now were nothing more than their guesses and compilations.

……

Finally, the two came to the door of the blind woman's room.

The blind girl's room was close to the spiral staircase. After walking out of the piano room, the pianist looked furtively down the corridor, but there was no one in the living room.

"They are in the kitchen now." The female writer said helplessly.

"Hey, what a shame if you get caught doing it." The pianist laughed.

"The lawyer and I have seen this room before, and there is nothing superfluous." The female writer stood beside her and gestured to him at the reddish-brown door panel in front of her.

"Looking and searching are two ways."

While talking, the pianist had already put his hand on the doorknob, but he quickly withdrew his hand when he saw the coldness.

The reddish-brown door panel in front of it was unremarkable, the same style as every guest room in the villa, but the pianist's complexion turned a little strange in vain.

He stared blankly at the door in front of him, his concentrated eyes seemed to penetrate the door panel and saw the scene inside.

The female writer waited for a while, but she didn't see the door open, so she couldn't help turning her head in doubt: "What's wrong?"

"Cough." The pianist lowered his head, looked at the dark crack of the door that was close to the floor, and said in a strange tone, "Why don't you open it?"

As he spoke, he took a few steps back and gave way.

The female writer looked at him a little strangely: "What's the point of opening the door?"

While talking, she also took a step to the door, but just when the female writer raised her hand to press the doorknob, she suddenly paused.

No, what's the point of opening a door?
The female writer suddenly turned her head to look at the pianist behind her, her sharp eyes looked at him from top to bottom, her brows were slightly frowned.

The pianist blinked: "What's the matter? You open it, haven't you already gone in and looked at it before, I thought about it, as a man, I don't feel too embarrassed to open the door of other girls' rooms."

After staring at him for a while, the female writer sneered, turned and walked away from the blind girl's room, and the sound of high-heeled shoes landing went away.

The pianist looked at her receding back with some regret, and then turned to the door in front of her.

He couldn't tell what it was like, but he felt that if he opened this door, he would face an abyss!
This disgusting malice is so obvious that it is better to leave it to others to face it.

...

...

Kitchen on the first floor.

The dancer is supporting the girl and carefully explaining the bloody scene in the kitchen to her.

At this time, as if sensing something, the dancer looked up to the second floor imperceptibly, with a weird smile on his lips.

"What's wrong?" Xu Shuo asked out loud.

"Huh?" The dancer paused.

"You just said that the refrigerator is weird." Xu Shuo said, holding a cane in his right hand and gently propping it on the ground.

"Oh, let me open it for you to have a look!"

The dancer came to his senses and opened the door of the refrigerator with great interest. Immediately, the blood that had been accumulated inside dripped down again, immediately staining the surface of the refrigerator with bloodstains.

The blood that flowed to the ground continued to spread, the dancer supported Xu Shuo to hide beside him, and was careful not to let the blood on his skirt.

"Let me tell you, there are horrible things like heads, organs, and bodies inside!" The dancer said in a nervous tone.

"is it?"

Xu Shuo reached out his hand to touch the things inside, but the hand that was outstretched in the air was caught by the other party.

The dancer smiled and said, "It's so dirty, don't touch it."

Xu Shuo withdrew his hand and asked, "Is it a man or a woman?"

"Women."

"How big?"

"Hiss, B?"

"...I mean, how old is she?"

"You can't see it."

Facing the empty refrigerator, the dancer thought about it and said, "But the corpses are short of catties, and a lot of them should have been eaten. I think the murderer kept them in the refrigerator, and he plans to continue eating them in the future."

"She's so pitiful." Xu Shuoyou said, turning his head to face the door: "I've finished looking at the kitchen, let's go to other places as well."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Attic."

(End of this chapter)