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Chapter 155 The First Dead

Corridor on the second floor.

The pianist chased after the female writer who turned and left, and asked, "Where are you going?"

The female writer said without looking back: "Go and ask my husband what he found."

The pianist stopped suddenly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Is the cooperation dead so soon?

But after a while, the female writer also stopped, turned her head and said helplessly: "The reason you speculated for me just now is indeed not without purpose, but now there is still no key evidence."

"If we have an instrument that can be used, we can actually test the blood directly." The pianist said regretfully.

"Don't think about it, it's better to start reviewing what happened that night now." I wonder if what happened in front of the blind girl's room just now affected her, and the female writer seemed a little impatient.

"Got to figure out where we were?"

"Correct."

The female writer responded, turned and walked to another corridor, and the pianist continued to follow after seeing this.

Just as they turned away, the dancer led Xu Shuo up the spiral staircase and turned towards the piano room.

Xu Shuo paused for a moment, looked at the corridor over there, but didn't say anything.

The piano room was built at the corner of the villa. It was probably built as another bedroom, so it is very spacious, and the attic is the space separated by the distance between its ceiling and the sloping top.

The stairs leading to the attic are on the side of the piano room.

……

The balcony on the second floor of the villa is open-air. When you open the door, you will see a dark sky without any stars or moonlight.

The only light is the electric light in the villa. The warm yellow light shone on the balcony, and the potted plants placed on the ground could not see the slightest vitality, as if they were shrouded in a layer of black mist.

A swing chair is placed on the left side of the balcony, and a small white round table and high stool are placed in the center. The decoration is more casual.

"The last record in your handbook is to have a candlelight dinner here?" the pianist said thoughtfully.

"Eating dinner, listening to music, and taking pictures." The female writer said: "The distance from here to the piano room is about 2 minutes of normal walking."

"If the candlelit dinner really happened last night, then I was playing the piano?"

"Well, because I have been unable to figure it out, if you were all there at the time, no matter how you think about it, you wouldn't let me quarrel with the lawyer to the point of fighting?" The female writer frowned.

"What if I miss you too?" The pianist guessed boldly.

But it is not so much guessing as it is thinking outside the box.

The female writer ignored him, walked to the edge of the balcony and looked at the abyss-like darkness below, and then said: "I can have time to take pictures and write notes, so it should be after dinner, and the servants may come to the second floor at this time Clear the table."

The pianist remembered the rag that the servant was still holding when they woke up earlier.

In fact, at that time, after the pianist reached out to turn on the light, he found the red cufflinks on his sleeves, which were as eye-catching as the musical note brooch on the chest of the female writer.

So he took it down.

Besides the cufflinks, he actually has an unfinished sheet music. He was probably playing the piano when the accident happened?

"At this time, there may be me and the lawyer after dinner, you in the piano room, and the cleaning maid on the second floor." The female writer continued.

"Choose one of the three classics?" the pianist said with a twitch.

"It's unclear what the blind girl, the dancer, and the chef were doing at the time." The female writer frowned.

"On the second floor, the only place where blood remains is the smashed vases in the corridor and the handrail pillars of the stairs." The pianist looked at her with a serious look.

"Yes, then, according to your previous guess, was I killed by the stone or by the fall?"

It's not that the female writer doesn't want to find out the cause of her death quickly, but there are too many people who died in this villa. Among the many causes of death, what if you are the most unlikely cause of death?
You thought you were stoned to death, but in fact you were shot.

You thought you fell to your death, but in fact you were dismembered.

The pianist suddenly said, "Did you bring a pen?"

The female writer took a look at him, took out her pocketbook, took out the pen stuck in the binder ring, and handed him the book and the pen.

The pianist took it, opened the last page to write and draw for a while, and finally showed her the page.

[On the many modes of death of man:
【①He was smashed in the head by a vase.

[②The head hit the sharp cone of the handrail of the stairs and fell to death.

【③ Cut the carotid artery.

【④ Shooting.

【⑤ Divide the body. 】

The names of female writers are recorded below ① and ②.

The pianist said: "This is the murder scene we have discovered so far, so we can simply use the method of elimination to find out the cause of death of other people, and we can probably guess our own."

The female writer looked closely at the records on the page, squinting slightly: "Why do you think you are number three?"

The guy wrote his name under ③.

The pianist's face remained unchanged: "The lawyer's previous speculation is also reasonable, but in fact, you and I, as well as the lawyer himself, may be number three."

Among all the people, the 1.6-meter blind girl is the shortest, followed by the dancer; the tallest is the 1.8-meter-five male servant, followed by the tall and strong chef.

The pianist and the female writer are in the middle, and indeed the most likely to be the dead in that blood-splattered pose, but the lawyers are not much different in height.

But when he speculated before, the lawyer automatically excluded himself.

Either they deliberately ignored their own death and shifted the blame, or the other party had already grasped other valid clues.

Pianists prefer the latter.

The female writer nodded after hearing the words: "Okay, let's think so for now. Now, shall we talk to other people? But because of the speculation about the 'murderer' just now, it is estimated that everyone will not be willing to tell the truth about themselves now." .”

What she didn't say was that she felt that everyone was suspected of murder.

The pianist shrugged: "It's inevitable. Let's go and find your husband first. He seems to have been staying on the second floor."

The two turned and left the balcony. The female writer glanced at the darkness that had spread to the balcony railing outside, and frowned uncomfortably.

……

Walking in the slightly dimly lit corridor, the female writer suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, why didn't you mention the blind girl?"

No one recorded the mode of death of No. ④.

The pianist looked at the ledger and thought, and said casually, "You don't really think that a blind girl will just sit there obediently and be shot?"

The woman writer did not speak.

"No matter how limited a person's mobility is, he will do something when his life is threatened, unless that person wants to die." The pianist said slowly: "What's more, the hearing of blind people is very good. She doesn't necessarily know that someone is dealing with her."

"..."

The female writer was noncommittal, but she heard another meaning—suicide.

(End of this chapter)