There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 156 Serial Shark Criminals

The lawyer went back to his study.

Compared with the master bedroom and the blood-stained living room, he felt that there might be more useful information in the study.

As the owner of the villa, this may be his "site".

The stack of secretly taken photos was looked at by the lawyer again and again, and it was finally confirmed that there were no brooches on the female writer's clothes in the photos.

The female writer didn't always wear the chiffon shirt she was wearing. She wore this dress when she drank tea with the blind girl and the pianist in the garden, and she also wore the same dress when she played with the pianist.

The angle of the photo of the garden is from the side, and it is impossible to see whether the female writer has a brooch on her body, while the angle of the ensemble is from the back, so it is completely invisible.

That means, giving brooches is a recent thing?
Or, was it because of the brooch on the female writer's body last night that the lawyer became murderous?
The lawyer put down the photo and opened another drawer, which contained all his recent work documents.

Most of them were litigation documents and defense documents of some clients. The lawyer read some at random, and then dug out other irrelevant documents in the drawer.

It was the employment contract between the servant and the chef. The servant's contract was a bit old, and he was hired a year earlier than the chef.

The lawyer rummaged through the desk and unfolded the pressed desk calendar. The displayed page was dated in June, and the chef was recruited in May.

It's only been a month.

Wait, what about the pianist's employment contract?

If the pianist is a resident luthier, he should also have a contract.

The lawyer looked for it for a long time, and finally took out the contract that was roughly torn up and crumpled into a ball from the trash can under the desk.

It's a bit worrying about the mental state of this lawyer to be so angry about things that haven't been confirmed yet.

While complaining about himself, the lawyer put together the contract and looked at it.

The contract period with the pianist is half a year, and the other party was also hired in May, a little later than the chef.

The lawyer glanced at the pile of photos.

Doesn't this mean that almost as soon as the pianist is recruited, the lawyer becomes paranoid?

That's right, my wife likes music in the first place, and a handsome young man who knows music and is talented appears, probably everyone will be a little worried.

The lawyer touched the top of his head, and when he glanced at the trash can inadvertently, he took out another newspaper from it.

The newspapers were not treated so roughly, they were just thrown in as waste.

The date above is in June, so it should be the most recent newspaper, and the news recorded are all ordinary people's livelihood events.

The lawyer carefully read every report, and when he felt that there might be no useful information, he glanced at a bulletin about the police in the corner board.

The serial murderer who appeared a month ago has not been found yet.

Since the report is full of journalists mocking the official efficiency, it was carefully stuffed into the corner board.

The perpetrator actually appeared a year ago, during which time at least three female victims had been brutally dismembered, but the police have yet to have any clue as to the identity and whereabouts of the perpetrator.

The lawyer frowned in thought, he wasn't sure if this crime report had anything to do with what happened in the villa.

After all, most script-killing stories themselves involve criminal aspects, and if relevant examples appear in the script, then it is right to pay more attention.

He put the newspaper down for the time being, picked up the trash can, and planned to continue searching to see if there was anything else in it.

At this time, the pianist and female writer who came to seek cooperation came in, and when they looked up, they saw the lawyer was seriously digging through the trash can.

The garbage basket in the study room is usually filled with discarded papers or documents, and it’s actually not that dirty. On the contrary, there may be some good clues—but this picture is so strange.

"What clue did you find?" The pianist came over and asked directly, and looked at his desktop while talking.

The moment the two came in, the lawyer's attention was all in the trash can, and he didn't have time to put everything away.

Looking at the pianist who had only moved into the villa a month ago, the information in the newspaper flashed through the lawyer's mind, with doubts and hesitation.

In the end, the lawyer gestured to the newspaper on the table and tentatively said, "There may be clues to the chaos in the villa. I suspect that a serial murderer got in between us."

"Serial murderer?" The pianist raised his eyebrows and picked up the newspaper.

The lawyer paid attention to his expression, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

As for the female writer next to her, she was in vain attracted by the half-covered photos in the corner with books, and then pulled out all the photos amid the lawyer's uncomfortable expression.

The pianist who was reading the newspaper glanced at it: "Oh, what? Evidence of our cheating?"

Female writer: "..."

The lawyer said awkwardly: "It should be a misunderstanding. I have seen that none of you have done anything out of the ordinary."

The female writer didn't respond, but carefully looked at each photo, focusing on the photo where the blind girl and the pianist all appeared.

Because the protagonists of the candid shots are female writers and pianists, the camera's focus on the blind woman is sometimes blurred, making her seem like a third party who suddenly entered.

but……

The line of sight of the pianist is sometimes strange.

The female writer squinted at the close-up photo.

But in the photos taken secretly from a distance, it is indeed a bit difficult to try to see the eyes and focus of the people in the photos at that time.

"A serial murderer who appeared a year ago and committed the most recent crime a month ago?" At this moment, the pianist, who was focusing on the newspaper again, said thoughtfully.

No wonder the lawyer looked at him strangely just now, obviously suspicious of him as an outsider.

The lawyer who was flipping through the trash can paused, and unfolded a bunch of crumpled newspapers again. The trash can was relatively deep, and there were quite a few balls of paper piled inside.

Not long after, he found three bundles of newspapers.

"Time is always connected, do you have the habit of subscribing to daily newspapers?" the pianist said.

"It should be. After all, it's not surprising that I learn about these things every day with my profession, and writers may sometimes get inspiration for stories by reading newspapers." The lawyer patted the dust on his hands, picked up three crumpled newspapers, and looked at them.

Two daily newspapers and one weekly newspaper.

There was probably no important information, so no section was cut from the newspaper, and it was thrown into the trash can intact.

The lawyer wanted to read the weekly newspaper first, but the pianist quickly got the newspaper in his hands before he did, and began to browse it solemnly.

The corner of the lawyer's mouth twitched.

"Speaking of which, what were you planning to do when you came to see me just now?" He asked suspiciously.

"Pianist, do you like blind girls?"

"The deceased a month ago was a dancer?"

Neither of the two responded to him, but at the same time, the female writer looked suspiciously at the pianist next to her and questioned him, while the pianist frowned while looking at the newspaper in front of her.

The voice fell, and there was silence in the study for a while.

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(End of this chapter)