Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Chapter 183 Suspicion
Clark was awakened by Mirell's sudden scream. He hurried upstairs, and soon saw the shocked Mirele and the butler Valente who arrived first.

Clark smelled the bloody smell in the cold air, and suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart. He walked slowly to the open door of Earl Bluebeard's bedroom. ,shocking.

Earl Bluebeard died tragically on his bed, his entire head was smashed beyond recognition. The murder weapon was a stone sculpture of a strange beast. The handle part of the stone sculpture directly pierced Earl Bluebeard's deformed left eye. The bloody stone sculpture was even more enchanting. Different crazy.

Before he had time to think about why the hidden stone sculpture peeping at the shadows of everything in Kande's room appeared here, Clark, whose head was in chaos and numbness, felt nephrite in his arms, like a frightened little animal, Mi Lyle flung herself into Clark's arms, trembling.

In astonishment, Clark felt cold tears penetrate the clothes on his chest and touch his skin. It seemed that two cold knife points had touched there. He was a little at a loss, but in the end he reached out and patted the beautiful maid's back. Back, hesitate to speak, do not know how to comfort.

Afterwards, the last person living in the castle, Hera the cook, also rushed to Earl Bluebeard's bedroom. After seeing the dead Earl Bluebeard, she was so frightened that her face turned pale and her feet seemed unsteady , and sat down on the ground.

The moment he saw Hera, Clark recalled his secret investigation of the castle last night, and immediately thought that the murderer who killed Earl Bluebeard was probably Hera.

However, Clark did not reveal his identity immediately, because he had no absolutely strong way to prove his identity. He revealed that he was a law enforcement officer who sneaked into the castle to investigate crimes. Players who jump identity are just as silly.

Doing this will not only make you look stupid, but also may attract the attention of the real murderer, who will come to kill him with a high probability, which undoubtedly puts yourself in danger again.

His status as a law enforcement officer in this world is good, but the real Clark doesn't know how to fight. Maybe even the little maid who is afraid of hiding in his arms at this time is more powerful than him.

Looking at Miss Hera, the most beautiful maid in the castle who was sitting on the floor, so frightened that she could not care about her posture, Clark couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Could she really be the murderer? If so, wouldn't her acting skills be too good?
No, her acting skills are indeed very good...at least in front of Earl Bluebeard, when she was in front of people, she never showed any expression or movement of resistance.

Clark had just dropped a little doubt about Hera, but the index of doubt rose back.

Butler Valente was the first to recover from the shock. Although he had always had a paralyzed face, it was difficult to see the other party's actual emotions without looking at his eyes. His eyes became deeper than usual, and his voice became lower. Come down: "From now on, no one is allowed to step into the room."

"I understand that you want to protect the scene of the crime, but now there are only four of us left in the entire castle, do you really think that we will be safe if we leave the scene like this without investigating?" Clark first denied After hearing what Valente said, facing Valente's cold eyes, he secretly drummed in his heart, but still stared at him forcefully, "This blizzard is estimated to last for a long time, do you think it can be done in such a brutal way?" The murderer who killed Earl Bluebeard will leave a scene that is likely to leave evidence of his crime and leave it alone until the weather clears, will the law enforcement officer come?
impossible!And I'm sure the murderer will deal with his criminal evidence in a more extreme way. If we can't find out the real murderer first, there will continue to be victims among us until we all die! "

Butler Valente raised his voice, with a trace of anger in his voice, and said, "How can you assume that the murderer will commit another murder!?"

Clark pointed to the stone sculpture in the corpse's eye, and said, "Seeing such a murder method, do you really think the murderer would be a normal person? So, I'm sorry, Butler Valente, I can't listen to you." order, and while I may not be 'professional', I don't want to sit still."

As he spoke, Clark took another step back, "Of course, I know your concerns, so we took turns to investigate. When one person investigates, the rest of us follow him and watch him. Everything he finds must be We have to show it to us, so that we can investigate the scene and protect the scene from damage as much as possible, what do you think?"

Valente's face was gloomy, and he stared at Clark, but the focus of his eyes was not always on Clark, and it could be seen that he was thinking.

At this moment, Miller, who was curled up in Clark's arms, said, "I... I think what Mr. Clark said... makes sense."

Valente frowned, and just looked at Miller, Hera, who had been absent for a long time, also calmed down and regained some reason, saying: "I agree with Mr. Clark's proposal, I think it is the right choice, Valente gentlemen."

Seeing that the three people in front of him vetoed his words, Valente's expression became even more unfriendly, but his dark eyes just swept back and forth on the faces of the three people for a while, and he let go, saying: "Okay, let us follow the etiquette , follow the advice of the guest, Mr. Clark."

This remark seemed to be submissive and compromised, and it also showed the hospitality etiquette of a noble butler, but Clark understood the deep meaning in Valente's words.

Emphasizing that he is a guest, how unqualified he is to be a guest who dares to give orders to others in other people's homes. In addition, he secretly reminded the two maids that he is an outsider, and one came to the castle for the first time. The next day, the master died at home, the disaster star.

Regardless of motives, Clark knew that he was equally suspicious if he simply considered his identity. After all, in terms of identity, he was not from the Earl's Castle, and he was the least close person to Earl Bluebeard.

"Investigator, who will be the first?" Hera took a deep breath and looked at everyone.

"Mr. Valente, please." Clark looked at Valente.

Valente snorted softly, "No, you are a guest, so please invite me first, Mr. Clark."

"Okay." Hearing this, Clark agreed directly.

Unexpectedly, Clark skipped the buck-passing link directly, and his eccentric "modestness" gave the other party the upper hand, and he suddenly became inexplicably irritable.

(End of this chapter)