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Jiayin pointed to the bottom of the door, where a European-style envelope was tucked away.

Normally, seeing someone slip a letter like this would be interpreted as someone outside the room wanting to leave a message for someone inside. So this letter should be a private letter for Eiwa and her husband, and their servants shouldn't have thought much of it. But this European-style envelope, just like the one Maria took out last night that startled everyone, is the kind of envelope that Ushiromiya Kinzo uses.

"No mistake, it's the envelope the master used."

"Or else."

Although it was an envelope from Kinzo Ushiromiya, the letter Maria read aloud last night was not written by Kinzo Ushiromiya. Genji knocked on the door even harder and shouted loudly.

"Miss Eyu, Miss Eyu. This is Genji. Are you in your room? Please answer me, Miss Eyu."

But there was no response from inside the room.

When calling guests for a meal, there are occasional situations where guests are sleeping too soundly to get up.

In situations like this, one should leave a note discreetly indicating that the servant had come to request her presence. Genji, however, did not do so. He pounded on the door and shouted Eiha's name, but received no response.

Jia Yin pressed her ear against the door, holding her breath and listening intently to the sounds inside the room.

"I can hear what sounds like a TV program, but it doesn't sound like anyone's there. Maybe no one's in the room."

Genji took out a handkerchief, carefully avoiding touching it with his fingers, and gently pulled out the envelope that had been slipped under the door.

The sealing wax was undoubtedly stamped using the ring of the head of the Ushiromiya family.

"Miss Eyu. Miss Eyu. Please answer me. Are you still in the room?" But there was still no response; perhaps the couple were just taking a walk in the main house.

For Eyu, this big house was her parents' home, and she might just be going out for a walk to clear her head. Genji rummaged through his pockets and took out a set of keys that could open the door.

"Second Chief Steward Yuan."

Jia Yin understood what this action meant. The maid would go in to make the bed or clean after confirming that the guest had left.

However, servants should never enter a room while the guest is still in the room, especially not without the guest's permission.

But Genji made a decision. He wouldn't have gone this far if there hadn't been any response to his knocking. The envelope under the door was undoubtedly from Ushiromiya Kinzo. It was, in fact, a European-style envelope used exclusively by the head of the Ushiromiya family. And since last night, these envelopes were no longer limited to Ushiromiya Kinzo alone.

If this letter had been delivered by someone other than Ushiromiya Kinzo, it would have been something like, "Ms. Ewa. I'm so sorry, I have to go in."

Genji said it one last time, then picked up one of the keys from the keychain and inserted it into the keyhole.

The sound of the lock being opened rang out, and then the doorknob was slowly turned, and the door was gently pulled open.

Light peeked out from under the open door. Did that mean they were inside? Or had they simply forgotten to turn off the light?

click.

It was the sound of a door chain being pulled. A door chain was hanging on the door.

The door chain couldn't be unlocked from the outside, meaning they were still inside. Lights, the door chain, and the television.

These signs clearly indicate that they are in the room, but they just can't sense that anyone is inside.

"Chief Steward Yuan, what should we do?"

Due to the nature of their jobs, the servants carried keys that could open almost every room in the main house, but they couldn't unlock the door chains. The only way to get in was to cut the chains. This was definitely beyond the servants' authority within their normal professional duties.

A chilling shiver ran down their spines.

Jia Yin held her breath again, observing the movement in the room, but still couldn't sense any movement at all.

"I'll go fetch Madam. Jiayin, you're in charge of cutting the door chain."

"Ok."

Yuanci called out to Jiayin, who was in a panic and about to run to get the tools.

"Wait a minute, Jiayin. Go back to the kitchen first and stay with Xiong Ze. Don't go alone."

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"Yes, as ordered."

It seemed Jia Yin felt that worrying about these things in such an emergency was too much trouble, but this was Yuan Ci's thoughtful consideration. Yuan Ci didn't care what happened to him, but he didn't want anything to happen to Jia Yin.

In the kitchen, Kumazawa could be seen placing the food onto the food cart, while Nanjo seemed to have finally come up with a way to turn things around and was hoping that Genji would return soon. However, they immediately noticed that Genji's expression was strange when he returned.

"Brother Genji, what's wrong?"

"Dr. Nanjo, I'm sorry, but I'll have to put this game aside for now. I'll leave the door chain to Jiayin. Kumazawa, don't worry about serving the food yet, come with Jiayin. I'll go report to Madam. Please come along as well, Dr. Nanjo."

"What happened?"

Genji led the still confused Nanjo out quickly.

"Grandma Xiong Ze, I'm sorry, please come with me."

"What happened, Jiayin?"

Just like Nanjo, Kumazawa was also confused and said the exact same thing, following behind Kaon who was running towards the corridor.

Jiayin led Xiongze to the warehouse, where they searched for tools to cut the door chain from the toolbox and various items hanging on the entire wall.

"What are you looking for? I'll help you too."

"I need to cut the door chain, where did you put the large wire cutters?"

"Cut the chain. Why would you do such a thing?"

"The door to Miss Huiyu and her husband's room is locked. They should be inside, but no matter how much we call, there's no response."

It took Xiongze a while to figure out the connection between cutting the door chain and the fact that Eiwa and his wife hadn't answered his questions, and he realized the urgency of the situation.

"This one should be good."

Jia Yin picked up a large pair of wire cutters hanging on the wall; they looked like oversized pliers. A memory flashed through his mind: someone had warned him that these were dangerous tools, and that he could easily cut his fingers. Jia Yin grabbed the pliers and ran up the stairs, instinctively sensing the urgency of the situation. He knew he had to act quickly and open the door as soon as possible. Or perhaps, it was already…

"Wait for me, Jiayin."

"hurry up."

At this moment, Xiong Ze finally caught up, panting heavily with his hands on his knees.

When Jiayin picked up the wire cutters again and looked up at the door, she was so surprised that she couldn't speak.

"What the hell is this?"

Xiong Ze was pale and shouted weakly.

This is understandable. Right before her eyes, on the door, someone had drawn gruesome patterns with a blood-like liquid, just like the iron roller door of the Rose Garden warehouse.

However, this time the pattern may not necessarily be called a "magic circle".

Most people, upon hearing the word "magic circle," would imagine a pattern with various symbols drawn inside a circle, but the pattern before them resembled a geometric shape. However, the writing between the shapes, unlike English letters, was undoubtedly the same as the magic circle on the iron gate. Jia Yin couldn't speak, not simply because the magic circle was repulsive, but because there hadn't been anything like it on the door before.

He went back to the kitchen, then to the storeroom to get his tools, and then came straight here. It must have taken less than five minutes; in such a short time, someone managed to draw this disgusting pattern.

The design looked like it had just been drawn; you could even see disturbing red liquid dripping vertically, making the entire door look like a creature bleeding.

"..."

Xiong Ze's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the floor. If Xiong Ze hadn't lost his balance first, Jia Yin would definitely have done the same.

“Beatel, Miss.”

"This must have been done by Miss Beatrice. How terrible, how terrible."

"..."

Jia Yin swallowed hard, grabbed his wire cutters, and walked to the door. He didn't want to get close to the nauseating magic circle, nor did he want to touch the dripping liquid that still looked like blood. But without getting close, he couldn't cut the chain. Jia Yin endured the shiver, swallowed again, and resolutely went to the door, setting the wire cutters to the chain. Then, with all his might, he cut hard, and the chain broke much more easily than he had expected. The severed chain swung to the left and right, making a swishing sound as it swung back and forth.

“Jiayin, there’s an envelope at your feet, and this is for the master’s exclusive use.”

It seems that Xiong Ze also noticed the European-style envelope under the door and the imprint of the head of the family ring on the sealing wax.

Jiayin hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to read the letter first or check the room, but ultimately decided to prioritize her original purpose. Jiayin took a handkerchief from her pocket to avoid leaving her fingerprints on the door.

If the worst-case scenario comes true, the room will need to be inspected by the police.

He slowly pushed open the door, and the sound of the television program coming from inside the room became clearer.

"Miss Eiyu."

Huiyu lay down on the bed without even taking off her shoes.

Xiongze hid behind Jiayin and walked in cautiously, but when he saw Huiyu, he let out a short scream.

Jia Yin's first thought was that Hui Yu's shoes were strange, so at first he just thought it was odd that she was wearing shoes to bed. But when his gaze shifted to Hui Yu's head, he couldn't help but let out a short scream as well.

There's a vertical object between Huiyu's eyebrows. Should I say it's placed on her face? Or does it grow out of her face?

wrong.

A small, antique-looking knife-shaped weapon protruded vertically from between her eyebrows, stuck right there.

Blood dripped from the bottom of the dagger, staining the bed sheet crimson. Xiong Ze's legs went weak again, and he collapsed to the ground, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but he couldn't even let out a scream.

Huiyu was killed after someone stabbed her between the eyebrows with a weapon.

Her eyes were wide open, and she believed that the person who killed her was firmly imprinted in her heart, but the mouth that was meant to tell her the truth was now closed forever.

Even though I least wanted to look at the space between her eyebrows, my gaze would still find itself drawn to it.

The murder weapon was stuck vertically between Eiha's eyebrows. The hilt of the weapon had intricate carvings that didn't seem like those of a simple tool.

This kind of carving is very eerie, like it's depicting a specific demon, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

"Where is Hideyoshi's son-in-law? Hideyoshi's son-in-law."

Huiyu lay on the bed, but the other bed was empty.

Where is Hideyoshi?

Ignoring Xiong Ze, who was stunned and trembling with fear, Jia Yin ran to the bathroom to check, just in case. As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted by a burst of hot air and the sound of water from the showerhead.

The bathroom here is like the combined bathroom and shower room commonly found in hotels. When showering, you need to pull up a waterproof curtain to separate the shower area and prevent the entire bathroom floor from getting wet.

The waterproof curtain was half-open, and the naked Hideyoshi lay sprawled in the bathtub with his eyes wide open, his gaze fixed on where Kain was standing.

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Like Eba, Hideyoshi also had a weapon with a demonic carving stuck between his eyebrows.

Because her head was constantly being rinsed with warm water, she didn't end up with half her face covered in blood like Eyu did. However, the sight of her dying from being rinsed with water was truly tragic. At that moment, the voice of Ushiromiya Natsuhi came from the corridor, and it was believed that she had come with Genji.

"More graffiti like this. And this letter... what's written inside?"

"We haven't seen it yet."

Upon hearing Genji's words, Nanjo said.

"It's probably better not to touch it. There might be the murderer's fingerprints on it. It's better to hand it over to the police."

"The murderer made a point of leaving a note, so he wouldn't have left any fingerprints."

Having made this conclusion, Princess Natsuhime picked up the envelope. Before even reading the letter, she stepped into the room and saw Eiha lying dead.

"Aunt Huiyu".

"Madam, Hideyoshi's son-in-law is over here."

"Too cruel."

"Jiayin, help the young master turn off the shower. It's too cruel."

"Ok."

Jiayin gripped the handkerchief and turned off the showerhead. In the bathtub was a small bottle of shower gel, the cap still off. She was probably attacked halfway through her bath; a small amount of blood splattered into the white tub, creating a chilling contrast of red and white.

"Dr. Nanjo."

“I know there was no morgue and rigor mortis hadn’t started yet, so the murder must have happened about an hour ago. However, it’s hard to believe that such a short-handled weapon could have pierced through the skull.”

Nanjo checked their pulses and pupils, confirming once again that they were both dead. Seeing Nanjo's routine response, Kaon couldn't help but think, "No need for such a thorough check; it's obvious they're dead at a glance."

Nanjo seemed to have considered removing the murder weapon, but ultimately decided to preserve the scene as intact as possible for the police investigation, so she didn't touch it.

However, upon closer inspection, it can be seen that there is no blade in front of the handle. It should be said that this murder weapon is not a blade, but a cone-shaped object.

This isn't a knife; it's more like a short-handled gun. It's clear that its unusual shape isn't for cutting, but for thrusting.

Some people might not call it a short gun, but rather a thicker ice pick.

However, regardless of the circumstances, the horrific purpose for which this strangely decorated murder weapon was created, and how it achieved that purpose, has been clearly presented in a way that requires no further explanation.