Chapter 189 The truth behind the disappearance

Author: Youdaoyan

Chapter 189 The truth behind the disappearance

Hearing Mireira's words, Clark paused. With Mireira's active admission, the last trace of doubt in his heart about Mireira was completely dispelled.

Milaire simply wrapped a circle of cloth around his bleeding fingers to stop the bleeding, then patted his butt and stood up, smiling and said: "Hello, Mr. Law Enforcement Officer, I am the Milaire who is reporting to you the criminal secrets of Bluebeard's Castle.

Lyle.”

"Sure enough, it's you." Clark felt slightly relieved. He glanced at Miriel's injured finger and said apologetically: "I'm sorry."

"It's none of your business, it was my fault." Mirel shook her head, then looked at Clark's finger that was also bleeding, and said with concern, "You are bleeding too." As she said that, she tore off her own finger again.

The cloth strips on his clothes took the initiative to bandage Clark.

Clark instinctively wanted to retreat and avoid, but the heel of one foot had just been raised and quickly stepped on the ground. In the end, he did not escape. He accepted Mirel's kindness and thanked him after the other party bandaged him.

Mirel showed a sweet smile and asked curiously: "Mr. Law Enforcement Officer, can I ask if you have any new discoveries now? I think even you, it is illegal to move the body so casually."

Clark did not answer the question immediately, but asked seriously: "Did you come alone and didn't meet anyone else?"

Hearing this, the smile on Milaire's face disappeared, showing a slightly nervous expression, "Actually, I originally wanted to go to your room to find you first, but you also know that I live not far from Miss Hera.

, just a few rooms apart, in order to go out quietly without being discovered, so I

I have been paying attention to the movements in Miss Hera's room, but I found that Miss Hera actually left the room before me. After seeing her leave, I dared to come out to find you. After I found that you were not in my room either.

, I was just wondering if you would come to the Earl's room."

"Where did Miss Hera go after she left the room?" Clark raised his eyebrows.

Miriel shook his head, "I don't know, I didn't see her on the way here."

"What about Butler Valente?" Clark asked again, "Have you ever looked for him?"

"How dare I go!" Mirel shrank his neck and shook his head, saying in a weak voice, "I feel that Butler Valente became weird after the death of the Earl."

"Weird?" Clark wondered, "Tell me about it."

Miriel thought for a while, looking unsure, "It's just...it seems to have become very tough...it doesn't want to listen to other people's words..."

After hearing Miriel's words, Clark nodded secretly. This was the same as his feeling. After confirming the death of Earl Bluebeard, Valente's attitude did change subtly. The same was true for his attitude towards other people during the day, and

The feeling was different when we met on the first night, and the condescending attitude became more, as if... the count was no longer here, and he was the owner of the castle and the controller here.

Since even Milaire could sense such changes in the earl, Clark was sure that his feeling was not wrong.

Suddenly, Clark asked without warning: "Did you kill Earl Bluebeard?"

Hearing this, Milaire was stunned for a few seconds, then blushed and said: "I didn't, it's not me! Mr. Clark, please believe me." As he said this, he seemed to be unjustly wronged, with tears in his eyes.

Clark coughed slightly in embarrassment, "Sorry, I just asked casually."

Immediately afterwards, Clark confessed to Milaire what he had discovered tonight, and quickly diverted Milaire's attention.

As expected, Miriel's attention was quickly distracted. After hearing Clark's discovery, she immediately looked at Clark with surprise and admiration, "As expected of Mr. Clark, he was able to discover so many details during the day."

Clark avoided the opponent's overly shining gaze, walked back to the small hole next to the black picture frame with the saber in hand, raised the saber horizontally, aimed at the gap, and stabbed it in. When the entire saber blade disappeared into the wall,

Clark felt as if the tip of the knife hit something, like a switch or something. After a slight push, the bed board began to shake. The hidden secret door slowly opened, and a secret passage leading underground suddenly appeared.

"There really is a secret passage." Milaire looked at Clark with bright eyes, but when he saw the dark secret passage, he hid behind Clark with some fear and grabbed Clark's sleeve with one hand.

Clark said in a deep voice: "Let's go down and have a look."

Holding a lit candlestick in hand, he approached the secret passage and saw the same spiral corridor leading to a secret space in the castle.

When Clark arrived at the exit, he lit the oil lamps hanging on the walls on both sides of the door to the secret space. The light illuminated part of the pungent-smelling room, and the horrific and bloody truth impacted their brains like an out-of-control oncoming train.

In this dark secret room, rows and rows of cabinets were filled with deformed human heads. They were soaked in containers filled with formalin liquid, watching the intruders with unblinking eyes.

Two people in this forbidden place.

"Ah -" Mirel was about to scream, but he quickly covered his mouth and looked at everything around him in horror.

Although this horrific scene is full of visual impact, it is still bearable for the well-informed Clark. What he cares about at the moment is the mysterious symbols engraved on the containers where human heads are soaked. Those are the ones who perform magic tricks.

Symbols, inscriptions praying to the shadow that sees all things.

"How come... Count Bluebeard is also using the same kind of magic?" Clark was shocked and confused, because Earl Bluebeard, who had been using this kind of magic, ended up suffering from the same kind of magic.

"What is magic?" Milaire couldn't help but ask after hearing Clark's muttering.

Clark did not explain to the other party, but walked to the desk in this room with a candlestick in hand. He used the candle flame to light another candlestick on the desk, and gave this candlestick to Mireille, "You also go and look around.

, but don’t touch it randomly. If you want to touch something, let me know first.”

Miriel nodded obediently and held the candlestick for lighting. He was a little scared and hesitant, but when he saw Clark who was concentrating on flipping through the notebook on the desk, he still gritted his teeth and temporarily left Clark's side, huddled his back, and looked at him warily.

around.

Clark opened the notebook on his desk, which contained records of every time Count Bluebeard secretly performed magic tricks. It contained many heavy-handed contents, all of which revealed Count Bluebeard's perverted heart. What made Clark feel even more heavy was that,

Every time Count Bluebeard performs magic, he has an assistant, and this assistant is none other than the butler Mr. Valente.

"Ah! These people are! These people are!" Mirel seemed to have made other discoveries. After she had the courage to look closely at the bottles and cans, she took a few steps back in disbelief, and the two sides fought.

He fought, his eyes filled with tears of fear.

Clark held the pinched and deformed notebook tightly in his hand, looked at the mutilated and deformed heads around him complicatedly, and said hoarsely: "These are all people who mysteriously disappeared from the castle. Some are travelers who visited the castle, and some are from the castle."

The servants here... they either disappeared mysteriously or were brutally murdered by the Count and Valente."
Chapter completed!