There is a table between the walls of the corridor for placing decorations, and the vase is broken near the spiral staircase. Judging from the block, the vase is about 40 centimeters high.
The pianist picked up a piece of porcelain and saw traces of red blood in the water stains on the floor.
The reason why this vase is broken here is because someone hit someone with it?
At the same time, the simulated scene in his mind gradually became clear - the victim was attacked by a vase in the stairwell, so he fell down the stairs and hit a prismatic pillar, and then ran towards the door.
Now, the blood stain left in the kitchen can prove that there is a victim, and the blood stain at the door identifies the second victim. There is also a large pool of blood on the coffee table in the living room, which may be the third person.
Judging from the huge amount of bleeding, all three of them should be dead.
However, there is only one "ghost" in this script...
wrong!
The task only said to find the "ghosts" in the story, but did not specify how many there were.
The pianist stared at the fragments of the vase and was lost in thought. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from beside him: "Speaking of which, there seems to be only one vase in the whole villa. It must be a very expensive one, right?"
The pianist turned around suddenly and saw the dancer in a red dress.
The dancer doesn't look too old, about eighteen or nineteen years old. Her graceful figure is outlined by the long fishtail skirt, and the fiery red color is very eye-catching.
She has a messy bun on her head, a strand of hair hanging down casually in front of her forehead, and her smile is a bit playful.
It was this style that suddenly appeared from behind, which really caught people off guard.
When did it get close...
The pianist stood up calmly, holding the vase tiles in his hand, and said with a smile: "I don't understand this kind of art, maybe it's an antique."
The dancer pursed her lips and smiled softly, took the porcelain tile from his hand, stroked the smooth pattern of the porcelain tile, and said slowly and with unknown meaning: "It must be wiped every day if it is so clean."
"Maybe." The pianist just responded casually.
He didn't answer, and after casually looking at the layout of the second floor, he turned and walked towards the room where he heard the sound of the piano just now.
The dancer looked at his back and just curled up his lips and smiled.
The lights in the villa are bright and the space is spacious. Except for the mess and shocking bloodstains everywhere, there is nothing gloomy or scary about it.
There is also a gorgeous crystal chandelier hung on the ceiling above the spiral staircase, and its crystalline and twinkling light is projected on the lacquered red steps.
The dancer swayed her fiery red dress, walked to the railing, leaned forward and looked down.
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Half past twelve midnight.
The maid's room is on the first floor, close to the kitchen and laundry room, and is very easy to find.
While everyone else was scattering to look for clues, the valet went back to the high cabinet in the living room and took out the revolver that had been placed there when he came out.
He was wearing a vest suit that fit closely to his body, and his trousers could not block the shape of the revolver at all, so he had to take it out first.
The male servant looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he took out the magazine and looked at the bullets.
Of the six magazine slots, one is indeed missing.
I just don't know where to use it.
The maid put the pistol back into his pocket and planned to go back to the room to hide it, but when he passed by the sofa, his eyes suddenly caught something.
There seemed to be something shining under the coffee table.
After thinking about it, the maid went back to the maid's room on the first floor, took out the revolver and hid it under the mattress, and then returned to the living room.
He lay on the ground and pinched a bullet from the three-centimeter-wide gap under the coffee table.
The metal-colored bullet body is about 25 millimeters in length. The black bullet has been slightly damaged and has been used.
Since it fell on the sofa in the living room, the blood stain next to it is probably left by the person who was hit by the bullet. The direction of the blood spray is from the sofa to the ground.
The maid looked back at the sofa and simulated the victim's posture in his mind.
The direction of the shooting was on the right, so maybe the murderer shot the man on the sofa after finishing off the man trying to escape from the villa at the gate.
The shape of the blood stains was that a cluster was sprayed from the edge of the sofa to the ground, and a pool was flowed from the other side of the sofa to the ground.
The victim's posture at the time was probably sitting or standing next to the sofa. After being killed, he fell to the other side, which resulted in the appearance of two pools of blood.
Wait, that's not right...
The maid was suddenly a little confused. Why did the victim on the sofa sit there obediently and wait to be killed?
Moreover, the positions of these three blood stains in the living room are strange to you...
While he was thinking hard, there were footsteps coming this way.
The maid subconsciously wanted to hide the bullet, but after thinking about something, he gave up hiding it and instead stood up with the bullet generously.
The chef came over.
"Hmm? Did you find anything?" the chef asked with a smile, and the smile on his fat face looked very kind.
"You came just in time, I found this, I just don't know what happened." The male servant spread his hands, and the used bullet was lying in his palm.
The chef's expression changed slightly, he took the bullet from his hand and looked at it with a serious face, and said: "This means the murderer has a gun. It is very likely that the gun is still in the villa."
With guns and without guns, there are two levels of combat effectiveness.
The maid also nodded seriously, showing a worried expression, as if he was very melancholy about the future.
"By the way, how's your investigation going?" the maid asked curiously.
"There should be a victim in the kitchen, but there are only blood and residual traces of murder. There are no extra clues to deduce what happened." The chef sighed.
"Actually, I suspect there is more than one murderer." The maid stared at the chef and said his speculation seriously: "Could it be a home invasion?"
"But there didn't seem to be many signs of struggle at the scene, and basically no valuables were lost." The chef said, pointing to the various collections on the high cabinet.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Hey, what exactly happened here?" The male servant began to think hard again.
——So who could the murderer be?
It's not him anyway.
He didn't know anything, he just happened to get a gun.
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In addition to the bedroom and piano room on the second floor, there is also a large study room next to the master bedroom.
As the owner of the villa, there is a high probability that the user of this study will be the lawyer himself.
But this study is really spacious. It not only has a coffee table and sofa for entertaining guests, but also has a secret door connected to the dressing room of the master bedroom. The study has its own bathroom and looks full of life.
There are two desks placed in different locations, separated only by a screen.
A writer's career, working hours and working location are inherently flexible, and being a lawyer is not a profession that requires frequent travel.
So these two people work in the same study room?
Even the office locations are not separated. It can be seen that the two of them communicate frequently and their relationship should be better.
The lawyer was thinking in his mind, walked behind the desk with a relatively calm and simple style, opened the drawer and looked at it casually.
There is a sealed document bag inside, but it has been opened.
The lawyer paused, picked up the document bag and poured it out. He thought it would be litigation documents or something like that, but instead he poured out a stack of photos.
The owner of the photo is a female writer.
With a relaxed and comfortable smile on her face, the female writer was sitting in the garden drinking tea, and her eyes were not on the camera, but on the pianist sitting opposite her.
Even this photo looks like it was taken secretly.
There are even a bunch of photos like this!
In various scenes in the garden, or on the sofa in the villa, or on the dining table, there are all photos of the female writer and the pianist. Although the two did not seem to have too much physical contact, they seemed to be talking to each other.
Change.
The female writer has such a beautiful smile!
The lawyer looked strange. He continued to look through the photos, and finally saw a back view of the two of them sitting on the same stool in the piano room and playing together.
This scene is a bit intimate.
lawyer:"……"
So, has he been cheated?
The lawyer couldn't help but touch his head, feeling as if the green hat was being pulled off, and suddenly his whole body felt bad.
He hurriedly put away the photos and threw them into the drawer, trying to ignore them.
But after a while, he took it out and continued reading.
However, since the "lawyer" has collected these things, it means that he is already guessing that his wife is having an affair with the pianist. Will he take any action for this?
After all, no man can tolerate this kind of thing, right?
Will he kill someone?
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The midnight clock is ticking forward.
Players have more or less found some clues in the villa, and even harvested key props.
Only Xu Shuo stayed quietly in his room, groping through most of the urban love story - although the book was not thick, he found that blind people can read really fast.
This book is quite interesting. The love story between a border town painter and a wandering female white-collar worker redeems each other. It is a story full of artistry.
Xu Shuo closed the book and listened, and another melodious piano music came from the piano room.
His room is near the spiral staircase and adjacent to the piano room.
In fact, when the pianist walked up to the second floor, Xu Shuo had already heard the slight sound of footsteps and the slight conversation between the two people.
The blind girl's hearing was stronger than he thought.
The outline of the fingers jumping on the keys seemed to be transmitted along with the sound of the piano, but his musical attainments were not very high. He only heard the climax when he heard that it was the end of class ringtone "Dedicated to Alice" of Xu Xi Junior High School.
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Unlike the person who just pressed the keys casually, this time the people in the piano room played very seriously.
Xu Shuo listened quietly for a while, but suddenly there was a knock on the door without any warning.
"Sister, are you asleep?" the dancer's cheerful voice sounded outside the door.
Xu Shuo thought for a while, put the books back in the drawer, stood up, groped along the guide bricks to the door, and unlocked the door.
Before he could open the door, the person outside seemed to hear the sound of unlocking, pressed the door handle and rushed in.
He quickly took two steps back, but the person who came also took two steps forward, and Xu Shuo directly smelled a faint fragrance.
I can't tell what the fragrance is, but it just feels a bit clogged in my nose.
The dancer grabbed his shoulders with both hands, leaned into his ear and said mysteriously: "Sister, I discovered something interesting!"
