Chapter 152 Your emotional experience is more complicated
Xu Shuo listened to the movements quietly and felt the cold malice gradually creeping into his body.
He probably understood why the previous players were playing charades. Just like Bigan's mind, you won't die until you clearly understand "death".
But if your knowledge is broken, then what you will face is real death.
However, before falling completely into the abyss, there is still a chance to struggle.
Xu Shuo picked up the cane resting on his knees and was about to tap it on the floor, but suddenly, the outstretched cane hit something.
He paused and turned his head slightly.
Probably seeing that Xu Shuo had noticed it, a chuckle came from next to him.
The dancer hugged his arm holding the cane, leaned closer and said, "Sister, where do you want to go? You can't see, and it's hard to find clues. I can be your eyes~"
Xu Shuo said after a while: "Actually, I just made a casual assumption. I didn't expect that everyone would quarrel because of it."
"That means there's something wrong with them."
"Where are you, sister?" Xu Shuo continued, "Why don't you look for clues? With so many things happening in the villa, my sister must be involved."
"It's okay. Once they find the relevant clues, my matter will be almost clear. Why bother?"
Xu Shuo turned his head and faced the place where the sound came from.
He couldn't see anything in the darkness, he could only feel it from the arm being held, and the faint fragrance that wafted when the other person got too close.
Xu Shuo stretched out his unfettered left hand, raised it slightly, and touched the face of the person in front of him as if groping for it.
Then he pinched it with his fingers, and the dancer made a confused sound.
"I'm very happy that my sister thinks about me so much."
Xu Shuo said quietly: "But I can't see anything, and I don't know where to look for clues now. Why don't you just take me for a walk and tell me what you see."
"Okay, I'll help you!" The dancer stood up happily.
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The piano room on the second floor.
The pianist took apart the piano and seemed to be looking for something.
Although there are many guest rooms on the second floor of the villa, just as the kitchen is the chef's domain, the piano room can also be considered his responsibility, so it is understandable to look for clues here first.
However, there was nothing unusual about the piano - so why did the dancer approach him at that time? Was it really just to observe him playing the piano closely?
The pianist sat on the stool and opened the signed sheet of music.
Suddenly, he noticed something and turned to look at the door.
A female writer wearing a white chiffon shirt and a very shiny red brooch on her chest walked in.
"What?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Let's cooperate." The female writer put her notebook on the keys, leaned on the piano and said: "There is your record on it. I can be sure that you are not the extra 'murderer', not to mention our current relationship.
If you are under suspicion, you might as well just cooperate."
"If we walked together, wouldn't that make people even more suspicious?" the pianist said.
"It doesn't matter."
The female writer crossed her arms again, as if she was a little cold. She looked at the dark red piano room, feeling that the air inside was even colder.
The pianist became interested, picked up her notebook, and said, "What if I really participated in the murder? For example, I killed the lawyer because I was jealous of him, and then took possession of you or something."
After hearing this, the female writer looked strangely, expressing that she felt chilled by this statement.
"I can pretty much believe that I love my husband," she said.
As for what you think, that's up to you.
The pianist was noncommittal and opened his notebook to check.
It has to be said that the female writer's determination is not without reason. Although most of the records in her handbook are her own moods or sources of inspiration for writing.
But if there are other people on the scene, it must be her and the lawyer. Every time she writes, the words are still filled with the disgusting version of the literary graceful school.
It wasn't until the blind girl arrived later that there was one more actor on the list.
According to written records, the female writer liked the girl who joined their family very much and got inspiration from her.
Even later, the pianist appeared.
The love shown by the female writer for it is roughly the same as for the blind girl, and her gushing words of praise for her music are boundless.
As for the last record in the handbook, it is a candlelight dinner between the female writer and the lawyer.
"Have you read my love for you?" the female writer said quietly after watching him read through it.
"I read..." the pianist mused: "You recorded less and less about your husband in the later period. After the blind girl appeared, your eyes focused on other people."
"Maybe." The female writer frowned.
She had also read several unpublished novel manuscripts before, a love story between a border town painter and a wandering female white-collar worker, but one pursues romance and spirituality, the other pursues reality and materiality, and both parties redeem each other.
If writers all like to substitute themselves, that story is a true portrayal of the female writer.
She was so thirsty for inspiration in writing that after discovering that music could sublimate her thinking, she devoted herself to it desperately.
The pianist said: "So, if your husband suspects you of cheating on me because you neglect him, then the probability of both of us dying at his hands is the highest."
The female writer responded: "What then?"
"But if you feel that you have not cheated at all and that your husband is making trouble unreasonably, then you will..."
"A dispute?" The female writer narrowed her eyes.
"Yes." The pianist continued: "Do you remember what I said before? There are blood stains on the pillars of the stair handrails. It was probably caused by the collision after someone fell down on the second floor."
"But that vase..."
"The vase is actually placed some distance away from the spiral staircase. If you are accidentally pushed down the stairs by an angry lawyer while you are arguing, while the maid is wiping the vase -
[The maid wipes the vases in the villa.]
"It's possible that he could rush over and give the lawyer a blow."
"..."
The piano room was silent for a long time.
The female writer twitched her lips and pointed her fingers hard at her ledger: "In my diary, there is no record of any appearance of the male servant at all!"
The pianist comforted her: "Don't worry, this is just my speculation."
"But don't you think your speculation is more complicated?" The female writer frowned and asked from her soul: "Why did the male servant do that? If you attack your boss, you can't possibly say that he is also having an affair with me, right? I
Does it have to be cheating?”
The pianist rubbed his chin: "Who knows, anyway, that vase must be related to the maid."
"What about you?" the female writer asked.
"me……"
The pianist paused. Since the female writer had already shared clues with him, he didn't mind revealing a few clues of his own, so he reached out and took out something from his trousers.
