Compared to the master bedroom, and compared to the messy and bloody living room, he felt that he might be able to get more useful information in the study.
As the owner of the villa, this may be his "territory".
The lawyer looked at the bunch of candid photos again and again, and finally determined that the female writer did not have any brooches on her clothes in the photos.
The female writer did not always wear the same chiffon shirt. She wore the same clothes when she, the blind girl, and the pianist were drinking tea in the garden, and she also wore the same clothes when she played with the pianist.
The angle of the photo of the garden is from the side, and it is not clear whether the female writer has a brooch on her body, while the angle of the ensemble is from the back, and it is even more difficult to see at all.
Does this mean that giving brooches is a recent thing?
Or maybe it was because he saw the brooch on the female writer last night that the lawyer had murderous intentions?
The lawyer put down the photos and opened another drawer, which contained his latest work documents.
Most of them were litigation documents and defense documents of some clients. The lawyer read some at random, and then dug out other irrelevant documents in the drawer.
It is an employment contract between a servant and a chef. The servant's contract is a bit old. He was hired one year earlier than the chef.
The lawyer rummaged around the desk and unfolded the pressed desk calendar. The page displayed was dated June, and the chef was hired in May.
It's only been a month.
Wait, what about the pianist’s employment contract?
If the pianist is a resident pianist, he should also have a contract.
The lawyer searched for a long time, and finally took out the contract that had been roughly torn into pieces and crumpled into a ball from the trash can under the desk.
The lawyer's mental state is a bit worrying because he can get so angry about something that hasn't been confirmed yet.
While complaining to himself, the lawyer put together the contract and looked at it.
The contract period with the pianist is half a year, and the pianist was hired in May, a little later than the chef.
The lawyer looked at the pile of photos.
Doesn’t this mean that almost as soon as the pianist was recruited, the lawyer became suspicious?
That's right, my wife already likes music, and a handsome young man who knows music and is talented happens to appear, so everyone would probably be a little worried.
The lawyer touched the top of his head, glanced at the trash can inadvertently, and took out another newspaper from it.
Newspapers were not treated so roughly, they were just thrown in as trash.
The date above is from June, it should be the most recent newspaper, and the news recorded are all ordinary people's livelihood events.
The lawyer carefully read every report, and when he felt that there might not be any useful information, he glanced at a police bulletin in the corner section.
The serial murderer who appeared a month ago has not yet been found.
Since the entire report was filled with reporters mocking official efficiency, it was carefully tucked into a corner section.
The criminal actually appeared a year ago, during which at least three female victims were brutally mutilated, but the police still have no clue as to the identity or whereabouts of the criminal.
The lawyer frowned in thought. He was not sure whether this kind of crime report had anything to do with what happened in the villa.
After all, most script-killing stories themselves involve criminal aspects. If relevant examples appear in the script, then it is right to pay more attention to them.
He put the newspaper down for the time being, picked up the trash basket, and planned to continue looking to see if there was anything else in it.
At this time, the pianist and female writer who came to seek cooperation came in. When they looked up, they saw the lawyer carefully digging through the trash can.
The trash can in the study room is usually filled with discarded papers or documents. In fact, it is not too dirty. On the contrary, there may be some good clues - but this picture is a bit strange.
"What clues did you find?" The pianist came over and asked directly, looking at his desktop as he spoke.
The two people came in suddenly. The lawyer's attention was on the trash can and he didn't have time to put everything away.
Looking at the pianist who had just moved into the villa a month ago, the lawyer's mind flashed with the information in the newspaper, and he had doubts and hesitations.
Finally, the lawyer gestured to the newspaper on the table and said tentatively: "There may be clues to the chaos in the villa. I suspect there is a serial murderer mixed in between us."
"Serial murderer?" The pianist raised his eyebrows and picked up the newspaper.
The lawyer paid attention to his expression, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about it.
The female writer next to her, however, was in vain attracted by the photos half covered by books in the corner, and then pulled out all the photos while the lawyer looked a little uncomfortable.
The pianist who was reading the newspaper glanced at it: "Oh? Evidence of our infidelity?"
Female writer: "..."
The lawyer said awkwardly: "It must be a misunderstanding. I've seen that none of you have done anything out of the ordinary."
The female writer did not respond. She looked at each photo carefully, focusing on the photo in which the blind girl and the pianist all appeared.
Because the protagonists of the candid shots are a female writer and a pianist, the camera sometimes blurs the focus on the blind woman, making her look like a third party who suddenly intrudes.
but……
The pianist's gaze sometimes looks strange.
The female writer took the photo close and squinted to observe it.
But in photos taken secretly from a distance, it is indeed a bit difficult to try to see the eyes and focus of the people in the photos at that time.
"Is this a serial murderer who appeared a year ago and committed the latest crime a month ago?" At this time, the pianist, whose attention returned to the newspaper, spoke thoughtfully.
No wonder the lawyer looked at him strangely just now, obviously suspicious of him as an outsider.
The lawyer who was rummaging through the trash can paused and unfolded a crumpled newspaper again. The trash can was deep and there were quite a few paper balls piled inside.
It didn't take long for him to dig out three wads of newspapers.
"Time is connected. Do you have the habit of ordering daily newspapers?" the pianist said.
"Probably. After all, in my profession, it's not surprising that I know this every day, and writers may sometimes get inspiration for stories by reading newspapers." The lawyer dusted off his hands and picked up three crumpled newspapers to look at them.
Two daily newspapers and one weekly newspaper.
There was probably no important information, so no sections were cut out of the newspaper and it was completely thrown into the trash can.
The lawyer originally wanted to read the weekly newspaper first, but the pianist quickly took the newspaper into his hands before he did and started reading it seriously.
The corner of the lawyer's mouth twitched.
"Speaking of which, what did you plan to do when you came to see me just now?" he asked curiously.
"Pianist, do you like blind girls?"
"The deceased a month ago was a dancer?"
Neither of them responded to him, but at the same time, the female writer looked suspiciously at the pianist next to her and asked, while the pianist looked at the newspaper in front of him and frowned.
After the words fell, the study was silent for a long time.
