When he looked up and saw the three guests standing outside the door, the eldest son was a little embarrassed at first, and then snorted and decided to ignore it. The company he was about to get was almost flying, so he was too lazy to deal with the guests brought by these competitors.
He walked straight to the kitchen and said to the maid: "Make a cup of coffee for me, and then I'll send it to the audio studio."
The wife who was left behind was a little embarrassed. She walked over and closed the door, snorting coldly: "I escaped to the audio studio after a fight. In his eyes, music is much more important than my wife..."
As she said that, she greeted several guests as if nothing had happened and went back to the house to rest.
Jiang Xia patted Conan, who was still unsatisfied, and said: "Let's go."
After the three left the door.
Another room.
Curacao also came outside the door with the excuse of going to the bathroom. After eavesdropping on the entire process, she slowly showed a sure-fire smile.
——She probably knows who the murderer is.
"Prespectfully pretending to be foolish and stupid in front of everyone to reduce your suspicion. In fact, I deliberately made excuses to quarrel with my wife, so I went to the audio studio alone... The audio studio is soundproof and closed, and even if I kill a pig inside, I won't hear it outside.
"In addition, he also asked the maid for a cup of coffee. At first glance, it seems reasonable, but in fact, if you look at too many cases related to Uzzo, you can find that this person is actually creating a proof of absence for himself."
Thinking of this, Curacao clicked on the Passerby Mutual Aid Association and planned to bet the only small black coin he had left on his eldest son.
Before the action, Curacao glanced at the entire interface.
Perhaps because of her strong protest just now, this time, Vodka added a countdown bar in the upper right corner of the voting interface - this Ukrainian scholar seemed to believe that something would happen tonight at midnight, so he set the end time at 11 o'clock.
"What happens at midnight is because the old lady is talking about midnight. Since that's the case, it's better to close the plate at midnight, why do you have to set it at 11 o'clock?"
While condemning himself, Curacao learned the lesson he had just learned and did not dare to stop the time, so he chose his elder brother.
After investing the coins in her hand, she glanced at them and found that the others had already chosen them.
Chianti: [Of course it was that young son. I just checked that the town built a hotel two years ago - that is to say, if he hadn't colluded with Uzzo and waited in advance to lead people away at the gate of the town, Uzzo would not have been able to enter the door of the main house!]
Curacao: "..." After not seeing each other for a few months, Chianti actually checked the information. Is this still her?
In a sense, Uzzo is really making progress. No wonder Rum always misses him... But hasn't this boss ever thought that he might suddenly become a piece of material on the road to progress?
Shaking his head and no longer thinking about the terrible boss, Curacao focused his attention again on what was happening in front of him.
"The youngest son is indeed suspicious, but he hasn't returned home for five years. It's normal for him to build a new hotel in the town." Kurasau thought, "Although Chianti has learned to use her brain, her brain capacity is not very large, so you don't need to take these analysis seriously."
She then turned the page down and saw Vodka's speech.
Vodka: [Cohen, why did you choose maid? Chianti asked you to choose again?]
Cohen did not deny it, honestly explained Chianti's request, plus a little bit of his own thinking: [We two bet on different people can increase the chance of choosing.]
Vodka: "…"
I really want to kick these two guys who have no brains to vote differently from his passers-by mutual aid club - what is this analysis? Are you using this level of brain to deal with Uzo who may come at any time?
"Hmph, these two bastards rely on their snipers and have little contact with Uzzo, so they don't take the matter of analyzing Uzzo's movements to heart." A fishing programmer felt that his hard work had been wasted, and he couldn't help but mutter with resentment:
"It should be given them a look at what happened to Calvados, or experience it for themselves - then these two idiots will understand how important it is to study Uzzo as an organization cadre in Tokyo."
But if someone doesn't want to learn, he can't force his knowledge into it.
Vodka shook his head, ignored the two guys, and continued to peek at the other people's choices.
Suddenly, he stared at two of the options and slowly frowned: "Curacao chose the eldest brother, Belmode chose the eldest sister-in-law... Why are their voting time so close? Could it be that these two cunning guys on the scene have mastered some key information related to the eldest brother and sister-in-law and have not been synchronized?"
...
"There is a big brother, it should be Curacao's vote." Belmode leaned outside the bathroom and shook his head, feeling that Curacao didn't know enough about Uzzo:
"The president obviously wanted to leave the company all to his younger son. If the deceased was him, the beneficiary would undoubtedly be the elder brother who almost lost the company. So from the motivation point of view, this man is likely to be the murderer.
"But because of this, he doesn't seem like a real murderer - because in my experience, Uzzo prefers to make those less suspicious guys a murderer...such as the sister-in-law.
"Although she showed a broken attitude towards Damen Family's property, it is undeniable that since the eldest sister-in-law has not divorced her brother until now, she still has ideas about Damen Family's property.
"And if the old man dies, as the eldest wife, she will undoubtedly be one of the biggest beneficiaries."
After briefly sorting it out, Belmode put away his phone with confidence: She will accept this new little coin without hesitation. Then talk to vodka and ask him to send one without repeating it.
...
The guests finished washing and went to bed one after another.
At some point, the snow outside the window stopped. Time passed slowly, and the clock moved forward with a click. Finally, the hour hand and the minute hand overlapped, pointing to zero at the same time.
The pendulum in the Buddhist room rang, and the old lady who was kneeling in front of the Buddha's niche was shocked and slowly stood up.
She looked at the window with some sense, walked over in small steps, pushing the barrier open a crack.
Looking out from here, you can see a small quiet and white yard.
There was no one in the courtyard, but strangely, she seemed to have heard the heavy sound of stepping on the snow just now.
The old lady looked outside in confusion. At this moment, behind a bush of pine trees in the distance, a strange-shaped figure slowly walked out.
The figure was tall and had heavy steps. After completely leaving the shadow under the pine tree, its full picture was presented to the old lady's eyes - it was a Warring States warrior with a dark face, beard and armor!
Chapter completed!