There is also a spacious room in the corner of the second floor. It is not a bedroom, but the layout is a bit like a hall.
The room has wooden floors, floor-to-ceiling windows with dark red curtains, tall bookcases connected to the ceiling on the surrounding walls, and a heavy grand piano in the center of the room.
The female writer looked around the room and took out a few books from the bookshelf to read at will.
Almost every book will have the same signature on the title page and last page, which is the same as the signature on her manuscript paper, but the signed author of the book is different.
It should be that the writer likes to make his own notes in the book after reading it.
The books with signatures on the last pages looked like they were frequently turned, with bookmarks inside, and some of the text passages on them were underlined and annotated in the margins.
He is a writer who is constantly absorbing knowledge and inspiration.
The female writer put the books back and turned towards the grand piano standing in the center.
There is a red leather piano bench placed in front of the piano. Judging from the marks on it, people often sit on the bench.
Moreover, there are two different sitting marks?
The female writer stroked the bench thoughtfully, then sat down sideways, her fingers dancing on the piano keys, and a short sweet melody popped up.
There was a piece of music sheet placed on the piano stand. She picked it up and looked at it, her eyes slightly focused.
There is also her own signature below the score.
Although there is a pianist in the villa, it is not yet certain what the relationship between the pianist and the owners is.
Thinking of this, the female writer touched the musical note brooch on her chest again. Other players discovered this weird thing, and she would definitely not ignore it.
The pianist looked to be in his twenties, and he looked nothing like the lawyer, so it was impossible to confirm whether he was a relative.
There is her own signature on the music score, so it can be determined that this music score should be the writer's.
The two different sitting marks on the stool represent that at least two people in the villa can play the piano, and they played together not long ago.
A writer and a pianist?
However, the relationship between the lawyer and the writer is husband and wife, as the photos hanging in the master bedroom clearly show.
——Is she cheating?
The female writer had a strange expression and took out the notebook she carried with her.
The traces on the handbook are not heavy. Writers should only use them to record life, but rarely read them.
The record on the latest page is a photo of the pianist playing the piano in this room. The text below is beautiful and gorgeous, praising the pianist's music for making her feel happy.
Before that, there were several photos of lawyers and writers at the entrance of a concert hall, and then the pianist moved into the villa.
The female writer frowned and thought.
Based on the traces of use of the piano and the fact that the two of them often went to concerts, she should have been able to play the piano originally.
The records in the handbook show that the writer seemed to have encountered writing block recently and needed to listen to music to inspire inspiration - and then hired a home pianist.
That makes some sense.
Although I still can't deny whether she cheated.
The female writer murmured to herself - it would not be unreasonable if the messy manuscripts in the living room were scattered when she and the lawyer were arguing.
So, who is the person who died?
…
…
In the kitchen.
The pianist dipped his fingers into some strawberry jam and ate it, while saying: "The blood stains in the kitchen lead to the dining room. It should not be the same person as the blood stains at the door."
"If there is more than one victim, it should be that the person involved discovered the murder in the kitchen and ran to the door, but was caught." The chef put down the kitchen knife and stood at the door of the kitchen pointing at the bloody handprint.
"Committing a murder in the kitchen..." The pianist's eyes drifted to the side.
The chef naturally knew the reason, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "But we can't remember what happened here."
The pianist shrugged.
The moment everyone wakes up, no other information is known except their names. This is an amnesia-oriented decryption game. If you want to know the answer, you can only piece together the clues in the villa.
It was dark outside the window of the villa, it was night, and the table clock in the living room pointed to half past twelve, which was exactly the midnight mentioned in the introduction.
At this time, the pleasant sound of piano came from upstairs.
However, the sound of the piano only sounded for a short period and then disappeared. It seemed that the piano player just found the piano and pressed a few keys randomly without any intention of playing.
"There is a piano up there, and I don't know what the relationship between me and the owner is." The pianist held his chin in thought and walked towards the stairs.
Looking at the pianist's back, the chef did not follow him. He looked around the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
A fishy smell hit my face.
The blood in the refrigerator did not solidify under refrigeration, and even remained fresh to a certain extent. After the cabinet door was opened, strands of blood flowed down the edge of the countertop.
It seems like something was once placed in here.
…
The spacious living room was in a mess. The pianist walked briskly around the blood stains on the floor, but when he reached the door, he suddenly looked at the bloody handprint and paused.
The pianist looked around and saw that the chef was still in the kitchen. Others seemed to have gone to the second floor or other places. There was no one around now.
So, he walked to the door, opened his right hand and pressed down on the bloody handprint on the door.
Pretty consistent...
The pianist quickly removed his palm and turned around to look around. No one was paying attention, so he continued to walk towards the spiral staircase with a normal expression.
The spiral staircase of the villa is not S-shaped, but more like a half-moon shape. The height leading to the second floor is about five or six meters.
The tops of the pillars at both ends of the stair handrail are prismatic decorations, carved with beautiful patterns, full of luxury and wealth.
When the pianist walked up the stairs, he accidentally glanced at the handrail and suddenly his eyes froze.
The color on the red painted pillars was a bit dark, and there was a little blood on the floor at the entrance of the stairs. It looked like someone had bumped into the pillars and the blood was drawn out.
If he hits his head, it's unclear whether he can be saved.
The pianist stared at the pillar for a while, then turned to look at the bloody handprint at the gate, simulating a picture in his mind.
"A man was trying to run down the second floor in a panic, but he accidentally sprained his foot and rolled directly into a pillar. But at that time, he still had some mobility, so he continued running towards the door."
——Then he was hacked to death by the people who caught up with him.
Thinking of this, the pianist unconsciously touched his head.
The distance from the stairs to the villa door is indeed a straight line, and there are no obstacles in the middle, but it doesn't necessarily happen like this.
The pianist walked up the stairs to the second floor and saw a vase broken on the ground in the corridor.
[The maid wipes the vases in the villa.]
Suddenly, this sentence from the preface of the script popped into the pianist's mind.