"He doesn't just have strawberry jam on his clothes."
In the piano room on the second floor, the dancer put her fingers on her chin, looking thoughtful: "And the traces of blood in the restaurant are connected to the kitchen. It can be speculated that after the chef killed the person, he moved the person to the restaurant to hide it!"
The pianist was stunned: "But the restaurant is so clean that there is no place to hide people."
"Is this important?" The dancer raised his eyebrows: "As long as you know that he killed someone, it's fine. He looks like Maitreya Buddha, and you can see that there is a knife hidden in his smile."
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The reasoning was so perfect that the three of them fell silent, and it suddenly dawned on them that the dancer’s so-called idea of having someone in mind was actually bullshit!
Totally entertaining them!
Xu Shuo spoke up at the right time: "Why don't we go down and have a look together."
The lawyer shook his head helplessly: "Let's go down. It's useless for us to just guess here. We might as well come up with a solution together."
The dancer instantly lost the famous detective look just now, stepped forward with a smile and grabbed the girl's hand again: "Sister, let me help you."
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Self-pleasure cannot solve the problem, so when the two of them were discussing in the living room, the five people who had finished the discussion upstairs also came down.
Two o'clock in the morning.
Seven people who woke up two hours ago and lost their memory gathered together again. In the luxurious and wealthy villa, blood was spread on the floor and bloody fingerprints were printed on the door. It was a mess.
The dancer helped Xu Shuo sit on the clean sofa, while several other people sat or stood around the living room. Two people looked at the lawyer and the female writer secretly, and four people looked at the chef secretly.
"I wonder if everyone has found any clues? We are wandering around like this and have no clue. Why don't we share our thoughts first." The lawyer stood leaning against the cabinet and said calmly.
"First of all, there are so many bloodstains in the villa. Let's not guess who the murderer is, but someone must have died!" the female writer said firmly.
"There is a bullet in the living room that has been used." The maid said first and held up the bullet.
The small metal slug reflected a cold glint under the light.
Then everyone took turns touching the bullet.
Finally, the bullet was passed to the lawyer. He rubbed the slightly worn bullet with a strange look on his face.
It was a question that the chef and the maid could think of, and he could naturally think of it too. If anyone in the villa could hold a gun, it was indeed him, the master, who had the greatest chance.
However, it doesn’t necessarily come from outside.
"Have you found the gun?" the female writer asked.
The maid shook his head: "There is no gun. I found bullets under the table. Depending on the situation, I probably shot someone sitting or standing next to the sofa."
He said and pointed to the cluster of splattered blood on the edge of the sofa.
The chef then said: "Besides the scattered manuscripts, there were no traces of a fight or dispute at all on the sofa. The man seemed to have been shot dead without much resistance."
The pianist sneered: "But how could someone get killed just standing there?"
After saying this, he suddenly paused.
Everyone also thought of something, and they all turned to look at the blind girl sitting obediently on the sofa, silent and as quiet as a virgin.
If there was really someone present who couldn't dodge and resisted, it might be her.
Although Xu Shuo couldn't see them turning their heads, he felt six blazing gazes. Considering what the chef and the pianist said just now, it was not difficult for him to guess what everyone was thinking.
but……
He didn't feel like he was dead.
On the surface, a blind girl who can't see anything/can't take care of herself/still lives under a fence/can only survive with fear, who will she make enemies with?
Unless the murderer discovered that there was another witness after killing the person, and then solved it easily.
Oops...it seems to make sense!
But these alone are not proof!
So Xu Shuo raised his head in confusion and faced the direction from which the voice came: "What's wrong? Why don't you speak?"
The dancer's smiling voice soon came: "We are thinking - in this case, it is confirmed that there is a dead person who was shot, then let's move on to the second one. What do you say about the bloody handprints on the door?"
The lawyer looked at the door and squinted slightly: "The fingerprints left by the fingers are long and slender, and the degree of inclination is probably like this -"
He raised his hand to demonstrate, and then said: "Also, the blood sprayed on the door was probably a rupture of the main artery in the neck. So judging from the posture in which he was attacked, the victim's height was about 1.75 meters.
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There are only two people here with this height, a female writer and a pianist.
The female writer is tall, about the same height when wearing high heels, and the pianist is half a head taller than the female writer.
The atmosphere became subtle again.
The pianist's right fingertips casually hanging by his side moved, but his expression remained as usual, and he even began to think deeply, completely ignoring the glances from the people around him.
"Okay, now it is confirmed that there is a second deceased who had his carotid artery cut, so where is the kitchen?" The dancer took the initiative to summarize again, and then turned his attention to the kitchen.
"Judging from the amount of bleeding and the chaotic situation in the kitchen..." the male servant looked strange: "The deceased must have been dismembered."
This is probably the worst person to die.
Therefore, we can't blame them for suspecting the chef of murder.
After any case occurs, the first suspect to bear the brunt will be the person in charge of the site.
The chef sighed helplessly for an unknown number of times and said, "The knives and sink in the kitchen have indeed been used, but I think this matter still needs to be considered."
"Hey, don't be nervous. We are just counting the dead now. We don't care who the murderer is." The dancer waved his hand.
"You say that as if I am the murderer." The chef twitched his lips.
But he actually didn't pay much attention to it. Anyway, the end of the script this time was not to find the murderer, and the task was not to hide the evidence of his murder.
At this time, the pianist said thoughtfully: "After talking about the first floor, let me also talk about the findings on the second floor."
He raised his hand and motioned to everyone to go down the spiral staircase, and then said: "The vase in the corridor on the second floor was broken, and I also found blood stains on the pillars of the stairs. Is there a possibility that someone died in that place?
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If you hit your head, in addition to forcing yourself to get up, there is another result, that is, you are killed on the spot.
The decoration on the stair handrail is a prismatic pyramid. If it is not connected with the bloody handprint on the door, the pianist thinks that the other party is more likely to die on the spot.
As for the vase, it is something that the maid is responsible for cleaning, not to mention that description specifically appears in the preface of the script.
Everyone turned to look at him.
Therefore, the maid and the chef who were trying to clear their relationship before are now suspected of committing the crime!
What's more, there are already four dead.
So where is the body?
On the sofa, Xu Shuo listened quietly to the voices of several people, describing the situation in the hall in his mind, and stringing together clues to describe the situation at that time.
The girl suddenly said: "Then, let's assume another situation, if we all have a chance of becoming the dead..."