0012 Chapter 1 Confessions of the Dead (Section 6)
After walking through most of the house, Detective Epilens tried to insert the key in his hand into the keyhole of the gorgeous door of the baron's master bedroom. He found that it didn't fit perfectly, but the lock still followed the huge key.
The handle rotated jerkily.
Looking around the room, the overall decoration resembles an aristocratic bedroom four or five centuries ago. A double bed with velvet curtains, a solid wood handmade desk inlaid with gold edges, a thick Persian carpet with the Scarry family coat of arms, and a charcoal-filled
The fireplace, as well as the full set of knight's armor decoration standing beside the fireplace...
After the organizer's renovation, the room list didn't seem to have any problems. However, Epilens detectives keenly judged from the building materials and architectural style that the entire mansion could not be more than two hundred years old.
In other words, when a certain historical mystery occurred, the owner of the house at that time, His Excellency the Baron, specially built a mansion with extremely retro decoration.
Considering the unsolved case that follows, it's hard not to have a detective wonder about the reasons and connections behind it.
At this moment, he suddenly heard subtle, deliberately concealed footsteps coming from far away in the corridor.
Frowning slightly, for just a second, a look of relief appeared on the old man's face. He walked to the door in a hurry, closed the door again, and turned the classical door that could only be unlocked with a key through the keyhole inside.
Lock.
As an adventurer, his keen hearing has not deteriorated with age. The girl No. 1 [Victim] secretly followed him. This has a high probability that according to the information obtained by the other party, he is not the "real murderer in history."
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Before entering the game venue, the first Miss [Victim] who entered had enough time to explore the entire mansion. If it had been determined that [Baron] was the real murderer, then it would be wise for her to take advantage of this time to hide.
choose.
Although she didn't know the "killing" method of "throwing the key", it was definitely the most reasonable idea to try to delay as much time as possible so that she, who had inconvenient legs and feet, could not find and catch up in time. Judging from the lower limit of the lady's performance in the kitchen
, she definitely doesn’t seem to be a character who insists on using her methods to be upright.
In this case, the reason why the other party would choose to follow her could only be because she confirmed that she was not the killer, and wanted to use herself to open the originally sealed room to explore and destroy more evidence and clues.
Zhen Cheng's strange operations in the kitchen opened up new ideas for Detective Epilens. "Special props" are an important advantage of his identity. If there are really important documents in the master bedroom, he can use the ones in the room to
The fireplace burns after reading, turning potential advantages into real exclusive information.
Thinking of Miss Zhen's operation and the inspiration it brought to him, Epilons couldn't help but secretly admire it again.
She directly gave up the method of surviving to the end and chose the second method of "restoring history" that seemed difficult but actually more feasible to destroy every opponent to win.
Of course, the other party may also do the opposite and use their own reasoning to block themselves in the room for the time limit. However, the door opens inward, so there is no possibility of being blocked.
Epilons had pricked up his ears and was ready. Whenever there was any movement of furniture outside, he would immediately open the door and throw the key.
With calmness and confidence, Epilons began to look through the items in the room in detail.
The desk where the problem was easiest to find was given priority, but unfortunately, Epilens did not find any game-related clues there.
But his keen observation made the old detective notice a detail. This is a problem that a young detective who has not experienced his era and has not written in ancient ways would find it difficult to realize no matter how talented he is.
The inkwell and quill that should have been on the desk were lying quietly on the overly luxurious bedside table.
In the past, this was a habit that only gentlemen would write notes or diaries in bed when they first woke up or before going to bed.
With a nostalgic smile, the old detective searched the bedside table, then the carpet and quilt beside the bed, and finally opened the zipper and pulled out a hard-cover notebook with a complicated cover that looked like a magic book from the pillow core.
Epilons tried to open the notebook, only to find that the pages on the left side of the notebook were soaked in blood and had long since dried. Either they were stuck together, or the water-based ink written by the quill pen was smudged and blurred by the blood, making it difficult to read.
The few barely legible handwritings contained dates and times, and were somewhat repetitive, such as "At nine-thirty-five, supervise the maid to clean the dormitory."
Only by turning to the end, through the clear handwriting on the only page left on the right side, and the irrepressible passionate language contained in it, can Epilens truly restore in his mind the person who left many photos of the mansion a hundred years ago.
The figure of the Baron kneeling on the ground and writing crazily.
His left hand and left sleeve were soaked with blood, and pieces of paper were falling apart on the notebook paper pressed against his wrist. But the Baron himself was writing furiously as if he was not aware of it, as if he was involuntarily writing.
Fanatical ritual:
"I did it! According to the will of God's envoy, I completed every step perfectly, and personally offered the life of God's favored sacrifice.
I am the chosen one, I will surpass my father, surpass the great grandfather who accepted the gods, and bring the glory of my family and God's will to the earth again!
As long as the final ritual is completed, the family will finally receive the golden mask promised by God. Everything will be executed meticulously according to my three-year preparation... No, this is God's will.
I should repent. When people think they can control their own destiny, they are just puppets in the hands of the Lord. I am no exception...
The same goes for you."
After reading this, Epilons suddenly found that the notebook seemed to have become illusory. It was swaying slightly, like translucent water.
Through this layer of "water", he vaguely saw a face on the other side of the note staring at him through the note.
He maintained a similar posture to himself, but the subtle expression was obviously different, and it was definitely not a mirror. He felt as if his sight penetrated the barriers of time in the notes, and finally saw clearly the face of the person opposite.
Old, deep, with sharp eyes and a confident smile. That was... the one he was all too familiar with, Detective Epilens.
For a moment, the detective was keenly aware of something strange about himself, and then he suddenly came out of the hazy and strange feeling of being half asleep and half awake. He was panting like a drowning man desperately trying to climb ashore, and his whole body was soaked in sweat.
At that moment, he felt that he couldn't tell whether he was a great detective who became famous as an adventurer, or an ancient baron who madly believed in a certain existence. He felt that he could see his hands working uncontrollably in his field of vision.
As I wrote rapidly, I felt that one crazy idea was coming up in my heart.
What's even more frightening is that he can't clearly recall the vision, touch, and thoughts in his mind that happened just a few seconds ago.
All that remains is a momentary memory that is detached, deprived of sensibility, and whose authenticity is difficult to distinguish.