The black book turned to the last page, and Priscilla Cachele wrote that "the whole world collapsed in an instant", and his handwriting came to an abrupt end.

Who is the "Red Eye" in his hands? What did the murderer do to Priscilla? Who is the mastermind behind the scenes? What conspiracy is Alfred brewing? How will Bromine deal with the crisis? A series of questions lingered in my heart, and I couldn't figure it out.

The fire was about to go out, the sky was already dawn, and although I had not been sleeping all night, I didn't feel sleepy at all. Alfred, Caspar, Dino, Cozmo, Dui, Fresen... The names were pounding in front of my eyes, and the murderer was one of them. Although from the surface, the missing Fresen was the most suspected, in the story of the bard, the murderer was often the most unlikely one!

I'm desperate to know the answer.

My father woke up. He put on his coat, dragged his heavy footsteps to me, touched my head, sighed, and said nothing. I knew what he was thinking, which made me feel a little sad.

The new day began. I wiped my face with cold water, ate black bread and bitter coffee, and consciously came to the bellows to help. But my father stopped me and gently and firmly asked me to go back and rest.

I didn't insist.

Lying on the torn bed, listening to the bellows panting, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I lay on the bed and looked through the black books page by page, looking for hidden clues between the lines. I stroked the burnt paper and read the words written by Priscilla a long time ago, my heart gradually calmed down, my eyelids were astringent, and I fell asleep without realizing it.

It was already afternoon when I woke up. The sun shone through the window on my back. There were bread and bacon on the head of the bed. It was the lunch my father left for me. He was careful and did not wake me up. I got up from the bed, the black book pressed under my face, and a large piece of saliva was wet, and a few lines of sloppy words were revealed in the blank space.

That's not Priscilla's handwriting!

"Elvis and Tseney were lying quietly on the cold ground of the parchment library, like two bodies that had lost their lives. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down completely. There is no doubt that if there was a disappearance at Bromine College, I must be the biggest suspect. The key to eliminating the suspicion is two points, properly handling the body and finding the scapegoat."

I was shocked, like jumping into the cold water river in the cold winter, like the wilderness being struck by lightning, like... I don't know what kind of words to describe it. In short, the real world of the Blacksmith shop is gradually disappearing, and I am in the ancient Bromin Academy and touching the truth about the murder of the fog and moon.
Chapter completed!