Author: Youdaoyan

Kander's room was almost the same as the one he saw yesterday. There seemed to be no traces of being tampered with. However, when he opened the fake book with the stone sculpture sealed inside, it was empty. The stone sculpture had indeed been taken away, and the head of Count Bluebeard was smashed.

The stone carvings were indeed taken from here.

Immediately, Clark felt that he smelled a faint fragrance, not sure if he was hallucinating or not. It was very weak, so it was suspicious.

In order to verify this, Clark got close to the fake book, which was actually a box, and inhaled it carefully and forcefully several times. He was convinced that the aroma came from the surface of the box. Then he carefully felt the aroma that touched the surface of the box with the back and palm of his hand.

I felt it and found that there was a fatty substance on the surface of the box. The greasy feeling should come from some skin care products used by women.

So, is it Hera?

Clark was very familiar with this aroma, because on the first night after arriving in the castle, when Hera served him dinner, the two had close contact, and the same aroma wafted from the other person's body.

After closing the fake book and putting the things back in their place, Clark left Kander's room and walked towards Count Bluebeard's room.

The castle was quiet, and the sound of the strong wind blowing against the glass became clearly audible, as if a group of devils were knocking on the doors and windows. The sound of wind coming through the gaps was the strange roar of their invasion, which was horrifying.

Clark, who was feeling depressed, turned into the corridor and walked on the winding stairs. He felt that the walk upstairs was longer and further than the one he walked last night. He looked up at the seemingly endless dark dome, as if he was

Actively walked towards the abyss of the inverted space.

Perhaps, the murderer and the magician are waiting for him in the room he is about to go to, or perhaps they are lurking in a dark corner, like an arrow in the dark, sealing the throat with one fatal move.

However, his random thoughts disappeared the moment he quietly opened the door to the count's room and walked into the count's room, because everything was as quiet as before.

Poor Earl Bluebeard was still lying coldly on the big bed soaked with blood, and the fatal saber was still inserted straight into his heart. The cold light on the blade reflected the stone carving half embedded in the rotten face.

It's so ghostly.

Based on his suspicion of Butler Valente, Clark guessed that there was something detrimental to Butler Valente in the murder scene.

Since some people said during the day that Valente would come in and out of Count Bluebeard's room every night for the purpose of reporting on the daily work of the castle, then are Butler Valente and Count Bluebeard really so diligent every night?

Thinking of Earl Bluebeard's attitude towards him, a stranger, who didn't even carefully confirm his identity, and even asked him perfunctorily, Clark didn't think Earl Bluebeard would be a serious and responsible ruler for his castle.

Clark recalled the places that everyone had searched during the day, and carefully checked the corners and gaps that had not been searched before. After searching for a long time, he still found nothing special, so he began to focus on the search by Butler Valente during the day.

Behavior.

"He checked the bookshelf, the cubicle, the fireplace..." Clark tried to recall the details. Everyone checked these places repeatedly, and finally his eyes fell on the body of Count Bluebeard, "The body... yes

, he was the only one who examined the body, and he was the only one who touched the body throughout the process."

I remembered that when preparing to inspect the body during the day, neither Mirel nor Hera dared to touch the body, so the work fell on two men. Butler Valente said that he was the only one wearing gloves and he did not trust him.

Because Clark was an outsider, he was not allowed to touch the body of Count Bluebeard.

Could this corpse be hiding something else?

Clark secretly shook his head. The corpse was inspected quite thoroughly. Although the women did not dare to touch the corpse, they looked at the corpse very carefully. The possibility of any mistakes was very small.

Clark's gaze then fell on the bed, and his eyes lit up slightly. Is there something wrong with the bed?

He glanced at the body on the bed, secretly apologized, roughly dragged the body to the ground, then got on the bed, groping every place on the bed.

"Huh?" After Clark lifted the sheets and mattress, he unexpectedly discovered that the bed board and the seamless floor-to-ceiling bed frame were actually solid.

"No wonder it's hard to feel any movement or shaking when you sit on this bed." After Clark discovered the anomaly, he felt that there must be some mechanism hidden in the bed board, so he went around and knocked around, and soon found the center of the bed board.

There is a hollow space about the width of two adult men's shoulders, so I guess there must be a hidden tunnel under the bed.

So he began to look for various possible places to activate the mechanism, and finally he found a clue on a hanging painting in the room.

There is a deep gap in the lower right corner of the frame that hangs the painting. Since the frame is black, it perfectly blends the blackness in the gap, so it is difficult to see it with the naked eye. And even if it is discovered, if it is not

Clark noticed that there was a mechanism here, but he probably didn't think it was that suspicious.

"If this is the keyhole that activates the mechanism, what is the key?" Clark used his imagination to think, started his brain to remember, and then slapped his palms, "I thought of it."

Clark's eyes suddenly turned to the body leaning on the floor, and all his attention was focused on the saber.

After saying sorry again, Clark stepped forward to pull out the knife, but unexpectedly found that the knife seemed to be stuck in the bone and was firmly fixed on the body, making it difficult to pull it out.

He put his feet under Earl Bluebeard's armpits, took a deep breath, worked hard, and pulled out.

brush!

Using too much force, Clark sat down on the ground, making a loud noise, and his finger was accidentally scratched.

"Ah!" A suppressed scream sounded in Count Bluebeard's room. Clark was suddenly startled. He turned around and saw that it was a female figure who had fallen next to a bookshelf.

"You! When did you come in?" Clark said in shock.

In the darkness, Clark couldn't see the other party's face clearly, but judging from the body shape, it should be Miriel. He only heard the other party say awkwardly: "It didn't take long, because I saw you there... I hid.

It turns out you fell down just now and the sound startled me, so... oh, my hand seemed to have been cut by the corner of the bookcase..."

Hearing the other party's voice and explanation, Clark felt a little relieved. He thought for a while, walked towards Miriel with the knife in his hand, and said softly: "Why didn't you call me since you came in?"

Facing Clark, who was approaching her with a bloody weapon in his hand, Milaire was not only not afraid, but also lit the candlestick, lighting up the room, then tore off a piece of cloth from his apron and bandaged the wound on his finger.

Gan smiled and said: "Aren't you afraid of disturbing the law enforcement officer's investigation and interrupting your train of thought?"
Chapter completed!