Chapter 8 first quarter

Mizuho is reading a book in her room, when Suzuki comes to tell her that the puppeteer is visiting again.Suzue reported to Shizuka first, but Shizuka felt tired and asked her to ask Mizuho to deal with it. "What do you think?" Suzue asked worriedly. "Okay, I'll go see him." Mizuho put down the book and left the room, followed Suzue downstairs. The puppeteer Wu Jing sat on a chair in the entrance and waited, wearing the same black suit as before.Standing beside him was a man with a fierce face, who looked like a policeman. "I was originally scheduled to visit yesterday, but I didn't dare to come because I was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble to you."

When Wu Jing saw Shui Sui approaching, he immediately stood up and bowed his head as a gesture. "Well, yesterday was indeed a bit overwhelming." After finishing speaking, Mizuho explained Wujing's matter to the policeman at the side.Although the police were somewhat dissatisfied, they couldn't find a reason to pursue it, so they could only give up and leave. "I was talking to the doorbell, and the man rushed out to question me just now. I even claimed that I was not a suspicious person, but he still refused to let me go. It seems that they mistakenly think that they are a little higher than ordinary people. Wait."

"They're just serious about their work." Shui Sui led him to the living room. "Have you heard of the events at the mansion?" After Wujing sat down, Shui Sui also sat down on the sofa.Wu Jing took off his black jacket and nodded. "I already know, please forgive me." "Then there is the doll...Since my uncle is dead, it should be no problem to give you that doll. But...I'm afraid I can't give it to you right away." "What do you mean?" The puppeteer frowned slightly. "The scene of the crime was the music room downstairs...unfortunately, that doll was placed in that room."

"That is to say..." Tai Wu stretched out his index finger and scratched his nose, squinting at Shui Sui: "When the crime happened, was the clown also in that room?" "Yes." Mizuho replied with lowered eyebrows, then raised her head to face him again. "When I heard about the incident, I suspected that this would be the case." The puppeteer sighed, and folded his fingers on the table, "It's incredible. I didn't want to believe in such things as the puppet's curse." "Anyway, that doll can't be taken out yet. Please understand our difficulties."

"I totally understand," he said. "It's all because of that group of rigid-minded policemen shouting to protect the scene." "Exactly. By the way, and that glass box..." Shui Sui told Wu Jing about the police accidentally breaking the glass box, and he frowned and shook his head, sighing helplessly. "In the end, isn't it their own people who destroyed the scene?" "very sorry." "You don't have to apologize. By the way, who's in that room now?" "There are two policemen." "That's just right." Wu Jing patted his knee and stood up excitedly.

"Could you please take me to that room? I'll go and convince the police myself." "I think it's a waste of words." "Perhaps, but it's better to ask than to wait. —Is this the way down?" Wujing pointed to the stairs leading to the ground and asked, and Mizuho also stood up, in fact, she also wanted to visit the crime scene again. The two went down the stairs, and when they reached the door of the room, they were stopped by Shan An.Mizuho introduces Wujing to the police, and Wujing also states his purpose for coming here.When the policeman heard about the doll, his face instantly became embarrassed.He also knew that his colleague broke the doll's glass box.

"It will take a while before you can take away the on-site items." Yamagishi looked at Mizuho and Wujing alternately and said. "How long is a while?" Wu Jing asked. "We basically have to wait until the incident is resolved." "So, how long will it take to solve it?" Yamagishi's questioning of the puppeteer can't help but catch fire. "We can't tell. Maybe it can be solved tonight, maybe it can't be solved in a year." "That is to say, the search may be in the fog?" The corner of Shan'an's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't answer, he just stared at Wujing's face.Wu Jing ignored the sharp gaze and stuck his head into the room to look around.

"If you understand, please forgive me that we still have work..." Yamagishi grabbed the puppeteer's shoulders to prevent him from moving forward.Wu Jing gently pushed away the hand on his shoulder. "Did Zong Yan collapse near there?" He points into the room. "Yes, so what?" "No, just asking." Wu Jing shook his head. "Then please go back, we are very busy." Yamagishi seems to have issued an order to evict guests, so Mizuho and Wujing can only go upstairs. "There is really no way, it seems that we can only wait for a while."

Wujing said while wearing shoes at the entrance. "I don't know how long we have to wait—by the way..." He leaned close to Shui Sui's ear and whispered. "The young woman who was murdered with the master of the house—it seems to be called Mita Rieko, right? In this house, besides the master, is there anyone who is particularly close to her?" Shui Sui looked at Wu Jing unexpectedly. "Why do you ask that?" "It's nothing special...can you tell me?" "I've been away from this family for some time, and I don't know much about such things."

Shui Sui's tone was a bit aggressive, but Wu Jing didn't take it seriously, and nodded after thinking for a moment. "That's it... I'm really sorry for asking you such a boring question. Then, I will take my leave first." After speaking, the puppeteer opened the door and left. What a strange man, Mizuho sighed inwardly. At night, at the end of dinner, Matsuzaki came to visit.He said that the Kondo couple would also visit later, and they made an appointment to discuss the funeral together.After Mizuho led him to the reception room, he brought coffee. "Has there been any progress in the investigation of the incident?"

Matsuzaki blinked weakly and asked Mizuho. "Ghost knows..." She shook her head. "The police won't tell me anything. But look at what they've done. It should make some progress." As Mizuho spoke, she watched Matsuzaki's expression.He also had a motive for killing, Qing Jiang's words revived in Shui Sui's mind this morning.But does the man in front of him who dare not even kill bugs really have the guts to kill? "Is that so...the bottom is upside down, have they even searched the mansion?" "No, only the music room was searched at home. But they seem to have conducted a thorough search of the perimeter of the mansion and the backyard." "yes……" For some reason, Matsuzaki was fidgeting, his short body huddled up, and his eyes were looking back and forth at the reception room.He carefully held the leather bag on his lap, as if there were some important documents in it. "Haven't the police people been to the company yet?" "No, they did. And asked some rather abrupt questions about how the business is doing. It shouldn't be anything to worry about." "That's good." Matsuzaki took out the cigarette, taking this as an opportunity, Mizuho excused himself and left the reception room. After that, Kondo and his wife came, and Katsuyuki, accompanied by Shizuka, went to the reception room, leaving Kazuki and Hanako alone in the living room to watch TV.When Mizuho brought the tea to the living room, Kazuko had already turned off the TV. "Shuisui, come here." She whispered to Shuisui. "Have the police found any clues to the prisoner?" Matsuzaki also asked Mizuho the same question, probably because she was the best questioner in the family. Mizuho's answer was the same as that to Matsuzaki. "That's it..." Kazuko lowered her head in distress for a moment, then immediately raised her head to look at Mizuho. "It's really unlucky for you, Mizuho. It's rare to come back and encounter such a thing." "I don't mind at all." "Is your mother coming back this trip?" He Hanako asked about Mizuho's mother Kotoe.Qin Hui called Mizuho this afternoon and said that she would come back to attend Zong Yan's funeral.Mizuho told Hehanako about this, "Yes, no matter what, at least you have to attend the funeral." she said to herself.Mizuho understood the meaning of her words, she meant no matter how much she hated Zongyan. "Mizuho, ​​let me ask casually..." He Hanako slid on the sofa and approached Mizuho.Her voice was like a mosquito, and Mizuho had no choice but to move his head closer to her.He Hanako whispered in her ear. "Didn't the police find the bloody gloves and the buttons of the brother-in-law's pajamas? Did they say anything?" "No." After speaking, Mizuho asked back, "Could it be that those things let you know something?" He Huazi hurriedly waved his hands, "That's not the case. I'm just asking." After finishing speaking, she stood up, "I'll go see what's going on in the reception room." She walked towards the reception room. It feels a little strange, Mizuho was puzzled.Could it be that He Hanako also thought that the murderer who killed Zong Yan was someone from the mansion? This evening Yongdao also came.He said that he was very concerned about the progress of the incident and could not stay at home stupidly. "How is Miss Kaori?" This was the first question Yong Dao asked after entering the door. It seemed that to him, the wheelchair girl who admired him was the most attractive. Mizuho shrugged slightly. "The police came again today, and she hid in her room behind closed doors." "Police? What are they here for?" "How would I know." Mizuho's answer was a bit decisive and rude, and Nagashima couldn't help showing shock.Mizuho reached out and touched his face, shaking his head slightly. "Sorry. I've been asked this kind of question all the time today, and I can't help but..." Nagashima sighed and nodded. "You must be very tired too. After the funeral, it's better for you to go back and recuperate for a while." "I'll go back when things are over." She answered the same to her mother. "I understand how you feel. Everyone wants to escape from this state as soon as possible." After speaking, he walked up the stairs.Probably to visit Kaori. —Is the matter over... Will this moment really come?Mizuho was suspicious of this.The arrest of the murderer may trigger a new tragedy. (clown perspective) The air mixed with the smell of smoke settled on the ground, and the chair without its owner, the telephone, and various audio equipment stood empty in the darkness. silent hours. There seemed to be a soundproof wall all around, and I couldn't hear anything, just the silent darkness. This is the most relaxing time of my day.If it was dawn, those rude men would definitely come again and destroy this tranquility. My brain starts to think.The reason I am here now, the history of this mansion—I can read the past of this house through the various atmospheres that permeate this mansion. The family's past is filled with deep and dark sadness.This kind of sadness flows into my heart like music and touches my heart. Hey?Is the rare good atmosphere coming out again?Someone opened the door. The door opened slowly as if it had been adjusted in slow motion, and then a person entered the room, and his figure should be a man. The man closed the door, and instead of turning on the light in the room, he turned on the flashlight.Then it seems to be looking for something. After a while, the light of the flashlight stayed on the finishing rack where I was. There is a box next to me, which is the puzzle box titled "Portrait of Napoleon". The man came to the shelf, stretched out his right hand to open the lid of the box, took something out of his pants pocket, and put his hand into the box.I heard the faint sound of objects being dropped into boxes. I tried to see the man's face, but the blinding light from the flashlight blinded me. The man puts the lid back on, perhaps with too much force, causing some damage to the edge of the lid. When he was done, he opened the door, turned off the flashlight and left the room.Of course, he didn't forget to re-lock the door when he closed it. What the hell did he put in that box? I don't know anything.