Chapter 14 seventh day diary

"This room hasn't been touched since that day. Your colleagues have come and turned it over two or three times, but every time I try to restore it to its original state.", when going up the stairs, Miss Garbett tell me. "Did they take anything?" I asked Miss Gabbett. "? Probably not. Otherwise, I would know for sure—I have always been in charge of cleaning Miss's room: I know exactly where things should be placed." Miss Gabbette took out the toy key. "Is Miss Eliza in the habit of keeping a diary?" "Huh? Maybe, but she probably won't show it to anyone—I remember a police officer asking me that too, his name seems to be Hans or something: that time they messed up the lady's room It's so messy, it took me a lot of work to restore it!" Miss Gabbette opened the door and turned on the light in the room.

This is pretty much a typical girls' room - I don't have much experience with it.The tone of the room is pink, and the bed is placed near the door: next to the bed is a floor shelf built into the wall, filled with all kinds of cute dolls.The desk is near the window sill, and the bookshelf on one side is connected to the door—there are not many books, but there are many exquisite small vases on display: that should be Eliza's private collection. Next to the bed was a small nightstand with a very large stuffed teddy bear on it - almost the size of a five-year-old, which made the whole thing seem comical at first - but on closer inspection Look, but I think the owner of this room is very cute.

"You noticed that too, Mr. Wenzel—that bear was given to her by the owner for her eighth birthday. It's cute, isn't it?" I nodded, walked to the front of the bookshelf, and flipped through the books inside: Most of them are collections of essays and novels, mostly by Toise and Verne.The pink cover of "Eternal Adam" — the thin book is folded in many places: it is possible that she was reading it at the time. Some of those small vases are filled with small five-pointed stars folded from colorful colored paper, some are not full yet, and some are still empty. "Ever since she learned to fold this little thing from Raymond—" Miss Gabbette explained to me, "she told me she was going to fold one for every day of her life. "

Miss Garbett came up and picked up a half-full vase: "I asked her 'Well, what about the previous ones?', and she smiled and said to me, 'Those, I will make them up backwards.' —Look, what a cute girl?" I took a closer look - there are indeed only two unfilled vases, and I don't know what year she has filled them up: this poor girl. "I'm sorry, Miss Garbett,? Just, can I check this room alone?" I can't rule out the suspicion of everyone in the villa at the moment, so a little bit of secrecy is still necessary—although Ms. Gabbett is probably not the culprit, no one knows if she will put me in this room Tell others what you have done and what you have found: I believe that Miss Garbett can also understand this.

"? Oh, yes, Mr. Constable. But please don't make too much mess, okay?" "Well, all right. Miss Gabbet, I'll fix it myself." "If there is any problem, I'll be outside." Miss Gabbette left and closed the door at the same time. I went to the desk and sat in Eliza's chair. If I were Eliza, if I could keep a diary or something—well, where would I hide them? under the bed?In the crevices of the mattress?The mezzanine of the vanity box?Or was it the inside of that stuffed teddy bear?I think, it should not be a very common place, or there is no such thing at all-otherwise, my colleagues who have not met must have found it long ago.

However, I still have to look for these places-maybe they missed it?And maybe, who in this villa returned the diary that was hidden in advance after every search?In short, even if I can't find anything, I still have to check these places again. In the next more than an hour, I searched for these places one after another, and restored them one by one - I even looked through the gaps in every book, and pinched every slightly larger puppet belly.I rolled up the interlining that was placed in the drawer, and removed the casings of the dressing box and the music box? I even checked the possible interlayers of the bedside cabinet and the floor cabinet, and even explored the narrow gap inside the radiator!

Nothing at all!A diary, or a scrap of paper with Eliza's handwriting on it—nothing! I collapsed on Eliza's chair from exhaustion - the last things I looked at (such as the pillowcase and quilt cover, the padding of the pillow insert, etc.), I didn't even have the strength to put them back together. I sat slumped, my mind full of jumbled details - there must be something here: I don't know why I'm so sure.Although my rationality tells me: eight years have passed, even if there is anything, it must have been taken away by someone long ago.Maybe these things never existed at all, Eliza never had the habit of keeping a diary; and my blind busyness for more than an hour was completely wishful thinking on my part.

but not!I have to calm down and think back—if I were Elizah, I'd be home on spring break.What do I do every day? ——Bathing, eating? What about after returning to your room?I will read the book, and then fold up a small five-pointed star that belongs to today. Little five-pointed star! ! ! My eyes fell on the little vases - a pretty reasonable guess indeed, I must say: The diary could have been written on the same colored paper that was folded into those little pentagrams. I took a small half-full vase, and couldn't wait to tear open one of the small five-pointed stars—but there was nothing written in it.

I took out another one, opened it, and still nothing was written. "This is probably a replacement for a bottle from a previous year," I thought, and brought another half-full small vase. There are fewer small pentagrams in this vase than in the previous one (Ilize was killed in mid-March, so of course there are not many pentagrams accumulated this year).I carefully took out the top stack, a small orange five-pointed star, and then slowly took it apart and flattened it.A line of small pencil words, after eight years, reappeared in front of me, a stranger: On the 21st, I saw a part of the winter jasmine blooming-Ilize likes spring.

I don't know how to describe my mood at the moment.I poured out all the small five-pointed stars in the vase: raspberry red, grass green, sky blue, banana yellow, snow white? One by one, I disassembled and flattened them.Eliza's life in 1984 gradually unfolded before my eyes like a jigsaw puzzle: On the 2nd, it snowed again, and it has not stopped today. On the 11th, huh, what a lazy Saturday.I don't know what Raimund is up to right now 3rd Raimund's hut, firewood burning, I love the way he smiles 3rd, tonight's story is boring, Jess is absolutely right, It is better to watch less soap operas!

On the 29th of February, the last day of February, Raymond was again scolded by Mr. Rhodes—it was all my fault. Karolina smiled at the cat on May 17, she sure wasn't a bad person. After going through the pile of diaries that are generally very short, I picked out the following ones: On the 14th, the chocolates made yesterday were finally delivered to him today.I accidentally stepped on a rose seedling in the garden, I hope he remembers to make it up in time.I love him on the 4th and I hate daddy!The part-time job money was originally intended to buy him a birthday present.He never scolded me, I feel very wronged on the 17th, heh~~ `I really want to see Raymond now!What will he dress up at tonight's masquerade party? I put away these colored papers and put them in my memo.The rest of the unfolded colored papers were placed in the interlayer of the small dressing box in Eliza's bedside table.I put the empty vase back in its original place, thought about it, and poured half of the small five-pointed star from another full vase into it—now, we have an extra half-full vase: Hope Eliza don't blame me. I got up, turned off the light, and went out of Eliza's room, closing the door behind me quietly--Miss Garbett was no longer there: there was an orange note on the door: Mr. Inspector, forgive me for going down first. I didn't think it would take you this long, but I hope it didn't make a mess. There's coffee in the thermos by the door of your room, I'll just come back tomorrow and lock the door. Good night! Garbett