Chapter 9 Chapter 8 John of the Dead

When Wenzel and Amy came out of that cubicle, the master room was already very noisy—but there were still only three people in the room, plus a fresh corpse: the sound came from the guests blocking the door. Amy looked a little dazed - she looked towards the door and seemed to see many guests standing there, looking at them: Three people and a dead body.But in fact, only the few people who were originally in the side hall, as well as the guests who came from the hall in advance to get a good seat at the toast ceremony were there: Taphne and Emma didn't come— —Otherwise they would have just come in.

One of those who made a loud noise was Mr. Lucius who probably had a few more drinks—he almost pushed Karl who was blocking the door: "Gay tasters don't live long!", he said, "another ready-made example?", holding a half bottle of dark brown brandy in his hand: those without caramel coloring, for sure high-end products. The old man Heiner was discussing in a low voice with the group of people just now, shaking his head occasionally, as if expressing regret. Two villa security guards who just rushed over are trying to help Karl maintain order at the scene: "Already called the police, and called an ambulance just in case—and specifically told them not to honk their horns when they turned into the block." One of the security guards who looked quite stable said to our black detective, " Didn't any suspicious people come in and out before?"

According to the security guard's tone, he seems to have been here once before: obviously, during the short time Amy and Wenzel stayed in the cubicle-this reliable Mr. After the inspector's orders were completed one by one, he made a special trip back. "Are you sure?" Wenzel seemed to check the corpse again, put his right hand into the pocket of the dress, took out a clean handkerchief, and handed it to Amy beside him: "Are you crying?", he said to Amy, "It's best to go out and take a break first. Later, help me call Taphne in but don't worry, first contact the master of ceremonies of the reception and inform that the reception ceremony will be postponed—— So as not to arouse the suspicion of more guests in the hall."

Amy nodded, took the handkerchief and wiped her eyes, and walked to the door of the room - the guests automatically separated: Amy walked out of the room. "Sure! Mr. Detective? To be on the safe side, our people are checking the video tapes of the monitors installed at the gate and the outer wall, and we will notify you as soon as the results come out." The security guard then replied, "In addition, according to the detective According to the commander's order, the two exits are blocked, and guests who have to leave will be notified. Two people are also temporarily sent near the outer wall of the garden to ensure that no one will sneak out."

(Author’s Note: As we all know, surveillance cameras only monitor what’s happening outside the villa—the interior of the villa (including the garden) doesn’t have any surveillance cameras: those wealthy people with normal mentality don’t like being monitored. The security guards here saw his every move) Wenzel nodded and began to examine the scene carefully. "How many security guards are there in this villa of yours?" Hearing the comprehensive personnel distribution report described by the security guard in front of him, Inspector Karl, who was originally worried about the lack of manpower, couldn't help asking.

"Seventeen—there are six shifts. But now, except for one personal leave, all of them have been dispatched." The security guard replied honestly—this answer aroused a new discussion. "Ha! So many? What's the use?" It was naturally Lucius who said this.He took another gulp of the brandy for himself and poured it on his back, spilling it all over the floor. "That? Pressman, let's try to carry him over there." Heiner said, "He'll get in the way if he lies here." So, the group of elderly people worked together to lift the talkative Mr. Lucius to the sofa beside him.

Nobody bothered to go down the hall to say something—which comforted our detective: after all, it was probable that the person who had said something was now lying on that couch.