Chapter 23 Chapter 22 The third word in blood

The woman with the long red curly hair - she's lying on top of the most beautiful lamp: some of the bulbs are broken, and the sharp shards of glass are like thorns on the agave, cutting into her body piece by piece R: But most of the lightbulbs stayed on tenaciously, even though the lights had been stained by blood in that wonderful color that only good wine should have. Arwen Blanche's right collarbone was pierced by a strong and huge iron hook used to fix the lamp, and blood gushed out of the huge wound like a fountain.The hot blood at the beginning sprayed almost as far as half a person; but the pressure that is still flowing now is much less—like a small and weak mountain spring, coming from the newly dug spring hole in the neck It flowed out slowly, and finally merged into the newly formed blood lake on the ground? These terrifying red springs even dyed her upper body a chilling thick blood brown.

Several sharp hooks in the hidden place quietly cut her back: a piece of skin on her abdomen protruded surprisingly, but it was miraculously not penetrated—it was a cruel iron hook that was slightly deflected , hypocritically left its blunt turning point to the skin there, thus preserving their integrity; and at the moment Arwen fell, it quietly stirred mercilessly in her belly with its hook point, The flimsy intestines, and the mass of organs that belonged to that piece, were helplessly huddled together. Some could not hold on, and had already slipped out of the gap in the huge wound on the back that was brutally torn, barely hanging in mid-air—the mixed liquid in the abdomen that was stirred into a strange color, like Like a failed cocktail, it rolled down drop by drop from the top, exuding a pungent, disgusting stench.

Everyone could see that she didn't leave peacefully—if the wound at the collarbone was a little higher, it would have pierced her throat or the back of her head all at once.From the blood redness, we can recognize her face that is almost twisted into a ball, and we can also imagine her distorted and terrifying expression before she died: she was taken away by the pain and the sense of loss when she lost a lot of blood Life, although it is just a few seconds of pain, is already the difference between heaven and hell. Even a few security guards and policemen in the yard were frightened by this unexpected scene, and forgot to come over immediately. Psychedelic and weird light.

Emma was the first to run to her—so many glasses of Cuba Libre seemed to dull Emma's reaction to the bloody scene.She was simply amazed by this incident, this accident.She even smiled—Captain Harlem, who came later, looked at her through the French windows in the side hall: her back was turned to them.Therefore, they can only guess what she was doing at that time - she seemed to adjust the clothes for Miss Arwen, whom she had never met before, and then carefully helped her hands hanging by the side back to her chest, using a She crossed herself in a very peaceful-looking pose: her body was lying on her back in mid-air, her hands were hanging on the ground—it must have been an uncomfortable position.

But just after that, after that second, she started screaming - she looked at the ground next to the body and screamed, as if she was seeing Satan waving at her from hell and smiling.Her cry made even the villa security guards, police officers and guests who had just thought of approaching them feel timid and stopped. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh She howled like crazy, and when everyone didn't know what to do, Captain Harlem, the soldier, rushed forward without hesitation, and pulled her away from the corpse.He shook her shoulders first, and then hugged her tightly—her body trembled violently, her senses slowly came back, and she pointed to the place she just happened to see with her trembling fingers , Harlem also looked in that direction, and even the professional soldier couldn't help shivering:

On the ground, where Ya Wen's blood pool was about to be drowned, a string of blood characters written just now, a string of exactly the same numbers as before - "1105", was transformed into A desperate spell cast with evil magic, under the cover of night, strange light and the sticky and fishy blood, spread little by little, and disappeared little by little? Until the string The cursed numbers—they were finally completely submerged by the slowly flowing blood, but doubts and fears had already spread to the hearts of everyone present. Emma pulled Captain Harlem's dress, did not cry, but trembled— The blood of Arwen Blanche on her hands stained the captain's silver suit with weird patterns and rather weird colors "I didn't see at all, when did she write that What?", Ms. Emma took a sip of her wine and recalled with lingering fear, "That's terrible?"

"But how should this be explained?" Amy whispered, "August is obviously dead?" Everyone looked at Carl in unison, but he didn't say anything, just sat there with his head down. "Maybe the detective should be asked to finish what he just said?" Khamis suggested. Before everyone had time to respond to the proposal, Inspector Roth came in—he came to report the preliminary results of the on-site investigation to Karl: "Jumped to his death?" "She has already chosen that place?" Carl shook his head, "Jumping off the roof of this not-so-high building, only that place can be fatal--those lights, I really deserve to die!"

Wenzel walked over and patted this old friend on the shoulder, hoping to give him a little comfort: "Carl, no one would have thought of this in advance—you should take a break first," he said to him. Then he turned to Rot and asked: "Have you checked the roof? Can you rule out that someone else pushed her? Judging from the way she fell, it seems that she fell on her back—this is unusual among suicides." "Can't tell? Our people found some clothing fragments belonging to the deceased on the sycamore tree branch directly above the body-she may have jumped face down, but was bounced by the branch: it seems that it just changed direction, but it doesn't affect her pre-calculated trajectory before falling?"

"I saw that too?" Ms. Emma recalled, "She seemed to turn over in the air-the window over there was brighter, and I could see everything that happened just now very clearly." "If you jumped from the roof of the side hall, there was no one in the side hall at that time?" Taphne said, "Everyone was here, in the master's room." "And Ins, and the left-behind agent who left the master's room went to the hall.", Rot said, "Many guests in the hall have been let go-it's brighter than the side hall, no matter whether it's handwriting or not." Right or evidence identification, what is more convenient?"

"Have the fingerprint identification results of the first two scenes come out?" Wenzel asked. "Yes, I just got the preliminary identification report. Do we compare it with the fingerprint samples we obtained from those three corpses?" Inspector Roth looked at the information in his hand, "Unfortunately, we didn't get any results. There is no even a basic match. No complete fingerprints were found on the two murder weapons, but on the knife at the second scene, our people found a fingerprint fragment left after wiping. People from the evidence department are analyzing , there should be results tomorrow.”

"Have you confirmed the source of the murder weapon?" "It has been confirmed, and it is consistent with the speculated results - according to the testimony related to the murder weapon, our people have checked the joints of the hilts of the two knives, and found fresh lime juice and residual components of lemon and orange juice respectively? More Accurate data results may have to wait a few more days." "Yarwen's fingerprint samples will also be compared - it is best to let the on-site personnel go to register her fingerprints now." Wenzel said, "Has the fingerprint investigation result on the bottle of tequila come out?" "Fingerprints of August and John Baines." "Don't you have the fingerprint of the security guard in charge of receiving the gift?" Taphne asked strangely. "My dear Taphne," Wenzel said with a smile, "have you forgotten that they all wear white gloves?" "Oh?" "Also, what about the fingerprints on the kitchen door?" "There were no fingerprints on that door?" said Rotter. "Does this mean that the murderer must have passed through that door?—According to the available testimony, Nicholas the bartender and Geiger the housekeeper went out through that door in the afternoon Over: for cherry-picking—it's impossible not to find fingerprints on it." "But Mr. Geiger wears gloves too?" said Taphne. "Maybe they just happened to wipe off the old fingerprints when they opened the door with gloves on—I think Mr. Nicholas was specially invited by the villa." The bartender, and he also mentioned that 'the butler Geiger had the cherries swept up the garden path before they were picked' in case they got all over their feet while picking? Could it be Mr. Steward or Which security guard or servant is responsible for opening the door?" "I opened the door." The housekeeper at the side confirmed Taphne's conjecture, "'We can't let the bartenders and cooks we specially invited think we are impolite' - these are the original words of Mr. John." "So that doesn't mean anything?" Wenzel said, "or maybe the murderer didn't come in or out of that door—even if the doorknob was opened with a tissue wrapped around the handle and the door opened with white gloves. Similarly, within a short period of time, the Evidence Division can’t come up with any conclusive conclusions?” Our detective then asked, “So, what about the plastic bowl found in the side hall? It was submitted not long ago. that?" "The result of that came out very quickly - it was wiped carefully by someone, and there were no fingerprints left on it?" "Wenzel? Well, can you state your reasoning first—even if there is still a lack of evidence?" The one who said this was Carl, who hadn't spoken much since just now. His expression was depressed, and his voice was close to collapse: "You don't have to comfort me—I know I've made a mistake, but it's obviously too late?" He shook his head painfully, "If August wasn't the murderer—you know the bloody letter just now : I shouldn’t be so arbitrary? Maybe, I really killed him—and Ya Wen?? How could I be so arbitrary, I once told myself that I can’t be so arbitrary anymore—see Look, I've learned my lesson, but I'm still making the same mistakes? And, to say that to you? Damn it! Damn it!!" Karl beat his head hard with both hands, Wenzel hurried over and stopped him: "You've had too much to drink, my friend—as I said, it's all unforeseen and has nothing to do with you." He was going to call Amy and Taphne over, but Karl stopped him: "I'm fine, maybe I did drink too much?" He sighed, "I shouldn't play this puffy and smart reasoning game with you? Now I have nothing to say: insist on a wrong reasoning, I even sacrificed the lives of several innocent people for this—you don’t know my temper? I, now I just want to know your assumption, just like it was many years ago.” Our detective knew, of course, that he was referring to the case of Dr. Gelt four years earlier--through which he and Karl became friends. He nodded to Carl: "Okay, then?" Just as Wenzel was about to continue, the former agent in charge of recording hurried in and reported to Rot: "A dagger was found at the end of the roof rainway!", he said, "right where the deceased jumped - and we found her footprints: exactly the same pair of high-heeled shoes." "Have you started to investigate the fingerprints?" Wenzel asked, "Do you have any evidence photos?" "Here." The detective opened the file folder in his hand, and handed the detective a quick-view photo just taken. Several people beside Wenzel took a closer look at the photo.After watching it, Captain Harlem muttered softly: "A saber, is that strange?" Hearing this, Geiger, the butler standing aside, seemed to have remembered something—he said to Wenzel: "Show me that picture!" Wenzel handed him the photo immediately. The butler only glanced at it, and said with certainty: "This knife definitely belongs to the owner of the villa? How did it get there?" "Where was this saber placed before?" Wenzel asked, "Is it on the way from the side hall to the roof?" "Beside the long and narrow staircase, on the left-hand combination bookcase, as an ornament?" Geiger recalled, "There is no scabbard, and it is always placed on a small knife holder." "Send someone to check right away!" Wenzel gave an order to Rot, and the inspector ordered the police officer who came to report, and he left the master's room immediately. "Then," said our detective, closing the door for the constable, "I shall now proceed to explain my reasoning—as we have not yet obtained the strongest evidence to support this hypothesis, therefore, I Just to say what I think: There may still be some mistakes in it, but I hope it is true. ", he glanced at Karl sitting beside him—the old friend looked serious, and nodded to our detective.