Chapter 36 Eleventh Scene

Quesy was standing by the phone in the dressing room in Hamlet Heights, which was like his personal kingdom, and Ryan was lying on the recliner next to him.The room was still dark, with only a faint ray of sunlight coming through the window. Kuisi called with his blunt voice of bouncing ice beads, "But, Mr. Bruno, that's what Mr. Wren told me, yes sir... yes, tonight, at 11 o'clock in the evening, please come to Hamlet Heights, and There is Inspector Sam, and there are a few detectives with him... Please wait a moment, please," Kuisi pressed the microphone against his bony chest, "Mr. Lane, Mr. Bruno want to find out whether the detectives are wearing Plain clothes, and he said, what's the important thing?"

"You can tell Prosecutor Bruno," Ryan said lazily, "The criminal police don't wear uniforms. As for what we have to do, we will take a trip to New Jersey together. You tell him that we will take the West Coast Line to West Cove. An extremely important sortie mission related to solving the case." Kuisi blinked and took the order to report. 11:00 p.m. sharp. It may be that he has seen too many scenes with Ren. Among all the police officers in the Hamlet Heights study, Sam is the one who is the most composed.Ryan hadn't shown up yet, but Bruno, who was sitting in the big chair, looked anxious.

When the chubby Falstaff came in, he hurriedly bowed and bowed. When Bruno saw him, he immediately asked, "How is it?" "Mr. Wren wants me to apologize to everyone, sir, please wait a few minutes." Bruno nodded in confusion, and Sam on the side made a grimace. During the waiting time, each of these criminal police officers who accidentally broke into the Grand View Garden browsed curiously about the various weird furnishings in the room.The ceiling is very high, and the bookshelves on three sides are full to the ceiling. Thousands of books are placed, and the cups for taking books are leaning against the upper bookshelves.Surrounding the library is an ancient elevated terrace, and two iron staircases spiral up from the left and right corners of the room and meet together.Books are neatly arranged according to ancient England, engraved with bronze labels - a large round table stands at the bottom of the front of the room, although no one is sitting at the table at the moment, but the momentum is still as strict as guarding the book Chamber of the Holy One.As for the only inner wall without a bookshelf, there are some strange things on it.Bruno stood up impatiently and walked over to find out. He saw that hanging in the middle of the wall was an ancient map with a deep oil color and a glass cover. In addition, there are all kinds of clothing collected by Wren in the Elizabethan era, which are put into boxes one by one and displayed on the floor beside the wall...

Suddenly, the door of the library opened, and everyone turned their heads in response. Kuixi, who was like a dead tree, came in first. He held the doorknob and opened the door wide. face. From one end of the arched corridor, a tall, stout, red-faced man strode in, proudly looking around at everyone in the room.The man had a strong jaw but sagging cheeks, and two dark circles under the eyes were a clear sign of excess wine; Putting his hands in his pockets, he looked at everyone with disdain. His appearance triggered a rapid and violent effect like gunpowder exploded.Prosecutor Bruno lay on the floor, only his eyes blinked rapidly, as if his brain could not accept the message from the optic nerve.But if Bruno's reaction was typically startled, Sam's was undeniably more refined and deeper, his rocky jaw now quivering like a frightened child, dropping and twitching; his eyes, His eyes, which are usually cold and cool, are now full of panic flames. He opened and closed them several times vigorously and quickly, and the blood on his face disappeared instantly.

"Grandpa," he whispered hoarsely, "ha-ha-Harry Lonstreet!" No one dared to move a single muscle.For a long time, the ghost standing proudly by the door uttered a strange cry as if from the underworld, and a sharp chill pierced into everyone's spine. "Oh, the deceit always resides in such splendid palaces!" said that Harry Lonstraee. But it was Mr. Jerry Lane's clear and thick voice.