Chapter 95 Press the F key to enter the tank directly
"As far as I know, Madam is not Mr. Bart's first wife. She is similar in age to Mr. Bart's daughter. Is there any explanation in this?"
"The madam has called a detective, and the eldest young master has also called a detective. They all suspect that Mr. Bart died of homicide, and that it was the other party who did it, is that right?"
"Ojia, who do you think is more suspicious?"
On the way to the study, Wayne asked about matters related to the case, trying to find a breakthrough in the maid. The latter did not disappoint him, telling a story about a complex feud between wealthy families.
But to say who is more suspicious, this is not what a maid should know. From her mouth, everyone is suspicious, but no one is suspicious.
Wayne sorted out his interpersonal relationships. The deceased, Myron Bart, whose first wife passed away ten years ago, had been wandering for seven or eight years and was no longer strong, so he found an honest model for his second marriage;
His wife, Marina, is a professional model. She quit her job at a golden age and married an honest wealthy businessman who later became a lady; Dan, after his father died, he never left his hometown;
The second young master, Steward, was a failed sports student and a third-rate football player. He stayed away from home for many years and never left his hometown after his father died;
The third daughter, the eldest daughter Heidi, is an elite member of the family. She works brilliantly in the family company and has a good relationship with her stepmother. After her father died, she took over the company.
"It's much more complicated than the Landau family, but I'm not surprised at all. Have you read too many novels about the feud between wealthy families?"
Wayne was guided by the maid to the study. The study was located above the cliff. When he opened the window, he could see the waves crashing against the reef. The outer wall was straight and there was no place to stand.
The maid told the story of the incident, and it was the same story. No one was around in the middle of the night, she committed suicide in a secret room, and everyone had an alibi.
It has been a month since the incident, and Wayne can't smell anything no matter how good his nose is. He feels that his wife's commission is unnecessary. Even if it was a homicide, all the evidence has been destroyed. It is too late to investigate now.
If you think about it this way, the madam and the eldest young master are accomplices. They had a secret affair. In order to prevent the eldest lady from inheriting all the family property, they conspired to kill her husband/father, and then each hired detectives to pretend that they had a clear conscience.
Wayne was not just making random guesses. Madam Marina's behavior just now was too cold. He tried to ask about the case, but the other party directly pushed a maid out without any intention of solving the case.
"Detective, did you find anything?"
A blond man walked in outside the study. He was about thirty years old, with handsome features, young appearance but mature temperament. His eyebrows were melancholy, and his nose was confident, contradictory and natural.
Wayne looked at the other person and was surprised that there was a living case of a popular lover in the world. He had the appearance and temperament to kill women of all ages. If the golden retriever in front of him appeared on the cruise ship, his status as the third male would probably not be preserved.
"Introduce yourself, Kerr Poirot, from London."
"Wayne."
"I heard that you are also from Lundam. It's interesting. The White Glove Association rarely sends assignments to two detectives at the same time. Especially when an invitation letter has been sent to one detective and another one was sent out a few days later, it's very hurtful. People, aren’t they?”
The words are thorny and full of desire to win or lose.
Wayne was very helpless after hearing this. His situation was more complicated. Who made the temporary arrangements? It was definitely not the White Gloves Association who thought he was better.
The two detectives shook hands. Kerr looked at Wayne curiously and suggested, "How about it, Wayne, would you like to go out for a drink? I've collected some information here, maybe you can put it to use."
"Is this okay? Tell me the clues you worked so hard to collect for nothing?"
"It doesn't matter. For now, no one but the two of us cares whether Mr. Bart committed suicide or was a homicide."
"..."
Then you boy must have investigated a lot of things!
Wayne thought for a moment and agreed.
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The black car drove away from the manor and arrived at a bar in Crescent Bay. Kerr ordered a beer and Wayne ordered a glass of juice.
Just as Wayne expected, Kerr's face was extremely lethal and attracted the attention of many women in the bar.
Kerr raised his eyebrows at Wayne. He was a bit familiar, and he was making secret glances at the ladies around him. After a while, he hooked up with a wide and fat guy... in special clothes.
Wayne took a serious look at the special suit. It has a big mouth, a flat nose, a face full of freckles, a bloated body, and two very strong arms. In any case, these characteristics are not in line with the mainstream aesthetics of society.
Brother, you have too strong tastes. Are you highly myopic, or did you leave your glasses at the crime scene?
"Kerr, is that lady related to the case?"
Wayne felt it was necessary to ask clearly. Maybe the detective did it on purpose, his aesthetics were normal, and he did it to collect intelligence.
"No, it has nothing to do with the case. I just wanted to investigate her body."
Kerr raised his eyebrows and saw Wayne dumbfounded. He explained: "This is the charm of street food. It feels dirty, but it is so greedy. I call it human nature. Human nature longs for the pleasure of breaking through taboos."
It's really hard for you to put prostitution in such a tactful way.
Wayne couldn't complain. When he saw Kerr and the special server flirting with each other, he immediately wanted to go to the alley for in-depth communication. The juice in his hand immediately lost its flavor.
He raised his hands to cover his face and said from the bottom of his heart: "Kerr, I'm not referring to her career, but to that lady's appearance. You deserve better."
"Wayne, your aesthetics are too secular. If you put aside the standards of beauty and ugliness imposed on the public by the secular world, that lady is very good." Kerr retorted: "We are detectives with a pair of eyes good at discovery. If you don't believe it, Try it and look at that lady from another angle, she is simply a work of art.”
Wayne: (_)
Sorry, I’m so vulgar!
Wayne generally doesn't attack other people's aesthetics. After all, everyone has their own preferences, but if the other party attacks him first with his aesthetics, then I'm sorry, I have to explain everything clearly today.
Wayne opened his mouth, swallowed the organized words as they reached his lips. .
He tried it and changed the angle. He was very fond of Kerr. He was so handsome but he didn't like beauties. He, Wayne, lacked such a brother!
"Kerr, if you're busy, I don't mind waiting for you for ten minutes."
"Okay, I'll be back in five minutes."
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Seven minutes later, Kerr returned to his seat with a refreshed face, raised his hand tremblingly and asked for three glasses of milk.
Wayne admired him very much. Reality is not a game. You can directly enter the tank operation without pressing the F key. You can still walk back alive after being crushed back and forth by the crawler, which is enough to be considered strong.
"How do you feel? Do you want to take a rest first?"
Wayne turned off his sensitive sense of smell, and facing the true brave, he only had respect in his heart.
You must persevere and never become secularized one day!
"No, let's... talk about the case, and I... will tell you the clues I have."
"But you've been panting, is that okay?"
"No, no problem."
Kerr drank a glass of milk and said, "We are already late. There are no useful clues in the study. Even the corpse of the deceased has been cremated and the ashes have been scattered into the sea."
"If you want to solve the case, you can only start with interpersonal relationships and analyze the murderer's motive..."
Kerr found no evidence, but the detective's intuition told him that there was another mystery to this suicide case, and digging deeper would yield unexpected results.
"Myron Bart, the deceased, inherited the family business thirty years ago. His methods were very brutal. In order to obtain all the family property, he killed his two brothers..."
Kerr told the story of the deceased's fortune by working hard on his own and thus inheriting the family property.
"He found a killer and killed his two brothers. He often bragged about it. The two brothers wanted to kill themselves. Since they had no money, he helped to pay for it." Wayne was stunned when he heard this and said that he had learned something again and prayed to Oskar. Dun had never heard such an outrageous boast, otherwise he would definitely think that he was also eager to commit suicide.
"The reason why the deceased was so arrogant and often talked about this matter is that to put it bluntly, there is still a lack of evidence. Without evidence, the truth is nonsense."
Kerr's breath was relieved a lot and he continued: "Mrs. Marina's origin is very interesting. She may be the niece of the deceased and became his wife for revenge."
It was a bolt from the blue, so shocked that Wayne took a sip of juice to calm down.
"Several novels can be written about the grievances and resentments of this family. Everyone has a motive for committing the crime. The madam, young master, and young lady may all be the murderers, including the maid in the study."
Kerr lowered his voice and said: "One night, I saw her walking towards the study with a lamp, so I followed her secretly. She may have noticed me, passed by the study and left directly. The next day I asked her, and she said she had a disease. Somnambulism.”
"And she has a very weird personality, please pay attention..."
"In addition to this family, the deceased also had many enemies in society. We cannot rule out the possibility that someone hired a professional killer..."
At the end of the sentence, Kerr looked into Wayne's eyes: "Besides, do you know magic?"
Wayne nodded calmly, and Kerr smiled slightly: "In front of magic, anywhere is a secret room. Just because the study is backed by a cliff does not mean that no one can sneak in."
"According to what you said, all the clues have been cut off, and this case can't be investigated at all." Wayne frowned.
"No, you can still check."
Kerr's voice was lowered again, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face: "The person in front of you happens to be a magician."
Wayne was surprised, but he couldn't see it.
"Using magic to solve crimes is like using magic to commit crimes. I personally am very repulsive. I admire those criminals with high IQs who use almost magical operations to complete murders that can be called art." Kerr praised.
Wayne rolled his eyes. He couldn't make this friend. His ideas were very dangerous and he might turn dark one day.
"I met an elegant female magician in Lundan. She is a believer in the Church of Nature. She gave me a magic item. Tonight I plan to choose a lone family member to start with. When the time comes, you can help me provide alibi. prove."
Wayne: "..."
Elegant female magician, believer of the Church of Nature, magic props, these words were connected together, and he immediately thought of Xifei and Veronica, but referring to Kerr's aesthetics, the elegance in his mouth, Xifei and Veronica I'm afraid the card won't be able to bear it.
"How about that? You also want to know who the murderer is, right?"
Kerr was full of confidence. As soon as Wayne arrived at the manor, he entered the study to investigate without a moment's rest. He was a detective who was as curious as him and could not refuse the temptation of the truth.
Wayne really had no intention of refusing, and to be ashamed to say, he also had two bottles of magic items on his person.
He updated his diary, and Veronica rewarded the mushrooms. There was no emotion, it was all business, and no one took advantage of anyone.
"Kerr, who are you going to pick tonight?"
"Maid, her sleepwalking is so strange. Even if she is not the murderer, she must be hiding some secrets."
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At night, the two detectives returned to the manor.
As Kerr said, no one cares how Mr. Bart died, and no one urges the detectives to solve the case as soon as possible. They are just tools for family members to prove their innocence.
The night in the manor was extremely quiet. Wayne and Kerr were walking in the deserted corridor. The latter took out a bottle of mushrooms and asked Wayne if he wanted to take a bite.
Wayne ignored him, sensed someone approaching, and ducked to the corner of the corridor.
At the other end of the corridor, the maid Ojia walked slowly with a lamp. The light illuminated the white pajamas and pale face, like a ghost floating forward without touching the ground.
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"How about it, isn't it scary? I was almost scared to death by her on the first night." Kerr lowered his voice: "Since I found her walking at night, She appears in the corridor every night, and there are too many suspicious things about her.”
"Is it possible that she really just suffers from sleepwalking?"
"You'll know after you try it." Kerr held the mushroom bottle in his hand, left the corner and strode towards Ojia.
Ojia's eyes were as wide as copper bells, as if she hadn't seen Kerr, and she didn't show resistance when faced with the fungi fed by the latter.
After feeding the mushrooms, Ojia stopped and stood there. Wayne stepped forward and waved, and the maid slowly looked towards him.
"Did you kill Mr. Bart?"
The maid shook her head.
"Did Madam kill Mr. Bart?"
The maid shook her head.
"Who is the murderer? Who killed Mr. Bart?"
The maid did not shake her head this time and gave an unexpected answer: "Bart is not dead, he has always been in this room."
The maid's face was pale, her voice was hoarse and old, and her round eyes were extremely weird. She was completely different from the unlucky guy Wayne had seen before who took fungi and had hallucinations.
It was late at night, and he began to wonder if the maid was actually Ah Piao?
With one slap, it was clear whether he was a human or a ghost.
Wayne raised his hand and pinched the maid's face. It was cold, but it wasn't a corpse, and it wasn't Piao.
"Hey, don't go too far. We are detectives, not perverts, and... this is too ugly." Kerr stopped Wayne's teasing behavior.
Wayne rolled his eyes wildly: "Ojia is just plain, not ugly."
"Okay, you won't refute the pervert, right?"
"..."
Wayne was speechless and turned to Kerr to ask: "Where is Mr. Bart? Take us to find him."
"I don't know. Everyone is looking for him, the madam, the young master, the eldest lady, and I. They have been looking for him for a month and still can't find him." After the maid Ojia finished speaking, she bypassed Wayne and Kerr and continued to look for him. Walking aimlessly before.
"What happened to Mr. Bart's body? I have read the police file. He is indeed dead."
"The corpse is Bart's substitute and has served him for many years. Outsiders don't know it..."
"How do you, a maid, know so much?" Kerr was a little confused.
"I'm not a maid."
Ojia stopped, turned around, stared directly at Kerr, and said quietly: "I am his first wife, Lady Dinah, who was killed by him ten years ago."
"..." x2
Oh my god!
Kerr was frightened and jumped behind Wayne. He took out a cross necklace from his arms and said that the evil spirit had dispersed.
"That's it, a magician is lying to ghosts. No, you can't even fool ghosts!"
Wayne shook his head, took a step forward, put his five fingers together into a knife, and knocked Ojia down with one strike of his hand knife.
"Have you seen that, real magicians exorcise spirits like this?"
(End of chapter)