unreliable adventure

The gate of the manor burst open, what a dance!Under the colorful streamer of crystal lights, the gentlemen are wearing snow-white feathers and white gloves, while the ladies are swaying the big and useless skirts propped up by whale bones, and they stretch their hands in pairs, dancing in a waltz of three steps and one sigh .

I looked back, and the only lady in the team who could barely be considered a lady was Glinda, who was still lying on the stretcher. What should I do?

"What era is it? Still playing with gender stereotypes!" Francis feigned anger and said, "The Tin Woodman, quickly give me a blessing of wisdom, the most flashy kind."

Blessing of Wisdom can't really increase intelligence, it is usually used to refresh one's mind when studying at night, of course, the effect is very shiny.Satisfied, Fran turned around on the spot, raised the werewolf's right hand, learned the dance steps of a gentleman and a lady, and dragged his partner into the lobby.

Wayne suppressed a smile and said, "It's a pity that I don't have formal clothes." Then he saluted me gracefully, bowed and stretched out his arms.In this way, if I don't cooperate, it will seem petty, so... the moment I put on his arm armor, he also thoughtfully performed a cleaning technique, and made my clothes neat.

My dance moves are terrible, and I'm worried that Fierro will be left alone, maybe he can summon a crystal puppet as a dance partner?When I turned my head to look again, I saw the elf man said angrily: "A group of pig teammates are addicted to playing!" He opened his anti-illusion application after a disagreement.The fine net of the magic crystal swept across, and the upside-down dreams in the room were revealed.The guests were all puppets, one by one draped in dusty colored cloth, controlled by silk threads hanging from the beams, dancing in circles repeatedly.Fran was dancing vigorously, with one thick leg raised high, awkwardly standing there for a moment, neither stopping nor continuing.

The hall was still the same hall, but it became lifeless in an instant. The butler rubbed his hands and walked up: "Oh, I am laughing at you. Everyone knows that there are no guests in the garden on weekdays. The hostess is in mourning recently, and the old servant is thinking about it." Pretending to be a dance party, chatting for the hostess to relieve her sorrows. There is no intention of deceiving the distinguished guests."

I didn't bother to accompany him politely: "Where's your mistress, let her come out."

The butler sighed: "Oh, the hostess has never gone downstairs, it's because the old servants are smart, let's go!" A group of servants appeared from the shadows and moved the puppets away.

"Well, take us to see the Duchess."

But a figure rushed out of the slanting stab, gasping for breath, pointing at the werewolf with a maple saber in his hand: "Don't go! I, I will fight with you!" Looking closely, it was the young man standing guard at the door just now.I saw him tremblingly taking off his gloves and throwing them on the ground.It was too late and then soon, Fran stretched out his insteps nimbly, and kicked the gloves into his hands again: "It's too violent, too violent, it's just a woman, is it worth dying for? Go see her together, It’s not too late to fight if you speak clearly.”

"Yes, yes, Gouzi is unreasonable. Hurry up and put away the sword! Now go see the mistress!"

The hostess' room was at the top of the tower, with long black curtains hanging down, and white tin candlesticks filled with weeping white candles, but the candlelight quickly drowned in the tall and empty room.The Duchess, dressed in embroidered black gauze, came out to say hello, then sat on a chair in the middle hall, and said, "I'm not in the mood to meet guests right now, little girl."

"It's me!" The werewolf took half a step forward, and the housekeeper's son stood in front of him with a maple sword.

The Duchess looked at the werewolf with a complicated expression, and then lowered her eyes: "My love, they all say that you killed the Duke."

"Even you said that!"

The butler sneered, lifted the velvet black cloth, and the Duke's body was placed in the center of the hall: "Guests, please check the wound on the Duke's chest. It was done by a wolf's claws. Ordinary weapons don't look like this."

"No, it's not me." The werewolf's defense was weak.

"The beast is like this. Now it's pretending to be a gentleman. If you do something evil, you will just forget about it. A wise guest will not be fooled by this stupid routine."

"No, no, you can see that the Duke's lips turned green, and he died of poisoning. The vicious butler faked a wound and blamed me!"

"Poisoning? What's the reason? It's probably because you've got meth in your dirty paws."

The Duchess took a few steps back, the butler stepped forward eagerly to show his loyalty, and the werewolf stared down at the floor.

The Duchess looked at us for help: "I am a woman with no opinion and no heirs. After all, I can't tell the difference between adultery and adultery. Please tell me who is the real culprit?"

I gave Fierro a wink, I probably have an idea, as long as this puzzle is solved, the master of midnight will probably show up.If you use an anti-ghosting app, you should be able to get to the answer quickly, but it might not be polite to do so.

Fran couldn't see me making eye contact with Fierro, so he pushed us away and walked to the middle of the hall: "It's wonderful! Unfortunately, the script is a bit old-fashioned. Both the werewolf and the butler are suspected, and the one who looks the most innocent is the real murderer. Beautiful Duchess, you poisoned your own husband!"

"How come?" The Duchess's smile was a little stiff.

"Instigate the lover to kill the housekeeper, let the lover take all the blame and hang him, the ultimate beneficiary is only one person. Men, I know, arrogant, alcoholic, capricious, rather than lowering their eyebrows Serving them pleasingly, it is better to kill them all, wouldn’t it be fun to be the duchess yourself? Show up, Mistress of Midnight!”

"Wonderful!" The duchess in black gauze clapped her hands and stood up. She was the mistress of midnight.The obsidian manor collapsed in an instant, and the hostess' room was suspended in the middle of the night sky.The hostess said: "You have to be careful of the one who is the least suspicious, this is exactly the theme of this drama."