triple world

The size of the bathroom was not small, and they could still go in together, and they all gathered around the bathtub to look at the corpse inside.

There were more than a dozen wounds on his chest, and the gushing blood stained his shirt red. The incisions were of the same size, so they should have come from the same knife.

It was obvious that he was injured at the door of the bathroom when he was first injured, and there was a large area of ​​traces left by blood spatters on the upper half of the door frame.

Then he collapsed and was dragged into the bathtub, where the killer stabbed him with the remaining dozen or so knives.

He should have been alive when he was first dragged into the bathtub. Several struggling bloody handprints could be seen on the edge of the bathtub. Such marks can only be left by lying in the bathtub.

Fu Yan sighed lightly, he was not afraid of such a tragic scene, but every time he saw such a tragic scene, he would feel heavy.

Zhai Feiwen stood beside him and looked at him, and said softly: "Baby, you should snuggle into my arms in fear at a time like this, instead of standing there blankly."

Fu Yan: "..." But after a short time together, he felt that he couldn't bear the tired relationship and dialogue between Zhai Feiwen and Xia Deng, and even felt that the other party was a bit confused because of the 100 points above his head that had never changed. Careless.

Although he is not worried about the other party, it is undeniable that carelessness is fatal in the game world. He does not look like such a person, and it may be because he is surrounded by his lover and is completely defenseless.

To be honest, in such a game world, it is undoubtedly a kind of misfortune for such a person to face such a clearance requirement.

It's just that this is beneficial to him, so he didn't say much, but obediently moved closer to Zhai Feiwen.

The face of the man in the bathtub still kept the shocked look before him, and he did not close his eyes until he died. The person who treated him so cruelly was someone he knew or was familiar with, so he was killed so easily.

The man who was a little hard to accept the feelings of the two men took two steps forward. He had brown hair and looked a little serious, and he didn't look easy to get along with.

"His death time should be about three or four hours." He looked closely at the dead man's eyes.

The other man was a little curious: "How do you know?"

"His eyes told me that the pupils were slightly whitish and still moist, and the time was not too far behind," said the brown-haired man.

He stretched his hand across the deceased's jeans again, and soon his thighs were exposed, and purple spots were deposited on the pale skin, and the spots faded after pressing with his fingers.

The brown-haired man withdrew his hand and walked to the sink to start washing his hands. He said, "The state of the corpse spot also supports my result. I don't know what time it is now, but it should be five or six o'clock according to the weather. He was probably in the afternoon." Died at one or two o'clock."

"From the hint in the mirror, it can be deduced that we were already in this villa when we were guests, that is to say, when there were so many guests downstairs, this man was killed in the toilet on the second floor, It didn't alarm us, so the movement must not be big, it should be committed by an acquaintance." The woman with a short hair said.

This guess is very likely.

Based on the viewpoint of the brown-haired man, if the man who died quietly in the afternoon struggled, he would definitely disturb "them" who were waiting downstairs. After all, if a stranger suddenly appeared at home, we can speculate based on the strong man in front of him. You will definitely be vigilant, and it is time to call someone.

So it should be someone he knows.

Gu Wensheng didn't speak, he was always paying attention to Fu Yan beside him.

This kind of attention is actually quite obvious, at least Xia Deng and Fu Yan, who has been paying attention to Gu Wensheng, have already noticed it.

He could only lament that Gu Wensheng's intuition was really powerful.

The more you talk, the more you expose. Except for Xia Deng, played by Fu Yan, who said something at the beginning, there is one person in each team who has never spoken. The lack of deep knowledge of the original owner makes them subconsciously lower themselves. presence.

"If this is Mr. Smith, then did his wife also die?" Zhai Feiwen said, and looked out of the bathroom door again, "We have to find her."

There seems to be no one else in the villa except them. Now that the man died in the bathtub, it is very likely that his wife died too, if the murderer was not his wife.

When Mr. and Mrs. Smith entertained friends, there should be no one else in the villa except their ten friends.Cruel as it may be to think so, Mrs. Smith, the wife, was the easiest person to commit bathroom murder.

Especially in the world of mirrors, anything can happen.

They left the bathroom, went to the nearby room to check, and soon found the dead Mrs. Smith in the bedroom.

She was wearing a white dress, with her hands resting on her lower abdomen, with a calm and sad expression on her face, and her chest was already stained with blood, and a fruit knife was stuck in her chest.

"It's a bit troublesome now." The brown-haired man frowned when he saw this scene, "She's dead too."

Now they have been able to confirm that the two dead people in this villa are the owners of the house Mr. and Mrs. Smith. There is a wedding photo of them hanging on the wall facing the bed, and the two people inside are smiling happily.

"Let's look for each other. The secrets in the villa are not only how they died, but also why they died."

Both the Smiths were dead. They searched the villa briefly and found no one else, so they could only start with dead things.

The inch-cut woman and her companion went to the study, the brown-haired man went to examine Mrs. Smith's body, another couple went to the small living room outside, Gu Wensheng took Xia Deng to the third floor, Fu Yan and Zhai Feiyun also stayed bedroom.

The place where a person lives for a long time must have the most information about him, and it is very likely that Fu Yan and the others will find unexpected clues.

There are also several photos on the desk in the room, all of which are photos of the Smiths, from the photo of them at the school gate to the photos after their wedding. No matter which one shows their excellent feelings, plus Now that Mrs. Smith has also died here, although her suspicion is still there, it is much smaller.

Fu Yan and Zhai Feiwen haven't found any other useful clues yet, the brown-haired man suddenly said: "It seems that the position of the knife is not right."

"What's wrong?" Fu Yan asked.

The brown-haired man pointed to the handle of the fruit knife stuck in Mrs. Smith's chest: "Look at this side, there are grooves on the handle for fingers, so once people pick up the knife, they will habitually place their fingers on these If you stab her from the front or grab her from the back and stab her, the groove should point in the direction of her feet, not toward her head. If If you hold the knife in your backhand, it will go in the wrong direction.”

He shook his head, not quite able to imagine this kind of knife-holding posture.

Fu Yan followed his fingers to look over, and it was exactly as he said, and he also found something inconsistent. Mrs. Smith was a taller person, and she was almost as tall as Mr. Smith just by looking at the wedding photos, and this fruit knife The piercing position is too high, just looking at the posture, it looks more like Mrs. Smith has inserted a fruit knife into her chest...

The expression on her face was so calm that it deepened Fu Yan's guess.

At this time, the woman next to the brown-haired man suddenly said, "This knife is the same as the one that killed Mr. Smith."

The brown-haired man froze for a moment, and was so busy checking Mrs. Smith's body that he forgot about it.

They went back to the bathroom to check, and the wound and the fruit knife really matched.

"Mrs. Smith killed Mr. Smith and then committed suicide?"

"It doesn't seem possible. This home is well-cared for at first glance. It can be seen from their photos that they are very in love with each other." Zhai Feiwen said, and this clue is so obvious that people can't believe it.

Fu Yan and the others actually thought the same way, but things are still uncertain, and they still need to continue to explore.

They quickly found Mrs. Smith's mobile phone, which was not locked. Fu Yan and the others found the chat records of the couple.

[Help me dear, I found the plate I was looking for but I think it's hard for me to move it down. 】

[Okay, wait for me for 1 minute, I'll be there soon. 】

The four of Fu Yan looked at each other, and the time to send the message was exactly [-]:[-] in the afternoon.

Mrs. Smith went upstairs to look for dishes and then asked her husband to help. Mr. Smith, who was still in the kitchen, put down what he was doing to find her wife, and then the rest happened.

They scrolled up and found that there was nothing wrong with the chat records of the husband and wife, and they had always looked very affectionate.

"This is?" Zhai Feiwen reached out and pulled out a photo from under Mrs. Smith's hands that were pressed against her abdomen. The photo was folded and was just covered by her hands, so they didn't notice it before.

The photo has been a few years old, and it is a little yellow. In the photo, Mrs. Smith was wearing such a white dress when she was young. It was obviously a photo taken a long time ago.

"Why does she have a picture of herself in her hand?" The brunette man was a little surprised.

His teammate said cautiously: "Could it be that someone who admired her killed them?"

But they still failed to draw a final conclusion.

Soon, the people who went to search the study room and the third floor all came back. After hearing their guesses, the woman with the short hair who went to the study room shook her head: "They should be very loving, see what we found."

She shook the notebook in her hand. It was the interface of the mailbox, and the recipient's name of the displayed email was Gu Wensheng - it was an email sent by the Smiths to their friends.

There is a small video in which the husband and wife leaned together to express their invitation. Today is their sixth wedding anniversary. They hope to share this joy with their partners and tell everyone that they are going to have one Children come to complete the family.

Obviously their relationship is really good, Mrs. Smith has no reason to kill her husband, on the contrary, another guess is possible.

At the same time, they also brought back a diary of Mr. Smith, but the companion of the cropped woman looked through it and said that there was nothing wrong with it, and they brought it because the diary might have some secrets.

Fu Yan picked up the book and flipped through a few pages. The records were all about life events and the fun between him and Mrs. Smith. There was indeed nothing wrong with it.

Until Fu Yan's eyes flicked over a line of words, he stopped his fingers just as he was about to turn the page.

【I'm really tired of writing a diary】