[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

It was already more than half an hour later when Arnott arrived home.

Because she had already made an appointment to meet Flori the day before, she called Lorelai after class, but the response she received was that no one answered. This state made her a little uneasy, but usually Guys often fail to contact people when they practice piano to the point of obsession-so this is just a coincidence.

She comforted herself like this, but her heart was still uneasy. Although Lorelai is headstrong, she always remembers to send her a message every time she loses contact with her because of training. She has known her for so long, and she has never Been so silent.

Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but clenched her phone tightly, and on the screen of the phone, there were gradually dimming communication records.

The above time is three o'clock, and the pullout record is seven.

At the door of the house, when she inserted the key into the lock, she was still relieved. The door was unlocked. Maybe the guy was just too focused on practicing the piano, so he ignored the ringing of her phone.

But when she opened the door and walked in, she was greeted by only the empty living room. The furniture lay silently where they should be, silently telling the fact that someone was not there. When I took it off, the words on it were flying like dragons and phoenixes, revealing the owner's impatience.

【Arnold, let me go and see the new musical instruments in that store qaq Wait for me to come back to have dinner together at night, okay?——L】

In a sense, Lorelei is an obedient and good boy.Since she promised not to take the initiative to go to that store, then she will not do anything that breaks her promise. That is to say, Nierid should be the inviter this time.

why?

As soon as the question in her heart came out, the sight of that day flashed in her mind, and her thoughts raced, always feeling that she had vaguely grasped the clue.

How to do?

Should I call the police and wait there, or go over there and have a look?

What if she just overthinks it?

Thinking of seeing that man's eyes full of desire and fanaticism that day, Arnott involuntarily clenched his palms tightly.

That man must not be a good stubble.

Fanaticism and madness are one step apart.

When she arrived at "secret", the door of the store had already been locked. It used an internal lock that is common in stores and could only be locked from the inside. This proved that the person she was looking for might not have left.

Through the glass wall, you can see all kinds of musical instruments hanging inside. The shutters that have been lowered layer upon layer block most of the sight. Arnott looked in through the window and carefully identified it for a while. Only then did she struggle to find the secret door she noticed that day from the tiny arc of the fan blade.

However, the door was closed tightly, mercilessly isolating the inside and outside.

Arnott hesitated whether to pry the door to get in. A lock of this level was no difficulty for her, but if she guessed wrong, such a case of burglary would bring her a lot of trouble.

But when she thought of Lorelai, who was still out of contact, and Nierid's proactive phone call, she always felt that something seemed to be hidden, waiting for her to reveal it.

But in any case, it is not a good thing to pry the front door of other people's house in public.

Why don't you go around to the back to try your luck and see if you can sneak in quietly? After all, because she came out in a hurry, she didn't bring anything that could be used as a weapon except for a nail clipper.

Withdrawing his gaze from the window, Arnott touched his heart.

No fear, no fear, no nervousness, no excitement.

Fantasizing about the bloody scenes she might see, her heart was still the same as usual, without any emotional fluctuations.

There should be no one in this world who can make her feel the real [emotions].

But that's okay.

Regardless of whether it was the last life or this life, she doesn't need emotions. Absolute calm can keep her decision-making in the best state. Isn't this a good thing?

The excuses are high-sounding, but deep down there is a denial that cannot be ignored.

not like this.

In fact, she also hopes to meet someone who makes her cry, laugh, sorrow, joy, it doesn't matter what it is, as long as she can feel the fluctuations.

In fact, she is also longing for a sincere mood.

The sun fell from the sky and hit the face, burning clusters of scorching heat. Arnott folded his palms together, as if trying to catch the light, and they discussed from between their fingers, like elves who couldn't catch it.

Taking a deep breath, she told herself to put all her mind on what to do next.

——And before she knew it, the gears of fate had already begun to turn slowly.

FBI in Baltimore.

The computer in the bureau was running at the highest speed, and the engine made a creaking sound because it didn’t dare to run at a high speed. Photos flashed across the computer one by one—it was comparing the possible results according to Will’s words. staff.

One of the forensic trio, the crime scene investigator, Jimmy Price, who is not only professional in fingerprint analysis but also an expert in computer technology, slapped the keyboard angrily, and complained in a low voice, "Only these data... When will they search for a needle in a haystack like this?!"

"Stop complaining, it's better than having no clues." Beverly replied, she was sorting out and recording the information of the first three deceased, hoping to find out the commonalities of the three by checking their previous contacts .

"Did you find anything over there?" Jimmy watched their movements a little bored.

"It's indeed something interesting." The woman in a white doctor's robe put together a stack of documents in her hands. "At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but the third deceased once again verified my thoughts."

"Oh?"

"From Sonvia to Pavel to Sanfis Chelter, they seem to have nothing to do with each other, but in fact, they all have one thing in common.

They are all college students at school..."

"That's it?" Brian, who was looking at the autopsy report next to him, raised his head.

"Of course not only that, although she is a visiting professor at Johns Hopkins University, the well-known musician Flory is not limited to giving lectures at this university.

And when she gives lectures, she always encourages students to ask her for advice face to face.

These three people are the lucky ones who have bravely come before this glorious musician and been pointed out.

And you have all used browsers, right?

Enter Flory in the search bar, you can find very interesting things.

In her personal information, the column of students she has mentored happens to include all our victims. "

"Just three students, and then they all died?" Brian responded exaggeratedly.

"How is it possible? What I'm going to say next is the point."

It was Will who had been leaning on the stool with his eyes closed just now, as if meditating, to pick up the second half of Beverly's sentence.

"Florie has taught countless students throughout her life, but only one of them received special treatment from her. This is clearly stated in her personal encyclopedia."

"And the child's name is 'Lorelei'."

"But you're just guessing." Brian shrugged, "And it doesn't look very believable."

"No, Brian." Jimmy Price retorted suddenly, "I just checked the relationship and shopping records of this kid named Lorelai in my spare time. She recently had a big expense. , to buy violins. And that musical instrument store owner fits all of Will’s analysis!”

"The store owner, Nie Lide, owns a private musical instrument store, and this store called 'secret' happens to be located at 6901 An An Avenue."

Nierid's store is not big, but the location is good. There is a closed store across the wall. Arnott guessed that he probably opened up the partition between the two stores, and then used the other store as a A place where he does some intimate things.

Otherwise, in such a good location, it makes no sense for a store to fail to sell.

The so-called not being able to sell out is just unwillingness.

It's just probably because the door is closed for a long time, and the rolling door is used here.

And compared to the rolling shutter door where you can't see the inside at all, the front door looks safer.

Because the meal time is approaching, the number of people on the street gradually decreases, which is natural. Not far away is a street full of delicious restaurants. At this time, people should also be hungry.

And here are mainly all kinds of souvenirs, and it is reasonable that no one cares about it at this time.