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, but the clues are still scattered and messy, without a clue.His ears seemed to be still buzzing in the hall, and the black-haired gentleman frowned and poured himself some medicine. Joseph looked at him worriedly: "Are you okay, Mr. Hawley?"

"I'm fine," Ferdinand told him.

Joseph sighed in a rare way: "It's unfortunate that such a thing happened, I think I can understand Mr. Arthur's pain."

Ferdinand raised his head and looked at the profile of the young farmer. After thinking for a while, he stepped forward and patted Joseph on the thick shoulder: "Don't be too sad, Joseph," he continued, "If you don't move forward, then Death is nothing but regrettable sorrow."

"You are right, Mr. Hawley." Joseph looked at the emerald eyes of the other party, and he felt that those eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist at the moment, making people confused and intoxicated, "What should we do next? "

Ferdinand looked into the other's light-colored eyes: "Do me a favor."

"Please tell me, Mr. Hawley," Joseph felt that the other party saw his heart, "you know that I will do anything for you."

Ferdinand froze for a moment when he said this, he looked at the manly face of the other party, his sincere eyes made him avert his eyes, "go talk to Arthur, I think this matter is more or less Less to do with the ultimate secret."

"Me?!" Joseph looked at him suspiciously, "I'm afraid those noble gentlemen would disdain to talk to an inferior person like me."

"You are not inferior, Joseph," said Ferdinand to him, "you are my friend, and you are a bereaved brother like Arthur." Conversation has an important effect."

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Joseph hesitated and walked towards Arthur who was kneeling next to the corpse, and when he was within a foot of Andrew's toes, Arthur turned his head and shouted at him: "Let us be alone!"

The young farmer was taken aback, but he did not flinch, but said in a calm tone as much as possible: "Mr. Arthur, I am not here to disturb you, I just want to tell you that I can understand your sorrow. "

"You?" Arthur shook his head, "What do you know as a rough person?! What do you know as an outsider?!"

Joseph lowered his eyes, "My two younger sisters were killed just two days ago, and I always thought, if I had been more gentle when I said goodbye to them that day, if Hilda was asking me if her dress looked good When I was with them, I could answer very beautifully, if I could not quarrel over a little thing when I was with them, or if I should tolerate everything about them with my identity as an older brother, how great it would be..." He He choked up, and seemed unable to speak.

Arthur put away his anger, stood there blankly, holding Andrew's hand became colder and colder, and had to admit that he had regretted all this, "What's the use of talking about it now, farmer..." He replied.

Isabel, the red-haired girl, fastened the hairpin on her head, and gently knocked on the door on the third floor with a pale face. She waited for a while, but there was no sound from inside, just when she thought she When I missed it, the door was opened, and a pale face appeared in front of me.

"Isabel/Miss Raven." Ferdinand put one hand on the door and held the black cat in the other, looking at the visitors.

"Mr. Hawley," Isabel said timidly, looking at him, "may I talk to you? I think I haven't been feeling well lately. Do you have any medicine for my headache?"

Ferdinand looked at her for a while, but Felicity in his arms let out a threatening roar, and the black-haired man comforted the cat, "Shh, Felicity, be quiet."

Miss Isabel stood awkwardly at the door, "What a vicious cat."

"No, Felicity rarely does that," Ferdinand stroked her chin, which was her favorite spot. "She accepts people easily, but maybe she's a little nervous right now."

"Really?" Miss Isabel looked at the cat with disgust. She thought it looked like a demon. The pupils of the green eyes were narrowed into lines, and the fangs were exposed. "I made it nervous? God knows I even Will be fainted by a mouse."

Ferdinand smiled and patiently listened to the exaggerated words of the other party. Suddenly, he saw some red ambiguous traces looming on the other party's fair neck, where it was covered by the lace necklace. The black-haired man wanted to see clearly. But Isabel covered her neck with her hands, and the girl coughed unnaturally: "If you don't want to lend it to me, I won't force you, and your pet doesn't like me very much."

Wanting to figure out what it was, Ferdinand opened the door with a sense of curiosity, "Sorry, miss, please come in, I'll put Felicity into the room inside."

After accepting the other party's sincerity, Miss Isabel stepped into the room like a winner. She turned her eyes to observe the whole room, saw the cabinets full of bottles and cans, and at the same time smelled a woody aroma.

Looking at the man's tall and thin back, she wondered why he was still wearing a coat in summer, and the herbs soaked in glass bottles made her feel that the man was an evil wizard.

After closing Felicity, Ferdinand came out of the room. He looked at Isabel, who was attracted by the medicine bottle, and said, "Be careful, miss, there are some medicines in here that are good for me and not for others." But not necessarily!" He said, he took out a bottle of liquid from the cabinet, and he handed it to Isabel: "This is the essential oil of lavender and orange blossom, which has a calming effect, and I think it should have a soothing effect on your headache , you can take it on and have a good rest."

The other party's intention to drive people away is very clear. No matter how thick-skinned Isabel is, she can't stay. She nodded, and just as she was about to leave this weird place, a black shadow appeared under her feet. Isabel bumped into Ferdinand , fell to the ground.

The red-haired girl sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment. Fortunately, Ferdinand pulled her a gentlemanly at the critical moment, so she didn't bump into the corner of the chair, but threw herself into the opponent's arms, but her skirt was lifted, revealing Most of the legs were lost.

Ferdinand saw that there were not only whip marks on the legs, but also a red and undulating bump, which looked very familiar, but Ferdinand couldn't remember what it was for a while.

With a cry of surprise, Isabel lifted her skirt to cover her bare legs, shook off him, stood up hastily, and muttered, "I thought you were a gentleman, Mr. Hawley!"

Joseph was opening the door of the room, and saw Ferdinand, who was disheveled, and Miss Isabel, who ran out with a blushing face. He quickly averted his gaze, deeply sorry for Ferdinand's character in such matters: "Mr. Hawley, I don't know if you're just going to do it for a while...Maybe I should stay outside for a while longer and finish the tasks you gave me, so that I won't disturb you guys!"

"It was just an accident, Joseph!" Ferdinand pulled his collar, he squinted his eyes and stared at the other party, "Also, why are you talking to me like this?!"

"Nothing, sir, it's just an expression of disappointment!" Joseph said anxiously.

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"Disappointed, for what?" the black-haired gentleman looked into the farmer's eyes and asked.

"I..." Looking into those green eyes, Joseph gradually became timid. He suddenly blamed himself for being reckless, and his ambivalence made him at a loss, "I just feel..."

Ferdinand watched him patiently, even with a gesture of encouragement.Joseph clenched his fingers, lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't think you are that kind of despicable person."

"So you think I am?" Ferdinand looked at him.

"Sorry, Mr. Hawley," Joseph shook his head, "of course you are not."

"Thank you." The man sighed softly, ignoring the assistant's temporary abnormality, and what he saw just now made him very concerned.While Joseph was remorseful for his faux pas, Ferdinand took a small bag from his pocket and put it on the table.

"Joseph, I actually found some clues," Ferdinand said to Joseph, "in the palm of your sister."

Joseph immediately picked up the bag and opened it, pinching out a strand of white hair from inside. He looked at Ferdinand suspiciously: "Is it in the arm where you fainted?"

Ferdinand nodded, "I don't know if the murderer was caught accidentally during the murder, or if he let us find out on purpose."

"No matter what it is, it makes people feel uncomfortable." The black-haired gentleman frowned, "I don't understand what these white hairs mean."

"The murderer was an old man?" Joseph asked carefully, looking at the lock of hair.

"Perhaps it was deliberately disturbing the view," Ferdinand said. At this time, he thought of the strange appearance of Joseph's sisters' private parts and coughed a few times. "I don't know."

"Is there anything else, Mr. Hawley?" Joseph put the hair into the bag.

"And," said Ferdinand, "I just found out that Isabel is a fake."

Hearing that name, Joseph felt a burst of displeasure: "She is Mr. Arthur's lover, Mr. Hawley."

"What?!" Ferdinand opened his eyes wide.

"I thought you knew