I keep peace by drawing cards

Takizawa Yume also looked at her clothes, the clothes were a little tattered, and a small hole was burned in the corner of the clothes.

There is an old castle ahead, and Takizawa Yumeya is standing not far from the old castle.

Unfamiliar memories flooded out of his mind, and Takizawa Yumeya went to the castle with a strange expression on his face.

There is a side door at the back of the castle, and Takizawa Yume also entered through the side door.

He saw no one, not even a trace of a servant.

Some headaches.

He vaguely heard a conversation, which came from upstairs. As he approached the upstairs, he vaguely heard several key words "Master", "Fire", and "Dead".

Takizawa Yume also disconnected from the coal briquettes, he tried to sense the blood, but there was no response.

In this world, abilities can't play any role.

Can only rely on ingenuity?

He went upstairs and watched from a distance.

There were several people standing in the living room, arguing.

"Who is the murderer, tell me honestly, don't let me catch and break your leg."

Joan said angrily, but he looked thin and thin, and his words had no deterrent effect at all.

At least Gojo Satoru dismissed him, and even provoked him: "Don't call out "stop thief, maybe the murderer is you."

"Huh?" Joan coughed twice, "You say I'm a murderer? If I want to kill him, I can crush him to death with one hand."

Gojo Satoru glanced at his slender arm that could be broken with one hand, and asked mockingly, "Are you sure?"

Joan: "..."

Damn Edogawa Ranpo! ! !

Even if he got the first trick, he could still get the second one. Zhong Yuan took a deep breath, his expression twisted.

Very well, Joan Jack is Chuya Zhongyuan.

He is a little irritable, thinking is the most troublesome thing in the world, and it is far less enjoyable than doing it with hands.

Before, he could use force to kill the suspects one by one and leave the world in the book, but now he can't do it.

The damned Edogawa Ranpo was obviously prepared. In order to prevent him from finding the murderer through violence like before, he specially made him a soft character that he couldn't resist.

When has he ever been so aggrieved in the Central Plains!

Zhongyuan Zhong also glared fiercely at Elite, who had been fighting the fire all the time. For some reason, Zhong Yuanzhong thought he was a nuisance the first time he saw him.

He stopped talking and turned to Edogawa Ranpo of the detective agency.

The people in front of me are very strange, who among this group of people is played by Edogawa Ranpo?

That down-and-out postman?Or the dessert chef whose eyes are so small that there is only a slit?

Chuya Nakahara put a question mark on the dessert chef. Edogawa Ranpo of his detective agency likes to squint his eyes the most. This dessert chef may be him.

Next, Nakahara Chuya's focus became the dessert chef.

The real Edogawa Ranpo yawned, and said sleepily: "It's getting late, please tell me what you did after you left the living room, and then go to rest after talking."

At first, no one spoke.

Still Luanbu took the initiative and said: "I'm that so-and-so's lawyer. Not long after I arrived in the living room, the housekeeper found me and said that so-and-so wanted to discuss property distribution with me, but when I went, the bedroom was closed, so I knocked on it for a while. No one responded behind the door, so I went back to the living room and continued eating."

It is not certain whether the deceased was killed or not.

There is no doctor here, so it is impossible to determine the time of death, but he checked the corpse, there was no sign of struggle, and found smoke particles in the mouth of the corpse, it is certain that the deceased was burned after death.

There was no obvious trauma on the body, and no specific cause of death could be seen, but the deceased died before the fire, so being burned to death was not the cause of his death.

The room was burnt clean, and there were no other clues except for the candlestick that was deliberately pushed down and the corner of the unburned handkerchief that was found.

The candlestick should be pushed down on purpose, so that everyone can mistakenly think that the deceased was burnt to death by pushing down the candlestick and lucking the fire.

And he also noticed that the door lock of the room was locked, and was knocked open by the servant who extinguished the fire afterwards.

Edogawa thought lazily, he touched his pocket, ready to put on the glasses in his pocket, and started to solve the case.

But he found nothing.

What about glasses! ! !

In the detective agency, Carl picked up the glasses that fell on the ground and put them in Poe's palm.

"Glasses?"

Poe casually put the glasses on the table, and murmured, "I don't know how Mr. Ranpo is doing."

Ranbu, who Poe talked about, had completely lost his motivation and became sluggish.

Those are the glasses given by the president!Where did it go!

Luanbu without glasses is like a magic fairy without a fairy wand, how can he transform!

Immediately after the second person spoke, it was the lady who gave the painting to Gojo Satoru, and she was a little anxious: "Cough...I left the living room to find Joan, and we made an appointment to take a stroll in the garden outside the castle together. "

"Joan?" Nakahara looked over. Joan was the dessert chef he suspected to be Edogawa Ranpo. He suddenly thought of something, "Wait, aren't you Mrs. Slick? I just talked to Slick a few days ago. Mr. Leake has seen it."

Gojo Satoru looked at Mrs. Slick, and then at Joan, who was frowning.

Wow, it seems that there is a big melon, and I have lifted my spirits.

What's the point of solving a case and finding the murderer? It's still fun to eat melons!

Gojo Satoru picked up the apple and ate it with relish.

Mrs. Slick looked shy, and looked at Joan very quickly: "I went to ask Mr. Joan for the recipe for making desserts."

Everyone didn't believe it. In her state, she either had an affair with Joan An, or had a ghost.

"I walked outside with Mrs. Slick for a while, and came back not long after."

Luanbu came back to his senses, and asked lazily: Have you ever been separated? "

Joan hesitated for a while and said: "We separated for a while, Mrs. Slick said to find Mrs. Mogg."

Iluka Mogg, the mistress of the castle.

Ai Luka was very calm, and replied: "We chatted for a while and then went back to the living room."

The next few people said that they had never left the living room. Gojo Satoru noticed that Joan next to him had a strange expression on his face, as if he was hiding something.

Time passed little by little, and after cross-examination, no clue was found.

The housekeeper arranged rooms for them, and Gojo Satoru lived in a room at the westernmost part of the castle.

He was sitting on the windowsill, looking up at the moon.

The door of the next room opened and it was Joan, the pastry chef.

"Wu, have you noticed anything wrong?"

Gojo Gojo shook his legs and said unhappily, "Are my acting skills really that bad?"

"Uh..." Xia Youjie said tactfully, "It's okay."

Wujo Wu's mood came and went quickly, he stretched out his hand and rushed to Xia Youjie's room.

He carefully looked at Xia Youjie's strange face now, and came to a conclusion: "Jie, your eyes are smaller now than yours before!"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Can he shut up?There is not a word that I like to hear.

Wutiao Wu wentssip and said, "What's the relationship between you and that lady?"

Xia Youjie's expression was delicate: "Ahem,, I am now her lover."

Gojo Satoru used the most accurate word to describe him: "Isn't that just a little boy who eats soft food?"

Xia Youjie awkwardly changed the subject: "The only clues left at the scene are the overturned candlesticks and unburned handkerchiefs. The bedroom is sealed. I checked the window and it was closed from the inside. The fire started from the bed. It burned, and now everything looks like the candlesticks fell over and caught the sheets to start the fire."

Wujo Wu leaned against the window, half of his body hanging, he said: "It's too deliberate, why doesn't the dead struggle when it's on fire? Can a living person be burned alive?"

Xia Youjie: "Have you been fascinated by drugs?"

Gojo Satoru shrugged: "He was burned after death."

Xia Youjie said directly: "I am not the murderer, but I have a grudge against the deceased in my current identity."

Gojo Satoru keenly felt that there was something wrong with it.

He asked, "What hatred?"

Xia Youjie was silent for a moment before he said: "He used his power to forcefully marry my current lover, and later 'I' disguised myself as a servant and came to the castle, and eloped with his wife...but then I was arrested by him again Going back, 'I' escaped by chance, but my lover was taken away. Not long after, Mogg's third wife died strangely, that is, 'my' lover. Half a month later, Mogg married a man who was 16 years younger than him. It is the current mistress as wife."

Gojo Goto's head was dizzy: "Wait...you let me sort it out..."

This relationship is too complicated.

Xia Youjie continued: "'I' changed my name and identity, and concealed my face to become a dessert chef. The purpose is to get close to Mogg. Mogg held a banquet on the island, and 'I' specially made an invitation letter to come to the island Just to avenge killing him, because 'I' suspected that Mogg's third wife, who was also 'my' lover, was killed by Mogg."

Gojo Satoru was already dizzy.

"Wu, where is your identity?"

Gojo Satoru said solemnly: "My identity is very simple. I'm just a painter. I have a romantic nature. I don't have money to find women. I know that Mogg is rich and I like to collect paintings. I came here specially to find Mogg to sell paintings."

Xia Youjie sighed: "My identity is too complicated."

"I'm not the murderer. In my memory, I went to Mogg to try to fool him into buying paintings, but his bedroom door was closed, and he knocked several times, but no one responded, and then I left."

Xia Youjie recalled: "Didn't Mrs. Slick and I separate after we visited the garden? I glanced in the direction Mrs. Slick was walking and saw Joan hurried past."

"Huh." Wujo Wu recalled what Joan said before, "He said he didn't leave the living room."

Xia Youjie disagreed: "Everyone present has their own secrets. If they don't find out their secrets and their connection with the deceased, it may be difficult to find the murderer."

Gojo Satoru yawned: "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

He directly occupied Xia Youjie's bed, Xia Youjie shook his head helplessly, continuing to sort out what happened that day in his mind

The sun shines in from the window sill, and there is still dew on the window sill that has not dried.

A scream pierced the sky.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie woke up quickly, looked at each other and ran towards the place where the screams occurred.

The sound was close, and they arrived quickly.

Mrs. Slick collapsed to the ground. She pointed to the room and kept moving out while supporting her body.

"Dead... dead... she's dead!"

Wujo Wu went in to check, and it was the hostess of the castle who died.

With her hands tied behind her back, she knelt on the ground in a penitent posture, with a fruit knife stuck in her chest, and her white pajamas were dyed red with bright red.

After a while, other people also arrived.

Luanbu swept away the previous lethargy, and became excited.

Things are getting interesting!