Chapter 176

Dark clouds filled the sky, surging, and countless electric snakes swam away. The picture was like a lightning storm. A pouring rain was coming.

On the ground, an Yi pointed with a screwdriver and looked at the bloody car.

Tu Hongyu took a step back because he thought the clot was too disgusting and said:

"Have you found any clues? I think it's going to rain."

"A little"

An Yizhi was also smoked, and his nose was pinched red by him:

"At least four people in the car died here. Considering that there are only sporadic blood stains in the front row and then covered with blood stains, and the size of the car can't fit four people in the back seat, this is probably the place where the murderer dismembered the body."

"Why?"

"Most people don't bleed so much when they are cut. Look at the amount of bleeding here, even the arteries don't bleed so much, and there are only a few blood droplets on the roof without a large area of sprayed blood, that is to say, the four victims were dead when the murderer used the knife inside."

The human heart is like a water pump. It pumps blood to the whole body. If the heart is dead and doesn't beat, it will not eject blood when the artery is cut, but will flow out normally.

"The murder weapon is probably a very sharp knife and saw marks. Judging from the residual wounds on the cushion, the killer knows very well about the deconstruction of the human body. Imagine how difficult it is to dismember four people one by one in such a narrow space in the car, and it can be done without breaking meat. This person must be a good surgeon or forensic medicine."

Then Ann patted the residual blood powder on her hand and opened the door of the front seat to see if there was anything else in it.

The layout of cars in this era is far from that of later cars. There is not even a storage box. There is only a drawer without a cover. There is a stick in it. An Yizhi took it out and found that it is used to start the engine crankshaft.

The old car can't start with the key turned. It needs a long crankshaft inserted into the socket in the front of the car to start, so it's not uncommon to find this thing in the car.

But the dark blood on the crankshaft shows that it was once used as a murder weapon.

"Okay? I feel the wind around me"

Tu Hongyu is right. The so-called thunder, wind and rain will come. It must be a rainstorm soon.

"Almost"

Throw the crankshaft back and close the door. There are no more clues on the car.

"You said, if we don't go to the foreign Pavilion, how about turning around and driving back?"

"Don't think about driving. I've just seen it. The fuel tank of our car has bottomed out."

"There are other cars. You can walk."

——Roar!

Tu Hongyu's voice just fell, a huge roar sounded from the jungle behind them, startling several birds

"It's a bear. You can try fighting that thing with a pistol."

"... forget it"

It's useless to deal with a big beast like a bear. A small 357 caliber revolver is useless. It will probably be put down by the bear before putting down the bear.

The main task is to go to the mountain Museum. Of course, as a game with high degree of freedom, you can also choose to enter the forest. At that time, the system will certainly update the main task goal. However, an Yizhi chose the latter without hesitation between playing wild survival in the deep mountains and forests and playing detective games in the villa like an island.

They are not master Bei. They chose the former. He and Tu Hongyu, the two urban boys, probably won't live for one night

They finally checked their belongings and confirmed that they had brought all the things that looked useful with them. Only then did they carefully walk through the unstable suspension bridge.

As for the other two cars? They really don't have time to continue watching. The bear roar not only reminds players that the forest is very dangerous, but also tells players that I'll let the bear out if you don't go!

Through the suspension bridge, walk along the cobblestone path, and then bypass a man-made grove. They arrive at the mahogany gate of the foreign Pavilion.

Standing there was an old gentleman with a straight posture. He looked about 60 years old. It seemed that he could still maintain his demeanor after waiting for some time.

An Yizhi likes such people. He appreciates the style of these gentlemen very much.

This is because when he was a child, his family once received a relative from Europe. He is such an old gentleman. What you can do by yourself will never bother others, including going up and down the stairs.

It's almost 80 years old. The civilized stick in his hand is not a sharp weapon, but a real crutch. No matter when he sees him, such an old man always cleans up his spirit. His trouser legs and cuffs are always straight. It seems that he never bends down and walks without old style.

The most impressive thing was that he was polite and did it himself. Once an Yizhi's father helped him upstairs. He said thank you. When he stood on the ground, he quietly shook off his father's hand and said thank you.

The image of the old gentleman left a deep impression in the young an Yizhi's heart and once became an idol in his heart, but he didn't learn other people's virtues and upbringing at all.

"Mr. an, Mr. Tu, I'm Stan, the housekeeper of this special restaurant. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Please come in."

The old gentleman saw them and said. He opened the door and posed as an invitation.

The decoration inside the corridor is not different from that in an Yizhi's imagination. The main body is made of wood, with vases and various paintings set in frames on both sides. You can see that it is the villa of the rich.

"Please follow me. The host has something to do. He specially asked me to ask you to go to the guest room first."

"Thank you"

"You're welcome, my duty"

In fact, they don't know who the housekeeper is talking about. It seems that an Yizhi and Tu Hongyu are very familiar with the owner here. They should worry about not revealing their secrets when they see the "owner" later.

The old housekeeper led them through the lobby to the door of the second room at the corner of the corridor:

"Please take a break here. We are preparing dinner. Do you have any taboos?"

"No"

Tu Hongyu replied casually that whether this dinner can be eaten or not is different.

"Who else came before we came?"

An Yi pointed aside and suddenly asked.

"Mr. munston and his wife came first, and Mr. Hamill came first before you. You are the last group of guests."

So those two cars belong to Mr. and Mrs. munston and Mr. Hamill?

"Is there anything else?"

"What is your master doing?"

"I don't know. It's probably about business."

The guy who can have such a special restaurant in the mountain is 100% bourgeois, but he doesn't know what business he does.

An Yi pointed to Tu Hongyu. They had nothing to ask.

"Excuse me. I'll send someone to inform you later at dinner. I wish you a happy mood."

The old housekeeper left. He didn't walk like an old man at all. He left with a swagger.

"Did you find anything suspicious?"

"Not yet, but..."

"But what?"

An Yizhi wanted to say that it was strange to gather a group of people in such a place that they should not call every day, but he didn't say it considering that it may be the setting of the system.

"Look in the room first. Maybe I think too much"

They opened the door. Inside the room was a small suite similar to a hotel. The main furniture includes two single beds, a tea table, sofa and fireplace.

There is also a phonograph and a large number of records in the corner. Both of them live in the information age. It's the first time to see this ancient 'MP3' phonograph. I'm a little curious.

"Can this thing play a disc?"

Tu Hongyu is a little eager to try.

"Don't spoil good things, will you..."

Playing with a phonograph? Young man, you have great ideas. Learn cooking from me

They didn't forget the purpose of this time. As soon as this main task saw, they knew that there would be a murder. Neither of them was a puzzle solver. They could only carefully search the visible clues in a stupid way and splice them together as much as possible. Instead of reasoning through subtle clues.

An Yizhi began to explore along the wall of the room. He was so careful that he knocked on each wall with his fingers to see if there was a secret door behind. This was to prevent trouble. After all, he knew that a murder was about to happen. It would be too sad if the dead was one of them.

On the other hand, Tu Hongyu was still interested in the phonograph. He looked at the pile of records. There were labels on the boxes containing records. Most of them were classic symphonies, such as Tchaikovsky, and a few were operas sung by someone. However, he found a box without any labels or patterns in the pile of records.

"Come and have a look. I found something."

He beckoned an to come over. The latter was checking the fireplace and confirmed that there was nothing in the chimney. After smelling the speech, he went to Tu Hongyu.

"A record without any label? Did you record it yourself?"

There is no tape in this era, but because of the emergence of electric microphones, records can clearly retain human voice.

Put it in?

They put the record on the phonograph and set the needle at the same time.

"Is there a mistake? There seems to be no sound"

Tu Hongyu said in confusion that neither of them could fiddle with the phonograph. They only did it according to what they saw in the film. After waiting for a few minutes, there was no sound, which made him wonder whether he had opened it in the wrong way.

"It should be right. I remember that's what happened in the movie. Just put the stylus on it."

Just then, a harsh noise came from the big horn of the phonograph, like some large furniture was pushed down, and then returned to silence.

They look at each other. Is that over?

"There he is! He killed Erica!"

A man's voice came from the gramophone. He sounded hysterical, his voice trembled, and he was obviously in panic:

"Oh! No, God, please help me..."

Then came a sound of mumbling and prayer. They couldn't hear clearly, and then a much colder voice sounded from the phonograph:

"You can't escape. I'm behind you..."

The two subconsciously looked back and suddenly felt a little cold behind them.