It was nearly identical to the object on the woman writer's body.
Seeing this, the woman writer's expression suddenly became even more astonished, staring at him in disbelief, "Does this mean it's definitive proof we had an affair, even having a token of love?!"
"Cough, don't get agitated."
The piano player awkwardly stuffed the musical note cufflinks back into his pocket, continuing, "Perhaps this object was a gift from someone else?"
The woman writer slightly frowned, but also quickly thought of another person who often appeared in her diary later on, "The blind girl?"
"Right," the piano player nodded.
"But I haven't seen anything similar on the blind girl," the woman writer pondered, resting her chin in her hand.
"You haven't seen it on me either," the piano player said.
"..."
But thinking about it, the doll-collared dress the blind girl wore didn't seem like it had pockets for keeping things.
The reason why the piano player speculated in this way, aside from them both not feeling involved, was because the diary recorded a somewhat intricate intimacy between the three of them.
In the heart of the woman writer, who was devoted to chasing inspiration, the piano player might hold a position similar to the blind girl, for his presence had given inspiration for her writing.
Even more important was what the blind girl said while he was playing piano before.
At that time, not only the dancer's behavior was a bit odd, but he also thought the blind girl's reaction was puzzling.
"Although she's in my diary records and is almost certainly not the 'murderer', I always feel something odd about her." The woman writer knitted her brows, speaking softly, "You don't really think what she said in the living room about 'so-called impressions' is completely credible, do you?"
"I don't know if what she said is credible, but I do notice that you don't trust anyone," the piano player shrugged.
"Can't help it, we don't have our memories," the woman writer said noncommittally.
"What a pity, if it wasn't for the dancer always clinging to her, maybe the three of us could work together to investigate," the piano player said.
"You don't trust the dancer?"
The piano player didn't speak, but instead raised his hand and pointed at the ceiling of the piano room.
Although the mansion only had two stories, for this type of duplex structure, the owners generally design the space under the sloped roof as an attic, usually used for leisure and sightseeing, or as a private storage room.
[In the attic, the tapping of footsteps interweave into a requiem, freely dancing in this silent world.]
There were many guest rooms in the mansion, but why did the dancer live in the attic?
It might not necessarily be about living there, but in any case, that place was definitely her territory within the mansion.
This territory was indeed a bit eerie.
...
...
The kitchen on the first floor.
The dancer was supporting the girl, carefully explaining the bloody scene within the kitchen.
At that moment, as if sensing something, the dancer imperceptibly looked up towards the second floor, the corners of his mouth curling into a creepy smile.
"What's the matter?" Xu Shuo asked.
"Hm?" The dancer paused for a moment.
"You just said there's something strange with the refrigerator." Xu Shuo said, his right hand holding a cane tapping lightly on the ground.
"Oh, oh! I'll open it for you to take a look!"
Regaining his enthusiasm, the dancer flung the refrigerator door open, and at once, the blood that had been accumulating inside began to drip down once more, quickly staining the surface of the refrigerator with streaks of blood.
The blood flowing onto the floor kept spreading as the dancer sidestepped to avoid it, also being careful not to let it touch the hem of Xu Shuo's skirt.
"I tell you, inside there's definitely ghastly items like heads, organs, bodies and such!" the dancer said with a tense tone.
"Is that so?"
Xu Shuo reached out to touch the items inside, but his hand extending into the air was abruptly seized by the other person.
The dancer said with a chirpy smile, "So dirty, don't touch it."
Xu Shuo withdrew his hand in stride, asking, "Is it a male or a female?"
"A female, I guess."
"How old?"
"Hiss, B-cup?"
"...I meant, how old was she approximately?"
"That, I can't tell."
The dancer pondered, looking at the empty refrigerator, "But the corpse is missing some weight, so it must have had quite a few parts eaten away. I think the perpetrator kept these remains here intending to continue eating them later."
"She really is pitiable," Xu Shuo said softly, turning towards the doorway, "The kitchen's done, let's have a look elsewhere."
"Where do you want to go?"
"The attic, perhaps."