Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Chapter 188 Sabre
Kande's room is almost the same as what he saw yesterday, and there seems to be no trace of being passive, but when he opened the fake book with the stone carvings sealed, it was empty. The stone carvings had indeed been taken away. The stone carvings are indeed taken from here.

Immediately, wondering if he was hallucinating, Clark felt that he smelled a faint fragrance, which was so faint that it made people suspicious.

In order to verify this, Clark got close to the fake book that was actually a box, inhaled carefully and deeply several times, and was sure that the fragrance came from the surface of the box, and then he carefully felt the sensation of touching the surface of the box with the back of his hand and palm. Feeling, and found that there is a fatty substance on the surface of the box, the slippery feeling should come from some kind of skin care products used by women.

So, is it Hera?

Clark is very familiar with this aroma, because on the first night in the castle, when Hera served him dinner, the two had close contact with each other, and the same aroma wafted from each other.

After closing the fake book and putting the things back in place, Clark left Kande's room and walked towards Earl Bluebeard's room.

The castle was quiet, and the hunting sound of the wind blowing the glass became clear and audible, as if a group of devils were knocking on the doors and windows, and the sound of the wind coming in through the gap was their creepy aggressive roar.

Depressed, Clark turned into the corridor and walked on the winding stairs. He felt that the way up the stairs was longer and farther than when he came last night. He looked up at the dome that seemed to be endless darkness, as if he He took the initiative to walk into the abyss where the space was reversed.

Perhaps, the murderer and the magician were waiting for him in the room he was about to go to, or maybe they were lurking in a dark corner, like stabs in the back, sealing their throats with blood, a fatal move.

However, his wild thoughts disappeared the moment he quietly pushed open the door of the count's room and walked into the count's room, because everything was as quiet as before.

The poor Earl with the blue beard was still lying cold on the big bed soaked in blood, the deadly saber was still stuck straight in his heart, and the cold light on the blade echoed the stone sculpture half embedded in that rotten face It's ghostly.

Based on his suspicion of Butler Valente, Clark guessed that there was something unfavorable to Butler Valente in this murder scene.

Since someone said during the day that Valente would go in and out of Earl Bluebeard's room every night to report the daily work summary of the castle, are Steward Valente and Earl Bluebeard really so conscientious every night?
Thinking of Earl Bluebeard's attitude towards him as a stranger, he didn't even confirm his identity carefully, and it was almost a perfunctory interrogation. Clark didn't think Earl Bluebeard would be a serious and responsible ruler for his castle.

Clark recalled the places that everyone had searched during the day, and carefully searched the corners and crevices that had not been searched. After searching for a long time, he still found nothing special, so he began to focus on recalling the search by Butler Valente during the day. Behavior.

"He checked the bookshelf here, the cubicle here, the fireplace..." Clark tried to recall the details. Everyone checked these places repeatedly, and finally his eyes fell on the body of Earl Bluebeard, "The body... yes , he was the only one who checked the corpse, and he was the only one who moved the corpse during the whole process."

I remembered that when the corpse was being inspected during the day, the two women, Mirell and Hera, did not dare to touch the corpse, so the work fell to the two men, and Valente was the only one wearing gloves and he did not trust him. Clark, an outsider, did not let him touch the body of Earl Bluebeard.

Could this body be hiding something else?

Clark shook his head secretly. The corpse examination was fairly thorough. Although the women did not dare to touch the corpse, they also looked at the corpse very carefully, and the possibility of mistakes was very small.

Clark's eyes then fell on the bed, and his eyes lit up slightly. Could it be that there is something wrong with the bed?
He glanced at the corpse on the bed, apologized secretly, dragged the corpse to the ground roughly, then got on the bed, and groped every place on the bed.

"Huh?" Just after Clark lifted the sheet and mattress, he unexpectedly discovered that the bed board and the bed frame that fell seamlessly were solid.

"No wonder it's hard to feel any movement and shaking when sitting on this bed." After discovering the abnormality, Clark felt that there must be some kind of mechanism hidden in the bed board, so he knocked around again, and soon found the center of the bed board. There is a hollow space about the shoulder width of two adult men, and it is guessed that there must be a hidden tunnel under the bed board.

So he began to look for various places that might activate the mechanism, and finally he found clues on a hanging painting in the room.

At the lower right corner of the frame where the picture was hung, there was a deep gap. Since the frame was black, it perfectly blended the blackness of the gap, so it was difficult to see with the naked eye.And even if it was discovered, if Clark hadn't noticed that there was a mechanism here, he probably wouldn't think it was so suspicious.

"If this is the keyhole for the mechanism to start, then what is the key?" Clark used his brain to think, started his brain to remember, and immediately thumped his palm, "I thought of it."

Clark's gaze suddenly turned to the crooked corpse on the floor, all his attention was focused on the saber.

Saying sorry again, Clark stepped forward to draw the knife, but accidentally found that the knife seemed to be stuck in the bone, firmly fixed on the corpse, and it was difficult to pull it out.

He straddled Earl Bluebeard's armpit with both feet, took a deep breath, and pulled it out vigorously.

brush!
With too much force, Clark sat down on the ground, made a big noise, and accidentally scratched his finger.

"Ah!" A suppressed scream sounded in Earl Bluebeard's room, and Clark was startled. Looking back, he found that it was a female figure who had fallen beside a bookshelf.

"You! When did you come in?" Clark said in shock.

In the dark, Clark couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but judging from his body shape, it should be Mirell, only to hear the other party say awkwardly: "It didn't take long, because I saw you there... I hid, But just now you fell down, and the sound startled me, so... Oh, my hand seems to be cut by the corner of the bookcase..."

Hearing the other party's voice and explanation, Clark felt a little relieved. After thinking for a while, he walked towards Mirele with a knife in his hand, and said softly, "Since you came in, why didn't you call me?"

Facing Clark who was approaching her with a bloody murder weapon, Miller was not only not afraid, but lit the candlestick to illuminate the room, then tore off a piece of cloth from his apron, and bandaged the wound on his finger. He said with a dry smile, "Aren't you afraid of disturbing the law enforcement officer's investigation and breaking your train of thought?"

(End of this chapter)