dear archimedes

Chapter 68 The Adventures of Candy House (15)
Yan Su was not interested in answering: "At this critical juncture, do you want to move a stool and watch the reasoning show with tea?"

The writer's heart fluctuates, Yan Su seems to know a lot of inside information, maybe he is a member of the organization.Ke Yansu's face was terribly pale, he was holding on, but he was very weak.

The writer can guess this point. In the No. 7 fort, he saw wooden arrows scattered on the ground, and presumed that they stabbed him.

Is he a victim or an accomplice?

The writer asked, "Why are you leaving?"

Yan Su said briefly: "Someone wants to kill them."

The maid and kindergarten teacher were shocked, and the writer asked again: "What do you mean?"

Impatient: "Am I speaking Old English, or did you just get a 100 on the SAT?"

The writer is caught off guard by his sarcastic tone: "I mean, who's going to kill them? Why do you know anyone's going to kill them?" Suspicious.

"Because the murderer will kill everyone here, except me." Yan Su said, "You can suspect that I am the murderer, but please consider the safety of these two ladies first and move them to another place. I won't Leave the castle, you don't have to worry about not being able to catch me then."

The writer was still thinking, Yan Su turned to look at the maid: "Do you have the circuit diagram of the castle?"

"Yes. There have been power outages these days, so I dug it out." The maid ran to the living room and brought a thick stack of papers to Yan Su.The latter quickly flipped through the pages one by one, and under the dumbfounded gaze of the maid, he read them in more than ten seconds, handed them back to her, turned and left.

The writer shouted, "Where are you going?"

"Look for someone." As if saying one more word would kill him.

The writer follows: "I'll go with you."

"No." Yan Su stopped in his tracks, if the writer went with him, Arthur would kill him.After all, Arthur didn't need a policeman who could prove that Yan Su wasn't the murderer.

Seeing that he was so stubborn, the writer changed his temper: "I don't believe you, maybe you are a murderer, and you are going to kill someone now."

Yan Su said indifferently: "I don't need you to believe me, but sir, please think about it, why does the lawyer stay alone? Because he has locked the range of the killer and knows that someone is going to kill him. He knows that the person who wants to kill him is not locked in the room It's me, but the people with you. Why did the actor go to a lawyer? Does she care about him so much? No, because the police are coming soon, and if she doesn't kill him, she won't be able to complete the mission."

The writer is calm and not surprised at all.

Yan Su observed him for half a second: "It seems that you have already seen it. But you are not sure how many murderers there are. And the two ladies are here, you are afraid that you will not be able to protect them, right?"

The writer was seen through his mind, showing a little helplessness.

Yan Su said: "Please remember your mood just now. As a policeman, which is more important, arresting the murderer or protecting the lives of civilians, you know in your heart. If I were you, I would take the two ladies and leave immediately. Get into the sea and be ready to escape at any time. Besides," his voice slowed down, "Mr. Writer, I can ask you..."

Yan Su paused, can I ask the writer to take another lady away?Miss his student.

After all, Yan Su didn't say it because he couldn't.

Zhen Ai is safe, but if the writer takes her away, the writer's life will be in danger, and the safety of the remaining two ladies will also be lost.

He has no right to ask him to do this.The responsibility for taking Zhen Ai away does not lie with the writer, but with him.As long as he catches Arthur, Zhen Ai will not be taken away.

But if it fails, Zhen Ai will disappear...

This thought caused Yan Su's heart to be tugged suddenly.

If she disappeared, he would search the whole world to find her, even if it took his whole life.

He quietly lowered his eyes, then raised them a second later, without changing his face: "Sir, please protect these two ladies. Also, I had a fight with my girlfriend, and I went to find her. You can leave Wait for us."

This latter sentence reassures the writer's suspicions.

He is very sincere: "When I find her, I will go to the shore to find you. I don't want to delay other people's escape because of us."

The writer thought about it and decided to settle the maid and kindergarten teacher first.

Yan Su said again, "Wait a minute, I need to borrow something from you."

After hearing what he said, the writer hesitated: "This cannot be borrowed casually."

Yan Su rubbed his nose: "You're in love, you should know that girls play with temper...it's not easy to subdue."

"Special matters," the writer sighed, and handed him the things. "After you find Miss Student, come down immediately. We will wait for you on the boat."

Yan Su turned around and walked towards Fort No. 7.

In the early morning, the castle was exceptionally quiet.

There was a stale smell in the air, and a humid sea breeze.Because of the injuries on his body, his pace slowed down a lot.

The gunshot just now sounded weird, maybe it was the sound of the laboratory, or maybe it was a timing device.Simulated gunshots can be used as an alibi for some people.

Not long after he left, he met the butler head-on.

His expression was as rigid as usual, and he nodded slightly in a well-bred manner: "Mr. Logician, do you need help? But, didn't you say you would stay in the room and wait for the police to come?"

Yan Su said succinctly: "The actor is pretending, she is a killer, I am going to find the real actor. I guess the female killer is somewhere nearby, and she will come to kill the real actor soon."

The butler sullenly didn't quite understand what he meant.

Yan Su paused slightly, and continued, "Before that, I have a question. Mr. Housekeeper, when they heard the gunshots, why did the writers let you come over to check alone? Are you afraid that you will be in danger?"

The butler focused his eyes and explained: "I heard that the sound was not a gunshot, but a small gas explosion in the laboratory. Maybe some guest made trouble again, and I cleaned it up for a long time."

Yan Su stared at his face for a while, then smiled thoughtfully: "I think it's the same."

The butler heard the meaning behind his words, paused for a while, and asked, "Where are you going to find the real actor you're talking about?"

Yan Su walked forward slowly: "I looked at the circuit diagram of the castle. The route has been reinforced many times, and the cable is in the basement. Recently, the castle has always had a power outage. It's not because the circuit is bad, but because someone is trapped in the basement. adjacent circuit."

The butler had a serious face, disapproving, but the people followed him through the slightly sunny corridor: "If the killer you mentioned tied the real actor in the basement, how did she slip in? You guys come here?" That day, only one ship came."

"Of course not with us, but was tied up many days ago."

The butler was cold and silent.

Yan Su quickly walked to the destination, which was a tall stairwell.
He looked at the void and pondered for half a second.

When he was looking for Zhen Ai, he ran all over the castle, and now the three-dimensional map of the castle was clearly presented in front of his eyes.The nearly one hundred circuit diagrams shown to him by the maid changed from flat to three-dimensional in his mind, and the three-dimensional structure of the castle, overlapping and connecting nodes one by one.

All the circuits in front of me lit up in red, and they were intricately intertwined one by one.

He said softly: "For the first time, all the power was cut off. The maid pushed the backup circuit in the main castle, and the castle was half lit;" the circuit diagram in his mind was half turned off.

"The second time, when Zhen Ai had an accident, only Fort No. 7 lost power;" Countless circuits went out.

"Later, the steward and the maid turned off all the lights, and only the lower half of the main castle was on independently;" It went out countless times again;
"The third time, when I came back to find Zhen Ai, the housekeeper and the maid pushed the backup power of Fort No. 7."...

The fantasy castle is spinning, countless overlapping lines, series and parallel circuits, all irrelevant wires are extinguished, and the red light flows and gathers to one point...

He looked at the basement and was very sure: "This is where the circuit accident happened several times."

There were only stairs going up in front of him. He walked around, the floor was solid, and he knocked along the wall for a while, and there was an echo somewhere.

The housekeeper heard it: "Are you looking for the basement? Here it is." He pressed the button next to it, and the thick wall opened, revealing a short staircase.

There was indeed a basement below, but it was clean and empty.

The housekeeper said indifferently: "Sir, there is nothing here."

"There used to be." Yan Su was sure, he glanced at the empty basement, and curled the corners of his lips as if there was nothing there, "An empty basement was cleaned so clean that there was no dust or spider silk?"

The butler was slightly stunned, looking at the empty but exceptionally clean basement.

Yan Su squatted down, the pain in his chest suddenly magnified, he subconsciously clenched his fists and looked up, just as he thought, there were many wires exposed on the dilapidated ceiling.He straightened up, pressed the button, and the basement door slowly closed.

Yan Su went to the corridor, looked at the endless sea outside the window, adjusted his breathing calmly, and said, "The only explanation is that someone wanted to cover up the traces of people locked up here, so they cleaned it up. Instead, it was exposed."

The butler walked up and stood beside him, looking at the light blue sky outside: "You mean, people were originally locked here?"

Yan Su pursed his lips, lowered his eyes to look at the thin grass on the window sill, and then raised his eyes to look deeply at the sea: "Do you still want to ask me this kind of question, Mr. Arthur?"

The housekeeper looked out the window, raised his eyebrows, and a second later, his rigid and strict face relaxed, and a playful smile appeared on the corners of his long-pressed lips:

"Mr. SA, I have to say that you are a very interesting opponent."

They stood in front of two small windows next to each other. The morning light came in through the windows, casting two equally calm and slender shadows on the corridor and wall behind them.

Outside the window, the rocks are craggy and the grass is swaying.

Yan Su smiled slightly: "It's still a step too late. However, the person was moved away, which means that you didn't have time to kill the real Miss Actress and Mr. Butler." After finishing speaking, he looked sideways at him.

"Mr. Arthur, what's wrong with your plan?"

Arthur also looked at him, curling his lips in disappointment: "The killer was thrown into the sea by a cute little girl." The tone was clearly proud.

Yan Su froze for a moment, understood.

His amber eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the white clouds in the distance, the corners of his lips curved inadvertently, and smiled.

When he left, he said to her: "Brave girl, protect yourself for me." It seems that the girl protected him!
"Why didn't you kill the real actor and the butler? Because you played the role of the butler with all your heart and no weapons?"

"You're right," Arthur lowered his head and rubbed his temples, "but, I quit killing people a long time ago. I promised a little girl."

Yan Su's lips moved: "So, don't 'personally' kill people."

Instead, arrange for others to kill.

Arthur was a little taken aback, and said, "You can say that."

He stared at the complicated family emblem carved on the ancient window sill, slightly absent-minded.

He had taken Cheryl on the route, and when he was attacked, he put her in his arms while she was trembling, killed many people, and stained her with blood.After going back, she had nightmares and screamed every day, and hid whenever she saw him.It took him months to coax her back.

Later, he killed her family, and he didn't know how long it would take for her to come back.

Yan Su took a light breath, the pain in his chest was worse than he imagined.This time the wound was right between the two ribs he had broken in the last bank bombing, and I have to say, his arrow was really creative.

"Where are the real actors and butlers?"

Arthur came back to his senses: "It's in a place where the police can't find the entire castle, and," he turned his head slowly, "their disappearance doesn't prevent you from being the biggest suspect."

Yan Su smiled calmly: "Since I'm the biggest suspect, why don't we two become accomplices!"

With a crisp "click", Arthur's right wrist was icy-cold, and the most advanced double lock plate handcuffs, one on each side, tightly bound his and Yan Su's wrists.

White skylight poured in from countless windows in the corridor, and fell on the two tall men who were also tall.

The two were handcuffed together, but far away from each other. Their faces were as calm as water, and they passed through the mottled sky light from the window at a leisurely pace.All the way without speaking.

The wax figures in the hall were lifeless.Only Yan Su, Zhen Ai, writer, kindergarten teacher and actor are left standing.

The wax figure was staggering, Yan Su opened the gate of the castle.

The sea breeze in the morning blows with the salty smell after the heavy rain.In front of the blue sea and blue sky, there is no other redundant color except blue.

Yan Su stood at the top of the thousand steps and looked out, the sea was as calm as a jewel, very pure.At the bottom of the steep stone steps, the white boat left the shore and anchored not far away, perhaps waiting for him and Zhen Ai.

The person next to him moved his handcuffs, and he looked sideways at him.

Arthur pointed to the stone steps: "Mind if I sit down?" He glanced at his left chest, very successful, "For your consideration."

Yan Su knew that he couldn't hide the fact that he was injured, so he simply sat down with him: "Thank you."

His movements were somewhat difficult, but he did not lose his demeanor: "The arrow was you?"

Arthur's eyes flickered: "Others don't have such good arrow skills."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After answering, Yan Su actually smiled, took a breath of the sea breeze slowly, and asked, "How long have you stayed in this castle?"

"You mean her castle?" Arthur twisted the question meaningfully, asking himself and answering, "Forever."

It goes without saying.

Arthur sat on the stone steps to blow the wind, and suddenly asked: "How is my acting this time?"

"Full marks." Yan Su replied, "It's perfect from head to toe, without any flaws or showing off."

Arthur raised his eyebrows: "You still saw it." He put in a lot of effort this time, never thinking that Yan Su would find out, which ruined his plan.

"Ice cellar." Yan Su's answer was still short.

"Because I took you to rescue her?"

"No." Yan Su turned his head and looked at him calmly, "I carried her out of the ice cellar. When you and the maid closed the door, there was no sound from the ice cellar door."

Arthur was startled for a while, then convinced: "Oh, at that moment, you can still notice this detail."

Looking back at the distant sea level, the wind blew his black hair and said, "There was no sound of closing the door, but you said you heard it. Because you know that there is an ice cellar nearby, and seeing her disappear, then..." He He hesitated, but still said, "I'm habitually worried about whether something happened to her or whether she was imprisoned by the murderer."

Arthur's face turned a little cold: "Only because of this?"

"Yes, based on this alone. This behavior was not ordered by superiors, but a subconscious worry, which was substituted into personal emotions. Later, the death of the model further verified this point. He was locked in the ice cellar and instantly turned into ice slag. Not only Clearing the field is even more intense hatred. It is not randomly shown by the person who executes the order, but by himself."

Arthur propped his elbows on his knees, lowered his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose: "B said, I always ruin my feelings for her because of her bad things, sure enough."

He shook his head and smiled.

The sun is coming out.

Thin gold sprinkled from the east, covering the hair and side faces of the two of them, equally rare and handsome.

Yan Su put his left hand on his knee, and the pale golden sunlight danced on the back of his hand.He flipped his palms over, moved his fingertips, and suddenly remembered that when he came, Zhen Ai was standing on the side of the boat, stretching out her thin fingers to catch the wind.He really liked the innocent smile on her face at that time.

He stared at the sunshine in his palm: "You came here just to tell her about her life experience and Chace's death?"

"Yes."

Arthur's eyes darkened for a while, and his heart ached.He didn't expect Zhen Ai to believe in Yan Su so much, and to reconcile with him so quickly.

When Chace died, he kept it from her all the time, but she still knew it, went crazy and kicked and hit him, shouting heartbreakingly: I will kill you, I will kill you.

He literally gave her the dagger and she literally stabbed him in the chest.

Now, he doesn't understand, how can she forgive Yan Su when her dearest brother is dead?
But he also knew that Chace committed suicide by borrowing words.Compared with Yan Su, Zhen Ai probably blamed Chace's death more on him.He really didn't want to kill Chace, even though he knew Chace wanted to take her away, even though he wanted to tear him to pieces, but because he was her beloved brother, he never thought of killing him.

Countless hatreds have been endured.

Unexpectedly, Chace chose to commit suicide, cutting off Zhen Ai's last trace of nostalgia for her past life, drawing a gap between him and Zhen Ai by suicide, and completely pushing him out of her world go out.

Not only that, Chace also instructed his old department to steal her from the organization and from him.

Now, every time he thinks of Chace, Arthur wants to smash him to pieces thousands of times!

(End of this chapter)