Restarting the myth

"As far as I know, the lady is not Mr. Bart's original wife. She is about the same age as Mr. Bart's daughter. Is there any explanation for this?"

"The lady has found a detective, and the eldest master has also found a detective. They all suspect that Mr. Bart died of homicide, and that the other party did it. Is that right?"

"Ojia, who do you think is more suspicious?"

On the way to the study, Wayne asked about matters related to the case and tried to find a breakthrough in the maid. The latter did not disappoint him and told him a complicated feud between wealthy families.

But to say who is more suspicious, this is not something a maid should know. From her mouth, everyone is suspected, but no one is suspected.

Wayne sorted out his interpersonal relationships. The deceased, Myron Bart, had his first wife pass away ten years ago. After seven or eight years of flirting, he was no longer strong and found an honest model for his second marriage;

Marina, his wife, was a professional model. She quit her job at her prime age and married an honest wealthy businessman who became a noblewoman;

The eldest son, Hayden, was a typical representative of a wealthy family who liked to flirt. He had a bad relationship with his father and lived in London for many years. After his father died, he stayed in his hometown and never left;

The second son, Stuart, was a failed athlete and a third-rate football player. He stayed away from home for many years. After his father died, he stayed in his hometown and never left;

The third daughter, the eldest daughter, Heidi, was a family elite. She worked very well in the family company and had a good relationship with her stepmother. After her father died, she took on the responsibility of the company.

"It's much more complicated than the Landau family, but I'm not surprised at all. Have you seen too many grudges among the rich?"

Wayne came to the study under the guidance of the maid. The study is located above the cliff. When you open the window, you can see the waves hitting the reef. The outer wall is straight and there is no place to stand.

The maid recounted the incident, still the same routine, no one in the middle of the night, suicide in a closed room, and everyone has an alibi.

A month has passed since the incident. No matter how good Wayne's nose is, he can't smell anything. He feels that the lady's commission is a bit redundant. Even if it is homicide, all the evidence has been destroyed. It's too late to investigate now.

According to this idea, the lady and the young master are accomplices. The two secretly have an affair. In order to prevent the young lady from inheriting all the family property, they conspired to kill their husbands/fathers, and then each hired a detective to pretend that they have a clear conscience.

Wayne is not guessing randomly. Mrs. Marina's performance just now was too cold. He tried to ask about the case, and the other party directly pushed a maid out, without any intention of solving the case.

"Detective, have you found anything?"

A blond man walked into the study. He was about 30 years old, with handsome features, young appearance but mature temperament, melancholy eyebrows, confident nose bridge, contradictory and natural.

Wayne looked at him and was surprised that there was a real living example of a popular lover in the world. His appearance and temperament were popular with women of all ages. If the golden retriever in front of him appeared on the cruise ship, his position as the third man might not be maintained.

"Let me introduce myself, Keer Poirot, from London."

"Wayne."

"I heard that you are also from London. It's really interesting. The White Glove Association rarely sends tasks to two detectives at the same time. Especially when an invitation letter has been sent to a detective, and another one is sent a few days later, it's very hurtful, isn't it?"

The words were thorny and full of desire to win.

Wayne was very helpless after hearing this. His situation was more complicated. It was arranged by someone temporarily, and it was definitely not because the White Glove Association thought he was better.

The two detectives shook hands. Kerr looked at Wayne curiously and suggested, "How about going out for a drink, Wayne? I have collected some information here, maybe you can use it."

"How about this? You told me all the clues you collected with great difficulty for nothing?"

"It doesn't matter. For now, no one except the two of us cares whether Mr. Bart committed suicide or was murdered."

"..."

Then you must have investigated a lot of things!

Wayne thought for a while and agreed.

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The black car drove away from the manor and arrived at a bar in Crescent Bay. Kerr asked for a beer and Wayne ordered a glass of juice.

As Wayne expected, Kerr's face was extremely lethal and attracted the attention of many ladies in the bar.

Kerr raised his eyebrows at Wayne. He was a little familiar and flirted with the ladies around him. After a while, he hooked up with a fat...special service.

Wayne looked at the special service with a serious face. He had a big mouth, a flat nose, freckles all over his face, a bloated body, and two very strong arms. In any case, these characteristics did not conform to the mainstream aesthetics of society.

Buddy, your taste is too strong. Is it because of severe myopia, or did your glasses fall at the crime scene?

"Kerr, is that lady related to the case?"

Wayne felt it necessary to ask clearly. Maybe the famous detective did it on purpose. His aesthetics was normal. He did this to collect intelligence.

"No, it has nothing to do with the case. I just want to investigate her body."

Kerr raised his eyebrows and saw Wayne stunned. He explained: "This is the charm of street food. It feels dirty, but it is so greedy. I call it human nature. Human nature desires the pleasure brought by breaking taboos."

It's really hard for you to say whoring so euphemistically.

Wayne couldn't complain. Seeing Kerr and the special service flirting with each other, he seemed to want to go to the alley for in-depth communication immediately. The juice in his hand immediately lost its fragrance.

He raised his hands to cover his face and said from the bottom of his heart: "Kerr, I'm not talking about the career, but the appearance of that lady. You deserve better."

"Wayne, your aesthetics are too secular. If you put aside the secular standards of beauty and ugliness imposed on the public, that lady is very good." Kerr retorted: "We are detectives with eyes that are good at discovering. If you don't believe me, try to look at that lady from a different angle. She is simply a work of art."

Wayne: (_)

Sorry, I am so vulgar!

Wayne generally does not attack other people's aesthetics. After all, different people have different preferences. But if the other party attacks him with aesthetics first, then I'm sorry. I have to make it clear what I say today.

Wayne opened his mouth, and the organized language came to his mouth and swallowed it back...

He tried it, and changed his angle. He liked Kerr very much. He was so handsome but didn't like beautiful women. Wayne lacked such a brother!

"Kerr, if you are busy, I don't mind waiting for you for ten minutes."

"Okay, I'll be back in five minutes."

...

Seven minutes later, Kerr returned to his seat with a refreshed face, and raised his hand tremblingly to ask for three glasses of milk.

Wayne admired him very much. Reality is not a game. He didn't press the F key to directly enter the tank operation. He was crushed back and forth by the tracks and could still walk back alive. He was strong enough.

"How do you feel? Do you want to take a rest first?"

Wayne turned off his sensitive sense of smell. Facing the real brave man, he only had respect in his heart.

You must insist on it. Don't be secularized one day!

"No, let's... talk about the case. I... tell you the clues I have."

"But you have been panting. Is it okay?"

"No, no problem."

Kerr drank a glass of milk in big gulps and said, "We are late. There are no useful clues in the study. Even the body of the deceased has been cremated and the ashes have been scattered into the sea."

"If you want to solve the case, you can only start with interpersonal relationships and analyze the motives of the murderer..."

Kerr did not find any evidence, but the detective's intuition told him that there was another mystery in this suicide case, and there would be unexpected gains if he dug deeper.

"The deceased, Myron Bart, inherited the family business thirty years ago. His methods were very brutal. In order to obtain all the family property, he killed his two brothers..."

Kerr told the story of how the deceased inherited the family property by working hard on his own.

"He hired a killer to kill his two brothers. He often boasted outside that his two brothers wanted to end their lives. Because they had no money, he helped to pay for it."

Wayne was stunned and said that he had learned something again. He prayed that Auston had never heard such an outrageous boast, otherwise he would definitely think that he also wanted to end his life.

"The reason why the deceased was so arrogant and often talked about this matter was that there was a lack of evidence. Without evidence, the truth was nonsense."

Kerr's asthma was relieved a lot, and he continued: "Mrs. Marina's origin is very interesting. She may be the deceased's niece, and she became the deceased's wife for revenge."

It was a bolt from the blue, and Wayne drank a sip of juice to calm his nerves.

"The grievances of this family can fill several books. Everyone has a motive for committing the crime. The lady, the young master, the young lady, they could all be the murderer, including the maid in the study."

Kerr lowered his voice and said, "One night, I saw her walking towards the study with a lamp, so I followed her secretly. She might have discovered me and left directly after passing by the study. The next day, I asked her, and she said she suffered from sleepwalking."

"And her personality is very strange, you should pay attention to it..."

"In addition to this family, the deceased has many enemies in society. It is possible that someone hired a professional killer..."

At the end, Kerr looked into Wayne's eyes: "In addition, do you know magic?"

Wayne nodded calmly, and Kerr smiled slightly: "In front of magic, any place is a secret room. The fact that the study is backed by a cliff does not mean that no one can sneak in."

"According to what you said, all clues are broken, and there is no way to investigate this case." Wayne frowned.

"No, you can still check."

Kerr lowered his voice again, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face: "The one in front of you happens to be a magician."

Wayne was surprised for a moment. Forgive me for my poor eyesight, I really didn't see it.

"Using magic to solve cases is like using magic to commit crimes. I personally reject it. I appreciate those high-IQ criminals who use almost magical operations to complete murders that can be called art." Kerr exclaimed.

Wayne rolled his eyes. This friend can't be made friends. His ideas are very dangerous. Maybe he will turn evil one day.

"I know an elegant female magician in Lundan. She is a believer of the Church of Nature. She gave me a magic prop. Tonight I plan to pick a family member who is alone. At that time, you can help me provide an alibi."

Wayne: "..."

Elegant female magician, believer of the Church of Nature, magic props, these words are linked together, he immediately thought of Xifei and Veronica, but referring to Kerr's aesthetics, Xifei and Veronica may not be able to bear the elegance he mentioned.

"How about it, you also want to know who the murderer is?"

Kerr was full of confidence. As soon as Wayne arrived at the manor, he went into the study to investigate. He did not rest for a moment. He was a detective who was as curious as him and could not resist the temptation of the truth.

Wayne did not intend to refuse. To be honest, he also had two bottles of magic props on him.

He added more diary, and Veronica rewarded him with mushrooms. There was no emotion, it was all business, and no one took advantage of anyone.

"Kerr, who are you going to pick tonight?"

"Maid, her sleepwalking is too strange. Even if she is not the murderer, she must be hiding some secrets."

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When it was night, the two detectives returned to the manor.

Just as Kerr said, no one cared how Mr. Bart died, and no one urged the detectives to solve the case as soon as possible. They were just tools for the family members to prove their innocence.

The night in the manor was particularly quiet. Wayne and Kerr walked in the empty corridor. The latter took out a bottle of mushrooms and asked Wayne if he wanted to take a bite.

Wayne ignored him, sensing someone approaching, and dodged to the corner of the corridor.

At the end of the other side of the corridor, the maid Oga walked slowly with a lantern, and the light reflected on her white pajamas and pale face, like a ghost floating forward without touching the ground.

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"How is it? Is she scary? I was almost scared to death by her on the first night." Kerr lowered his voice: "Since I found her walking at night, she has been haunting the corridor every night. There are too many suspicious points about her."

"Is it possible that she really just suffers from sleepwalking?"

"Just try it and you'll know." Kerr held the mushroom bottle in his hand, left the corner and strode towards Oga.

Oga's eyes were as big as copper bells, as if he didn't see Kerr. Facing the mushrooms fed by the latter, he didn't show any resistance.

After feeding the mushrooms, Oga stopped and stood there. Wayne stepped forward and waved his hand, and the maid's eyes slowly looked at him.

"Did you kill Mr. Bart?"

The maid shook her head.

"Did the lady kill Mr. Bart?"

The maid shook her head.

"Who is the murderer? Who killed Mr. Bart?"

The maid did not shake her head this time, and gave an unexpected answer: "Bart is not dead. He has been in this room."

The maid's face was pale, her voice was hoarse and old, and her eyes were wide open and weird. She was completely different from the unlucky person who had hallucinations after taking mushrooms that Wayne had seen before.

Late at night, he began to wonder if the maid was a ghost?

A slap in the face, it was clear whether it was a human or a ghost.

Wayne raised his hand and pinched the maid's face. It was very cold, but it was not a corpse, let alone a ghost.

"Hey, don't go too far. We are detectives, not perverts, and... this is too ugly." Kerr stopped Wayne's teasing.

Wayne rolled his eyes wildly: "Ojia is just flat, not ugly."

"Okay, you won't refute the pervert, right!"

"..."

Wayne was speechless, and Kerr asked: "Where is Mr. Bart? Take us to find him."

"I don't know. Everyone is looking for him. Madam, young master, young lady, and I have been looking for him for a month and haven't found him." After the maid Ojia finished speaking, she walked around Wayne and Kerr and continued to walk forward aimlessly.

"What about Mr. Bart's body? I have read the police file and he is indeed dead."

"The body is Bart's substitute and has served him for many years. Outsiders don't know..."

"How do you know so much as a maid?" Kerr was a little confused.

"I'm not a maid."

Ojia stopped, turned around and stared at Kerr, and said faintly: "I am his first wife, Mrs. Dina who was killed by him ten years ago."

"..."x2

Oh my god!

Kerr was frightened, and jumped behind Wayne, took out a cross necklace from his arms, and said to the evil spirits to go away.

"You are a magician, you are fooling ghosts, no, you can't even fool ghosts!"

Wayne shook his head, took a step forward, put his five fingers together to form a knife, and knocked Oga down with a knife.

"See, this is how real magicians exorcise spirits."