There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

"Actually..."

The dancer turned her head to whisper in his ear, her cool breath spreading over his skin.

She said mysteriously, "I've found that the lawyer and the writer couple have marital issues!"

Xu Shuo: "..."

It was like listening to utter nonsense.

She made it sound so mysterious that Xu Shuo thought there might be some reliable clue they needed to investigate together. But this was it.

The news wasn't useless, but it wasn't particularly useful either.

Moreover, rather than sharing a clue, Xu Shuo felt like the dancer was just toying with him—and he was sure not to misjudge this feeling.

Xu Shuo hesitated and said, "That shouldn't be the case, maybe it's just because they both have amnesia now, so their relationship seems a bit off."

The dancer looked at him with a smile, not continuing the topic, but instead asked, "What is your sister doing in the room?"

"I was planning to rest, but I couldn't sleep, so I just read a book for a while," Xu Shuo said, stepping aside to let the dancer in.

"What book?" she asked enthusiastically. "Can you still read?"

"Not the kind of book you're thinking about."

Xu Shuo smiled and subtly shrugged off the dancer's arm, then walked over to the desk to pull out the top book from the drawer.

The dancer stood by his side and looked down to see several books and a tablet in the drawer.

The cover of the book he took out had a beautiful hand-drawn illustration, and the title on the cover was embedded with tiny diamonds, not in the pattern of the fonts, but in a special rule.

The dancer seemed to realize something, took the somewhat heavy but not too thick book, and opened it. Indeed, she couldn't understand a single point inside.

The braille book was exquisitely made, and it was heavy because the "dots" were beautiful tiny diamonds. Even if blind people couldn't appreciate this beauty, it still used multi-colored diamonds for decoration.

It didn't seem like it was published by a publishing house; it looked more like a custom-made book.

"The story is quite interesting, but it seems to be only half-finished," Xu Shuo said.

"Did your sister just say this is an urban love story? Can you tell me about it? After all, now it's me who can't understand it," the dancer said as she energetically pushed the book back into his hands.

"Sure."

Xu Shuo raised the corners of his mouth, sat down on the bed smoothly, opened the book, and caressed the tiny diamonds while recalling the storyline, he explained it to her in detail.

The dancer pushed the chair next to the desk, seemingly sitting beside him, occasionally responding, but the sound sometimes shifted a slight distance.

Her footsteps were very, very light; even when she was close at hand, Xu Shuo couldn't hear her.

But when she touched other things, even with very subtle movements, the sound waves slowly drifted over.

"Speaking of which, are the protagonists an artist passionate about art and a strong businesswoman?" the dancer suddenly asked.

"Right," Xu Shuo nodded.

"When I helped pick up the writer's manuscript from the floor before, I briefly saw some content. There was also a painter character in it; could it be the sequel to this novel?" the dancer said.

"Is the novel written by that older sister?" Xu Shuo asked inquiringly.

Afterward, the dancer didn't speak, and Xu Shuo felt her approach again, her breath wafting in his ear.

The dancer chuckled and said, "Actually, if you were in an adoptive relationship, you should probably call that woman 'mom' or something~"

Xu Shuo: "..."

This bad taste and capricious Pei Sheng is indeed a match for his own peculiar whims.

Xu Shuo pretended not to hear, turning his head towards the door, "The piano has stopped? I wonder who was playing, it was quite pleasant."

"Ah, it must have been the piano master, I saw him go in that direction. It's surprising that he remembers how to play despite his amnesia." Halfway through, the dancer added with an ambiguous smile, "The writer was also in the piano room."

Xu Shuo nodded, he had also heard the sound of high heels before. The first melody was likely the female writer randomly pressing the keys there.

The dancer then added, "They might have just been performing a duet, the piano master and the writer. And you didn't see, the writer's clothes were also adorned with a very delicate musical note brooch."

Xu Shuo: "Is that so..."

You just can't let go of that emotional string, can you?

Now— the chef, male butler, lawyer, female writer, blind girl, and finally the piano master. Their traces within the villa had taken on a distinct outline. Then what role was the dancer actually playing in all this?

With a piano in the villa, aside from personal use, it was likely that the hosts would invite piano masters, but what about dancers?

Could it be that the wealthy here enjoyed watching dance performances while listening to piano music?

Truly a simple yet luxurious life.

Xu Shuo tapped his cane on the floor twice and stood up, saying, "I wanted to rest but couldn't fall asleep. How about you take me out for a walk, sister?"

The dancer eagerly rushed over and hugged his arm, laughing, "Sure, I'll take you to see the piano room!"

You really are competing with the writer over feelings.

After they left, the room's lights were turned off, and in the silent darkness, a sinuous pattern gradually emerged on the off-white walls, glowing faintly red in the dark.

At one in the morning, the lights in the villa were still brightly lit.

...

...

The study next to the master bedroom.

The lawyer, with a strange expression on his face as if wearing an imminent green hat, finished looking at dozens of photos, trying to find clues within.

The reason the hat had not yet been put on was because he'd rationalized that although the female writer often spent time alone with the piano master and seemed to enjoy their conversations, there were no inappropriate actions.

The only slightly intimate thing was them playing a piano piece together.

In the photos, the blind girl also appeared several times, the three of them sitting in the garden drinking tea and reading, apparently deep in conversation.

The sneaky angle must have been from the second floor of the villa, looking down through the branches that blocked the view, only showing the writer leaning in to show the manuscript to the piano master sitting across from her.

From this angle, their heads were very close, but with the blind girl also leaning in next to them, it was impossible to think they would do anything inappropriate.

However, a blood-red horizontal line had been drawn across the middle of the photo.

The duet photo was also crossed out, cutting the writer and the piano master from the middle with a line that nearly tore the entire photo to shreds, showing how forceful the person was from the handwriting!

So, the "lawyer" had basically convinced himself that his wife was having an affair with another man!

And the handwriting looked fairly new, probably made not long ago.

After looking at these, the lawyer put down the photos with a sense of helplessness and continued searching for clues in the drawers, but there was not much of use afterward, only issues related to the female writer and the villa.

The lawyer frowned in thought, if his "key target" this time was the female writer...

At that moment, a melodious and pleasing piano performance came from outside.