There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

Chapter 152: Chapter 148: Let's Assume There's a Corpse

"\\"Für Elise\\" is a piece of music that has become widely popular, comparable in fame to the tunes beloved by square-dancing aunties.

Because it's perfectly suited for various occasions, from school bell chimes to café background music, its melody has wafted through many a setting.

Therefore, even those who are completely ignorant of music would find the tune somewhat familiar upon hearing it.

\\"Such a familiar tune,\\" the lawyer said, appearing at the doorway of the piano room with a warm voice.

\\"It's 'Für Elise',\\" the female writer replied.

The pianist, indeed, was the one playing, whereas the female writer, standing under a wall shelf reading a book, turned her head at the sound of the lawyer's voice.

She was dressed in a white chiffon blouse, and the red musical note brooch at her chest sparkled under the indoor lighting.

The lawyer's gaze lingered on the brooch for a moment before he approached the piano and said, \\"Have you found anything here? I haven't found a single clue on my end, and the landline has been disconnected.\\"

\\"Really? I just mentioned to the chef that we should perhaps call the police,\\" the pianist said from the bench, somewhat surprised.

None of them had any communication tools, so the mention of calling the police was actually just a casual remark—but he hadn't expected the lawyer to have actually found a phone.

Even though the phone line was now disconnected.

The lawyer nodded, \\"There's a landline in the study, but it's unusable—what about this side?\\"

\\"Nothing's turned up in the piano room, but I suspect that the vase on the second-floor corridor shattered because of an assault!\\" the pianist said seriously.

\\"What's more puzzling is the place where we woke up,\\" said the female writer. \\"Who is it that killed someone in the villa and then moved us all to the dining room?\\"

As soon as she spoke, a brief silence fell in the piano room.

Because that question didn't really need an answer.

The players could very clearly know that that was their spawn point, so far no one dwelled on that matter—unless one of them was an NPC.

Pacing around the piano, the lawyer pondered and said, \\"If so, supposing there's a murderer in the villa, where would the body be hidden?\\"

The pianist quickly followed up, \\"Then, supposing there really is a murderer, could that person be one of us?\\"

The female writer added immediately, \\"If we're really assuming that, what would the murderer's motive be?\\"

As the words fell, the piano room plunged into silence once again, the lawyer's gaze meaningfully glancing at the pianist, and the female writer also looked meaningfully at the pianist.

Suddenly the focus of the couple's silent scrutiny, the pianist raised an eyebrow, \\"However, shouldn't the urgent matter at hand be where that body is hidden?\\"

\\"What if that body can walk?\\"

This sentence came from the doorway.

All three turned their heads to see the dancer walking in, supporting the blind girl, both smiling as they looked at them. Her striking red dress complemented the piano room's dark red curtains quite nicely.

The pianist was the first to laugh, \\"What are you talking about? How could a body possibly walk?\\"

The lawyer and the female writer both readily agreed that it was impossible.

So far, they couldn't reveal any abnormalities to each other, so this act of pretending ignorance had to go on.

Seeing their reaction, the dancer chuckled and moved past the subject, saying, \\"Ha, I was just speaking off the cuff. So what were you discussing just now? Share it with us too?\\"

Xu Shuo obediently stood to one side, greeting them before clasping his cane in silence.

He had clearly heard the conversation of this group of people while on the corridor—apparently, both the lawyer and the female writer were suspecting whether the pianist might be the deceased.

If the female writer truly showed signs of cheating, then two scenarios could unfold for the lawyer: knowing or not knowing.

A lawyer who knew about it might well act on the impulse to murder, targeting the pianist and female writer with an equal chance of death for both.

"

In the female writer's perspective, if the lawyer knew about this matter, the likely target for the assailant was the pianist.

Because in her diary, it was evident that the two were indeed very much in love; if emotion was involved, the risk posed by a third party was obviously higher.

But for now, they could only make superficial probes.

Upon hearing their account, the dancer's eyes lit up and she said, "If that's the case, let's assume that among the seven of us here, there's a murderer and a victim. Who do you think they would be?"

As the words fell, the three of them made strange faces.

How could they possibly guess something like this in broad daylight!

The dancer was really stirring the pot everywhere, purely enjoying the chaos!

Xu Shuo stood to the side, tilting his head slightly toward the direction of the voice, and suddenly spoke up to break the awkwardness, "Was that the pianist playing the piano just now?"

Taken aback by the sudden mention, the pianist nodded, then realizing the other couldn't see, added, "Yes, that was me."

"Your piano playing gave me a wonderful feeling, could you play it again for me?"

"Sure," replied the pianist with a slight smile.

Although he had lost his memory, it didn't prevent him from playing the piano.

The lawyer, who had been leaning on the grand piano, stood up, moved away from the music stand, and walked over to join the female writer, standing by her side.

The pianist straightened his tailcoat, sat down with seriousness, and his long fingers touched the keys. As his fingers danced, a brand new piano piece floated out.

Whoosh—

It was like the sound of the waves, the music lifting up sprays.

Xu Shuo couldn't discern the tune being played, but as the sound waves spread throughout the piano room, ripples surged in the darkness.

The music filling the entire piano room sketched out everyone present!

Five people, whether standing or sitting, were located at different parts of the piano room.

He "saw" the dancer standing beside him, her graceful figure, the floor-length dress wrapping around her long legs, showing only the tips of her high heels.

Not far away was the female writer, standing with the lawyer, with the sound waves striking her and outlining the shape of a musical note brooch on her blouse.

—It really existed.

Though the likelihood of the dancer deceiving him about this was low, Xu Shuo still liked to verify things for himself.

After all, he was now blind and had no choice but to take others' words for it.

The female writer stood with her arms crossed next to the bookshelf, still holding that diary in her hand, probably an important clue.

The lawyer's appearance was neat and tidy, a crisply pressed suit and a meticulously combed slick-back haircut, with nothing else about him that was particularly noteworthy.

As Xu Shuo quietly observed these people, he suddenly heard strange footsteps.

Thud... thud... thud...

It didn't sound like high heels.

Xu Shuo cocked his head slightly, only to see the dancer moving toward the pianist. In the midst of the music, he finally heard the other's dull footsteps!

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