Restarting the myth.

Chapter 95 Press F to enter the tank directly

"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 called a detective, and the eldest master has also called a detective. They both suspect that Mr. Bart was murdered, 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 questions about the case, trying to find a breakthrough with the maid. The latter did not disappoint him and told him a complicated family feud.

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

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

Madam Marina, a professional model, quit her job at her prime age and married an honest wealthy businessman turned noblewoman;
The eldest son Hayden, a typical representative of a wealthy family who likes to spend money, has a bad relationship with his father and has been hanging around in London for many years. After his father died, he stayed in his hometown and never left.

The second young master, Stuart, was a failed sports student and a third-rate football player. He was away from home for many years and stayed at home after his father's death.

The third daughter, the eldest daughter Heidi, is the elite of the family. She works very well in the family company and has a good relationship with her stepmother. After her father's death, she took on the responsibility of supporting the company.

"It's much more complicated than the Landau family, but I'm not surprised at all. Have you read too many novels about the feuds between wealthy families?"

Following the guidance of the maid, Wayne came to the study, which was located above the cliff. When he opened the window, he could see the waves hitting the reefs. The outer wall was straight with no place to stand.

The maid narrated the incident, the same old story: no one was around in the middle of the night, suicide in a closed room, and everyone had 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 was homicide, all the evidence has been destroyed. It is too late to investigate now.

According to this line of thought, the lady and the eldest son are accomplices, they are secretly having an affair, in order to prevent the eldest daughter from inheriting all the family property, they conspire to murder the husband/father, and then each hires a detective to pretend that they have a clear conscience.

Wayne was not making a random guess. Mrs. Marina's reaction just now was too cold. He tried to ask about the case, but the other party just pushed out a maid and had no intention of solving the case at all.

"Detective, have you found anything?"

A blond man walked into the study. He was about thirty years old, with handsome features. He looked young but had a mature temperament. He had melancholy eyebrows and a confident nose, which was contradictory and natural.

Wayne took a look at the other person and was surprised that there was really a real example of a popular lover in the world, with a look and temperament that could attract women of all ages. If the golden retriever in front of him appeared on the cruise ship, his position as the third male star might be lost.

"Let me introduce myself, Kerr Poirot, from Lundang."

"Wayne."

"I heard that you are also from London. That's 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?"

There is thorn in his words and he is full of desire to win.

Wayne felt helpless after hearing this. His situation was rather complicated. It was someone who arranged this for him temporarily. 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've gathered some information that might be useful to you."

"Is this okay? You're telling me all the clues you worked so hard to collect 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 about it for a moment and agreed.

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The black car drove away from the manor and arrived at a bar in Crescent Bay. Kerr ordered 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 bit outgoing and flirted with the ladies around him. After a while, he hooked up with a fat...special service officer.

Wayne took a serious look at the special service officer. He had a big mouth, a flat nose, a face full of freckles, a bloated body, and two very strong arms. In any case, these characteristics did not conform to the mainstream aesthetic of society.

Dude, your taste is too harsh. Are you extremely nearsighted, 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 aesthetic taste 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 seeing Wayne was stunned, he explained: "This is the charm of street food. It feels dirty, but it's so tempting. I call it human nature. Human nature desires the pleasure of breaking taboos."

It's really hard for you to describe prostitution in such a euphemistic way.

Wayne couldn't complain. Seeing Kerr and the special agent exchanging glances, as if they were about to go to the alley for a deeper communication, 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 referring to the career, but the appearance of that lady. You deserve better."

"Wayne, your aesthetic is too secular. If you put aside the secular standards of beauty and ugliness imposed on the public, that lady is very outstanding." Kerr retorted: "We are detectives with a pair of 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'm so vulgar!
Wayne generally doesn't attack other people's aesthetics. After all, everyone has different tastes. But if the other party attacks him with aesthetics first, I'm sorry, you have to make everything clear today.

Wayne opened his mouth, but swallowed the words he had prepared.

After trying it and changing his perspective, he felt a great liking for Kerr. He was so handsome but he didn't like beautiful women. Wayne was exactly what he needed as a brother!

"Kerr, if you're 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 look on his face, and raised his hand tremblingly to ask for three glasses of milk.

Wayne admired him very much. Reality is not a game. He did not press the F key to directly enter the tank operation. He was crushed back and forth by the tracks but was still able to walk back alive. He was really strong.

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

Wayne turned off his sensitive sense of smell. When facing a true hero, he only felt respect in his heart.

You must persevere and never be secularized!

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

"But you're panting all the time, is that okay?"

"No, no problem."

Kerr gulped down a glass of milk and said, "We are already late. We can't find any useful clues in the study. Even the body of the deceased has been cremated and the ashes have been scattered into the sea."

"If we want to solve the case, we can only start with interpersonal relationships and analyze the murderer's motives..."

Kerr did not find any evidence, but his detective intuition told him that there was something else behind this suicide case and that if he dug deeper he would gain unexpected results.

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

Kerr narrated the deceased's story of how he inherited the family fortune through his own hard work.

"He hired a killer to kill his two brothers, and often boasted about it. His two brothers wanted to commit suicide, but he helped to pay for it because they had no money." Wayne was stunned and said he had learned something new. He prayed that Auston had never heard such outrageous boasting, otherwise he would definitely think that he also wanted to commit suicide.

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

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

It was a bolt from the blue, and Wayne was so shocked that he drank some juice to calm himself down.

"The love and hate of this family can fill several novels. 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 secretly followed her. She might have noticed me and left directly after passing by the study. The next day I asked her and she said she suffered from sleepwalking."

"And she has a very strange personality, you should pay attention to her..."

"In addition to this family, the deceased also had many enemies in society. We cannot rule out the possibility that someone hired a professional killer..."

At the end, Kerr looked into Wayne's eyes and said, "Also, 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 the clues are cut off and there is no way to investigate this case." Wayne frowned.

"No, you can still check."

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

Wayne was surprised for a moment. Sorry for my poor eyesight, I really didn't notice it.

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

Wayne rolled his eyes. He thought that this was not a good friend to make friends with. His ideas were very dangerous and he might turn evil someday.

"I met an elegant female magician in Lundan. She is a believer of the Church of Nature. She gave me a magic item. I plan to kill a lone family member tonight. You can provide me with an alibi."

Wayne: "..."

An elegant female magician, a believer of the Church of Nature, and magic props, these words together made him think of Xifei and Veronica immediately. However, referring to Kerr's aesthetics, Xifei and Veronica might not be able to bear the elegance he mentioned.

"Well, you also want to know who the murderer is, right?"

Kerr was full of confidence. As soon as Wayne arrived at the manor, he went into the study to investigate without a moment's rest. He was a detective as curious as him and could not resist the temptation of the truth.

Wayne really didn't intend to refuse. To be honest, he also had two bottles of magic props on him.

He updated his diary, and Veronica gave him mushrooms as a reward. There was no emotion involved, it was all business, and no one took advantage of anyone.

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

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

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When night came, the two detectives returned to the manor.

As Kerr said, no one cared how Mr. Bart died, and no one urged the detective to solve the case as soon as possible. The two of them were just tools for family members to prove their innocence.

The night in the manor was particularly quiet. Wayne and Kerr were walking in the empty corridor. The latter took out a bottle of mushrooms and asked Wayne if he wanted to have a sip.

Wayne ignored him. Sensing someone approaching, he dodged and moved to the corner of the corridor.

At the other end of the corridor, the maid Oga walked slowly towards them with a lantern. The light illuminated her white pajamas and pale face, and she moved forward like a ghost 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: "Ever 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 is just sleepwalking?"

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

Aojia's eyes were as big as bells, as if he didn't see Kerr. He didn't show any resistance when the latter fed him mushrooms.

After feeding the mushroom, Oga stopped and stood there. Wayne walked forward and waved, and the maid slowly looked towards him.

"Did you kill Mr. Butt?"

The maid shook her head.

"Did the Madame kill Mr. Bart?"

The maid shook her head.

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

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

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

Late in the night, he began to wonder if the maid was a ghost?
With one slap, it is clear whether it is a human or a ghost.

Wayne raised his hand and pinched the maid's face. It was cold, but it was not a corpse, nor was it 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, so Kerr asked, "Where is Mr. Bart? Take us to find him."

"I don't know. Everyone is looking for him, the madam, the young master, the eldest lady, and me. We've 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 walking forward aimlessly.

"What about Mr. Bart's body? I've looked at the police files and he is indeed dead."

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

"You're just a maid, how do you know so much?" 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. Dinah, who was killed by him ten years ago."

"..." x2
Mom!
Kerr was frightened and jumped behind Wayne. He took out a cross necklace from his arms and said something like, "Evil spirits, go away."

"You call yourself a magician. You can fool 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 single knife.

"See? This is how real magicians exorcise spirits."

(End of this chapter)