[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Will found himself leaning on Muke's shoulder and fell asleep, although he didn't remember it at all, he pulled the blanket on his body that he didn't know when it was covered, and his shoulder shrank.

"You were shaking after falling asleep yesterday." Muke explained, Will turned his head to avoid his gaze, but Muke raised one hand to hold his Will's cheek, "Do you still feel cold? ?”

Muke frowned, and he felt Will's masseter muscles make the gums tremble together.Will vaguely saw the flames in the fireplace rise a few inches higher, emitting more intense heat, but it didn't help.Will curled up on the couch, crossing the edges of the blanket over his chest, wrapping himself up in a ball.

He's not cold, the room is warm enough, and Spot is sticking out his tongue to breathe, but fear makes his hands and feet cold, and the boundaries between dreams, hallucinations and reality are blurring in Will's world.

Mu Ke hugged Will's bent back and said, "It will be fine."

Will buried his face in Muke.Hell, since Alana said that word, Will realizes there's really no way he can avoid it.

Muke patted Will on the back, and Will heard a sigh.

After lunch, Will drove Abigail back to the Haven Nursing Home. Alana was waiting at the door, the expression on his face didn't look very happy, but after seeing Muke sitting in the passenger seat, Glancing at Will again, Will purses his lips.

Next Will followed Muke to send his viola to the musical instrument store to change the strings.

So when he saw the violin-shaped body in the Baltimore theater, what came to mind was Muke's sea-soaked violin. The music store owner said he could repair the damage. But the sound quality is bound to be unable to return to the original state.

The name of the deceased was Douglas Wilson, a trombonist in the brass section of the Baltimore Urban Orchestra.

The murderer slit Douglas's throat from the outside, found the trachea, exposed the vocal cords, removed excess muscle and fat, treated the vocal cords with sulfite to make them stiffer and easier to play, and bleached the cords to increase their elasticity, like gut. , and then opened his throat from the inside with the neck of the cello.

The murderer wanted to play 'him', but what he made was the murderer's own voice, the rosin on the bow left white powder on the vocal cords pushed out by the neck,

"So after Abigail called him to spend Christmas with you, you went to enjoy music with him?" Alana followed Will on a field covered with dry grass and snowdrifts, and got off the road. Nearly a week of snow has finally stopped, leaving behind a patch of snow up to the instep.

"Yes." Will said.

"This date sounds good, except that you two found yourself a daughter in advance."

"No...I'm not sure it's a date, at least he doesn't think so."

"You haven't told him yet?"

"say what?"

Alana gave Will a look helplessly, raised her legs and walked to the front, the sun sprinkled the gold powder on the snow with a little strength that is rare in winter, "It's nothing, you give him a kiss, he will always understand. But, you Instead of calling me to accompany you to find a dog, why not call him?"

"Because I'm not sure if this is my hallucination, or there are dogs and wild wolves running around here, I heard barking in the room, but none of my dogs responded." Will stopped in his tracks, Looking around, "The snow covered all the traces. Except for the ones we left when we walked over, I don't know if I can find him. I'm afraid that when I find him, there will only be a pile of bones left."

"Go and find him."

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"Blanche."

"Huh?" Muke waited for Clutton's next words.

Clutton was sitting in a wheelchair with a dark blanket on his knees. He leaned against the back of the chair, and his voice was the frailty of the elderly. His nurse stood in the distance and paid attention to his physical condition.

"I'm so much older, but you haven't changed at all." There was a nostalgic smile on his wrinkled face, "still young, polite, a little cold, and arrogant."

"Arrogance? I never thought of it that way."

"But you really are. You always try to blend in, but you are often out of place, but you have never felt rejected because of this loss, you always accept your differences calmly, and you rarely change. I saw in this Incredible pride."

"You remember them all?"

"You said you reversed time and rescued the Virginia from under that sinkhole? Yes, the magic necklace my grandfather left me has kept me from forgetting twice. That's why I came to you, for My grandson, Douglas Wilson."

Muke had seen the news of the murder of the Baltimore Urban Orchestra trombonist, "You know, I can't do it a second time."

He can't reverse time for his own feelings, and the past cannot be refuted. This is something he has to learn in addition to human feelings, and this is also the basis of the former.

"I know, I know, I won't make things difficult for you," Clutton said, with tears in his cloudy eyes, "you've seen Douglas, and you know he can't play the trombone very well, and he's not good enough. But he is my grandson. My son died in the Vietnam War, but I lived to be more than 100 years old. I sometimes think that if the time had not been reversed, I would have died in the explosion and the sea, like 1900. There would be no grief like now."

"...Are you blaming me?"

"No, how could that be?" Clutton pulled out a smile, "I'm reflecting on my whole life, and I'm also reflecting on human beings. The bombs were launched by humans back then. I gave the necklace to Douglas, but in the end he was murdered."

"I think you should expand the scope to all intelligent creatures. They are not as different from humans as you guessed."

"Really?" Clutton wiped his tears with his cuff, "I'm here to ask you to help me find the murderer who killed Douglas."

"The FBI is involved in this case and they will find out."

"Just treat it as my last request before I die."

"If I find him, I won't kill him, I'll just throw him at the police station."

"That's enough for me to be at ease," Clutton said. "I have one more question. Do you think I'll go to heaven when I die?"

Mu Ke looked into Clutton's eyes, the whites of which were covered with red blood. The old man could not sleep day and night because of the pain of losing his son, "Your life is not over yet, but yes, you will, you will be with you family in heaven with a garden full of your favorite hyacinths, and maybe a big boat."

"That sounds beautiful." Clutton's tears flowed down his face uncontrollably.

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Mu Ke made a divination, sat upright, and used the tortoise shell copper coin Samadhi real fire, but the divination was in chaos, which made him realize once again how badly he learned divination.

The clues in the hexagram point to Will—of course, he is the investigator responsible for solving the case. If Mu Ke wants to know who the murderer is, he should really go to him.

But Muke knew that he had no valid reason to discuss this case with Will, but he did have special means to get himself involved in this case.

He is now implementing his plan, pasting an invisibility talisman on himself and teleporting to Will's home.

The night was thick, and only Will's house was lit within a few kilometers, lonely but warm.Mu Ke watched Will distributing dog food downstairs, smiled unconsciously, bypassed the dogs, and walked upstairs.

The dogs surrounded Will lively, and they had developed the habit of being excited when they heard the friction of Will holding the paper bag containing dog food, and actively gathered around Will's feet.No dog noticed the invisible Muko, and even Spot, who was a little sensitive to Muko's strength, was huddling beside Winston, trying to stand up and put his paws on Will.

Will yelled to stand still, and Spot could only obediently put his paws down, letting the smaller dogs run in front of him. He was used to living in this place with his own kind and a good owner home.

Muke walked into Will's room, and Will would take the file into the bedroom to read. When he was insomnia or was forced to sleep by nightmares, he would open the file. At least he could find some familiarity between these words .

Mu Ke sat by Will's bed and picked up the case report on Douglas Wilson that had fallen on the floor.Open the folder with an ink-printed cowhide cover, the first sheet is the autopsy report clipped in the crime scene report.

Mu Ke first turned to the back and looked at the photos of the crime scene. When he arrived at the Baltimore theater, the body had already been removed, leaving only the cordon that had not been dismantled and the traces of the body drawn with a pen on the solid wood floor of the stage. Wire.

Douglas was fully dressed, even wearing white gloves for playing, and was placed on a chair in the middle of the stage by the murderer. The neck of the cello was inserted into his throat, and the vocal cords were tanned into strings and stretched on the bridge.

The neck was like a pillar supporting Douglas' head.Muke hoped Clutton hadn't seen the scene, and hadn't seen the photos.

Douglas' vocal cords had been bleached and left no blood stains, but Will notes in the margins that the bleaching was done to make the strings more flexible for playing.

Mu Ke returned to the autopsy report page, and Will wrote a lot of his understanding between the lines with a ballpoint pen.Mu Ke scanned Will's handwriting one by one.

- This is a highly skilled musician's attempt on a new instrument.

a musician?

When Muke was thinking, he heard footsteps coming from the stairs. Will came up, and Muke turned the file to the first page and put it back.