[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

"It's been a long time since I've seen you be so interested in a person." Lorelai pushed Arnott, her eyes were a little teasing, making it hard to see the deep meaning in her eyes, "Did you see?" It's a girl, so it's not good to stare at her like this?"

how is this possible.

Arnott was about to answer subconsciously, but the guess just a second ago suddenly flashed in her mind, and her thoughts made her deny it in her mouth, "What international joke are you talking about?"

After this sentence, there was no further excuse.

"It's too much." After waiting for a long time before the second half of the sentence, the neglected girl said quietly, "Even though I'm in front of you, Arnott still goes to see other girls, my heart hurts so much. I am so sad."

When the other party turned a helpless look, Lorelai changed her expression. She picked up the wine glass on the table and smiled frivolously at Arnott, "I won't make trouble with you anymore. I'll go play and play later. Come find you again."

Arnott doubted him, "Go, I'll wait for you to go back later."

Logically speaking, the next step is for her to wait quietly until Lorelai is tired of playing and go back with her, but in the middle of the exchange meeting, she suddenly sees Waiters.

Waiters is the chief of her police station. Because the FBI is not convenient for her to use her hands and feet, she has already agreed with Jack that she will first experience in the police station for a period of time, and the other party naturally has no doubts—the fact In his heart, he had long thought that she would give up despite the difficulties, but for the sake of face, if her work really needed his assessment, as long as she didn't get in the way, he wouldn't mind writing a few good words for her at the end.

She followed up the progress of the last case, so she and Waiters are also familiar, and he has a calm personality, but at the moment the man is in a hurry, it seems that he knows something terrible, she thought As soon as he moved, he couldn't help following.

Waiters knew nothing about music, so he must not have been invited. In this case, there is only one possibility for him to appear here-there is a murder.

Sure enough, she went out of the gate and followed a certain distance before turning into a side hall. Before she had time to look left and right, she found the circle tightly surrounded by people in front of her. She couldn't see clearly, and could barely make out the figures on the ground through the hazy shadows.

Appears to be a... woman?

Thoughts turned, but the footsteps are getting faster.

When Waiters approached the crowd, he took out his police card. With the authority of his identity, the people around him quickly made room for him. Arnott followed his pace and approached the corpse. Seeing that he hadn't looked back , she patted him on the shoulder, the man turned his head and looked at her, his eyes were surprised at first, then disapproved, but thinking about her background, he obediently didn't say anything like telling her not to follow her .

It wasn't until she got closer that she saw the whole body of the corpse clearly - at that second she almost subconsciously took a step back - it wasn't fear, but surprise.

The girl who died unfortunately was none other than Weasley.

Fornodis is a well-known violinist, so under his influence, his daughter Weasley's violin skills are also excellent. Just now she heard her performance, she smiled shyly, waiting for the other party After boasting about the scene, she meant to be humble, turned around and continued to follow behind her father.

I just didn't expect Arnott to see her again in a blink of an eye.

Although she is dead.

Her young body was cut open from her chest, and a large piece of flesh and blood slid down, and the blood rushed out from her wound not to be outdone, and they fell to the ground drop by drop, dyeing the color of the floor tiles red one by one.

And the violin she just used to play was inlaid on her chest, the head of the violin passed through her cut throat and buried in her head, through her slightly parted lips, it seemed that it could be seen Red strings on the neck.

And at the moment when she was surprised, Waiters had already gone to inquire about the situation. At first, she thought that these people around were the crowd, but she didn't expect that these were actually the first discoverers, that is, the holding of this exchange meeting. People, the servant called by the good old man Wei Dier, he thought that Weasley's death was too miserable, and there were many young boys and girls in the main hall not far away, if such a bloody scene was accidentally caught by them Well, maybe it will scare these guys into something.

Fortunately, Wei Dier and Waiters are close friends, and the sheriff happened to be working nearby, otherwise Wei Dier really didn't know how to deal with such a sudden incident.

"What is the name of the deceased?"

"Weasley."

She stepped forward and got closer to hear a clear voice. At this time, Waiters was asking about Weasley's situation. She answered his question casually, and gave the servant a wink by the way. She can work in this kind of place for a long time Naturally, the servant would not be without eyesight. Seeing that Waiters didn't speak to stop him but only acted as acquiescence, the servant left in a low voice, and retreated obediently.

"You know her?" The man pouted towards the woman who died on the ground and couldn't die anymore.

"Not very familiar," Arnott shrugged, and before the other party glared at him, she added the second half of the sentence lightly, "If you have to say familiar, I am familiar with his father, Mr. Fornodis, you I also know that Ms. Flory and my mother are good friends, and my mother prefers music. There are countless expensive musical instruments on display in her musical instrument room, but it is only open to a few people - Forodis is naturally on the list Famous and in the same circle, he is naturally my mother's frequent visitor."

After thinking for a while, she added, "Mr. doesn't like talking very much, and he doesn't like children too much, but when it comes to his daughter Weasley, he is always very talkative."

"Since you said that, there must be some decisive clues?" Waiters raised his eyebrows. He squatted down to look at the girl lying on the ground. It seemed insignificant in front of the huge wound, and the huge side hall was almost stained red with her blood.

The man's shoes were already stained with blood, but he didn't seem to notice it. He only focused on the girl's wound. He frowned, as if he had encountered some unthinkable problem.

"Weasley is the only daughter of Fornodis. She was raised pampered and shy and introverted. According to her father, she suffered from mild autism and feared the outside world. During her limited 20 years , she has hardly gone out a few times, and even if she did go out, she must be accompanied by him, that is to say, from a rational point of view, it is almost impossible for her to encounter such a thing-she has no grudges with anyone at all It can be said that there is no reason for her death."

"You mean... she will die because she was implicated by Fornodis?"

Perhaps it was because the murderer had a sworn feud with his father, and it was inconvenient for him to kill him, so he chose Weasley.

"What you said is not unreasonable," Arnott nodded, "Forodis's love for Weasley is obvious to all, if you want to revenge him and torture him mentally, killing his daughter is the best choice, but ..."

She paused, then squatted down, the girl's body seemed to be still hot, she stroked the girl's body, her fingertips stopped at the violin, "But if it's for revenge, the murderer doesn't need it at all." Such an insult to Weasley."

"Take off her clothes, throw her in a side hall where few people come, cut her throat, and stuff the violin she is good at into her body. Look at the streamline of her throat, it is almost combined with the neck of the violin. .

And if it was just to get revenge on Mr. Fornodis, the murderer didn't need to do so much at all.

That is to say..."

She stood up, her fingertips seemed to be stained with blood on the ground, revealing a faint sickly crimson, "So the murderer's target, perhaps from the very beginning, was only Miss Weasley."

But why did Miss Weasley, who didn't leave the door and didn't leave the door, have such deep resentment?

"The girl who had never had any grudges before was suddenly retaliated in a cruel way-then there is only one possible explanation, the murderer is the resentment generated at this exchange meeting, that is to say..."

"The murderer has been here." They said in unison.