"In the story, the nightingale was attracted by the rose planted by the girl, and was willing to sacrifice her life for the girl. The note just now also said that the nightingale was not only attracted by the beautiful flowers, but also by the sound of the piano. In fact, we are confused by the sentence , I thought the focus was on the piano sound in the second half of the sentence, but I didn’t expect the flowers in the first half of the sentence to be the key to solving the puzzle.”

Yu Jin propped his hands on the desk, leaned forward and looked down from the window.The petals that were beaten to pieces by the rain, like the shredded moonlight, glowed dimly in the night.

"Let's go and pick a rose." His gaze was gentler than moonlight.

Of course, before leaving, they took a brief look at other places in the study.Obviously, this room is not exclusive to girls. There are many books about the art of war or strategy, and there are strong handwriting on the books.

There are still some antiques in the house, Yu Jin treats them as real ones for the time being, and can only guess that the owner of the villa is indeed a person with taste and wealth.

The most attractive of all the furnishings is the oil lamp on the wall.The bookshelves in the study are concentrated on one side, while seven copper lamps are embedded on the wall on the other side.One end of the copper lamp is fixed on the wall, and the other end protrudes like a flower stalk, and when it spreads to the top, it becomes a petal-shaped base.The seven copper lamps are not on the same level, but stretch out unevenly, like intricate branches.The wick has not yet burned out, lying lazily in the lamp oil.

Yu Jin took a closer look and smelled it: "Is the smell of this lamp oil different from the usual one?"

Ding He was already standing at the door, looking at him from a distance: "I don't know if there is still time, let's go quickly."

Yu Jin looked sideways.The usual Ding He would never urge him like this. His appearance is not so much anxiety as fear.

He wants to escape from this place.

But Yu Jin didn't point it out. Instead, he followed Ding He to the garden and picked a rose branch as if nothing had happened. The branch was still stained with rain, which made the broken petals on it even more pitiful.

Yu Jin shook off the rainwater from the flower branches, and watched the few remaining petals fall to the ground, with a bit of regret in his eyes.

Ding He comforted: "It will bloom again soon."

"I know, but when it is no longer beautiful, those who love it will leave. Just like the girl we saw, her lover was so crazy. After she suffered misfortune, she still chose to abandon it. .Maybe when he gets old, he will regret the withering of the flowers, but he will never regret his choice."

Ding He's eyes flashed a glint of predation, he wiped the rainwater from Yu Jin's hands with his fingertips, and gently and slowly grabbed the flower branch in his palm, his voice seemed to be more seductive than usual: "She trusts others too easily Even if there are no flowers, her flower branches are still her weapons. If she wants, she can wrap the vines around the opponent so that the opponent cannot leave her."

Yu Jin said calmly, "Perhaps this is also a way to avoid tragedy."

He keenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit oppressive, so he took the initiative to lead the topic to other places.

He knew very well that no matter whether he agreed or disagreed with Ding He's words at this time, it would lead the situation to an uncontrollable side. He didn't like this uncontrollable feeling.

Ding He also cooperatively stopped talking about this topic, but there still seemed to be some kind of emotion hidden under his calm eyes.

The villa was still silent, and the other three people were still missing.

Ding He put the rose branches on the piano, not long after, he heard the sound of wings fluttering, and a nightingale flew in from the door.

Nightingale stood on the piano, looked down at the bare branches, and wailed mournfully.But it still took the rose branch in its mouth, pierced the thorn into its chest, and began to sing.

It sings a very simple tune, as if it is repeating the same melody, but the rhythm is different each time, and the emotions conveyed also change from weak crescendo to the climax of the tune. Its singing seems to have a kind of The smell of hoarseness, every sound is consuming life.

Blood gurgled from Nightingale's chest and seeped into the rose branches, where bright flowers bloomed.The flowers seem to be made of blood, and they will shatter into blood beads with a light touch.

With the singing of the nightingale, the piano also played music when no one was playing, as if echoing the singing of the nightingale.

Nightingale sang hoarsely, and her voice gradually weakened. It slowly closed its eyes and fell on the piano.

And the sound of the piano has not stopped, the whole villa seems to be submerged in the sad piano sound.

Yu Jin held up the dead nightingale and flower branches carefully, as if he breathed a little harder, and the nightingale and rose would be shattered.

Ding He helped him turn on the lamp, and the two walked to the kitchen.Walking to the door of the kitchen, the two of them stopped at the same time.

The piano was too loud just now, they didn't hear it, but now that they got closer, they could clearly hear someone in the kitchen humming along with the piano.

His humming voice was not loud, but it seemed to be full of sadness.

The two looked at each other, and for a moment didn't know whether to go in directly.

They were hesitating, but the people inside opened the door on their own initiative.

Luo Yi stood at the door, holding the doorknob in one hand and a small box in the other.On the ground beside him was his mobile phone, and the flashlight was shining towards the ceiling, which was a bit dazzling.

Yu Jin found that the maid's ashes on the ground had already been reduced by half.

Luo Yi stopped humming, dimpled out of his laughter, and called out to them both: "Senior Ding, Senior Yu, you two are here."

"Luo Yi? Are you not with He Yingying and the others?"

Luo Yi shook his head slowly: "We got separated, that monster ran after He Yingying, and I came to look for you alone. I didn't expect that you were not there when I arrived. I was so scared, I thought I would look for you again." Not for you."

Yu Jin looked at the small box in his hand: "What were you doing just now?"

Luo Yi followed his gaze to look at his small box, his eyes rolled around strangely, and the smile on his lips became brighter: "Is this? Of course I'm picking up my mother's ashes."

He talked about sad topics in a very light tone: "I don't know who burned my mother to ashes."

He complained in a very fast tone: "Although my mother loves money and likes to take care of me, and now she is demented and almost doesn't recognize me, I am still very sad when she died. I don't know who killed her and put her With her body like this, I can't even take her home intact."

Yu Jin asked calmly, "How do you know she is your mother?"

"This?" The corners of Luo Yi's lips maintained a rigid and exaggerated arc, exactly the same as the maid before her death, "Of course because I saw it."

"I saw it, Senior Ding, Senior Yu, you killed her."

The author has something to say:

This is certainly not the case with ashes... in fact there are many large pieces of bone in the ashes.But the maid isn't human anymore, so be it

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