"Woo, is he—dead or alive?" the actress sobbed and didn't dare to step forward.

"It looks like it's stiff, presumably, dead. The adventure novelist stood still, sadly.

"The racer was separated from us in the sea of grass last night, and now he is dead in the castle...... This ......" Bai Lu was first startled by the actor's high-octave scream, and then unprepared to see the hanged racer, and her little heart was poofing.

He ...... Could he be committing suicide?" the actress tried to lower the panic in her heart.

"With your feet 30 inches off the ground and no chair to support you, it can't be a suicide. The bank clerk was sure.

The hearts of the people chuckled, and the facts before them were already clear—murder.

"It's only the next day, and I'm dead, so what should I do if there's 10 days left? I don't want to die yet—" The actress cried.

The short-haired female photographer "clicked" a 360-degree shot at the corpse of the racer, and saw that Bai Lu's heart was blowing a "whoosh" cold wind, so calm and calm? Is it art photography of death?

The bank clerk took out a box from his backpack, and then did something with the hemp rope tied to the pillar on the other side of the crystal chandelier, but because he had his back to the crowd, he didn't see what he was doing at first, and when he turned around, Bai Lu was surprised:

The bank clerk wore white rubber gloves in both hands, tweezers in the fingers of his right hand, and several small transparent bags of unknown material in his left hand, which also contained small items such as hair......

This...... Is this the rhythm of doctors or forensics!?

Obviously, everyone noticed the strangeness of the bank clerk, but no one took the initiative to say anything.

The bank clerk called out to the adventure novelist to untie the twine. Then he slowly lowered the hanging racer and let him "lie flat" on the ground.

"It's 7:10 a.m. on January 3, 2040, the identity of the deceased is a racing driver, the name is unknown, the age is about 27~33 years old, the height is 1.76 to 1.78 meters, the weight is about 160~170 pounds, and the time of death is ......"

Everyone held their breath for fear of something strange coming out of the bank clerk's mouth.

"About 4 hours ago, at three o'clock in the morning on January 3rd!"

"We all slept in church at that time. So there are other people in the castle!?" the actor's tear-soaked eyes widened.

Maybe it's because the bank staff is reminding everyone along the way, "Don't go it alone." Pay attention to safety", so everyone was inexplicably faintly convinced of it and this narrative, so they all agreed with the "autopsy" report he dictated.

"Nope. Maybe the murderer is one of us. The short-haired female photographer suddenly said coldly, which frightened the blonde actress into her eyes.

"Who...... Who?"

"11 people who spent the night in church last night. Everyone is suspicious. The bank clerk's expression was very serious.

Bai Lu pursed her lips. Reminisced. No wonder I felt a figure shaking when I was half-asleep last night, if it wasn't for getting up at night to go to the toilet, then it was very likely that the murderer had committed the murder. It's scary to think about.

"That'...... So what are we going to do now?" asked the actress in a low voice.

"I've taken out the body and suspicious traces of the scene, and I'll know who the killer is when I leave the island for a DNA test. "The bank clerk is now fully playing the role of a forensic officer.

"Oh. Bai Lu and the actress nodded dryly on the side.

For most of the next day, the five people did only one thing - dig a pit and bury the body.

At the end of the race race's dirt slope with the wildflowers, Bai Lu heard a prayer similar to that of a priest: "Lord, Lord, merciful God! Amen. ”

During the day on the second day of the treasure hunt, the fifth team spent almost all of their time on the deceased racer, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, they returned to the room where the racer had been found, the place where the dead had died, and no one wanted to stay longer, and everyone hurried through.

Bai Lu didn't notice that the small thing that the bank clerk had deliberately left behind at the scene had moved, apparently someone had come after they had removed the racer's body.

Going down the corridor, up the stairs, or going down, the places where everyone passed were placed very ordinary items, and every time they rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, there was nothing to be gained except for the dust of the year.

On the second day, the five spent the night near what resembled a prison tower.

Because it was only more than ten hours before the death of the racer, everyone was palpitating, so Bai Lu listened to the sound of the actor lady tossing and turning in her sleeping bag all night, which was called sleepless.

When the rising sun shone in, the second night of the castle was announced.

Bai Lu sighed, thinking about it all night, for fear that someone would come in the middle of the night to commit murder, it was really enough to test her concentration.

Along the way, they didn't meet anyone else in the team, and of course, the dead racers didn't count, indicating that either Mr. Yamada and they were going too fast, or they were going in the opposite direction clockwise, and Bai Lu and his party were taking a counterclockwise route around the castle.

On the third day, with a slightly faster pace, everyone arrived at the main gate of the castle.

There was no place to search in an area similar to a guardhouse, which led to a low motivation among the group.

Then we went to the inner court of the castle, where two words were very clearly displayed - messy!

Broken tables and chairs, broken utensils, pillows with exposed goose feathers, torn curtains...... Although everything is covered in a thick layer of dust, it is not difficult to see that there was a fight here, and it was quite fierce.

After the bank clerk walked around, he saw a large pool of dried blood seeping into the wooden floor in the corner, and the reddish-brown dull color seemed to tell the story of a certain village murder many years ago.

Bai Lu stood in place and made up her mind, she had a bold guess, did the previous heir who came to the castle twelve years ago have something happened here?

Suddenly, feeling a burning gaze staring at herself, Bai Lu looked up and saw that it was a short-haired female photographer, that look was terrifying, but fortunately, she turned around in an instant, leaving Bai Lu's heart to jump bulgingly.

"We followed the traces of these fights. "The bank clerk led the way.

As she passed the water tower, she saw old clothes discarded on the side of the corridor and roadside, mutilated daggers, and old water bottles that the adventure novelist was bending over to pick up, and the color was no longer recognizable.

"The kettle won't work. Miss Actor reminded loudly.

But the novelist paid no heed, and he wiped the dust off the old kettle with his sleeve, as if he had picked up some treasure.

Is the kettle inlaid with gold and jade?

No, as you can see from the expressions on everyone's faces, everyone unanimously acknowledges that this is a very ordinary kettle.

Bai Lu was suspicious in his heart, the adventure novelist's attitude towards this ordinary old kettle was too serious, right? Either the kettle was hidden in the mystery, or-- he recognized this kettle!

Everyone is here for a treasure hunt, but the bank clerk has predictively brought tools to examine the murder scene?

The short-haired female photographer either doesn't speak, or her sentences are to the point, is her calm along the way such a character, or is there another mystery?

Now, there's one more: what's the connection between the adventure novelist and the kettle he picked up randomly in the castle?-

(To be continued......)