In the brightly lit living room of Yukiyama Resort, guests, including Mr. Asai, are lying on the sofa as if they are asleep.

The rain was still pouring outside the window. At this moment, Ms. Furuzawa, who was lying peacefully on the ground, suddenly opened her charming eyes, and then lightly looked around with the corner of her eye.

After making sure that nothing had changed, Ms. Furuzawa sat up from the floor abruptly. She lifted her arms and stretched her upper body, then stood up and straightened the hem of her skirt.

With her feet in bright red heels delicately stepping over the bodies of the guests who had fallen to the ground, Ms. Furusawa walked straight in front of Mr. Morris.

"Maurice, wake up Maurice!"

Hearing his name called, Morris snapped open his eyes and sat up immediately.

"Has everyone fallen?"

Morris asked Ms. Guze cautiously.

"Except for the two cops upstairs, everyone else is here now!"

Lady Guze lowered her voice and whispered in Maurice's ear. Then she put her arms around Morris's neck and took his lips hungrily.

After the kiss, with a slight feeling of heat, Morris stood up from the ground, and he put his arms around Ms. Furuzawa to carefully avoid the crowd that had fallen to the ground. Then he walked straight to the "Love Letter" that was flipped over by Lin Xiuyi.

Just as Morris was about to check the painting, the alert Ms. Guzawa suddenly heard what seemed to be a movement from upstairs.

"Who is it, is it the killer who broke into the villa?"

Ms. Guzer gently tugged at Mr. Morris beside him, reminding him that it was not the time to be happy. Then she gestured to the upstairs location. Mr. Morris nodded, and then he casually picked up the katana in front of him from a pair of samurai armor standing by the hallway.

"I'm a little worried, did the two policemen upstairs drink our black tea?

Ms. Guzawa whispered in Mr. Morris's ear.

Mr. Morris took Ms. Guzer behind him, and the two of them climbed the stairs up the second floor lightly.

Because she participated in the whole process of arranging tonight's banquet, Ms. Furuzawa knew very well where Lin Xiuyi and Gen Zhizhu's room was located. She cautiously walked to Genjizhu's door, gently grasped the doorknob, and then tried to turn it a little harder.

The door was not locked, and Ms. Guze easily unscrewed the lock, she tried to control her strength, quietly pushed the door, and then carefully examined the situation in the room.

"Not there?"

Seeing that the room was empty, Ms. Furuzawa closed the door carefully again. She turned around and pointed to the location of Lin Xiuyi's room.

Ms. Guze and Mr. Morris continued to move cautiously in the direction of Lin Xiuyi. The two of them came to the door of Lin Xiu's room lightly and tried to turn the handle on the door. Their luck was exceptional, and with a single twist, the door was easily opened. Then a sound of sleeping snoring came from the room.

Ms. Furuzawa nodded to Mr. Morris with a smile. The two of them finally relaxed their hanging hearts.

Morris walked to the door and pushed it open triumphantly, only to see two well-dressed men lying on the bed and sofa, sleeping in the dark.

"Looks like we're really lucky this time! I thought these two cops would be difficult to deal with!"

Morris relaxed and put down the katana in his hand and said with a long sigh

"We'd be lucky if it weren't for that killer hiding outside! ”

Ms. Guzawa cautiously reminded Morris.

"yes, that guy's arrows seem to be pretty accurate, but...... If we can use these people in the room as bait to confuse the murderer outside, I don't think we can get out of here safely. ”

"What do you want to do, Maurice!"

"Anyway, tie up the guys downstairs first, and then look for anything else in this house that we should take with us. As for these two cops, let them stay here, if they wake up, they will definitely think that the pervert did all this!"

After Mr. Morris finished speaking, he immediately walked to Lin Xiuyi's side, and then lifted his body with his feet. Seeing that the other party was still sleeping like a puddle of mud, Morris completely let go of a hanging heart.

"Let's go, dear! I think this time, we won't miss that painting again!"

Morris didn't go any further to check on Gen Zhizhu, he put his hand on Lady Furuzawa's shoulder, then picked up the katana for self-defense and left the room, and closed the door with him.

When silence returned to the room again, Lin Xiuyi opened his eyes first, and then Yuan Zhizhu, who was still a little drowsy, also opened his eyes at the same time.

"What's going on? The original murder suddenly had a twist, and I thought it was my companions, Mr. Morris and Ms. Gurzawa, who had other plans, and what was the painting they mentioned...... One question after another followed, making Lin Xiuyi feel a burst of unprecedented doubts. ”

As Lin Xiuyi felt the same doubts, Yuan Zhizhu also didn't understand what the situation was like outside now. The only thing that made him understand now was that there were two more enemies, and in addition to the archer who could shoot arrows, there was also a pair of dog men and women.

Lin Xiuyi carefully sat up from the ground, he quietly glanced at Yuan Zhizhu, although Yuan Zhizhu didn't have any strength in his body, he still tried his best to move his body from the sofa, and crawled to Lin Xiuyi's side little by little.

"It seems that we are caught up in an incredible conspiracy! But I did notice their conversation, and I wondered what the painting they were referring to that would never be missed again, was it the ruined Love Letter?"

Lin Xiuyi carefully typed the above text on his mobile phone, Yuan Zhizhu looked at it for a long time, he shook his head hard, trying to concentrate his attention.

Lin Xiuyi cared about wanting to know Yuan Zhizhu's opinion, but he waited for a long time, but he only waited for Yuan Zhizhu to knock out a nonsense on his mobile phone.

"What do we do now?"

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