The dead man is, Bitos.

The young man, who had just been clever enough to pull Jason into his camp, was hanged on the stairs leading from the third floor to the second floor.

Betos stared, his tongue sticking out, and a leather shoe fell down the stairs, and a hemp rope went around his neck and tied to the wooden railing near the staircase on the third floor, tied in a very strong double single knot.

High enough for Bitos' feet to hang in the air, and his head almost reaching the bottom of the staircase leading to the fourth floor.

Waiters and attendants blocked relatives who wanted to get closer.

Several guards guarded the scene.

That's what Jason saw when he arrived.

"Haned?"

Jason looked at Bitos' corpse and did not interfere at will, but quietly waited for Gerald's arrival.

Gerard is not only the owner of this mansion, but also the ruler of Hanse Harbor, and it is only natural that he should leave it to the other party.

As he waited, Jason's gaze swept over the gathering of relatives.

There was horror in the eyes of these people.

but

It's more about stealing joy.

The kind of snickering joy after the absence of competitors.

As Bitos said, unlike his relatives, he should be quite 'competitive'.

It's just that......

That competitiveness is now gone.

Death always takes everything.

What will also be brought.

Sadness has.

There is also joy.

And at the moment, the latter is significantly more so.

Tread, stomp.

Gerard, dressed in a blue knight's suit, stepped down.

The butler walked beside Gerald.

Undoubtedly, the butler had informed Gerard of what had happened, and the ruler of Hans's harbor had a gloomy face and an air full of depression.

No one likes a homicide in their house.

Gerrard is no exception.

Even, even more annoying.

Because, his identity is different.

"Go block the news."

"Put the body down."

Gerald instructed the butler, and then, when it was time for the guards to act, the ruler of Hans Harbor walked up to Jason's side and stood side by side with him, watching the guards lay down the body.

"Together?"

Gerald invites Jason.

Jason walked forward silently.

He was not interested in the corpse of Bitos.

Can......

The faint scent on Bitos's body made him care very much.

That's the taste of food!

However, very light!

It faded so much that even Jason's perception was more than three times that of ordinary people, and he could only smell a little at close range.

And, more importantly, there is no such aroma of food in Bitos just now.

If anything, Jason wouldn't mind the other person entering the room to talk.

"After leaving, I met 'food' or 'food' related people."

"And then killed?"

Jason guessed, his eyes on the corpse.

Rope strangulation marks are clearly visible.

The laryngeal bone was completely broken, which shows that the murderer had a lot of strength.

Moreover, the strangulation marks are not half a circle, but a complete circle.

Then, Jason walked up the stairs leading to the third floor, and he checked where the rope had been tied before, and there were no signs of friction.

There is no doubt that murder is a certainty.

But not directly hanged.

Instead, he was strangled in the stairwell and hung up.

Otherwise, the strangulation marks should only be on one side of the throat, not all of them, and there should be some friction on the railing of the staircase, knowing that after being hung up, the person will not die immediately, at least dance a little.

The shoes on the stairs should have been used by the other party to confuse everyone's attention, making people think that Bitos was hanged.

But why did the other party do it?

Jason was slightly puzzled.

Hanging and strangulation are all deaths, and the essence will not change, and the murderer has gone to such great lengths to turn strangulation into hanging......

"Is there any hanging legend in this mansion?"

Jason asked Gerald.

"Nope."

"It was built in the last decade, and since the start of construction, there have been no accidents until now."

Gerald replied in the affirmative.

At the same time, a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

You know, he was thinking about this just now.

And his cousin already had a suspicious direction, much to Gerald's satisfaction.

Just as smart as when you were a kid!

Gerald had a picture of his childhood in his mind, and Jason's eyes were on the so-called relatives.

In Jason's opinion, these relatives are quite suspicious.

In fact, many people began to dodge when Jason's gaze swept over.

This scene, Gerald saw.

He waved his hand at the butler and gestured to the value.

Immediately, the butler walked over with several guards.

"Lord Gerald!"

"It's none of our business!"

"It was Raul who said he was going to hang Bitos!"

Without waiting for the butler to say anything, these guys who had just flashed their eyes spoke directly.

Raul?

It seems to be the son of some uncle.

He used to be a soldier of the Federation, but he left the army because of a mistake.

When they met at the door of the mansion before, the other party stood in the middle of the crowd, and was the only one who directly showed a faint hostility towards him.

Kind of a reckless guy.

It's not surprising that such a thing would be done on the spur of the moment.

It's just that......

Jason didn't see Raul in the crowd, he subconsciously shook his nose.

The smell of the food was also noted.

"Where's Raul?"

Gerald asked in a deep voice.

The relatives looked at each other and shook their heads.

Gerald's gaze looked at his butler.

"Mr. Raul said he wanted to go to the beach."

The butler replied.

"Go to the beach."

Gerald turned and walked towards the beach.

Jason followed.

The group was far away when they heard Denise's heartless laughter.

This kind of laughter eased the depressing atmosphere of the team slightly.

And then......

Everyone saw three people buried in the sand, and Denise piled a lump on everyone's head...... Sand in the shape of a poop.

The faces of those relatives changed.

Many of them knew what these three men were doing on the beach.

But the result?

It's a little different from what they imagined.

Gerald curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

He could also see the beach in his study, and although he didn't pay attention to it, he could guess what was going on, and Gerald admired Denise's way of behaving in a way that even if he was able to punish the offender in the true sense of the word, he would choose to do no harm.

Very kind girl.

As for the sand in the shape of poop?

So what?

When someone tried to bully him and Jason when they were kids, they threw cow dung at each other.

"Jason!"

"Let's play!"

When a group of people arrived, Denise saw Jason at a glance and waved his arms again and again.

Jason didn't even look at the person buried in the sand, and asked directly, "Do you see anyone else here?" ”

Before Denise could answer, Jason's nose twitched and he looked to the sea.

Seeing Jason's movements, the people around him subconsciously followed Jason's gaze.

And then?

Screams come and go!

"Dead!"

"Raul is dead!"