During the day, Mrs. Brown spends a lot of time in her bedroom "taking care" of her ailing husband, and rarely goes down to the first floor except for lunch and dinner.

Alex is very homely, he likes to be bored in his room and play with himself, and only Susan will run around the whole villa.

But today Susan felt cold behind her, and under the gaze of the oil paintings hanging on the walls of the living room, she faintly sensed that something was wrong, and went back to the room with the music box to see the adventures she had bought before.

The movements of the monsters gave the Interpreter a great deal of freedom, and they were able to move around the villa almost as much as they wanted, and of course, Mrs. Brown told them that they could spend their time at will, or they could go to the rest of the town to have fun and be safe on the way.

Yu Xing wanted to go to the garden outside the door in the name of walking, and he remembered the smell of the tip of his nose mixed with the earthy aroma when he first arrived at the Brown villa.

Even after a whole night, even a small detail could not escape from his mind.

That's where his Schrödinger's memory was used!

In fact, he has a very good memory - only for him when he is focused and wants to remember certain small details.

It is likely that the daily conversations and what he sees and hears will be forgotten by him as soon as he turns around, because he has too many things in his head, and old things are gradually forgotten, not to mention inconsequential chores.

It just so happens that the deduction game is a place where he needs to concentrate.

Yu Xing took Martha with her and separated from York.

York was going to the study on the second floor to find the records of wizarding and witchcraft in the background of this deduction, and by the way, he looked through the diaries, notes, and notepads left by the Brown family members.

Yu Xing and Martha have to brave the rain to visit the garden.

Mrs. Brown had not yet gone upstairs when she proposed this idea, but she enthusiastically found an umbrella, handed it to Yu Xing, and instructed: "It's raining heavily outside, so don't get wet if Roy and Martha want to go shopping." ”

"Thank you, ma'am, for your thoughtfulness." Yu Xing was wearing his three-piece suit, he was only wearing a shirt, but he put on the suit jacket when it was windy and cold outside, and he didn't button it, and the whole person looked very casual.

Taking advantage of Mrs. Brown's ignorance of their actions, Yu Xing asked, "Do you usually take care of this garden?" ”

Mrs. Brown shook her head, and could not find fault in her speech: "We have sick people to take care of at home, and I haven't tended to the garden for a long time. It's growing entirely on its own these days, and oh, when I think about it, I'm too unconcerned about these flowers. ”

She looked a little regretful, as if she really liked the flowers in the garden.

Yu Xing continued to ask: "Are the flowers in the garden all selected by you before?" ”

Mrs. Brown shook her head again: "When our family first moved here, the garden was bare, and then I don't know when, maybe some wild flowers that were planted here by some bird and fell here to bear fruit, and gradually grew on their own. ”

Do you believe this yourself?

Yu Xing didn't know if Mrs. Brown was lying, or if her brain circuit was different from that of a normal person after death, whose garden could be filled with all kinds of different flowers by birds?

This bird is called Jingwei.

He had a casual conversation with Mrs. Brown, and when they had gone upstairs, he motioned for Martha, who had been standing by and listening, to follow him.

Holding the handle of the umbrella, Yu Xing divided two fingers from the hand holding the silver-inlaid cane and opened the door.

In an instant, the wind and rain leaned towards him, and wisps of cool air flowed through the dense raindrops, and the sky was dark, giving people the illusion of being at night.

He opened his umbrella, shielding Martha and himself from being swept away by the rain, and closed the door.

As soon as the door closed, Martha suddenly relieved her stiffness, the space for the umbrella was limited, and the little Lori grabbed Yu Xing's sleeve in order not to be caught in the rain.

She asked, "Why did we come to the garden?" amid the crackling rain. ”

The garden was divided into two large parts by the road, and Yu Xing chose a random one without hesitation, briefly told Martha the contents of Susan's diary that she saw last night, and then hooked the corners of her mouth and answered the question with a question: "Don't you want to know where Mrs. Brown's body is buried?" ”

Martha immediately understood, and the townspeople said that the Brown family had not left the villa recently, so if someone died, the greatest possibility would be to bury the body in the garden!

They stepped on the lawn, and the dirt had become soft and muddy under the heavy rain overnight, and they would sink into a piece of it when they stepped on it, and the cane would poke a hole in the ground.

The closest to Yu Xing and Martha were the roses, clusters of black roses swaying with the wind and rain, and people couldn't help but worry about whether they would break the next moment, and the beautiful petals were stained by the mud.

In stark contrast to the black roses, the white roses next to them bloom with white petals, black and white, and it is hard to imagine that this is the result of their natural growth.

Beautiful, fragile, but with a tenacity that humans can't imagine.

Yesterday it was just a quick glance, but now seeing them up close, Martha's eyes showed amazement, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch the double petal of the white rose: "Wow...... It's so beautiful......"

Yu Xing: "Wow...... Mrs. Brown's body may be under this flower. ”

Martha: "......"

There is evidence to suspect that you did it on purpose.

There must be a little devil living in this man's heart!

Looking at Xiao Lori's gradually disgusted expression, Yu Xing adjusted the angle of the umbrella and chuckled: "Think the flowers are beautiful?" ”

"It's beautiful, I want to plant it when I get home! The Brown family has a good taste, you see, there are black lilies over there, and they are quite expensive. Martha pointed to a clump of lilies a little farther away, her eyes full of love, "But I'll match some flowers of other colors, otherwise it's too serious, and it's a little ...... How to put it, sadness. ”

In this small garden, there is a lack of color.

The three kinds of flowers occupy all the nutrients, and as far as the eye can see, except for green, it is black and white.

Yu Xing looked around, a large area of black and white, he thought last night that it was because of the night, the flowers in the garden were dark, but now it seems that it is like this.

"You can feel seriousness and sadness, and you have a lot of empathy." He turned his gaze back and looked down at the white rose with an uncertain expression, "Do you know the name of this flower?" ”

Martha wondered, "White Rose." ”

"It has its own name, Lorimas Rose."

Yu Xing's gaze passed through the flowers and leaves, and through the weeds, staring at a phalanx that had been washed out by the rainstorm.

The phalanges were buried in the earth, revealing only a small piece.

"Lorimas's flower language is, the nostalgia of death."

Martha's heart tightened inexplicably.

Immediately afterward, she heard Yu Xing's magnetic voice slowly sounding beside her, as if without any emotion: "The flower language of the black rose is desperate love, and the words of the black lily are, love and curse." ”

"Burying a person in such a sea of flowers, although beautiful, but ...... I shudder to think about it, what do you say? There was no shudder in Yu Xing's tone, but this indifferent tone succeeded in making Martha shudder.

Yu Xing continued: "After being buried, the rhizomes go deep into the soil, and finally penetrate into the corpse to absorb nutrients, and the corpse is devoured by the flowers, and the more it decays, the more amazing the flowers bloom......

Martha felt so bad that she got goosebumps just thinking about it.

Why is she not only scared by ghosts, but also by demon teammates!

And the demon is still so good-looking, she can't bear to quarrel with the other party.

After a long time of muttering in her heart, Martha could only answer: "Big, probably." ”

Feeling the aura of the person beside her who was more than thirty centimeters taller, Martha lowered her head as if evasively.

And at this low, she also saw the phalanges that were getting clearer and clearer by the rain.

…… Oh my mother, it's really buried under this bush of flowers!

Roy, are you open?