"Manman, mother-in-law, don't say any more to the two of you, I have a diary here, you listen to me first." Yun Yeyao interjected.

At the same time, on the first floor, the man wrapped in gauze on his palms was saying the same thing: "Everyone, don't discuss it anymore, I have a diary here, you listen to me read it first." ”

Two people in different locations took out the same black covered notebook, one from the inside of his shirt on the back and the other from the front of the down jacket.

The people sitting around the table on the third floor all fell silent all at once, and Wen Manman and his mother-in-law also looked at Yun Yeyao, not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Yun Yeyao cleared her throat and opened the diary, and from the side, every page of the diary was old, full of wrinkles, as if it had been soaked in water. Yun Yeyao said: "I will omit the name of the master of the diary now, and read the content to everyone first, Manman, mother-in-law, if you hear something related to you, please interrupt me and tell me in detail." ”

"Okay, Mr. Yun, you can read it." The mother-in-law was very angry with Wen Manman, and leaned on Sister Wang and said.

The following is the content of the diary: "Yun Yeyao added, when he began to enter the play, he became melancholy and sad, as if he was a different person, and the lights in the room dimmed a lot with his changes. "I don't remember how long it was, what year, month, and day, it was all taken away by my father, and I can't understand many things that a normal child can understand, and even I can't read the grandfather clock."

"It was a grandfather clock from my hometown, like a wooden statue, except for a little metal part on the clock face, which always made a screeching ticking sound. I used to reject it, but now, it's the only memory I have. Every night at 12 o'clock, I would turn its pointer to make it right, but in the morning, the old man would move it forward by an hour. ”

"Every day at 12 noon, I would turn its hands to make it correct, but in the evening, the old man would slow it back by an hour. Old Man Time is always against me, I don't know why? He doesn't want me to have the right time, he wants me to live in the wrong forever. ”

"This is not my home, my father did not admit it, he put the house book in my drawer, so that I could see it every day, as if the house book would tell me that this is my home. Unfortunately, that didn't work for me. Again, I saw my father rummaging through my drawers and asking me where the book was, and it was there, and he had entrusted Mr. Butler to put it in, but he had forgotten it. ”

"Later, when I opened the drawer by myself, I was lying there, and it looked like my father's eyesight was starting to have problems. Well, I don't want to mention my father again, but about the maid and the housekeeper who often come to the third floor to bring me food. ”

Thinking of this, Yun Yeyao stopped, he had completely entered the role of the imprisoned, and the loneliness revealed from his face was bringing everyone into the play little by little. Liu Qiaopu observed these people who were entering the play, he was looking for a target, and Yan Muheng was about to ask questions.

Downstairs, there is also a narrator, an observer and a questioner, but the narrator's acting skills are not good, the observer's analytical ability is far less than that of the old criminal policeman, and the questioner's temper is a little short-tempered.

Let's take a look at how upstairs will develop:

Yan Muheng asked, "The problem of time has been revealed since we entered the treacherous house. There are no clocks in the treacherous house except for the big clock, Sister Wang, your family's statement is that the hostess hates clocks extremely much and doesn't want to hear any related sounds, now I ask again, are you sure that's the case? ”

"No," the mother-in-law replied, "Before Anze's daughter was locked up here, there were clocks in the house, but then they were all thrown away by Anze, and he said that Anze hated clocks very much, and saw that time would make her mentally worse, so she threw away all the clocks." I think it's actually Anze himself who hates clocks. ”

"What about Sister Wang? Do you know anything about this? Yan Muheng turned to Sister Wang and asked.

Sister Wang shook her head and said, "All I know is what Mr. Housekeeper told me, he just said that you can't bring clocks into the house, and nothing else has been said." ”

"Well, the next question is for the others, what do you guys think about that? In the last room on the third floor, Xiao Yao and I saw the table clock described in the diary, which was no longer gone, but it didn't seem to be scrapped. ”

"What do you want to say about clocks? Or is it about Manman or the hostess? Lian Fan asked rhetorically, his position was now diagonally opposite Vinmanman, and his face could be seen under the cloak.

Without waiting for Yan Muheng to answer, Lu Haoyu said directly: "In terms of time, I agree with my mother-in-law's opinion, it's not that my daughter hates clocks, but An Ze himself, I think An Ze can build a house in this kind of place, which in itself shows that he is already a madman, and crazy people are always unreasonable in doing things, so I can't speculate on the reason." Speaking of Manman, she quarreled with her mother-in-law as soon as she came, and her strange behavior was not explained at all, and I think she was deliberately avoiding it. ”

"Wen Manman, I don't accept rebuttals, so you'd better shut up and listen to me." Lu Haoyu said to Wen Manman, who wanted to have a seizure, and saw that Wen Manman had to close his mouth before continuing: "Since Manman deliberately avoided it, then I will talk about it for her." The dancers are very soft, and if the hole in the stairwell could be widened, Wen Manman might be able to get into it. ”

Yan Muheng said: "But, Mr. Lu, don't forget, before Man Man looked inside the wall hole, Mr. Qin pulled the edge of the wall hole with his hand, at that time his whole body was hanging on the wall, and the wall hole did not have any signs that could be opened again, if the mechanism inside could carry the weight of an adult man, then how could it be easily pulled away slowly?" ”

"I don't know, I'm not a detective, it was you who asked, I said my thoughts, you let me explain specifically, how can I explain it, you have to study it yourself!" Lu Haoyu felt that Yan Muheng was not a criminal policeman, so why did he ask them like an investigator, didn't the old criminal policeman say that he was also one of the suspects, so now he answered the question by himself, which was enough to give him face.

Yan Muheng could see Lu Haoyu's thoughts, this guy was the one who found fault the most, Yan Muheng didn't want to argue with him, so he kept his mouth shut and continued to listen to him. Liu Qiaopu in front of him still had one hand hidden behind his back, and his fingers occasionally tapped Yan Muheng's knees, reminding Yan Muheng of his observations in a way that only they could understand.

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