The 8 members of the club were divided into 4 teams.

As is customary, each team spends some time in the hallway where the murder occurred, trying to analyze the ins and outs of the case in the newspaper.

But not to mention that the case took place ten years ago, most of the information has long been erased, and there is no clue to be seen from the puddle of blood on the carpet alone.

Ma Hao and the president were assigned to explore the room on the second floor, Vera and Augs were on the first floor with them, and the two planned to go to the study to have a second look. Eric and Tiger decide to stay on the first floor, while Rob and Camilla go to the third floor to find out the truth about what happened last night.

There were many rooms on the second floor, and most of them had the same layout, the same as the room she slept in last night, with old-fashioned curtains and old-fashioned furniture, and the beds were the same color.

Ma Hao wanted to go to the master bedroom to have a look, and she felt that if there were really any clues left in the room, the biggest possibility was also in the master's room.

The door to the master bedroom is locked, and when choosing a room last night, several people tried it, and Rob didn't open the door lock for a long time. To get into the master bedroom, you have to find the key to the room.

"President, where do you think the key to the room will be placed?" Ma Hao and the president have nothing to say.

She's not a talker, and the president is obviously not. The one who talks less meets the one who talks less, so she can only take the initiative to find a topic with the president.

According to Rob's plan, the two of them were going to stay together for an afternoon, which was fine when there were a lot of people, but now only the two of them were left, and they didn't say a word, which was really embarrassing.

The president stood a little far away from Ma Haohao, probably because of the smell of garlic on her body, and even if the two acted together, they kept a certain distance.

He turned his gaze to look at Ma Haohao, Ma Haohao suspected that he still minded the things in the morning, and his voice was a little stiff.

"The maid's room has a key." The president said calmly.

His timbre was as strange as it was in the morning, like a rustling voice when he didn't wake up. It's not that it's not good, it's just that it doesn't match his flat tone.

Having said that, it's because it's so good, and it's weird to put it on a background like the president, right?

"Ah, shall we go to the first floor to find it?" Ma remembers that the maid's room was on the first floor.

"No, you don't."

“…… No? "Ma Hao doesn't understand what the president has in mind, he doesn't want to look for the key, just wants to wander around the unlocked room?

The president didn't explain much, and proved the reason why he said "no" with his actions. He pulled out a string of iron keys from his pocket, and when he took them out, there was a "ding" metal crashing sound due to the collision of the keys.

Ma looked at the president's eyes and was shining.

Damn, the president is too prescient!

If memory serves, he slept in the maid's room on the first floor last night. So he found the keys to the room and took them with him?

But how did the president know that they would be assigned to a room on the second floor to explore?

The key is on the president's body, and if someone else wants to open the room, and without knowing it, if you go to the maid's room and can't find the key, won't you be able to open the door?

Ma's good crankiness didn't last long. Either way, the fact is that it was the president's behavior, saving her the trouble of finding the key again.

As for the situations in her brain, since they all happened unexpectedly, of course, there is no need to be too entangled.

The president had already inserted the key into the keyhole of the lock, and when he tried the third one, the locked room was opened with a "click".

This master bedroom must have not been opened in a long time, and there is a smell of dust on the face. Ma Hao saw that the president wrinkled his nose, and the expression on his face was not clear, but he could guess that he was a little disgusted.

It is certain that he is indeed a bit of a cleanliness addict and is sensitive to taste.

Ma Hao thought of his flexible figure like a rabbit in the morning, and the way he covered his nose when he saw him in the morning, and the fear in his heart was alleviated a lot for no reason, and when he came to this world, he smiled easily for the first time.

She quipped, "President, can't you stand the smell?" Why don't you wait for me outside? ”

The president shook his head, "No. ”

After a while, he said, "That's acceptable." ”

Ma Hao wanted to laugh again.

She found that the president was still a little cute, and this cuteness was not about the appearance or how cute the words were, but because the president was a little dull and dull.

Ma Haohao originally thought he was introverted, so he didn't like to talk and was a little unapproachable. But after touching a few details, I don't think so.

Like the sentence just now, in fact, he only needed to say "no", but after finishing speaking, he seemed to be particularly afraid that Ma would misunderstand him, so he quickly explained.

It's just that he doesn't explain it well, and it still gives people the feeling of rejecting people. Ma looked at his lips tightly after he finished speaking, and he looked very annoyed.

Sure enough, every ordinary character, as long as you observe carefully, you can find the moving things about them. This transparent president is still very cute.

Because the curtains were drawn, the master bedroom was dark, and the dust that had been fermented for ten years made it even more difficult to see what was inside.

Ma Hao remembered her flashlight at this time.

Her room was also on the second floor, maybe she could run back and bring the flashlight over. It's always better to waste a little walking time than to smear around your room like a blind man.

Just as he was thinking, a bright light flashed in the room.

The president took out a flashlight from his pocket and lit up the area in front of him.

It's a bit bizarre, as if my mind has been guessed by the president. But it's impossible.,The first second of Ma Haohao,I don't know what I'll think in the next second.,It makes her feel that there is an invisible tacit understanding with the president.。

Ma Hao turned his head and looked at the pocket where he took out the key and the flashlight, and asked, "President, are you Doraemon?" ”

How could his pockets be the same as treasure bags, and he would be able to take out what she wanted whatever she wanted.

The president didn't seem to understand what "Doraemon" meant. He stared at her face to face for a few seconds before slowly shaking his head and saying, "No. ”

He replied solemnly and earnestly, as if he had finally come up with an answer after much deliberation.

Mahao's eyes bent and showed a sly smile. Ah, the silly president is too funny, isn't it?

Hemp's good bad taste is here again. I don't know why, I teased the president a few words, as if the dark clouds that had been pressing on her heart for the day were blown away.

In a horror story, she needs such a relaxing moment too much to regulate her nervousness.