Mrs. Lucifer sat alone in her room, half of her delicately printed sheets slipping off the bed and dragging over her beautifully shaped feet. Now Madame's hands and feet were exposed, the sleeves of her dress were rolled up above her elbows, and the slippers on her feet were kicked to the center of the room.

Being alone made Mrs. Lucifer seem to relax a lot, she didn't look as reserved as she did in front of the medical examiner, maybe she really thought it was safer to be in the room than outside!

Mrs. Lucifer's feet were white and delicate, and her toenails were thin and transparent, like that of a girl, and did not look like the feet of a middle-aged woman at all. It may be the result of the lady's daily attention to maintenance.

But her hands are diametrically opposed, they look like a pair of hands that are busy with housework every day, the knuckles of each finger are rough, the fingertips are slightly red, the fingernails are very flat, and there is no trace of nail polish on them, which makes people feel that this is extremely incommensurate with the hostess's usual heavy makeup.

With such a pair of hands, it is no wonder that a woman who loves beauty wants to hide it, which should be said to be a natural thing, but when it is placed here, we always feel a little puzzled, because at the beginning of the description of the hostess by Hu Zijia.

The hostess likes to wear tight-fitting clothes that highlight the line of her figure, and most of the sleeves of that kind of clothes do not cover the back of her hands, does this prove that she usually does not hide her hands? And there are two maids in this house who are doing housework, since Mrs. Lucifer can take good care of her feet? And why don't you take care of your hands too?

However, no matter how many suspicions there are, what we can be sure of is that at least killing Candy and Yujin, Mrs. Lucifer doesn't have any chance at all, so these details of suspicion are difficult to play.

The thought of Candy's death really made Mrs. Lucifer very sad, she didn't understand why the target was Candy, and she was still worried about it, even more than she cared about Mr. Lucifer.

Of all of them, Candy is probably the most innocent, Mrs. Lucifer thought so at the beginning, and we don't know why he insisted that Candy wasn't involved in anything, maybe she had a deep affection for Candy.

After so many years away from Mr. Lucifer, Mrs. Lucifer never found another one for herself, and she went to the Candy store to buy hats except for her passion for a horror party.

The style of the hat made by Candy is very chic, different from those ordinary hats bought on the market, anyway, it is very good-looking, and every time she wears a hat made by Candy, Mrs. Lucifer will receive a lot of praise.

Lately, however, the compliments have diminished considerably, for Mrs. Lucifer has not bought new hats and designer clothes of which she is proud for most of the year, and she herself does not know why, but she has not been buying them lately.

I don't know if Mr. Lucifer wrote more new works after divorcing her. If he could write more, he would have contributed a lot more money, where would all the alimony go? Mrs. Lucifer sighed inwardly, thinking about the same problem as a certain man.

Women always like to be cranky, and she is no exception, sitting alone on the edge of the bed, her thoughts are no longer under her control.

Mrs. Lucifer thought of the maid again, and both maids worried her, especially little Yuya. The hostess who had just been at the door of the basement ...... 'Whew-' let out a breath and forcibly suppressed her urge to continue thinking.

Glancing at the slippers, Madame hesitated to put them on again. The little girl has been outside to help rescue for a long time, and she hasn't come in until now, so it stands to reason that the character of the girl shouldn't be like this, which makes Mrs. Lucifer have another layer of worry.

The sound of vomiting and moving outside has long been inaudible.

Will the maid not trust her? What about trusting Mr. Forensic Doctor more? Maybe she won't come to her room again, and that really worries Mrs. Lucifer.

She hesitated to go out of the room to take a look, but if someone outside was being attacked, she would be in the trap. Mrs. Lucifer didn't want to do such a stupid thing.

'Or I'll hear it!' If they speak normally, I'll go out and try it. She thought to herself, and finally stood up and hooked her slippers back with her foot.

The soft soles of the slippers were comfortable, and Mrs. Lucifer walked to the door, but the next second a noise somewhere caught her attention. Stop, look up at where the sound came from.

It was the air duct cover on the roof of the room that was opened, why the air duct lid was placed on the roof of the room, Mrs. Lucifer didn't know, but she always thought it was ugly, if only it could be hidden behind the bed or behind the table.

Frightened eyes watched the lid fall to the ground, Mrs. Lucifer opened her mouth to scream, but quickly covered her mouth again, and it was the feet of Shen Meimi who fell from the roof, and the maid suddenly appeared in an unexpected place, but she was only shocked in an instant, and fear came and went quickly.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Lucifer asked.

But the maid's response was very unclear, she was vague, no, not vague, but a purring voice that did not resemble a voice, and Mrs. Lucifer took a step closer, and she was about to pull the maid down.

The maid seemed to have her hands and shoulders stuck at the entrance of the air duct, and her body and feet were dangling unnaturally.

"Xiaomi, is that you?!" Mrs. Lucifer tried to ask again, but there was no sound. To figure out what was going on, she moved her chair and stood up.

Suddenly, something dripped down, from the maid's feet, and Mrs. Lucifer strangely reached out to wipe a handful of hair, and when the palm of her hand moved to her eyes, the fear of hell really arrived...

A woman's scream is no longer a human sound, it's simply a scream that can't tell the difference between a man and a woman! Among them, there is extreme fear, grief, and helplessness, and the last helper is finally gone, and the woman can't accept God's tricks. Almost tearing her cheeks and hair, she desperately circled around the room like a madman until the door was opened by someone outside.......

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"Are you finally willing to admit who you are?" The man outside the door walked into the room, his steps were light, and the stand-in was followed behind him.

"No, it can't be, then who is she?!!" The woman was still screaming, she couldn't tell the truth anymore.

"She's the innocent, you're the greedy and the destroyer, and behind me is the real Mr. Lucifer!"

The man spoke unhurriedly, still approaching the woman with a relaxed step. The woman's clothes kept falling out of her clothes because of the crazy pulling just now, and she looked fat and ugly when she lost her restraints.

The clothes were stretched out as much as possible, and the woman clutched her long hair with both hands, and there was only fear in her dilated pupils. It was as if hell was right before her eyes.

And the one who brought hell again was the person who betrayed her many years ago-

"Why?! Why are you still here, isn't the betrayal and pain I have endured enough? Finally!! It's not easy to get to where we are today!! …… I don't want to see you!! Get the hell out of here!! After recognizing who the woman behind the man was, the woman in the room was even more distressed, and she didn't understand why things had to be repeated over and over again!

He didn't speak, didn't know what to say, the room was silent as the roaring echoes passed, one woman backing away, another trying to get closer, and the man standing outside the distance he should have kept, looking at the scene before him, still showing no emotion.

Eventually, one of them couldn't take it anymore and she went limp, while the other rushed over and hugged her tightly, an action that instantly reminded both of them of the night before the police car arrived.

When the man exited the room, he suddenly couldn't move his feet anymore, leaned back in his chair, glanced at the carpet surface, and then bent down to put the red and white 'shoes' back on the cocked foot.

A door was closed, there would be no more murders, but the truth was still not fully revealed, and the man felt some terrible danger coming towards him, but he couldn't back down, because the loved ones were still working for the truth.

The man sat alone in the large space, raised his head, and mouthed himself to himself in the endless void: "Come back quickly, come back to me, I love you......"