Seeing this familiar 'butterfly', I couldn't help but say with fear: "Could it be that the owner of this manor is really the 'butterfly mark'?" "If that's the case, then we're in a precarious situation right now, and we should think about how we can get out of it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 However, I didn't say the second half of the sentence, because, Mu Zihan interrupted me.

"I don't know if he is the cunning 'butterfly' or not, but I am at least sure that this so-called Midyear Festival celebration will never be so peaceful. Whether it is "The Last Supper" or this manor castle on the other side, or the short poem on the note paper in front of me and the eye-catching 'butterfly', there is a strange smell of blood. Mu Zihan said and asked me: "By the way, Siyuan, what do you think after reading that short poem?" ”

"What can I think, I just think it's terrible, as if every word carries a strong smell of blood, and a resentment that can't be dissolved." I replied with a wry smile. Seriously, when I got this piece of paper and saw the short poem on it, I really felt like I was haunted by a ghost, and I couldn't help but chill all over.

"Siyuan, I mean, what do you think of the content of this short poem?" Mu Zihan said, and without waiting for me to answer, he began to analyze himself: "The 'grand celebration' in the poem is supposed to indicate the mid-year festival that will be held in this ancient castle that night, this sentence does not have any special meaning, but what is the 'crappy Jesus' after that?" And what about the 'boat arrival'? It's in a valley with lofty mountains, how can you come by boat? Will there be a spaceship? He smiled sarcastically.

"The sentence 'flame of revenge' after that does have a strong resentment, but it doesn't mean anything, but the word revenge makes me mind. And the next 'devil's lair' is not the forest behind the castle? We've all heard the old butler call it a 'devil's lair', but we're not sure they're talking about the same place. And why is 'Judas' hiding inside? If this letter was really written by the owner of the manor, then, according to our previous speculation, wasn't Judas himself? Then it would be illogical again. Could it be that he himself revealed his whereabouts? That doesn't seem to make sense. Mu Zihan continued to say suspiciously.

"The main thing is the next two sentences: 'The fourteenth guest, whom no one saw, gradually revealed his hideousness'. According to the current situation, the fourteenth guest should be Xinyan, but how could she not be seen? Moreover, judging by the meaning of the words, it is actually this 'fourteenth guest' who is about to kill someone. But how could Xinyan kill someone? Or, in fact, should the fourteenth guest in this poem be the fifteenth person to be exact? Because Xinyan's joining was an accident. But if this is the case, then it proves that the verses on this piece of paper were written before Shin-yeon was invited and have not been changed since, which proves that this poem was not written by the manor lord 'fallen god believer'. Moreover, the person who wrote this poem only found out that Xinyan had joined, but it was too late to rewrite the verse. If so, who would that person be? The main thing is why the back of the paper has the same golden butterfly mark as on the invitation. Mu Zihan said all the questions in one go.

"You ask so many questions in one breath, I am confused, and besides, even you don't know, how can I know? I find it a little strange, though. I was in a fog by Mu Zihan's series of questions, and even the things that seemed to have been thought of became vague and uncertain.

"What's strange?" Mu Zihan said.

"I remember you once said that the 'butterfly' of the 'butterfly mark' is never the same. Do you have that invitation with you? I'd like to take a look. I didn't answer directly, and instead asked Mu Zihan to give me the invitation.

Taking the black invitation, I compared the butterflies on the back of the paper with the butterflies on the invitation, and sure enough, the two butterflies were exactly the same, even the same size. Seeing this, even if I didn't speak, Mu Zihan already knew what I meant, and said thoughtfully: "It seems that the 'butterfly' on this piece of paper is actually rubbed from the invitation. Then, maybe this piece of paper was really not written by the owner of the manor, but the person who wrote this piece of paper must have been someone who had been in contact with the invitation. ”

"When did you find this piece of paper in your pocket tonight?" I asked, confused.

"Just when I opened the door, I unconsciously went to dig for the key in my pocket, and found that there was more of this paper." Mu Zihan seemed to understand what I meant, and said negatively: "You don't have to think about it, I haven't been in contact with any guests other than you and Xinyan except for those two butlers today. Even if I talk to that Fei Yiping, there is you in between, and there is no way he will stuff the note into my pocket without being discovered by you and me. ”

"That's strange, could it be one of the two housekeepers, Liu Zhen and Liu Wei? That's impossible, isn't it? "I'm getting more and more confused, the whole thing is big and small, I just feel more and more, like a snowball, I already feel that my brain is not enough.

"Maybe there's really an invisible fifteenth guest, don't think about it, it's not too early, go to bed." Saying that, Mu Zihan sat up from the sofa, and after a simple tidying up, he lay down on his bed, and after a while, I heard him snoring softly.

Seeing this scene, I only felt a strange feeling, although Mu Zihan and I have been living in the detective agency, but we all slept in separate rooms, and it was really the first time to spend the night in the same room like this. I've been talking about the celebration before, but I haven't felt anything, but now it makes me feel embarrassed.

But embarrassment is embarrassing, I still have to sleep, although this ancient castle is luxurious, but it is built in the valley, and there is no mobile phone signal, I originally wanted to chat with Fang Ling before going to bed, and relieve the nerves that were tense by countless strange things this day. However, after taking out the mobile phone, I found that there was no signal mark on the screen, so I had to give up, and obediently closed my eyes to sleep, fortunately, I am not a terminal cancer patient on my mobile phone, so I can still bear it for a few days.

I don't know how long I slept, and I don't know what time it was midnight, but I remember that in a daze, I seemed to wake up once, and when I turned sideways and saw that Mu Zihan's bed was actually empty. Could it be that you woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom with urine? I take it for granted. Then the sleepiness hit me even stronger, and I fell into a deep sleep again.

(To be continued)