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And Schumann's sudden question also made everyone at the dinner table stop what they were doing and looked at Tan Zongwei with complicated eyes.

When Tan Zongwei saw this posture, his face couldn't help but be a little stupid:

"Yes! Oh, yes! I heard a strange noise! ”

Schumann asked:

"What a strange sound, describe it!"

Tan Zongwei was a little unhappy:

"How do you describe this, it's like ...... It's like the sound of metal grinding, and then there's the sound of falling. ”

Tan Zongwei looked serious about it, but in Schumann's dark eyes, there was a flash of strange light.

The next second, she stood up defenselessly, ran out of the restaurant, and ran towards the stairs.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan also quickly stood up:

"Stay here and don't move!"

After that, he went after Schumann.

For this suddenly unsuspecting scene, everyone couldn't help but look at each other, except for Lin Luxiao and Qin Feiyang, everyone else seemed to be suspicious of the purpose of Schumann's words that he had just asked Tan Zongwei, and the reason why she ran upstairs later.

Standing at the door of Anne's room, Schumann couldn't help but take a deep breath.

From the murder to the present, she has never been at the scene of the crime because she is anxious to investigate the reason for the doubt in her heart, and she is even more worried that something will happen to other people in the villa.

Now that I think about it, it was a big oversight.

However, if she guessed correctly, the murderer's movements should not be so fast. Or if the murderer really returned to the scene, then it was precisely she who left traces.

The door to the room was locked, and Schumann had already asked for the key from the housekeeper Lao Zhang, along with the spare key.

The moment the door was opened, the smell of blood in the room came to my face again.

Jiang Yan had already caught up at this time, but he just stood at the door, looked at Schumann, didn't ask the reason, didn't do anything to stop him, just looked at Schumann quietly.

Schumann knew that Jiang Yan was coming, but she didn't look back, she first looked at Anne's room again and carefully.

The window was closed, and when they rushed in the morning, it was like that, no one had moved, Schumann went to the window, looked at it carefully, and confirmed his thoughts once again.

Because the lock of the window is inside, it is impossible for the murderer to escape through the window.

But the doors and windows are closed, and the murderer cannot disappear out of thin air, so it means that the murderer still leaves through the door. Schumann didn't think about it before, they came up with Tan Zongwei at that time, the door was obviously locked, and when the door was opened, only Anne's body was left in the room, so it was impossible for the murderer to disappear under their noses.

The only explanation is that the murderer used some method to blind them.

And just now, Schumann was eating, and suddenly he thought of a strange place, which would ask Tan Zongwei about the details of the morning.

At this time, she looked at the blood stains on the ground that had not yet been cleaned up, but had begun to dry up in dark red, slowly squatted down, reached out and gently wiped it.

With dark red blood stains on his thumb, Jiang Yan watched this scene at the door, his eyebrows couldn't help but twist slightly, and a touch of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

Schumann rubbed the blood lightly with his thumb and forefinger, then stood up again and looked around.

She first came to the corner of the air conditioner, the air conditioner was off, but I don't know if it was because of luck, Schumann lowered his head, and saw a circle of yellow marks on the stall under the air conditioner vertically.

When his eyes touched the mark, Schumann's eyebrows suddenly twisted, squatted down, leaned over, and stroked the mark with his hand again, and in a moment, Schumann's face, which had been shrouded in gloom and dark clouds all day, finally appeared a slight smile.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan spoke slowly:

"Officer Shu, can I come in?"

Hearing Jiang Yan's voice, Schumann suddenly remembered that there was still a person standing outside the door, and she had forgotten Jiang Yan because she had watched the scene too carefully.

"Hmm!"

At this time, she didn't have time to talk to Jiang Yan to control her anger, and a low sound overflowed from her throat, so she stood up, followed the side of the air conditioner, and began to observe carefully.

She didn't miss a tiny pattern on the wall, on the floor, or even on the carpet.

Seeing that she was looking seriously, Jiang Yan seemed to be a little helpless, but she didn't stop it, just leaned against the wall, her eyes were deep, as if she was thinking about something.

Schumann's dark eyes, like an eagle looking for prey, searched the room carefully, and suddenly, a small mark on the corner of the table near the wall attracted her attention.

Schumann was distracted, and immediately walked over.

It was an extremely small mark, barely visible even if you looked closely, not long, about five centimeters, across the edge of the corner of the table.

"What do you think caused this trace?"

Schumann lowered his head and asked, but received no response.

Schumann paused, looked up and saw Jiang Yan still standing honestly in place, leaning against the wall with his slender body leaning obliquely, with a hint of playfulness at the corner of his mouth, an indescribable evil charm.

"Why don't you answer me?"

Schumann twisted his eyebrows and asked Jiang Yan.

When Jiang Yan heard this, he looked suddenly:

"So you're talking to me!"

Schumann: "......"

It's not you, it's a ghost!

Schumann glanced at Jiang Yan angrily, but Jiang Yan smiled, then stepped up, walked to Schumann, straightened his expression, and carefully observed the fine lines that Schumann said.

The aura on Jiang Yan's body at this time was completely different from just now, and the evil temperament that had hung Lang Dang seemed to have been restrained. At this moment, his expression is focused, his eyes are deep, and he has an indescribable charming temperament.

Schumann was a little stunned for a moment.

Such a Jiang Yan...... Jiang Yan like that...... Recently, she seems to have paid a lot less attention to Jiang Yan.

"Do you remember the strange voice that Tan Zongwei just described?"

Schumann was still thinking about it, Jiang Yan's voice sounded coldly, Schumann was defenseless, and couldn't help but make a mistake. And Jiang Yan also happened to turn around at this time, with a slightly embarrassed expression on Schumann.

In just a moment, his serious face immediately collapsed, and the evil arc of the corners of his mouth was provoked again:

"Seeing that I look so seriously, do you think I'm handsome?"

Schumann was still a little cramped by the bag, but he didn't expect that Jiang Yan's words immediately broke all her discomfort, wrinkled her eyebrows, and glanced at Jiang Yan angrily:

"Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

There is a reason for her to say this, it is obvious that Jiang Yan's state this afternoon is very different from usual.

Jiang Yan just smiled:

"Yo, it's still reasonable to peek at the handsome guy?"

Schumann didn't bother to pay attention to him:

"What did you just say?"

As she spoke, she turned her head and checked again, and this time, in the corner of the wall, she saw again a mark similar to the one she had just found on the edge of the corner.

It is also not big, about four or five centimeters, extremely shallow and very thin, and the position is also very biased, not careful, you can't see it at all.

"There's that too!"

Schumann lowered his head and said another word to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan smiled in a low voice, but did not dwell more on the topic of whether Schumann saw him because he was handsome and charming, but followed Schumann's words, walked over, squatted on the ground, and carefully looked at the trace that Schumann said:

"Well, it's the same object as the one on the table!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but pause slightly:

"I said, do you remember the description of the voice he heard that Tan Zongwei just answered you."

Schumann raised his head:

"It's only been a few minutes, how could I not remember?"

Jiang Yan stood up, and instead of looking carefully inch by inch like Schumann, he walked directly to the door and checked the wooden door.

He said that the sound he heard was like the sound of metal grinding.

I'm thinking, if it's a simple metal friction, the sound should be very harsh, when I was in school, Lao Qiao took us to do experiments, and the sound of pure metal friction can basically be judged as noise. ”

Schumann stood up and looked at Jiang Yan with a little doubt:

"What kind of experiment did Lao Qiao take you to, aren't you criminal psychology?"

Jiang Yan heard the voice, but it was a side eye:

"Officer Shu, there's no end to learning!"

Schumann: ".................. okay, you're a domineering president, you're right."

Slandering in his heart, Jiang Yan's slightly low voice came again:

"Here!"

Schumann was distracted, and hurriedly walked over, but Jiang Yan pointed to the top edge of the door panel, with Jiang Yan's height, she can only touch it by reaching out, and her height, let alone looking at it, can't you touch it, okay?

"Too?"

Although he couldn't see or touch it, Schumann guessed it.

Jiang Yan did not answer Schumann's words, but put down his hand, suddenly squatted down slightly, and hugged Schumann's legs.

Schumann was defenseless and was really taken aback:

"Jiang Yan, you ......"

"Check it out for yourself!"

His voice was quite calm, without a trace of waves, and somehow, hearing him say this, Schumann was a little embarrassed.

It turned out that he just wanted to let himself go to the people himself, but what mess was she thinking about just now?

It's all to blame on a certain demon, this afternoon is good and doesn't die and always teases her!

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but exhale secretly, and Jiang Yan held his height and looked carefully at the top edge of the door panel.

Sure enough, as expected, there was also a small, not very long mark, almost exactly like what I had seen in the corner of the wall and on the edge of the table.

Schumann's eyebrows were deep, and there seemed to be a dark tide surging in his eyes.

Similar to the sound of metal grinding, three shallow marks, closed doors and windows, corpses lying on the ground, and the yellow marks on the carpet under the air conditioner......

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And Schumann's sudden question also made everyone at the dinner table stop what they were doing and looked at Tan Zongwei with complicated eyes.

When Tan Zongwei saw this posture, his face couldn't help but be a little stupid:

"Yes! Oh, yes! I heard a strange noise! ”

Schumann asked:

"What a strange sound, describe it!"

Tan Zongwei was a little unhappy:

"How do you describe this, it's like ...... It's like the sound of metal grinding, and then there's the sound of falling. ”

Tan Zongwei looked serious about it, but in Schumann's dark eyes, there was a flash of strange light.

The next second, she stood up defenselessly, ran out of the restaurant, and ran towards the stairs.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan also quickly stood up:

"Stay here and don't move!"

After that, he went after Schumann.

For this suddenly unsuspecting scene, everyone couldn't help but look at each other, except for Lin Luxiao and Qin Feiyang, everyone else seemed to be suspicious of the purpose of Schumann's words that he had just asked Tan Zongwei, and the reason why she ran upstairs later.

Standing at the door of Anne's room, Schumann couldn't help but take a deep breath.

From the murder to the present, she has never been at the scene of the crime because she is anxious to investigate the reason for the doubt in her heart, and she is even more worried that something will happen to other people in the villa.

Now that I think about it, it was a big oversight.

However, if she guessed correctly, the murderer's movements should not be so fast. Or if the murderer really returned to the scene, then it was precisely she who left traces.

The door to the room was locked, and Schumann had already asked for the key from the housekeeper Lao Zhang, along with the spare key.

The moment the door was opened, the smell of blood in the room came to my face again.

Jiang Yan had already caught up at this time, but he just stood at the door, looked at Schumann, didn't ask the reason, didn't do anything to stop him, just looked at Schumann quietly.

Schumann knew that Jiang Yan was coming, but she didn't look back, she first looked at Anne's room again and carefully.

The window was closed, and when they rushed in the morning, it was like that, no one had moved, Schumann went to the window, looked at it carefully, and confirmed his thoughts once again.

Because the lock of the window is inside, it is impossible for the murderer to escape through the window.

But the doors and windows are closed, and the murderer cannot disappear out of thin air, so it means that the murderer still leaves through the door. Schumann didn't think about it before, they came up with Tan Zongwei at that time, the door was obviously locked, and when the door was opened, only Anne's body was left in the room, so it was impossible for the murderer to disappear under their noses.

The only explanation is that the murderer used some method to blind them.

And just now, Schumann was eating, and suddenly he thought of a strange place, which would ask Tan Zongwei about the details of the morning.

At this time, she looked at the blood stains on the ground that had not yet been cleaned up, but had begun to dry up in dark red, slowly squatted down, reached out and gently wiped it.

With dark red blood stains on his thumb, Jiang Yan watched this scene at the door, his eyebrows couldn't help but twist slightly, and a touch of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

Schumann rubbed the blood lightly with his thumb and forefinger, then stood up again and looked around.

She first came to the corner of the air conditioner, the air conditioner was off, but I don't know if it was because of luck, Schumann lowered his head, and saw a circle of yellow marks on the stall under the air conditioner vertically.

When his eyes touched the mark, Schumann's eyebrows suddenly twisted, squatted down, leaned over, and stroked the mark with his hand again, and in a moment, Schumann's face, which had been shrouded in gloom and dark clouds all day, finally appeared a slight smile.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan spoke slowly:

"Officer Shu, can I come in?"

Hearing Jiang Yan's voice, Schumann suddenly remembered that there was still a person standing outside the door, and she had forgotten Jiang Yan because she had watched the scene too carefully.

"Hmm!"

At this time, she didn't have time to talk to Jiang Yan to control her anger, and a low sound overflowed from her throat, so she stood up, followed the side of the air conditioner, and began to observe carefully.

She didn't miss a tiny pattern on the wall, on the floor, or even on the carpet.

Seeing that she was looking seriously, Jiang Yan seemed to be a little helpless, but she didn't stop it, just leaned against the wall, her eyes were deep, as if she was thinking about something.

Schumann's dark eyes, like an eagle looking for prey, searched the room carefully, and suddenly, a small mark on the corner of the table near the wall attracted her attention.

Schumann was distracted, and immediately walked over.

It was an extremely small mark, barely visible even if you looked closely, not long, about five centimeters, across the edge of the corner of the table.

"What do you think caused this trace?"

Schumann lowered his head and asked, but received no response.

Schumann paused, looked up and saw Jiang Yan still standing honestly in place, leaning against the wall with his slender body leaning obliquely, with a hint of playfulness at the corner of his mouth, an indescribable evil charm.

"Why don't you answer me?"

Schumann twisted his eyebrows and asked Jiang Yan.

When Jiang Yan heard this, he looked suddenly:

"So you're talking to me!"

Schumann: "......"

It's not you, it's a ghost!

Schumann glanced at Jiang Yan angrily, but Jiang Yan smiled, then stepped up, walked to Schumann, straightened his expression, and carefully observed the fine lines that Schumann said.

The aura on Jiang Yan's body at this time was completely different from just now, and the evil temperament that had hung Lang Dang seemed to have been restrained. At this moment, his expression is focused, his eyes are deep, and he has an indescribable charming temperament.

Schumann was a little stunned for a moment.

Such a Jiang Yan...... Jiang Yan like that...... Recently, she seems to have paid a lot less attention to Jiang Yan.

"Do you remember the strange voice that Tan Zongwei just described?"

Schumann was still thinking about it, Jiang Yan's voice sounded coldly, Schumann was defenseless, and couldn't help but make a mistake. And Jiang Yan also happened to turn around at this time, with a slightly embarrassed expression on Schumann.

In just a moment, his serious face immediately collapsed, and the evil arc of the corners of his mouth was provoked again:

"Seeing that I look so seriously, do you think I'm handsome?"

Schumann was still a little cramped by the bag, but he didn't expect that Jiang Yan's words immediately broke all her discomfort, wrinkled her eyebrows, and glanced at Jiang Yan angrily:

"Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

There is a reason for her to say this, it is obvious that Jiang Yan's state this afternoon is very different from usual.

Jiang Yan just smiled:

"Yo, it's still reasonable to peek at the handsome guy?"

Schumann didn't bother to pay attention to him:

"What did you just say?"

As she spoke, she turned her head and checked again, and this time, in the corner of the wall, she saw again a mark similar to the one she had just found on the edge of the corner.

It is also not big, about four or five centimeters, extremely shallow and very thin, and the position is also very biased, not careful, you can't see it at all.

"There's that too!"

Schumann lowered his head and said another word to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan smiled in a low voice, but did not dwell more on the topic of whether Schumann saw him because he was handsome and charming, but followed Schumann's words, walked over, squatted on the ground, and carefully looked at the trace that Schumann said:

"Well, it's the same object as the one on the table!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but pause slightly:

"I said, do you remember the description of the voice he heard that Tan Zongwei just answered you."

Schumann raised his head:

"It's only been a few minutes, how could I not remember?"

Jiang Yan stood up, and instead of looking carefully inch by inch like Schumann, he walked directly to the door and checked the wooden door.

He said that the sound he heard was like the sound of metal grinding.

I'm thinking, if it's a simple metal friction, the sound should be very harsh, when I was in school, Lao Qiao took us to do experiments, and the sound of pure metal friction can basically be judged as noise. ”

Schumann stood up and looked at Jiang Yan with a little doubt:

"What kind of experiment did Lao Qiao take you to, aren't you criminal psychology?"

Jiang Yan heard the voice, but it was a side eye:

"Officer Shu, there's no end to learning!"

Schumann: ".................. okay, you're a domineering president, you're right."

Slandering in his heart, Jiang Yan's slightly low voice came again:

"Here!"

Schumann was distracted, and hurriedly walked over, but Jiang Yan pointed to the top edge of the door panel, with Jiang Yan's height, she can only touch it by reaching out, and her height, let alone looking at it, can't you touch it, okay?

"Too?"

Although he couldn't see or touch it, Schumann guessed it.

Jiang Yan did not answer Schumann's words, but put down his hand, suddenly squatted down slightly, and hugged Schumann's legs.

Schumann was defenseless and was really taken aback:

"Jiang Yan, you ......"

"Check it out for yourself!"

His voice was quite calm, without a trace of waves, and somehow, hearing him say this, Schumann was a little embarrassed.

It turned out that he just wanted to let himself go to the people himself, but what mess was she thinking about just now?

It's all to blame on a certain demon, this afternoon is good and doesn't die and always teases her!

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but exhale secretly, and Jiang Yan held his height and looked carefully at the top edge of the door panel.

Sure enough, as expected, there was also a small, not very long mark, almost exactly like what I had seen in the corner of the wall and on the edge of the table.

Schumann's eyebrows were deep, and there seemed to be a dark tide surging in his eyes.

Similar to the sound of metal grinding, three shallow marks, closed doors and windows, corpses lying on the ground, and the yellow marks on the carpet under the air conditioner......

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