The poor tailor's terrifying moans just by listening to them did not completely subside until he fainted from shouting and blood loss, and due to the urgency of the situation, Beidou, who could not find the bandage, had to use the cloth as a "first aid bandage" with Jean to wrap the tailor's hands, which had been completely cut to the palms. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The white fabric was soon stained with crimson blood, reflecting the tailor's increasingly pale and weakened face.

Fortunately, Ethel, the old butler, who had been waiting at the entrance of the cabin, heard the movement and rushed to the scene, and with the combined efforts of the three of them, he finally settled the fainting tailor in a proper place. Ethel, who seemed to know everything, offered to stay and do emergency work for the tailor, while Beidou and Jean were blocked back at the old butler's insistence.

The high-pitched and excited all day was familiar to all the guests in the cabin, so that no fifth person knew about this tragedy that happened in the middle of the night, except for the old captain who was called to clean up the scene.

After all, this is not something that can be known to the guests, and while it may seem a little selfish, Jean must also think about himself and the reputation of the cruise ship, and the fact that a perverted chopping prisoner is lurking among the guests can cause a panic just thinking about it. And for tailors and designers, this is probably more than "dangerous", after all, a pair of hands that can draw or cut is as precious to them as their own lives, just like the poor tailor, without his hands...... There are no more possibilities for the future.

"What happens to the tailor?"

After the old captain cleaned up the scene and was told not to make a noise about it for the time being, Beidou, who always felt that he couldn't let go, returned to his dark and closed room with him, and after taking out the old-fashioned key to open the hatch, Beidou leaned against the wall while suffering the strange smell of a slight musty smell mixed with the textile smell of the fabric.

"His face is pale, will he ......?"

"There was no need to worry about life, after all, it was not the heart that was hurt, and we arrived in time to stop the bleeding. ”

After turning over the empty hourglass again, Jean sat down at the piano. Compared with the calm and calm before, the look at this time seemed a little complicated.

"However, we have not found any severed fingers anywhere, not even one, which should be able to be retrieved if we have time. It's just that now it seems...... The tailor's hand is probably ...... There is little hope. ”

If a tailor has no fingers, it's no different than killing him with a knife. After all, picking up scissors on his feet and becoming a genius tailor only exists in imaginary novels, and the cruel reality is that the tailor has no livelihood, no future, even if he is given enough money to spend the rest of his life smoothly, but he can no longer do this kind of thing by picking up scissors and needlework to sew a piece of clothing again.

Money is just a cheap comfort for those who pursue their dreams, because they want to pursue more than material things.

"What should I do next? If such a prisoner is hidden in the cabin, anyone will be alarmed. ”

"Well, so I can't say anything yet, and if I can, I'd like to find out the culprit without anyone else knowing. ”

Jean's hands were on the keys, but this time he just put them on, and the melancholy sound that Beidou had heard earlier did not sound.

"Tomorrow when the cruise ship is anchored and goes to shore to buy purchases, I will ask Ethel to drop the tailor off the ship and give him enough money to live. It's a bit helpless, but it's the only remedy I can do at the moment. ”

"He ......"

Beidou hesitated, how many of the tailors and designers who came to this ship came for "money"? Most of them...... There won't be one. Although Jean's approach is a bit selfish, it ...... It is understandable, and it can only be so. The question is......

"Will he agree?"

【Knock~】

A low accent began to swirl, and Jean sighed heavily with his fingers pressed the keys, "I'll agree, Mary." Believe me, in this era of gears and steel, everyone has a scales linked to money in their hearts, as long as they add enough weight, even the most firm people will lean towards the side of compromise. So I hope you can keep it a secret as well......"

"Well, I'll pretend I don't know anything. ”

Things have happened, and there is no way to take the tailor's fingers back, if you continue to dwell on Jean's responsibility here, not only will the murderer not be caught, but the next clothing fair may also be affected, and this will also indirectly affect the purpose of Beidou and Yiden's trip.

"Thank you very much! I will send more sailors on patrol at night, and tell everyone to stay safe. It's just some unfounded speculation right now, but I already have a clue. ”

Jean took his hands off the keys as he cleared his throat, "It's not that I'm overconfident in the sailors on my ship, but they all have clean backgrounds, and they're just rough fire, and they've never crossed paths with guests. So I don't think they would have any reason or motive to do such a good job to a tailor they didn't know, and this time the prisoner is likely to be ......."

"Who's among the guests? and more likely to be a tailor. ”

Seeing that Jean was speechless, Beidou, who had spoken his thoughts, continued to explain, "Whether it's a blueprint or a tailor, you have to fight it out on the next voyage, so if it's a peer, maybe there will be a hurtful motive because of the emotion of 'jealousy'." After all...... He didn't take the tailor's life directly, but chopped off his finger very decisively. ”

Naturally, this crime, which was not a murder, was not enough to put the prisoner on the gallows, and the tailor on the victim's side would wake up with pain and despair no different from death.

It is very likely that one of the tailors did this, because only they can know the importance of the hands that are equivalent to their "lives".

"Then I'll take my leave, Jean. ”

The eyelids had already begun to fight, and Beidou, who rubbed his eyes, was really a little sleepy from fatigue, and after his eyes crossed the corner of the trench coat, Beidou straightened up and said goodbye.

"You also rest early, and ...... tomorrow There's a lot of trouble to deal with. ”

(It seems that the mother had a convulsion in the morning, and sent two identical out.) Helpless. ）