As the Black Book turns to the last page, Priscilla Coache writes that "the whole world collapsed in an instant", and his handwriting came to an abrupt end.

In whose hands did the "red pupils" fall? What did the killer do to Priscilla? Who is behind the scenes? What conspiracy is Alfred brewing? How will Bromin respond to the crisis? A series of questions lingered in my mind, and I couldn't figure it out.

The fire was flickering, the sky was already dark, and although I had not slept all night, I did not feel sleepy at all. Alfred, Casper, Dino, Kozmo, Dooy, Fresen...... Names are beating in front of their eyes, and the murderer is one of them. Although on the surface, the missing Fresen is the most suspicious, in the story of the bard, the murderer is often the least likely one!

I'm desperate for answers.

The father woke up. He put on his coat, shuffled over to me with heavy steps, touched my head, sighed, and said nothing. I knew what he was thinking, and it made me a little sad.

A new day begins. I wiped my face with cold water, ate black bread and bitter coffee, and consciously came to the bellows to help. But my father stopped me and gently but firmly told me to go back to rest.

I didn't insist.

Lying on the tattered bed, listening to the bellows "whirring and whirring" and panting, I couldn't fall asleep over and over, lying on the bed and flipping through the pages of the black book, looking for hidden clues between the lines. Stroking the burnt yellow paper and reading the words written by Priscilla herself a long time ago, my heart gradually calmed down, my eyelids were astringent, and I fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up, it was already early afternoon, the sun was shining on my back through the window, and there was bread and bacon at the head of the bed, which my father had left for my lunch, and he was careful not to wake me. I got out of bed, the black book pressed under my face, a large chunk wet with saliva, and a few lines of scribbled text in the margins.

That's not Priscilla's handwriting!

Elvis and Zeny lay quietly on the cold floor of the parchment library, like two lifeless corpses. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. There is no doubt that if there is a disappearance at Bromin College, I must be the biggest suspect. The key to clearing suspicion lies in two things: proper disposal of the body and finding a scapegoat. ”

I was shocked, like jumping into a river of cold water in the cold winter, like being struck by lightning in the wilderness, like ...... I don't know how to describe it, but in short, the real world of the blacksmith shop is fading, and I am in the ancient Bromin Academy, and I touch the truth about the murder of the Misty Moon.

Oh, my God! The killer took the black book left by Priscilla, read it from beginning to end, and left a hidden account in the margins! I couldn't wait, my fingers trembling uncontrollably, and I turned the book to the first page, wet it with water, and read the words in my mouth, word by word.