Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 12 Confessions of the Dead
After walking through most of the mansion, the Epirean detective tried to insert the key in his hand into the keyhole of the ornate door of the baron's master bedroom.He found that it didn't quite fit, but the lock twitched awkwardly with the huge key handle.

Looking around the room, the overall decoration is very similar to the noble bedroom four or five centuries ago.A double bed with velvet curtains, a solid wood handmade desk inlaid with gold trim, a thick Persian rug with the Scarre family coat of arms, a fireplace with charcoal, and a full set of knight armor standing by the hearth...

Under the refurbishment of the organizer, the room list does not seem to have any problems.However, the Epilens detectives keenly judged from the building materials and architectural style that the history of the entire mansion cannot exceed 200 years.

That is to say, when a certain historical unsolved case happened, the owner of the house at the time, His Excellency the Baron, deliberately built a mansion with extremely retro decoration.

Considering the unsolved cases that followed, it was hard not to let a detective wonder about the reasons and connections behind it.

At this moment, he suddenly heard subtle, intentionally concealed footsteps coming from the distance in the corridor.

Frowning slightly, for a second, the old man showed a relieved look on his face.He walked to the door calmly, closed the door again, and locked the classical door that could only be unlocked with a key through the keyhole inside.

The keen sense of being an adventurer does not degrade with age.The [Victim] girl number [-] sneaked up behind her.This high probability shows that in the information obtained by the other party, he is not the "real murderer in history".

Before she entered the game field, the first [victim] lady had enough time to explore the whole mansion.If it has been judged that [Baron] is the real murderer, then it would be a wise choice for her to take advantage of this time to hide.

Although she didn't know the "kill" method of "throwing the key", it was definitely the most reasonable idea to delay her as much as possible so that she could not find and catch up with her inconvenient legs in time.Judging from the lower limit of that young lady's performance in the kitchen, it seems that she is definitely not a character who is obsessed with means to be upright.

In this way, the reason why the other party would choose to follow her could only be that she confirmed that she was not a killer, and wanted to use her to open the originally closed room to explore and destroy more evidence and clues.

Zhen Cheng's bizarre operation in the kitchen opens up new ideas for the Epirendian detective. "Special props" is an important advantage of one's own identity.If there is really any important documentation in the master bedroom, he can use the fireplace in the room to burn after reading it, turning the potential advantage into real exclusive information.

Thinking of Miss Zhen's operation and the inspiration she brought to him, Epirens couldn't help but secretly praise again.

She directly gave up the method of surviving to the end, and chose the second way of destroying each opponent's "restore history", which seemed difficult, but was actually more feasible to win.

Of course, the other party may also do the opposite and use their own reasoning to block themselves in the room to survive the time limit.However, the door opens inward, and there is no possibility of being blocked.

Ipranus has been prepared for ears.Whenever there is movement of dragging furniture outside, open the door and throw the key immediately.

With calm and confidence, Epirens began to look through the items in the room in detail.

The desk where the problem is most likely to be found is given priority, however, unfortunately, Epilens did not find any game-related clues there.

But the keen observation made the old detective notice a detail, which is a problem that young detectives who have not experienced his era and have not written in the ancient way with their own hands are difficult to realize no matter how talented they are.

The inkwell and quill that should have appeared on the desk were lying quietly on the overly luxurious bedside table.

This is a habit in the past era that only gentlemen who just woke up or wrote notes or diaries in bed before going to bed would have the habit.

With a nostalgic smile, the old detective searched the bedside table, then the carpet beside the bed, the bedding, and finally opened the zipper to pull out a hardcover notebook with a complicated cover that looked like a magic book from the interlayer of the pillow.

Epirens tried to open the notebook, only to find that the pages on the left side of the notebook were all soaked with blood and had long since dried up.It wasn't that they stuck together, it was just that the water-based ink written by the quill pen was smeared with blood, making it difficult to identify.

The few barely legible handwriting contains the date and time, and has a certain repetition, such as "35:[-], supervise the maid to clean the dormitory." and so on.

Only by turning to the end, through the clear handwriting on the only page left on the right, and the language of uncontrollable passion contained in it, can Epirens truly restore in his mind the man who left many pictures in the mansion a hundred years ago. The figure of the baron who had left the figure kneeling on the ground and writing frantically.

His left hand and left sleeve were all soaked with blood, and they were dizzy on the note paper sheets pressed against his wrist.But the baron himself was writing as if he didn't notice it, as if he was involuntarily carrying out a fanatical ritual:

"I did it! In accordance with the will of the divine envoy, I completed every step perfectly, and personally offered the life of the sacrifice that God preferred.

I am the chosen one, I will surpass my father, surpass the great grandfather who received the gift of the gods, and reproduce the glory of the family and the will of God on the earth!

As long as the final ceremony is completed, the family will eventually get the golden mask promised by God.Everything will be carried out meticulously according to my preparations for three whole years... No, it is God's will.

I should regret it.When the world thinks it can control its own destiny, they are just puppets in the hands of the Lord.I am no exception ...

That's the same. "

After reading this, Epirens suddenly realized that the notebook seemed to be illusory.Slightly swaying, like a translucent water surface.

Through this layer of "water surface", he vaguely saw a face on the other side of the note staring towards him through the note.

He maintains a similar posture to himself, but his subtle demeanor is clearly different, not mirror-like.He felt that his sight in the notes seemed to have penetrated the barriers of time, and finally he could see the face of the man opposite.

Old, deep, with sharp eyes and a confident smile.That's... he knows it all too well, Detective Epirenus.

Suddenly, the detective was keenly aware of his own abnormality, and then suddenly pulled out of the hazy sense of deviation that was half-dream and half-awake.He panted heavily like a drowning man desperately climbing ashore, his whole body drenched in sweat.

At that moment, he felt unable to distinguish whether he was a great detective who became famous as an adventurer, or an ancient baron who crazily believed in a certain existence.He felt that he could see his hands writing uncontrollably in his vision, and felt that one crazy idea after another was sprouting in his heart.

What's even more terrifying is that the sight, touch, and thoughts in his mind that happened just a few seconds ago, he can't recall clearly now.

All that remains is only a momentary memory that is detached, deprived of sensibility, and difficult to distinguish between true and false.

(End of this chapter)