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Chapter 18 The Tin Box
"This incident may be related to the case three years ago. Speaking of which, how much do you know about Mrs. Guo?" the photographer asked back.

"She is a very gentle and weak beauty." The detective stroked his chin with an admiration on his face, and then said: "But before she committed suicide, there was a period of time when she became crazy, and I also knew her at that time."

As a well-known detective, Detective Gu has been involved in many cases. Mrs. Guo contacted him three years ago, mumbled some strange words, and then committed suicide not long after.

The photographer paused: "What are you talking about?"

The detective spread his hands: "'Such a demon should go to hell, but I can't do it', like that."

After finishing speaking, he became a little regretful again, and sighed: "Mrs. Guo should have asked me for help, but before I knew more, she committed suicide. After that, Mr. Guo's case It broke out, but there is no evidence for that incident at all, and Mrs. Guo really committed suicide."

So what is the case? !
The photographer really wanted to ask, but he was afraid that if he asked directly, it would break the human design, which would lead to some punishment from the system.

"However." Suddenly, the detective's words changed again, and he said, "A case similar to that of three years ago happened in this mountain a year ago, so I have been trying to visit the manor this year, wanting to come in. An investigation was conducted, but it was unsuccessful.”

"Thinking about it carefully, the time when Mr. Guo was killed seems to be quite close to the date when the girl disappeared."

The detective said thoughtfully.

Upon hearing this, the photographer blurted out and asked, "Which girl?"

"Ah?" The detective paused and asked, "Don't you know about the missing case?"

"I was busy with other things afterwards, so I didn't pay much attention to this case. I might have missed it." The photographer said calmly.

"Is that so?" The detective responded casually, without inquiring what he was busy with, and took out his phone to open the photo album.

The detective's mobile phone kept various photos of the deceased, as well as many information about the murderer. It took him a long time to find the record from a year ago, and he clicked on a girl's photo and handed it to him.

The girl in the photo looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, smiling sweetly.

The detective explained in an eloquent manner: "The girl's name is Zhang Ya. She just finished the college entrance examination last year. When she and her friends came out to climb this mountain, they disappeared. Her blood and belongings were only found on the slope halfway up the mountain. None were found."

Speaking of the latter, the detective paused, then smiled inexplicably: "This mountain can eat people."

Even in the past, because of the legend of cannibalism, the mountain's reputation has spread a little, and there are more foreign tourists who come to pay their respects than before, which sounds very ironic.

The photographer listened quietly, roughly guessed the case three years ago, and then tentatively asked: "In these years, including her words, how many people have disappeared?"

The detective thought for a while: "Three years ago, eight people disappeared one after another, all of them were young women, and then they fell silent until the incident reappeared a year ago, and now there are nine people." - I really don't understand What else can that group of people come to this mountain to look at, to look at the corpses of the girls?"

He finally said something weird.

"Do you have pictures of the other eight people?" the photographer asked.

"I said, you came to investigate this matter but didn't do your homework at all. It's really not like you." The detective suddenly gave him a weird look.

"I also received a commission on a temporary basis." The photographer was still very calm, and said: "I didn't even work as a detective anymore."

"Really, no wonder I seldom see you active now." The detective raised his eyebrows, found photos of other victims and sent them to him.

The photographer looked at the photos of other missing persons, but finally focused on the girl named Zhang Ya.

And just as he was deep in thought, the detective sitting on the girl's bed shook his feet, and suddenly felt a little empty underneath.

He looked down, and saw that the long sheets had been spread all the way to the floor, so that when he covered them and looked over, it was difficult to imagine whether there was a hollow under the bed.

Thinking of this, the detective bent down on a whim, and looked under the bed with his head.

Here, after the photographer stared at the girl's photo for a while, suddenly there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his mind. He looked at the detective and was eager to make a guess, but he saw the young man lying on the ground, half The body got under the bed.

He seemed to be dragging something, his hands were stretched inside, and his body was slowly moving out.

"Help me!"

The photographer squatted down, pulled his legs and dragged the man out, and a tin box came out with the detective.

"This is?" He was taken aback.

Also stunned were the housekeeper and the maid who brought the maid here at this time.

The detective who was still lying on the ground looked up, and for a moment, the four people present fell silent.

The maid was the first to react, her face paled with fright, and she said in horror: "Wait! This, this is not my thing, I have never left anything under the bed!"

She knew that because of Mr. Guo's death, the manor is now investigating suspects and other items, and as the servant who brought Mr. Guo tableware back then, she has been directly classified as the highest suspect.

Because of this, the maid was already very frightened, but in the end, suspicious items were found in her room!

The maid explained without tears: "Housekeeper, trust me, this is really not mine!"

The butler said nothing with a sullen face, but the coldness in his eyes had already made the maid start to shiver in fear.

At this moment, the detective climbed up, gave her a bright smile, and said, "You don't have to worry so much, we'll investigate whether it's true or not, now let me see what's inside, is it okay? "

The maid shrank and said, "This is not my thing... You can read it if you want."

The detective smiled, looked at the lock of the box, his eyes moved slightly, and then opened the box directly.

Lying inside was a neatly folded white skirt, which was a little damp. After the detective took the skirt out, he saw a pair of white gloves and a long black wig underneath.

Seeing this, the butler was stunned for a moment, his expression changed between doubt and meditation, and finally he glanced at the maid next to him inexplicably.

The maid who saw it immediately burst into tears, and muttered indiscriminately: "It's really not mine, and I don't know where it came from. I really don't have..."

The detective sniffed the dress, smelling very faintly of rotting roses.

He said thoughtfully: "Maybe it really isn't hers. When I just crawled under the bed, there was a lot of dust underneath, and there was only a new push mark. It seems that someone stuffed something under her bed recently."

Hearing that the maid here breathed a sigh of relief, but before she finished, the detective said again: "Of course, it cannot be ruled out that you deliberately created this illusion."

Wow, the girl burst into tears again.

The detective who always liked to tease girls didn't look over at this time, he rubbed his skirt and fell into deep thought.

If the box really didn't belong to the maid, who put it in?
More importantly, why did the other party hide the box in such a conspicuous place, because the maid is the most suspected, and there is no doubt that she will be searched, but if it is for setting the blame, this trick with many flaws is too shallow .

Unless, the other party put it here on purpose, what message do you want to convey to them?
(End of this chapter)