I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

"Just... they were all found under the pillow."

"Under the pillow?" Serabel was stunned.

"Uh-huh."

Fujieda Soka nodded quickly.

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This is a very important message.

Serabel originally thought it was an ordinary letter mailing. If that was the case, it would be much easier to handle.

After all, even if the letter can be mailed anonymously, if it involves a death threat, you can call the police and get the police involved. At that time, you only need to go to the post office system to investigate who sent it.

But if it is stuffed directly under the pillow...

"That means the prisoner is very likely to be someone from the mansion."

Serabel speculated with ten or even nine percent certainty.

This conclusion may sound a bit sudden at first, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that it makes sense.

"I think so too." Yukiko held her chin and looked serious, "After all, if you are an outsider, no matter how familiar you are with this mansion, it is impossible to know exactly which room the owner has, let alone The risk of sneaking in and putting things away unnoticed for three consecutive days is too great."

"Indeed." Fei Yingli also agreed.

"Right, right~ Sure enough, everyone thinks so!"

Seeing that everyone agreed with this conclusion, Soka Fujieda also became excited for some reason, her expression and tone were lifelike.

"Actually, Mikio said the same thing, and said, 'This must be a stupid thing done by one of the stupid servants at home!'"

"Oh, so he knows?" Serabel was a little surprised.

It should be said that he is an old Bideng who has been running an illegal business for most of his life. Not only has he not been killed, but he can still live quite well. He still has a bit of brains.

"Then that's easy to say. Where is he now? Call him over and ask which servants are usually against him?"

"That won't work..."

Before they finished speaking, the study door behind everyone was pushed open from the outside. Housekeeper Ueki, who had left earlier for something else, walked in. He covered his mouth with his fist and coughed twice before saying.

"The master is currently listening to classical music and reading a book in the audio-visual room. I just left just to bring him coffee. When I left, the master locked the door from the inside. No one can get in now."

"Don't have a key?" Serabel asked.

"The key is there..."

Fujieda Suhua glanced at the old housekeeper and spoke tentatively.

"But I think it's better not to do this, because Mikio really enjoys his time in the audio-visual room every afternoon. At this point, no matter who disturbs him, he will curse."

"That means he is alone in the audio-visual room?" Fei Yingli was confused.

"Yes……"

Are you so brave?

Before Serabel could blurt out this complaint, the old housekeeper added.

"Ah, but don't worry. There are surveillance cameras in the audio-visual room. Even if you are the only one here, you don't have to worry about any accidents."

"Oh?"

"If you are worried, I can take you to the monitoring room now to have a look." Housekeeper Ueki suggested.

Naturally, there is nothing wrong with Serabel, and Yukiko, Fei Yingri and others also think this is best.

But only one person refused.

Upon hearing that he was going to the monitoring room next, Shigeru Fujieda immediately waved his hand with a wry smile.

"If that's the case, I won't go. Although I really want to spend more time with a few beautiful ladies, the deadline for my novel is really coming soon, and I have to go back to the room to finish it."

"Hey, is that so?" Xiaolan opened her eyes wide to express understanding.

"Well, I'm really sorry. I'll excuse you now. The guests will leave it to Mr. Ueki."

Turning around and patting the old butler on the shoulder, Fujieda said goodbye politely and left first.

Of course, when I said I was leaving, I actually just went to another room on the second floor a few doors away from the study.

And not long after that, others also left the study.

Following the old housekeeper walking in the corridor on the second floor, Serabel suddenly discovered a strange problem.

"Mr. Ueki, can I ask a question?"

"Please say."

"Why did we install surveillance cameras in the corridor on the east side when we went up the stairs, but when we got here there were no surveillance cameras on the west side?"

"This is……"

As soon as Butler Ueki spoke, Soka Fujieda snatched the words away with a smile.

"That's Mikio's idea. He said that this villa will be demolished and rebuilt soon. There's no need to do it too well, so he only installed surveillance cameras in the places he frequented every day, like the master bedroom on the east side. , the west side is the guest room and utility room.”

"Raze it and rebuild it?" Xiaolan was a little puzzled, "But isn't this villa pretty good now?"

"Okay, okay, it's just too old-fashioned!" Soka Fujieda said loudly, "How can anyone still live in this kind of old castle that only vampires in movies live in? It's gloomy and heavy. It's better to shovel it down and rebuild an Iron Man building. That kind of thing, if you pull out all the flowers and swings in the backyard, it would be great to dig a big swimming pool."

She gushed about the preferences of the previous owner of the mansion.

"This...it's just a matter of personal preference." Xiaolan smiled awkwardly and said politely.

In two or three sentences, everyone quickly arrived at the monitoring room at the west end of the corridor on the second floor.

Because it was private surveillance inside the mansion, and Fujieda Mikio himself didn't care much about this stuff, there was no dedicated person in the surveillance room responsible for keeping an eye on it all day long.

When Serabel walked into the monitoring room, the entire monitoring system was running normally. The large screen on the left was divided into more than a dozen shots by horizontal and vertical lines. The room consisted of the living room, corridor, and restaurant on the first floor. There is a second floor corridor.

Each location consists of two cameras set up diagonally.

There is only one camera in the audio-visual room. The viewing angle should be on the northwest side, giving a panoramic view of the entire audio-visual room with a [-]-degree wide angle.

In the picture, Mikio Fujieda is sitting alone on a single sofa in the center of the audio-visual room. The record player on the side is spinning in circles. He is holding a book in his hand and leisurely took a cup from the small round coffee table next to it while still smoking. Take a sip of the steaming hand-ground coffee.

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"You can see it very clearly." Yukiko muttered as she leaned closer to the screen.

Butler Ueki hummed: "That's right. This way, even if the master is alone in the audio-visual room, he doesn't have to worry about any accidents."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mikio Fujieda, who was reading a book a second ago, suddenly put down the book in his hand.

He then stood up.

Raise your hands high.

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Chapter 75 Another open-book exam (No. 11 update)

Raise your hand.

This is a perfectly normal action for normal people with sound limbs.

Leaving aside purposeful actions such as picking up objects from high places, many people will get up and move around after sitting for a long time, even without any purpose.

Like stretching or something.

Just like Mikio Fujieda in the surveillance screen at this moment.

But no matter how long it is, it usually only lasts for five seconds at most, which is already a very long time.

However, Mikio Fujieda on the screen seemed to be stretched endlessly. Ten seconds after he stood up from the sofa, he still kept his hands raised in the air, with the fingers of his hands spread out and motionless.

"Isn't Mr. Mikio's state a little strange?" Yukiko whispered.

Although in Japan only people who are very close to each other call each other by their first names, considering that this is someone else's home, and the family members all have the surname Fujieda, it is more accurate to call them by their first names at this time.

"That's a little bit." Xiaolan nodded in agreement. "It's almost like...as if..."

Her rhetoric was stuck for a moment.

Fei Yingli took over for her daughter: "It was like being pointed at a gun from behind."

Her voice was not loud and her tone was calm, but it was enough for everyone to hear clearly in such a small space.

Butler Ueki was the first to deny it: "But this is impossible. There is only the master in the audio-visual room now, and it is impossible for anyone else to be there..."

Before he finished speaking, Mikio Fujieda made another move on the surveillance screen.

But it wasn't a reassuring moment to put down your hands and sit back on the couch.

Instead... he fell forward heavily as if he had lost all his strength.

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"Qianxiong?!"

Fujieda Soka's pupils suddenly shrank and she lost control of her voice.

"He, he was shot!"

"Where's the key?"

Fei Yingli was the first to react, turning to the old housekeeper and asking quickly and concisely.

"In...in my room."

Housekeeper Ueki was stunned for a moment, but he immediately came to his senses, turned around and walked out quickly.

"I'll get it right away!"

This was an unexpected situation that no one expected. It was clear that Mikio Fujieda was alone in the audio-visual room in the last second, but the next second he was knocked down on the spot, lying on the ground with his eyes wide open as if he could not rest in peace. .

In such a hurry, Yukiko and Fei Yingli didn't have time to think so much. They looked at each other and rushed out of the monitoring room, with Xiaolan following closely behind them.

In just a few seconds, the small and crowded control room suddenly became empty.

Serabel still stayed in place. He did not leave with Yukiko and others. He even didn't even look at the door when the others rushed out. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and got closer to the big screen.

As an MI6... oh no, now a former MI6 investigator, he knows very well how people behave after being hit by bullets.

In fact, as long as half of the body is not ripped off by a large-caliber bullet, a person will not die so quickly if a small-caliber bullet directly hits the torso.

Especially pistol bullets, even if they hit the heart, they will be able to struggle for at least two or three seconds.

To die on the spot like this, a headshot is necessary, which instantly destroys the brain stem and stops all life activities.

But the amazing thing is that Mikio Fujieda in the picture didn't even have any blood on his body, not to mention being shot in the head.

Is Laobideng playing a crying wolf prank?

Just as Serabel was thinking about this issue, at the same time there were two consecutive gunshots outside the mansion.

On the surveillance screen, Mikio Fujieda, who was still lying motionless on the ground just now, already had two bloody holes in his back.

tsk...

Serabel clicked her tongue slightly for being distracted for a moment, and reached out to touch the lower console.

Just when he was about to turn on the video playback function to find out, his eyes staring at the screen were slightly shaken.

"Ah, another open-book exam?"

……

Mikio Fujieda is indeed dead.

He was killed by pistol bullets that flew in through the window of the audio-visual room. After breaking the window glass, he was hit continuously in the torso.

This was already confirmed when Xiaolan used a karate kick comparable to that of Senior Brother Duanshui Shui to kick the entire door of the audio-visual room into the room without damaging the door frame.

Now that someone has been killed, it becomes a criminal case and must be handled by the police.

Half an hour later, as two panda cars with police lights spray-painted with the words "For Private Use of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department" roared into Fujieda's house, familiar old faces strode into the crime scene.

Not surprisingly, it was the Megure Police Department of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department who came to handle this case.

And behind him was Officer Takagi, whom he had met once before at the Rice Flower Museum.