"The story says that the nightingale was attracted by the roses planted by the girl, and willingly gave her life for the girl. The note just now also said that the nightingale will not only be attracted by the beautiful flowers, but also by the sound of the piano. In fact, we are confused by the sentence. , I thought the key point was the piano sound in the second half of the sentence, but I didn't expect the flowers in the first half of the sentence to be the key to solving the puzzle."

Yu Jin put his hands on the desk and leaned forward to look down from the window. The petals that were ripped apart by the rain, like the torn moonlight, glowed bleakly in the night.

"Let's fold a rose." His eyes were softer than moonlight.

Of course, before leaving, they briefly glanced at the rest of the study. Obviously, this room is not exclusively for girls. Many books are about the art of war or strategy, and there are strong handwriting on the books.

There are still some antiques in the house, and Yu Jin treats them as genuine for the time being, and can only guess that the owner of the villa is indeed a person with taste and wealth.

The most attractive of all the decorations is the oil lamp on the wall. The bookshelves in the study are concentrated on one side, and seven copper lamps are embedded on the wall on the other side. One end of the copper lamp is fixed on the wall, the other end sticks out like a flower stalk, and spreads to the top to form a petal-shaped base. The seven copper lamps were not on the same level, and stretched unevenly, like intricate branches. The wick has not yet burned out, lying lazily in the lamp oil.

Yu Jin leaned in and smelled it: "Is the smell of this lamp oil different from the usual one?"

Ding He was already standing at the door, looking at him from a distance: "I don't know if there is still time, let's hurry up. Let's go."

Yu Jin looked sideways. The usual Ding He would never urge him like this, his appearance was more fearful than anxious.

He wants to escape this place.

But Yu Jin didn't break it, but casually followed Ding He to the garden to break a rose branch, which was still soaked with rain, which made the broken petals on the top even more pitiful.

Yu Jin shook off the rainwater on the flower branches, looking at the few remaining petals falling to the ground, with a bit of regret in his eyes.

Ding He comforted: "It will bloom again soon."

"I know, but when it is no longer beautiful, those who love it will leave. Just like the girl we met, she His lover is so crazy, after she suffered misfortune, he did not choose to abandon her. Maybe when he grows old, he will still regret the withering of flowers, but he will never regret his choice."

Ding He's eyes flashed a trace of sinister, his fingertips Brushing off the rain on Yu Jin's hand, he gently and slowly grabbed the flower branch in his palm, his voice seemed to be more coaxing than usual: "She trusts others too easily. Even without the flowers, her flower branch still remains. It's her weapon. If she wants, she can wrap vines around her so that she can't leave her."

Yu Jin said calmly, "Perhaps this is also a way to avoid tragedy."

He keenly felt that the atmosphere was a little depressed, So take the initiative to lead the topic to other places.

He knew very well that at this time, whether he agreed or disagreed with Ding He's words, it would lead the situation to an uncontrollable side, and he didn't like this feeling of uncontrollability.

Ding He also cooperated and stopped talking about this topic, but there still seemed to be some kind of emotion hidden under his calm eyes.

The villa was still silent, and the other three were still missing.

Ding He put the rose branch on the piano, and after a while, he heard the sound of flapping his wings, and a nightingale flew in from the door.

Nightingale stood on the piano, looked down at the bare branches, and let out a mournful whimper. But it still picked up the rose branch, stabbed the thorn into its chest, and began to sing.

It sings a very simple tune, like repeating the same melody, but the rhythm is different each time, and the emotions conveyed also grow weaker and stronger, until the climax of the song, its singing seems to have a kind of The smell of hoarseness, every sound is consuming life.

The blood gurgled out of the nightingale's chest, seeping into the rose branch, and blooming bright flowers on the branch. The flowers seem to be coagulated with blood, and they will shatter into blood beads when touched.

Along with the singing of the nightingale, the piano also played music when no one was playing, as if in response to the singing of the nightingale.

Nightingale sang until she was exhausted, and her voice gradually weakened. It slowly closed its eyes and fell onto the piano.

And the piano sound has not stopped, the whole villa seems to be drowned in the sad piano music.

Yu Jin carefully picked up the dead nightingale and the flower branch, as if he breathed a little harder, the nightingale and the rose would be shattered.

Ding He helped him turn on the light, and the two walked to the kitchen. When they reached the door of the kitchen, the two stopped in unison.

The sound of the piano was so loud just now that they didn't hear it, but now that they approached, they could clearly hear someone in the kitchen humming a tune to the sound of the piano.

His humming voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a strong sadness.

The two looked at each other, not knowing for a while whether they should go in directly or not.

They were hesitating, but the people in the house took the initiative to open the door.

Luo Yi stood at the door, holding the doorknob in one hand and a small box in the other. On the ground beside him, there was his mobile phone, and the flashlight was facing the ceiling, which was a bit dazzling.

Yu Jin found that the ashes of the maid on the ground had been reduced by half.

Luo Yi stopped humming, laughed two dimples, and called both of them: "Senior Ding, Senior Yu, you two are here."

"Luo Yi? You are not with He Yingying and the others?"

Luo Yi slowly shook his head: "We got separated, the monster ran after He Yingying, I came here to find you alone. When I didn't expect it, you were all gone. I was so scared, I thought I would find you again. You are not here anymore."

Yu Jin looked at the small box in his hand: "What were you doing just now?"

Luo Yi followed his gaze to look at his small box, his eyes rolled strangely, and the smile on his lips became even brighter: "Is this? Of course it's collecting my mother's ashes."

He said in a very light tone . Sad topic: "I don't know who burned my mother to ashes."

He complained in a very fast tone: "Although my mother loves money and likes to take care of me, and now she has Alzheimer's and almost doesn't know me, but I'm still very sad when she died. I don't know who killed her and made her body like this, I can't bring her home completely."

Yu Jin asked calmly, "How do you know she is your mother? "

Is this?" Luo Yi's lips maintained a stiff and exaggerated arc, exactly like the maid before his death, "Of course because I saw it."

"I saw it, Senior Ding, Senior Yu, it's you guys. Kill her."

The author has something to say:

the ashes are of course not like this... In fact, there are many large pieces of bone in the ashes. But the maid isn't human anymore, so that's it

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