《Whodunnit ?》Chapter 27 - Buzz Kill
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"Morning." Brianna greeted Nelson as he strolled down stairs.
Nelson was caught off guard when saw Brianna waiting in the great room, but he was thankful that he at least had someone to speak with. Without Brianna, Nelson thought he would of been drove to insanity at this point of the game.
"So I have a plan..." Brianna said.
Nelson took a seat and let Brianna carry on.
"If we just stick together like for the rest of the morning then that means you can't be killed! Because I'm not scared."
Nelson took a confident nod in Brianna's direction. "That's a good idea. It would definitely make it impossible for the killer to kill me. However, I still think he or she's gonna kill Dan. I mean that kids been scared three times now!"
"I know right. He deserves to die over you." Brianna reassured Nelson with a touch on the shoulder.
Nelson was a little taken aback by the comment by Brianna. But he knew what she meant by the comment, as far as the game went Dan had done worse than Nelson. And the charity worker hoped that the killer would kill off the footballer this round.
Suddenly, a faint yet ear piercing scream disrupted Brianna & Nelson's conversation.
Brianna & Nelson both jumped at the sound of the scream and followed the noise. They were lead to the back garden, Sophie the maid was standing a long distance away from the crime scene yet she could see clearly a dead body. And so could Brianna & Nelson.
Dan's dead body had a dark tint to it. And surrounding most of his body was a swarm of bees & wasps. The sound of the two species sounded like an absolute clusterfuck of noise.
Michelle followed the screams and got down to the garden about twenty seconds after Nelson & Brianna arrived. Reynold & Giles arrived simultaneously a few minutes after that.
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"And then there were four..." Giles British accent could barley be heard over the harsh sound of the bee's and wasp's
It suddenly hit the group of four, that once when they were a big cohesive unit, they were working with the killer. They had all been working with the killer the whole time.
And it also hit Michelle that her long term guess of who the killer was, was completely wrong. And now one of the three people surrounding her was the ultimate sinner. Maybe even the person she trusted the most.
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