The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 276

"Uh... um." He Nan tried not to care about Xue Li's smiling expression looking at him, as if she wanted to ask him how many ex-girlfriends she didn't know, and asked awkwardly: "So... You don't understand your wife's emotional entanglements at all?"

"...No. I trust her." Tom's cheeks twitched: "Bess... doesn't like to talk about these things, I respect her ideas, so I didn't ask more. So it's useless for you to ask me these things... I'm totally I don't know."

"But it's impossible for you not to be curious." He Nan tentatively asked, "Did you really never ask even once?"

"There are things I have to say." He finally sighed, and said: "But that was very early. I asked her a few times before marriage... I really didn't mention it after marriage."

"What was your wife's reaction when you asked?"

"She said it was her privacy, she didn't want to talk about it, and said that the most important thing is that the person she likes now is me, and mentioning them will only make our relationship awkward... That's about it." Speaking of this, Tom frowned: "I think it's right to say that, right? Are you suspecting that her ex-boyfriend has something to do with this matter? But they never showed up again! Our married life is very happy, and there has been no third party involved."

"Yes, but I don't intend to offend—the fact that she hasn't rekindled her old relationship doesn't mean the other party isn't." He Nan proposed: "Beth's ex-boyfriend may have pestered her again, and may even know some secrets she doesn't want to be known. "

"If this is the case, I should know." Tom seemed a little angry: "I didn't ask you to solve the case to hinder me, Mr. Detective! Beth's death is enough to make me sad, and now you have to make my heart hurt." Do you want to put another knife in it?"

"In order to solve the case, I'm afraid it's inevitable that the mood will get worse. Tom, I hope you can calm down, think about what I said, and help me understand the situation-everything is just speculation, and I didn't say it actually happened." He Nan said so, looked at Tom who had calmed down, and asked again: "Please think carefully, whether your wife has been approached by someone who is suspected of having grievances after marriage. Including but not limited to her ex-boyfriend."

"...No." Tom recalled silently for a moment, and finally said: "I can't find anyone."

"Alright then." He Nan nodded, and walked back to the balcony: "If you remember it, you must tell us."

This terrace is about twenty square meters in size.It is surrounded by a wooden fence, but the bottom is a marble floor.

With a glance, He Nan even saw rusty barbecue grills, iron plates and other items piled up at one side.

It still looks a little damp, as if it has been rained in three days.

"We used to have barbecues here." Seeing Ho Nan looking at them, Tom said, "If it wasn't for the heavy snow on Christmas Day, we would also plan to have a BBQ, using large pieces of barbecue to push the party atmosphere to the climax .”

"That's it." He Nan felt that this had nothing to do with the clues, so he looked around and found that there were only some empty flower pots, a deck chair, and a table with a big umbrella on the top and four chairs around it. : "Does your wife like coming on the terrace?"

"No." Tom denied: "And the snow was so heavy that day, and the cold wind was blowing outside, which was very bad for the body. If it was a normal bass, it would definitely not be on the terrace in this weather."

"That's why her behavior when she came here that day was abnormal." He Nan came to the conclusion: "She must be looking for something, otherwise she wouldn't be here...Let's see if you can see anything special on the terrace."

He Nan approached the edge of the terrace, and Tom reminded him not to lean against the guardrail - the structure of this thing had already aged, and it was probably quite fragile.

"Thank you for the reminder." Although He Nan didn't intend to put his weight on such an unreliable thing, he was kindly reminded by Tom, and of course he still had to reply in a friendly manner: "Well... I just saw the scenery on the terrace. Nothing special, at best the views are great. But maybe that’s the point. All the second-floor windows that look out to the west are somewhat obstructed.”

"So... who is she looking for here?" Tom said nervously, "Does she think the outsider is outside? Or..."

"Well, that's what she thinks." He Nan pondered for a moment, then said: "I want to look for the trace of the sixth person... figures, vehicles, footprints, etc. Or there is a special place on the terrace. remember."

"It's impossible." Tom immediately vetoed: "We only came here to play after she became my girlfriend... How could it be possible to have any special memories with others?"

"Could it be with you?"

"It's about me...that's unlikely!" Tom still thinks it's ridiculous: "We haven't said too many important things here? If she becomes restless, it really has something to do with her If it is related to someone, then it is not necessary to go to the balcony to think about something related to me!"

"Maybe it's because she wants to go to a place where no one is around and blow the cold wind to calm her mind." Shirley suggested: "Or...had hallucinations, mistakenly thought that person was on the balcony, so went to check?
"It's also possible." He Nan licked his slightly dry lips and nodded: "Some of the deceased's behavior may be so simple... But we'd better consider it as having a unique meaning. The most likely thing is her Looking for someone's outdoors. Well, next... we should go to your and the deceased's bedroom."

"...Well. This way." Hearing what he said, Tom's expression obviously became more serious.

Having to go back to the scene of the murder again was really painful for him.

"Relax, Tom, you are not alone." He Nan noticed the uneasiness of his employer, so he comforted him: "There is no blood at the scene, right?"

"...No more. That's basically the only thing that was moved at the scene." Tom said in a low voice: "I can't leave such a horrible thing... Otherwise, even if I won't go back, I will still remember it. It felt so frightening... You, you didn't know! At that time, her neck was cut like that by a gramophone..."

"—Actually, Tom, she was probably directly strangled to death by the piano wire." He Nan became more and more nervous when he heard the client's voice, and immediately opened his mouth to pull him into a new topic: "Just pretend to be clever." , it can be similar to the traces of strangulation with a gramophone needle. It is really easy for the police not to recognize it if they don’t look carefully.”

"What... what...?!" Tom's eyes widened.

(End of this chapter)