Chapter 186 - 177.2 (2/2)
Until he was asked to call the police as one of the guy living on this same floor saw a dead body on their lounge room. He just calmed himself through flipping the pages of the book, he didn't even read it.
”What are you thinking?” Chun asked the silent youth. He was curious to what clue that he had caught on.
”I …” perhaps sleep at the wrong side of the bed. Berry brushed off that dumb hunch while he said, succinctly, ”Flipped this carpet.”
”Wait…before you do this detective play of yours, can you even proved what you said earlier? Can you even smell a taste of a wine?” The tone of Notalie was full of suspicion. She wasn't interested in their detective play but she noticed that this guy was acting suspiciously calm in this gruesome scene. He even read a book after calling the police though it didn't go through.
'Did he even called the police?' Notalie frowned while there was an accusation in her eyes.
Before she could accused him due to her overthinking, Berry replied with a nonchalant tone, ”Dropped that idea.” He then turned to the silver haired young man to continue where they had left off.
Eliza voluntarily flipped the carpet and they saw written words in capital letters.
'BEFORE THAT, LET'S PLAY. WHO COULD BE THE KILLER? NO… WE DON'T NEED THE KILLER. LET'S JUST PUT IT SIMPLY, HOW DID THE VICTIM DIE?'
”W-what? We're going to solve this in order to go out?” Lemon said with frightened voice. He retained a bit of calmness, though it couldn't be denied that he was still stimulated. He was the second person to see that dead body.
And who was the first person to discover the body?
Chun somehow looked at the direction of the hiding girl on her older sister. ”What? What are you staring at my younger sister?” Notalie exclaimed.
”Your younger sister saw the body. Did she noticed anything?” Instead Chun asking. Berry was the one who initiated the question.
The hot-tempered woman raised her brows and puffed in the air with hateful voice, ”How can she notice anything if she was meek silent and too scared to say something when she hugged me with shivering body?”
Berry didn't press on while he examined the writings on the floor. It was in red font but it wasn't blood. Just a red marker. ”Can you lend me the silk paper?”
The silver haired young immediately passed to him the paper which Berry compared. From the strokes and the way it was written, the grasped of the author seemed to be careless while he admitted that they were the same handwriting.
”How did he die though?” Feng Zi said with curiosity and tried to look at the dead man. Although, he didn't try to get closer to it. The smell was so nauseating and hours had already passed, then this corpse was exuding a very bad odor.
If he could get out then he was a second out from this room. He couldn't believe that these three was truly playing detective and not even minding the smell of the disgusting thing.
”What do you think?” the strawberry haired young man directed his inquiry to Chun and Eliza while he continued to inspect some of the traces that he found.
The long black haired woman didn't answer while she maintained her expressionless face. Chun somehow thought that this girl was the only one who was not out of character in this bunch of people.
”I am not good with this stuff but I have bits of guesses.”
”Let's hear it out then.”
”He didn't die by blood loss due to a stab wound and I think that stabbing someone with this broken glass chess piece is a bit off…”
The strawberry haired young man nodded while he looked at Chun with an expression of asking him to continue.
”And while I took that silk paper from his mouth, I noticed that his tongue is black and his teeth are purplish. Is that somehow cause of poisoning?”
Hearing that, Berry quirked the corner of his lips and a faint smile emerged. The cover of this case seemed to be simple but it wasn't.
Chun didn't focus to the intent of the latter's smile as he found it weird for the other to smile. That strained smile was off-putting his character…. and the silver haired young man noticed that he was thinking something unimportant, again.