"Save me, save me,......"

The woman's low cry for help, the tone of fear, the call stopped.

Late in the middle of the night, received a similar inexplicable phone call, this is already the second time. Stevenson was dead, and this time it was Emily. What's wrong with her?

When I remembered the woman's beautiful face, my heart suddenly tightened.

"Going out out again?”

The wife complained bitterly.

"Hey, the last time you went out, you got billions of dollars. You should celebrate it. Well, by the way, you call Macbeth for me and say I'll go to Stevenson House, and if you can.”

Although not happy to me, the wife or obediently get through the phone. In doing so, I fear that if Emily dies, then I could testify.

Why do I think that Emily is definitely dead? Perhaps this was the subconscious discovery of Stevenson's body, if not. I'd rather just be Emily's boring prank, or a trick to lure me!

I drove quickly to the villa, the original cheap Chevrolet had been changed, Mercedes Benz, more superior performance, saved a third than usual to get to Stevenson home, at the moment, Macbeth has not arrived, his home is farther away than my home. I anxiously raised my wrist to see the watch pointer, advanced to see it!

I looked at the whole villa, only the bedroom position with the light, so open the door into, ran to the bedroom, gently pushed open the unlocked door, immediately sent a sigh of relief. In the ambiguous and dim light of the bedside lamp, Emily was sitting in front of the dressing table with her back to me. Because of the refraction, I could not see her face reflected in the mirror, so she went to pat her shoulder and smiled, "You......"

The woman, like an unsupported doll, collapsed, and her smile froze on my face, simultaneously with great dismay.

On the ground, Emily's hands spread open to face me, her facial expression seemed to be distorted by extreme horror, her eyes open to burst her eyes, blood dripping down from the corners of her eyes, die in grave!

She died, just as I expected. What was going on?

Trembling, I called the police, anxiously waiting for Macbeth, and seeing him again was the time to bail me out.

Macbeth cursed: " I know that fox is not a good thing, dying to pull a mat back, see you, who let you do a good man, your wife is anxious to cry.”

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I shook my head with a wry smile. Emily's mysterious death made me a fierce suspect, and I was immediately summoned by the police, but the autopsy and security footage showed that Emily was dead before I arrived. Her cause of death was exactly the same as the first two dead, according to the forensic report, just like emptying all the contents stored in the brain, the same brain, but a formatted brain, which caused autonomic nerve disorders, cardiac arrest, and immediate death. Such a strange way of death, unheard of.

Macbeth hit a shiver, lost his voice: " as if there is a ghost of the general, otherwise why these three people who have nothing to do with it?”

"Sneaky say, after all, mysterious and mysterious, I always do not believe. Simple analysis of the last situation before their death, Stevenson, died after the call, Hardison is looking as evidence Stevenson, Emily was sitting in front of the dressing table, open the bedside lamp, no woman will makeup, before bed when she seems to be reading what..... "I paused, suddenly thought of a key, immediately rushed to his car, flipping, angrily closed the back cover, scold:" this woman, really put me a!”

"Sheng old brother, how did that woman coax you? Don't let your wife know!”

I said angrily, " When I released Emily that day, I took back the Stevenson manuscript, which was placed at the police station as an exhibit. Stevenson, giving nothing to Emily, the woman was angry, I am afraid that if you sold Stevenson's manuscript must be a lot of money! This woman will deliberately seduce me, take the opportunity to change clothes to steal from my carriage!rabbit!”

Macbeth suddenly a zheng and said: " So all the clues can be connected! Stevenson died after writing the manuscript, and both Hardison and Emily died after reading it. In other words, this remaining manuscript is the murderer. Can a novel kill someone?! This is rather too magical!”

I nodded and said, " I feel very strange, too! Legend of the world Hungarian composer Lulans Charles "Black Sunday" is a death song, listeners are all heartbroken, have committed suicide. I was curious so listened to, very ordinary, probably Chopin's sorrow are more sad than it. Now there's a killer novel, just look at it and see if it's really amazing. Now the question is, where did the remaining manuscript go?”

Macbeth asked, " Don't you say that Emily stole the manuscript?”

I shook my head and said, " When I passed by, although Emily kept a reading position, but I didn't find any sign of the manuscript.”

"Then there are only two possibilities. One is that you took them, but I believe you are not that, and there is someone who arrives earlier than you! Who is this?”

Worried, Macbeth took out a plastic bottle out of his arms, poured out the pill and ate it. I see that medicine bottle to mark Latin P henothiazines, recently I am writing a mystery novel, I have checked similar information, this is the drug that treats mental illness!

Seeing my differences, Macbeth said with a wry smile, " I have been too stressed recently and a little manic, so the psychiatrist advised me to take sedatives irregularly. I hope you don't misunderstand me!”

"of course not.”

I said lightly.

To find out if anyone came here before me, just check the security video. When contacted, they said someone had been there before me, but that the man knew the location of the security camera and hid in the corner. The police confirmed through footprints on the ground that someone had arrived before me. The man, who knew Stevenson well, visited not only the observatory, but at least Emily. He may be, Stevenson's bookseller, wanted to buy the manuscript in Emily's hand, but came in and found that Emily was dead, so he hurriedly took the manuscript away, and I happened to be a scapegoat!