Chapter 84: The Murderer "What if the murderer is hiding in..."
"I'm sorry to bother you, I'm a new resident."
Seeing the real culprit appear, Cecilia took two steps forward with a gentle and polite smile on her face, completely different from when she threatened Jia Dadan.
"We are going to have a party at our house tonight at nine o'clock. All neighbors are invited to attend. I hope you can arrive on time."
“No!”
Hearing this, Mr. Bo frowned and waved his hands in disdain, "I'm very busy. How dare such a shabby person invite me? Isn't this lowering my status?"
He looked Cecia and the others up and down, sneered, and was about to close the door.
"Wait! You look familiar to me. Have you been on TV before? I remember you won some award."
Seeing that things were not going well, Cecilia hurriedly tried to stop him. She even took a few steps forward, pretending to be thinking.
"...Ahem. Maybe you really have seen it. I have won quite a few awards. I wonder which one you are talking about?"
The action of closing the door stopped abruptly, Mr. Bo straightened his collar, walked out from behind the door, and waited for her next words.
Through the gap in the door, she vaguely saw the saxophone in the corner of the living room, and instantly had an idea.
"Saxophone! I remember now, you played the saxophone at that time! I think you even won the first prize!"
Cecilia held her breath quietly, and her face turned red, as if she was overly excited because of her success in chasing a star.
"Ah, that should be it?"
Mr. Bo's face flashed with an unnatural look, which was soon replaced by a smug look. With this title, he changed his previous harshness and put on an elegant and noble attitude.
"I know a little bit about almost all the instruments, so I don't really care which one wins the prize."
He pulled the door inadvertently, and the originally narrow gap expanded several times, representing his gradually opening heart.
"All the instruments! You're amazing!"
Cecia continued to praise him, with her facial expressions becoming more and more exaggerated. "Although I love watching concerts, I know nothing about musical instruments. You are able to master all the instruments... Can I shake your hand?"
"sure."
Mr. Bo stretched out his hand modestly, touched his fingertips with lightning speed, and then wiped them naturally with his handkerchief.
"You also know how important a good musical instrument is to a performer. For this purpose, I have specially built a collection room..."
Hooked!
Hearing the other party's implicit meaning, she suppressed the sneer in her heart, and on the surface, she exaggeratedly exclaimed "Wow" and made an expression of utmost admiration.
"I'm sorry, I might be a little too excited. But this is really the first time I've met someone as amazing as you..."
She rubbed her hands nervously, her face full of uneasiness. "It may be a bit presumptuous, but I want to ask you - can you let me visit your collection? Even for ten minutes, no, five minutes is fine!"
"Please come in. It's rare for a performer to have an audience like you who appreciates the performance."
Mr. Bo's vanity was greatly satisfied by the continuous praise. He opened the door sideways and watched Cecilia go in with a smile.
When Jia Dabing followed him in, he hummed disdainfully from his nose.
Jia Dabing was so scared that he shrank his neck and wanted to turn around and run away, but because of Cecilia's threat, he had to follow in.
"Wait a minute, these are the shoe covers I made especially for my guests."
As soon as the group stepped through the door frame, Mr. Bo raised his hand to stop them and took out shoe covers and disinfectant from the cabinet nearby.
While everyone was putting on shoe covers, he sprayed disinfectant on everyone and cleaned the threshold they walked across.
"Excuse me, this is my habit."
He explained to Cecia while disinfecting, but he treated Jia Dabing with disgust and wanted to give him a bath with disinfectant.
After the tedious disinfection process was completed, he led people into the living room.
"Oh my god, your house is so tidy! I've never seen such a clean room!"
Cecia looked around, followed the instructions on the plaque completely, and praised Mr. Bo without reservation.
“It’s basic hospitality.”
Mr. Bo was modest on the surface, but in reality he was cocky. He hung up his coat and covered the sofa with a transparent film.
"Please sit down and talk. I'll go prepare some tea."
"He is really particular..."
Seeing him finally walk away, the teddy bear muttered in dissatisfaction, "Do we have a virus? I've never had a wuwuwu!"
After covering the little guy's mouth, Cecilia rubbed her stiff cheeks and observed the structure of the room calmly.
In the duplex villa, most of the furniture is made of iron. Although there is no gorgeous decoration, the rooms with uniform colors look simple and bright, and even the layout is exquisite.
Judging from the number of some supplies, it can be seen that Mr. Bo is the only one living here.
Can homeless people live in such a house?
Or is it that, like Diandian, he has rich parents?
After a moment, Mr. Bo brought a wooden tray with tea set and teapot on it and placed it on the coffee table in front of her.
"I haven't had any guests at home for a long time, and my cooking skills are a little rusty..."
"!!!"
After taking a sip, Cecia was shocked and looked at the other person in disbelief. "It's so delicious! The tea tastes sweet in my mouth, like silky brocade, with a long-lasting fragrance... Is this what you call unfamiliar?"
"Amateur, it's just a hobby."
Mr. Bo spoke modestly, but his high head betrayed his true thoughts.
Amid Cecia's mindless praise, the two of them had a pleasant conversation. When the clock reached "four", Mr. Bo finally mentioned the purpose of her visit -
"Now, let me take you to visit the collection room."
"Thank you so much! You are not only talented, but also very generous!"
Cecilia stood up and followed him upstairs. Jia Dadan wanted to follow him, but Mr. Bo stopped and looked embarrassed.
"Let your friend stay here and rest. You know, those things are very difficult and expensive..."
Hearing this, she waved to Jia Dadan to stay in the living room, and she followed Mr. Bo upstairs.
The stairs were covered with fine and delicate carpets, and they could feel the soft texture when they stepped on them. Under the guidance of Mr. Bo, they came to a locked room.
Taking out the key from his waist, Mr. Bo skillfully opened the copper lock and turned on the lights in the room.
The room is filled with a variety of musical instruments, each of which is like a treasure that has been carefully cared for, quietly lying in a glass cover. They are of different shapes, but all attract people's attention, as if telling the glory of the past.
"These are all instruments used by famous musicians. I spent a lot of effort to collect them. For example, this is Mrs. Prince's favorite harp..."
Mr. Bo seemed to be introducing it unintentionally, but he was actually showing off in both overt and covert ways.
Cecia did not disappoint him. She closed her eyes and started playing wildly: "You are proficient in so many instruments? It must be because your performance is so outstanding that they are willing to give you their favorite instrument."
"Collecting is my hobby. There are some instruments that I am far from being able to master. Look at this..."
This inconsiderate flattery made Mr. Bo feel embarrassed, and he even started to change the subject and continue introducing the musical instruments.
Strange, why is there a strange smell in this room?
She agreed with the other party while observing the so-called collection room.
These instruments are obviously very clean. Apart from some old signs of use, there is no dirt on them. They must have been wiped carefully... so where does this strange smell come from?
Blood? Not really. And it was also very different from the smell of rotting corpses in the first room.
She sniffed hard at the remaining smell in the air, but not only could she not tell it apart, she was choked and coughed a few times.
It was a smell she had never smelled before, and the longer she stayed in the room, the stronger it became, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
But Mr. Bo did not show any abnormality. He enthusiastically introduced the musical instruments one by one and knew all his precious collections like the back of his hand.
For so many years, he felt that his talent was not appreciated. Because of his eccentric personality, few people were willing to pay attention to him. In addition, he had no job, so the neighbors around him did not associate with him and even looked down on him.
He hadn't heard so much praise in a long time. In his words, even his parents didn't understand and appreciate him so much.
To him, Cecia is simply his soul mate!
After viewing all the musical instruments, Mr. Bo had already developed a favorable impression of her and treated her as one of his own. If she hadn't refused, he would have wanted to invite her to dinner.
"Mr. Bo, will you come to the party tonight?"
Before leaving, Cecia glanced at the clock in the living room. After this heart-to-heart talk, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.
Hearing the invitation from his "best friend", Mr. Bo hesitated: "I want to go, after all, this is also your welcome party... But will you invite other people?"
"Of course, I will invite five neighbors to join us." She said bluntly, "Don't worry, you are definitely the most special one. I will prepare a special meal for you..."
"No, that's not the question."
He hesitated for a moment, and finally looked at Cecilia, as if he had made up his mind, and walked quickly to the window of the living room.
He leaned his head out the window and saw that there was no one there. He carefully closed the window and drew the heavy curtains.
After walking around the living room to make sure there was nothing missing, he approached Cecia and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"As a friend, let me remind you that, except for me, everyone else here is weird. You'd better not go to them."
"Why do you say that?"
Cecia was puzzled, her brows knitted together, "I hope everyone can come to the party..."
Seeing that she would not listen to his advice, Mr. Bo looked anxious and gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, I'll just tell you directly."
"I have a friend who is a policeman. He reminded me to be careful. When they were tracking down the suspect, they found this area. The suspect's home is here—"
"That's not just any murderer, that's a killer!"
At this point, he seemed a little scared and looked around nervously. He only relaxed a little when he realized that he was safe at home.
"If you only invite me, I will definitely go. But I really don't want to meet other people. What if the murderer is hiding in..."
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