Si Lei felt vaguely familiar. She looked at the severed head and felt a little confused for a moment.
"Isn't that the child who spoke last night?" Anna's voice was a little uncertain, "Is it him?"
Si Lei finally remembered.
Yes, it's that kid.
Although the blood spurting out was still fresh, the dead Dietrich's facial features were different from those when he was alive. His eyes, mouth and nose were subtly twisted, like a fish with a dull expression. Several teenagers jumped down from the stage. Some of them cried loudly, some shouted "no", and a few of them knelt in front of Dietrich's head in grief, calling him sadly. name.
Hesta glanced at them, then turned to the blood stains. The head rolled down from the direction of the stage, with blood spattering all the way. She walked slowly forward along the bloody road until Rico took her arm.
"Jane, don't move! The murderer may still be watching somewhere -"
"I don't think so..."
"But how can you be sure?"
Hesta looked at the end of the blood stain. Of course she couldn't be sure, but a strong intuition told her: tonight's killing was over - at the end of Roboglier's speech, the sudden blood drenched his upper body. ; A rolling head fell all the way from the stage in front of everyone; at the same time, the audience was frightened by the sudden music and ran around...
Hesta sighed a little. When she faced the old police inspector at the train station last year, she also considered whether to use some music. After all, a piece of appropriate music can always easily maximize the fear effect.
But the time Ava left for her was too tight, and she really didn't have the energy to take care of these minutiae, so after weighing it, Hesta chose the safest way to avoid leaving any loopholes.
She never imagined that she would witness a murder here today that was almost exactly what she had expected.
"...It's just a feeling." Hesta replied softly, pointing to the road ahead, "Can you go with me...to have a look?"
The two of them walked all the way to the side of the stage, where there was a half-person-high roller device with the words "Do Not Touch by Unused Person" posted on it.
The blood stains broke off under the handle of the roller. Judging from the splattered blood spots, Dietrich's head was smashed directly from a high place and then rolled all the way off the stage.
Hestad hesitated for a moment and took hold of the roller handle.
"……what are you doing?"
Hesta frowned and pressed the handle down hard. Soon, the roller began to rotate on its own. Hesta let go and stepped back, observing the changes around her until she heard exclamations from the audience.
Hesta walked out from the side of the stage after hearing the sound, and followed people's gaze back to the stage background, where a huge rolling curtain slowly dropped from the air and unfolded.
At first, people saw the ground, with some vegetation and rocks decorating the barren land, followed by the sea. When the curtain expanded to 1/3, everyone saw two feet - those were Jarek's feet in the picture.
Si Lei had already recognized this painting. She had seen it exactly the same at the Hard Rock Bar last night, except that it was a woodblock print, while this one was printed on canvas to serve as a stage background.
"Who is touching the performance equipment!" Bree snapped.
Hesta had already walked off the stage with Rico, and she was a little disappointed with everything in front of her. However, when she walked back to the audience, she found that everyone's expressions had changed.
People looked towards the stage, as if they saw something extraordinary.
So Hesta looked back again.
A naked, headless male corpse was fixed on Alek's heart, maintaining the same posture as Alek in the picture. The canvas near him was stained with blood. In the upper right corner of the canvas, the line "The Birth of Alek" that was originally printed has been daubed, and the scene was horrifying.
Hesta narrowed her eyes.
"The…birth of a false god."
…
Half an hour later, all the passengers related to the case were sitting in the Bishop restaurant with gloomy expressions, waiting for Si Lei's individual questioning.
Roboglier had changed his clothes, and all the thorn monks were sitting around him. Some had red eyes, while others, like Bree, were quite irritable.
Bree stood alone in front of the landline phone in Bishop's Restaurant, making calls every few minutes, but no one answered.
There are usually no police on board cruise ships like the Shengming, but there are guards. In the event of violence, the captain has the power to imprison unscrupulous passengers before the ship arrives at the port.
However, at this critical moment, the captain himself lost contact.
After making more than a dozen calls in a row, Bree slammed the receiver on the landline and returned to his seat angrily.
"Still can't get through." He looked at Roboglier with some frustration, "Do you have any other contact information?"
Robbeglier didn't say anything, just shook his head.
"It must have something to do with the red-haired one!" Bree clenched her fists. "Otherwise, how would she know there was a corpse in the background painting?"
Robbeglier looked up at the closed door on the second floor. Hestad had been in for more than ten minutes and still hadn't come out.
"Calm down." Roboglier closed his eyes, "I have already asked someone to go to the captain's room, please wait."
…
In the room, Si Lei and Hesta sat opposite each other, a plastic-cased ballpoint pen spinning rapidly on her fingertips, "So why did you touch that device?"
"I've already said..." Hesta pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, "The blood stain was broken at that place, and there happened to be a...handle there. You have also seen the scene. From that angle, it is easy to People think of what the murderer wants to do..."
"You mean 'smash the device with Dietrich's head'?"
"Yes...I've repeated it several times, officer."
"Do you want to listen to what you said?" Si Lei looked at Hesta, "You are sitting in the audience, and suddenly a bloody head rolls over. You don't even know if the perpetrator is still there. Nearby, a man ran towards the source of the blood-"
"Not alone..." Hesta corrected in a low voice, "Lego, she..."
"Then he pulled down a performance device!" Si Lei forced himself to finish his sentence, "And it's because you think 'the murderer might have wanted to do this but failed' - then please answer me, if you have nothing to do with the murderer , why did you follow the perpetrator’s train of thought?”
"I..." Hesta was at a loss for words. She suddenly realized that Si Lei's logic was obviously correct.
Why did you pull that device off?
Hesta leaned back on the chair, closed her eyes, and thought for a long time.
"I don't know, I didn't think too much..." Hesta whispered, "I just felt... not complete enough."
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