``If this is the key that makes the system work, what is the key?'' Mr. Clark thought imaginatively, remembered, clapped his hands, and said, ``I thought about it.''
Clark's eyes suddenly turned to the body leaning against the ground, his entire attention focused on the saber.
After saying sorry again, Mr. Clark moved forward to pull out the knife, but unexpectedly realized that it was stuck in the bone and seemed to be firmly attached to his body, making it difficult to remove it. Ta.
She put her feet under Count Bluebeard's arms, took a deep breath, and pulled herself up.
I'll polish it!
After applying too much force, Clark made a loud noise and fell to the ground, accidentally scratching his finger.
"Ah!" A subdued cry rang out from Earl Bluebeard's room. Clark suddenly felt scared. When he turned around, he saw the face of a woman slumped against a bookshelf.
"You! When did you e in?" Clark said, shocked.
Clark couldn't see the other person's face clearly in the darkness, but judging from the outline of her body, it was probably Miraie. He only heard the other person say: "I saw you there, so it didn't take long...I hid. It seems like you just fell and that sound caught me off guard. Because it surprised me...Oh, but I was.'' It was cut out in the corner of the library...''
Mr. Clark felt a little relieved after hearing the other person's voice and explanation. He thought for a while, then walked towards Millet with a knife and said quietly, "Why didn't you call me when you came in?"
Faced with Clark approaching with the murder weapon, Millet not only felt frightened, but also lit a candle to illuminate the room, tore the cloth from her apron, and bandaged the wound on her finger. He smiled dryly and said, "Aren't you afraid of interfering with the police officer's investigation and interrupting his train of thought?"
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