There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

Someone was searching upstairs as well. When Xu Shuo followed the banister up, he could faintly hear their voices.

"Is this, our photo?"

Xu Shuo looked toward the source of the voice, a room that sounded quite spacious—it must be the master bedroom.

Everyone had speculated earlier whether the lawyer and the female writer might be a couple, that is, the master and mistress of the villa; naturally, their search for clues would take them to the master bedroom.

At that moment, above the wall of the master bedroom's bed, hung a huge wedding portrait featuring the very lawyer and female writer.

The fact that they were indeed a couple was now confirmed.

Moreover, there were quite a few of these couple photos in the master bedroom, suggesting that the two seemed to be very much in love.

The female writer caressed the wedding ring on her right ring finger, and when she looked toward the lawyer beside her, she seemed a bit uneasy.

The lawyer was also surprised, but his smile remained open and honest.

At that moment, a voice came from outside, "Oh my~ little sister, how did you make it up here by yourself? Just call on me and I would have definitely come down to help you!"

"Thank you..."

Then came the girl's soft and low reply.

Deep in thought, the lawyer walked to the door and saw at the corridor staircase, a dancer in a fiery red long dress and a delicate and pitiful blind girl.

"Speaking of which." The lawyer suddenly smiled at them and said, "We just saw a picture of a girl here earlier, which should also be related to your identity."

"Oh? Could it be that this young lady is your daughter?" the dancer asked with excited interest.

"Perhaps a relative... or something?" The female writer picked up a photo album somewhat awkwardly and waved it.

The dancer helped Xu Shuo walk over, and the female writer opened the album, which, although called an album, was actually more like a diary or a notebook.

The handwriting on the paper was the same as that on the novel manuscript, presumably the medium that the female writer normally used for recording things.

The notebook was full of photos, including those of the lawyer and the female writer together, their individual shots, and photos of the blind girl with the female writer were placed on later pages, with the paper recording text related to "Welcoming Xiaoqian to join our family."

As she flipped through the diary, the female writer said pensively, "It seems I find inspiration for writing my books by recording these trivial matters."

The little things inside included pictures of the flowers blooming in the garden that she would take and then paste into the notebook, accompanied by a segment of beautiful text.

The diary was a good six or seven centimeters thick.

She was just casually flipping through for everyone, and then she closed the diary and looked at Xu Shuo with a smile, "You must be a child boarding in our home, or perhaps an adopted orphan, right?"

The lawyer and female writer seemed to be in their thirties, and if they were a couple without children at this time, they might be a DINK family or unable to have any.

Hence, it would not be surprising for them to adopt a child from outside.

Although, the blind girl seemed a bit old for an orphan adoption, but this was the only guess one could make for now.

Xu Shuo nodded calmly; his fingers brushed over the female writer's diary, only touching smoothness.

But in reality, he, who couldn't see anything at all, even if someone pointed to an old man in his eighties in a photo and told him, "This photo has you in it," he had no choice but to nod in agreement.

The young girl let out a small yawn and then spoke softly, "I'm feeling a bit tired and wanted to come up to find a room to rest."

"A room?" The lawyer beside her paused for a moment, then, as if realizing something, strode towards the room opposite the master bedroom, pushed open the door and said, "I checked this room earlier; it might be yours."

The decorations and furnishings in the room were extremely simple: a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a sofa—almost all placed against the walls, with no excess in the center of the room.

In addition to that, the floor was laid with aesthetically pleasing guide tiles leading to the furniture and the direction of the bathroom.

So, the blind girl's identity was almost confirmed—if she wasn't living here regularly, the homeowners wouldn't specifically modify a room for her.

Xu Shuo planted his cane on the ground, and the metal tip made a crisp "tap" sound.

He stood at the door and nodded to the three people, "Thank you, I'll rest now. If there's anything urgent, feel free to come get me."

"Little sister, you have a good rest. If I find anything, I'll come and tell you!" The dancer grabbed his left hand with both of hers, smiling enthusiastically and squinting as she spoke.

Xu Shuo, without changing his expression, extracted his hand from her grasp, then closed the room door, cutting off the line of sight of the three outside.

After locking the door, he followed the tactile paving with his cane clicking on the ground, searching his way until he sat down at the desk by the bed.

The girl's desk was also very simply arranged, with no cosmetics or the like; after all, even if she had them, she couldn't use them given her condition. It was probably the only female writer in the villa who normally took care of her daily life.

Xu Shuo felt for the drawer, opened it, and then felt for items like books within.

Just then, a beam of light suddenly appeared in his world of utter darkness, dazzling like a miraculous moment.

However, it wasn't the blind girl who saw it, but Xu Shuo.

A letter emitting a faint blue glow jumped out.

Using his mind, Xu Shuo opened the envelope, and a piece of paper flew out, bearing a single sentence filled with implicit accusation:

[Shuo, you actually rejected the script I meticulously prepared for you... So which script are you in now?]

He didn't expect to receive a message just by rejecting Hong Rao...

After pondering for a moment, Xu Shuo decided to reply truthfully.

Reply: [Abyss Sigh.]

Send, failed.

Reply: [A script with a blind person and total memory loss for everyone.]

Reply: [Blind, submission style.]

Reply: [Pianist, lawyer, writer, seven people.]

Reply: [On how the frail and helpless Night Devil should cook.]

Watching the paper successfully return to the envelope and then grow cute little wings to fly away, Xu Shuo let out a sigh of relief.

Every time, it was a battle of wits with this Little Flying Message. Really unbelievable.

Not long after, Hong Rao wasted another in-game communication opportunity, sending him six dots [...].

Xu Shuo didn't reply again, folding away the system panel that was particularly glaring in the darkness, and continued to explore the items at hand.

He flipped open a book, but felt a series of dots.

This was a book for the blind. While Xu Shuo himself didn't understand what the arrangements of these dots signified, the blind girl knew, and so now, he knew as well.

Because the moment he opened the book, the system panel popped up in the darkness again, stabbing at his eyes.

[Congratulations to the player for triggering the Character Card task: blind girl.]

Huh? I heard Character Cards are hard to trigger?

Nevertheless, even though he had triggered the Character Card task, Xu Shuo still didn't receive any memories or identity information; he simply gained additional instincts from being blind for a long period.

He became more adept at navigating in the darkness, and as well, he understood what the book for the blind in his hands was about.

A simple urban romance story.

Wait—hadn't the female writer introduced herself earlier saying that she writes "urban romance stories"?