Mystery Novel: ℬ𝓁𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 ℳ𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇 EP9

It would take at least several months of being bound to leave a mark. The owner of this villa was once held captive for a long time. Chen Mo stood up. The air in the wine cellar was cold and damp, but his palms were sweating. He suddenly understood the meaning of the eighth wine glass. That glass of wine was prepared for the "dead person." And the murderer is standing among the seven of them right now. --- Chapter 3: Confrontation in the Blizzard At three in the morning, the fireplace in the living room was relit, but the flames could no longer warm anyone. Seven people sat in a circle, Zhang Zhenyu's seat empty, the armchair pushed aside like a deliberately left gap. Chen Mo stood by the fireplace, allowing himself to see everyone's face at once. The wind outside began to howl, and the sound of snowflakes hitting the glass was like something scratching. "No phone signal," Fang Guodong said, returning from the door, his face ashen. "The landline is cut, a clean cut, done with tools. The radio equipment is also gone. Several key parts have been removed from the engine of the shuttle bus in the garage; it can't be repaired without professional tools." "Simply put," Xu Ziqian said softly, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the laptop keyboard, "we're trapped." "More than trapped," Old Zhou leaned back on the sofa, holding a glass of whiskey but not drinking it. "We have a murderer among us. Or," he surveyed the room, "at least one." Chen Mo covered Zhang Zhenyu's body with a tablecloth and temporarily left it in the wine cellar, but he kept the crime scene photos— (To be continued)