Black Online-Chapter 153: Neutral Souls
"This is the master’s bedroom."
The maid said with a solemn look on her pretty face.
Fang Raon entered the room, but as soon as he did, the stench of blood attacked his nostrils like a spoiled corpse that had been left to rot for days.
The bedsheet was stained with dark red splotches.
"That’s where the master died."
The maid said.
"Tell me how your master likes to sleep. Will he leave a window open or closed? Does he lock the door or anything like that?"
Fang Raon asked while he went straight to the windows and checked their condition. His hand brushed against the cold glass, leaving a ghostly imprint.
"My master is vulnerable to the cold, so he likes to sleep with windows closed, and he also likes to sleep with his door closed.
"Back when my master was still a child, one night, a couple of robbers broke into the house, and it left a very deep imprint on him.
"He remembered when he was woken up by one of the robbers storming into his room, so he was still scared that it might happen again one day.
"So, for him to feel safe, he likes to sleep with the door closed."
The maid said.
"And you left this room exactly as it was? Did you change anything?"
Fang Raon asked.
"I only moved the master’s corpse with the help of Marcus and took him to the basement. The mortician will come tomorrow to pick up the master’s corpse."
The maid said.
"There is no sign of breaking in at any of the windows or at the door. It doesn’t look like anyone could get into the room."
Fang Raon rubbed his chin, and then he looked at the maid and asked a very important question.
"You said that you came to deliver his morning tea. How did you enter the room? Does your master open the door for you?
"I doubt it since if he is dead, there is no way for you to get into the room to see that your master is dead without breaking down the door.
"Is there a key?"
The maid looked surprised at the sharp question, and realized that this young man was more clever than he appeared.
She was slightly underestimating them because of their young age.
"There is indeed a key. I have the only key to the door. I need it to bring the morning tea and to wake up the master."
The maid said.
"...You know how that makes you look?"
Fang Raon said with a smile.
It seemed pretty obvious that the maid was now the main suspect, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions just yet.
"I know, but I also know it wasn’t me that did it. I always keep the key in a locked drawer, and it was still there when I woke up this morning."
The maid said.
’Did someone lockpick the door? I don’t know if any of these people have that kind of ability. It isn’t something that just everybody can do.
’This feels like a family feud, but I can always be wrong.’
He was done looking around the bedroom and returned back downstairs with the maid in tow.
When they arrived back at the living room, they noticed a strange scene, as every family member was trying to look away from Della.
It was like they were scared of her.
Della was sitting on the table in the middle of the living room, smiling happily, and the chat window floating beside her was moving so quickly that it was impossible to read one message.
"How was it?"
She turned around with a smile.
"The master liked to sleep with his door locked and windows closed. There are no signs of a break-in, and there is only one key to open the door, and it is within the maid’s possession.
"She always keeps it in a locked drawer, and the key was still there when she woke up."
Fang Raon said.
"Hmm~"
Della summoned her golden-rimmed light mirror, pointed it at the maid, and her face soon appeared on the mirror.
She had a neutral expression—tight-lipped without a hint of emotion—and Della then put her mirror away.
’A neutral soul. Neither evil nor particularly good. It is the most common kind of soul.’
Della thought to herself.
Creak~ Creak~ Creak~
At that moment, they heard a sound of creaking. Like a door was constantly swinging open. They frowned.
"What is this?"
Della asked.
"It must be the master’s wife."
The maid said.
"Why isn’t she here then? It would be really valuable to interrogate her as well."
Della asked with a frown.
"She is in no state to speak to anyone. She hasn’t been in that shape for years now. Her health has been deteriorating slowly for the past few years."
The maid said.
"Can we still see her?"
Fang Raon asked.
With a sigh, the maid nodded and took them to the backroom, and the fireplace was there crackling with warmth.
At the corner of the room, there was a withered-looking woman sitting on a reclining chair, her eyes glazed over and staring off into the distance.
Her gray hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and her hands were clasped tightly in her lap.
"Hello, madam. My name is Della Rose of the Rose Records Detective Agency. May I have a word with you?"
Della asked with her bright smile.
The old woman didn’t speak. She was just sitting in the reclining chair. And the chair was slowly swinging—creak~creak~creak~.
"I told you. She doesn’t even know that her husband is dead. We told her, but she doesn’t seem to understand what that means."
The maid said.
It was tragic since the master and his wife had been together for fifty years—since they were very young—and she didn’t even know that her lifelong love was murdered.
Della walked to the old woman, used the mirror on her, and saw her face appear in the mirror as well.
She was another neutral soul.
