검은나비, 검은나비는 어디가서 물을 마실까 Section 12

The neighbors Tim and Jude met after leaving the Rice family mansion were as ordinary and full of goodwill as Martha’s story. They are just middle-aged and elderly residents who lead a quiet and peaceful life. They seemed to be truly saddened by what happened to the Rice family. However, no one remembers their whereabouts in detail on the day of their disappearance.

“I’m sorry for them, too. They’ve never done anything bad before. Martha was on good terms with each and every one of the families. Phew, I feel bad for them. How pitiful it must be.”

Mrs. Rochester, the widow living alone in the house next door, said so, drawing a cross, as she just baked the cookies, saying, “You’re doing a good job, but take this,” and gave Tim a bag of cookies. At Mr. Melvin’s house, where he visited with the bag of cookies in his arms, he raised his hands with a slight embarrassment as he recounted what the children had said.

“I admit it was a little rash, but it was to reassure a child, and in fact, isn’t there a very small chance of a missing person coming back safely?”

However, Mrs. Sarkozy in the house next door that they visited after quietly say, ‘why don’t you tell the children about death? And it’s the death of their family members.’ The middle-aged Mrs. Sarkozy saw a bag of cookies held by Jude and smilingly said, “Oh, it must be Mrs. Rochester’s work. She’s good at it,” and served them tea.

“It’s not that they didn’t have any trouble as they are a big family, but it was still a harmonious family. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I hope they can overcome it.”

Seeing her praying on the cross, the two detectives paused their investigation for a moment. With this kind of incident — two murders – it was roughly enough for the neighbors who had a relationship with the Rice family to be involved. Sitting in the car seat, Jude stretched out with a rather dull face. The sunlight coming through the car window was slightly stinging.

“Everyone is so immaculate.”

“……Yes. It’s unnatural if it’s unnatural, but there’s really nothing that doesn’t look strange when you see things with tinted glasses…… But what’s going on? You still haven’t touched the cookies at all.”

“Oh, I already ate something before I got here.”

“…….this guy. Then I’ll eat this alone.”

“Okay. I’ll make a concession with a broad heart, Mr. Timothy Maxwell.”

He smiled once as he shook his hand gently, and Tim picked up a cookie from the bag. The face of Tim, who had been stuffing the cookie in his mouth, turned a little subtle. As he looked at it curiously, Jude couldn’t help but ask.

“Why? Is it strange?”

“No…….. Well, it’s too sweet. It tastes good, but it’s cloying. Shall we turn it to the police station later?”

“You hate sweets too much. Whatever you want. I’ll be kind enough to broadcast your intentions on air.”

“You… …let’s slowly go back to the police station and check their relatives and neighbor’s personal details, and contact the person who might have had the fight. Now that you’re there, I’m going to eat something.”

The cookie bag was rewrapped and placed at the back seat, and Tim started the engine.

-About 10 minutes after Jude’s head was swaying to match the old pop song as he did when he came here, the body of the car swerved for a moment. It wasn’t a sway when you pass through something like a rock on the road, but it was a sway that occurred when the driver failed to hold the steering wheel properly. But when he turned his head strangely on a smooth road with no obstacles like this?-Jude was surprised.

“Tim? Tim! What’s wrong?”

The brown-haired detective’s face was dripping with sweat. Jude shrieked at the frowning brows, pale lips, and signs of intense pain as Tim bite his lips.

“……I don’t know…….my stomach…. I feel like I’m going to throw up…..”

“You have a stomachache? Why all of a sudden…. Ugh, Tim, Tim, Tiiim!”

Jude, who felt he had to hand over the bag to the throwing-up Tim, hurriedly found the bag, and Tim immediately slumped forward with the steering wheel. At the moment, he stumbled dangerously and barely stepped on the brake, screaming out the name of his fainting partner.

Kkigigigigik! A nerve-scraping sound rang once, and the car stopped with a little smoke. As soon as the car stopped, Jude hurriedly called for Tim and looked at his face. A complexion that turned blue with sweat all over the shirt, a shallow, tight breath, and somewhat stiff arms and legs, reminded him of post-mortem.

“Tim! Why so sudden, Tim! Pull yourself together!”

No matter how many times Jude slapped him, he didn’t respond. Shaking his body for a moment, Jude eventually moved Tim to the back seat and sat in the driver’s seat. Where is the nearest emergency room? Looking back at the navigator which he usually didn’t care much because Tim usually drives, Jude stepped on the accelerator a little harder than Tim did.

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