Murder Mansion

LOST HOPES ARE FOUND UNDER THE TABLE

Six pairs of feet scurried to the basement. All of them started searching for the answer of third clue. Fiona stood next to an empty stone wall, knocking all the way from left to right. She was expecting some kind of difference in the sound. At last, when she knocked a few inches away from the corner of the room and noticed that the sound was hollow. She called the remaining party and they all were convinced that it was a secret door. They started to look for ways to open it in hopeful enthusiasm. Hailey accidently tripped over and old sofa and found some type of screen. Derek recognized it as an electronic lock. They all were pretty joyous before Derek informed them that it could be used by one person alone.

The host was the only person who could use his handprint to open the lock. The host was dead. They were all pretty frustrated and worked up by then, and were ready to drag Edward's body downstairs. Bill said that it would be," Tampering with evidence." And the whole crew would be rotting behind the bars before they could get out of the mansion. He was himself becoming quite impatient. Cursing mildly under his breath, he glanced around the enclosure, picked up an old but still sharp axe and took a swing at the lock. They were all so shocked at his action but proud too. The door opened, they all went in. To their surprise they saw another big library.

They all stated searching for the real floorplans, all of them searched for hours. They searched every page of every book but still no success.

John and Fiona went and sat on a table when all of a sudden John banged the table and something fell on Fiona's lap and guess what, they were the real floorplans this time. They all were so happy that some of them even stated dancing. For once, John's aggressive nature had been of use. Finally, they would be able to go home.

The front gate swung open. A large black car swiftly slid into the compound. The driver, who had a suit as his attire, stepped out of the car and opened the backseat door. A tall, young man with short brown hair came out of the car. He had a bored look on his face and an air of arrogance about him. The driver referred to him as 'sir'. He sternly complained a bit about his driver's speed and started questioning about Mr. Malcolm's guests. He shoved the man driving the car aside and persistently kept on asking about the guests. His name was Richard Malcolm, the only son of Edward Malcolm.

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