The Secret of the Bloody House
It was a dark evening, rain falling softly, and the beautiful house had turned into a terrifying crime scene. Blood stained the carpet, a broken wine glass lay nearby, and a man lay lifeless on the floor.
A was a famous lawyer visiting the house as a guest, holding a business contract that had caused heated arguments.
B was a university student, quickly closing his backpack when he saw the body.
C was the dead man’s girlfriend, trembling as she called the police.
D was a close friend kneeling beside the body, his hands covered in blood as he checked for a pulse.
E stood silently, arms crossed, eyes darting around as if hiding something.
F was a woman near the mirror, hands behind her back, her eyes filled with fear and guilt.
When the police arrived, everyone was questioned. The lawyer A said she came to finalize a deal. The student B claimed he was there to help with studies. The girlfriend C said she heard a scream and rushed in.
But the police noticed something strange — the mirror behind them showed a reflection of someone holding a knife. That person was F.
When they turned to her, F trembled and whispered, “I tried to defend myself… but he attacked me first.”