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Fortunately, there was no further movement in the treasure room, and Hassen sat down on the ground and gasped for more than ten minutes before he came to his senses.

He pressed his ear to the door to listen to the movement of the treasure room, and there was an eerie silence at the other end of the room, and Hassan heard nothing.

He didn't have the courage to try to open the door to the treasure room, so he barely stood up, and after thinking about it, he decided to go to Fazioli's bedroom on the second floor to see what was going on.

Fazioli's bedroom was at the end of the room on the second floor, the door was locked, and Hassan knocked on the door, but there was no response.

Not at home? Hasan wondered if he had gone to the police station to report the case, he had been struggling with the matter, after all, there were a lot of shady collections in the antique store, and if Fazioli was just going out, and he rashly reported to the police, causing the illegal collection to be exposed, it would be worth the loss!

Hassan was a little overwhelmed by the strange events and oppressive atmosphere of the antique shop, and he decided to leave first and wait until dawn tomorrow to search for it.

Just as he turned to leave, melodious music came out of Fazioli's bedroom, and Hassan froze for a moment, it was the music of the music box!

The

music was accompanied by intermittent moans, "Hassan, help me!"

"Facho!!" Hasan heard the voice of his friend Facioli, and without any further hesitation, he turned around and began to bang on the door, shouting at the same time: "Fajo, here I am!".

The bedroom door wasn't as strong as he had imagined, and Hasson kicked it so hard that it had cracked a crack, and he used his body as a hammer to slam it against it.

"Bang!".

The bedroom door was slammed open, and Hassan rushed into the room, but he was horrified by what he saw!

Fazioli hung in the center of the room, his feet fluttering gently off the floor, and not far away, the music box was placed on the floor, the lid was opened, the wind-up crankshaft slowly turned, and melodious and soothing music came from the music box. Fazioli's corpse swayed gently as if dancing to music!

Hassan found the room's closet door covered in blood, like a murder scene.

The

music box clicked, and the music came to an abrupt end.

"Facho!" Hasan screamed, trying to come forward to rescue his friend, but stayed where he was, Fazio was blue and stiff, apparently dead for a long time!

So, who just called for help, and who started the music box?

Thinking of this, Hassen's hair stood on end in an instant, and his mind was in chaos, fortunately, as an antique hunter, he had experienced a lot of ancient tombs and castles, and his psychological quality was relatively strong, he was not frightened crazy on the spot, nor did he do anything to destroy the scene, he calmed down, forced himself to take his eyes off Fazioli, stopped his urge to let go of Fazioli's body, and quickly left the bedroom without hesitation, left the antique store, and went straight to the police station!

The police followed Hasson back to the antique shop, they found Fazioli's body in the bedroom, and the police took Hasson into temporary custody, after all, he was the first person to find the body, although the police judged that he had been dead for more than three days based on Fazioli's body, but to prove Hasson's innocence, he had to wait until the results of the forensic autopsy came out!

Hasson spent the night in the police station's detention cell, and for him, it gave him a sense of security!

The next day, the police officer in charge of the case released Hasen from his cell and took him to his office.

"The forensic autopsy is out!" Officer McLean pointed to the report in front of him, "The body died three to five days ago, and we also asked your employer to find out the situation, and he proved your innocence!"

Hasson nodded, he was not in Samsara Town this week, and he had a reputable employer in Uptown to testify for him, and it was inevitable that he would be cleared of suspicion!

"What about the cause of death?" asked Officer McLean.

"The preliminary verdict is that it was hanging!" McLean replied, "There is no sign of anyone else at the scene except for your traces, and there is no sign of theft in the antique shop!"

Hassan retorted in his heart, Fazioli is a person who loves life, has no emotional ties, and has no financial disputes, combined with what happened to him last night, Hassan immediately denied the officer's judgment.

"Those experiences I had last night..." Hassan reminded the officer that he had told the police what had happened to him when he took the record last night.

"There is no factual basis!" Officer McLean interrupted Hasson directly, "We have invited experts in the arcane arts, and there are no traces of spells or arcane releases on the scene!"

"Those things aren't arcane!" Hasson retorted.

"What's that?" McLean looked at Hasson warily, and warned him with his eyes not to say that word!

"Necromancy!" said the word, ignoring the officer's warning in his eyes.

"Hasson Faber!" Officer McLean's tone became serious, "You should know that this term is strictly forbidden by the 'Chamber of Commerce'!"

Of course, Hasson knew that since the army of undead and living corpses created by the founder of the gravedigger, Jean Ostaat, almost destroyed the entire town of Samsara, the words "Jean Ostaat", "gravedigger", and "necromancy" have become strictly forbidden words in Samsara Town, not only in various newspapers and magazines, but also in any official organization of the 'Chamber of Commerce' that does not allow the above words and any related discussions.

"I understand, but beyond that, I can't explain what I'm going through!" Hazen said.

"At present, the 'Chamber of Commerce' has no agency to deal with similar cases!" Officer McLean rubbed his forehead, he didn't sleep all night for this case, "it can only be handled as a suicide case!"

"By the way, a suicide note was found on the body of the deceased, which was left for you!" McLean changed the subject, took out a letter and handed it to Hassen, who took it and looked at it, with his name "Hassen Farber" written on it.

He clenched the envelope and looked at the officer, "Can I go?".

"Anytime!" McLean nodded.

Husson got up to leave, and Officer McLean said behind him, "Mr. Farber, if something unexplainable really happens, I suggest you think about your own life and don't try to get to the bottom of it!".

Hassan didn't answer him and left the police station directly.

Back at his home, Hasson couldn't wait to open a bottle of spirits, took a big sip, gasped a few times, and as if trying to get the gloom out of his chest, he took out the suicide note that Fazioli had left him, tore open the cover, and read it carefully.