"Yes, yes." Tom Smith cautiously approached her, then watched her writing. She was inscribing the poem, "Say not that the soul is not lost, the curtain rolls, the person is thinner than the yellow flower." Out of curiosity, he asked, "Why are you practicing calligraphy today?"
"After Ethan died, I remembered how he used to teach me calligraphy." Emily White still didn't look up; she seemed entirely focused on her writing.
"Is that so?" Tom Smith decided not to disturb her for now and withdrew.
Having finished the last character, Emily White gazed deeply at the words on the paper and said, "Ethan, what do you think of my writing?"
The study had always been a favorite haunt for Mia; she loved spending time there. And Violet occasionally visited as well. It was ten o'clock at night, and as soon as Mia entered the study, she saw Violet already there.
It was called a study, but it was hardly distinguishable from a library. The room was spacious, and the ceiling was made of transparent glass. When it rained, sitting there and watching the water cascade onto the glass felt incredibly serene. The collection here consisted of tens of thousands of books, available for any family member to use at will. Although the household staff was not large, someone cleaned every weekend, and various types of books were arranged on different shelves. Near the door were two tables where one could sit and read. If thirsty, there was a water dispenser nearby to kill him using a method from the novel. So, he simply used this point to say the killer was an 'non-existent killer,' meaning the killer was someone who didn't exist in his novel, which is you, Ethan Harris! Isn't that right?"
At the Reynolds' residence, Lillian had also read the first few chapters of the family's work. She was now reading the third document: "Morning, Emily woke up. Today marked the beginning of July, which should have been scorching hot, but as soon as she threw off the covers, she still felt a chill." She immediately asked Fiona beside her, puzzled, "Is... is this Ethan Harper abnormal? He wrote himself to die, and now he's actually dead?"
"Well, in this vast world, anything is possible," Fiona replied helplessly. "They, you know, they could live a good life, but they insist on doing something earth-shattering, something that will make them feel great. He wrote about himself, yet didn't use the first person, and even if he wrote himself to die, he also wrote his sister and mother to die. That's unimaginable in a normal family! The most unimaginable part is that he even wrote his wife as the murderer... Really, marrying a man like that is simply suffering!"
"Ah, yes, how can such people exist?" Lillian also chimed in with her opinion. "Although the novel's writing is decent, and the ending is quite dramatic, did he really intend for Adam to recommend this novel? Goodness, but you're truly amazing to have discovered this!"
"This was something Allison reminded us of. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have noticed..."