All Worlds Madhouse

In addition, all the windows are extremely strong and cannot be opened.

To sum up, well, although it is a bit cliche, no one can enter this big house, and no one can get out.

It's closed here

At this moment, the six surviving people gathered around the dining table. The clock on the wall showed four o'clock in the afternoon.

As for the atmosphere at the dinner table, it can be summed up well in one word.

That was—complete silence.

No one communicated. They all had a tacit understanding with each other and all assumed a posture of contemplation. Some held their chins and some crossed their fingers. Among them, Mrs. Marple's posture of contemplation was slightly different. She was weaving slowly and leisurely. sweater.

Just like that, time passed by minute by minute.

Finally, the lady from the House of Resentment was the first to break the silence.

"Obviously, we are trapped here, right. But who trapped us here, and what is their purpose? If those people want to play a game with us, or give us some tasks, Then they should have taken action long ago, but we have been sitting here for several hours and nothing has happened. This is not normal."

"Oh, if we talk about abnormality, I think we ourselves are not normal." Sherlock's body remained motionless, and he could only mutter quickly: "I have observed each of us. Although I am not I really want to admit it, but we don’t seem to be ‘idiots’, well, we are all smart, and judging from the labels on our backs and the years we mentioned before, we all do come from the era in our respective memories.”

"He's right, I swear, in my time, this kind of thing would never happen." Mrs. Marple said, picking up a mobile phone on the table.

Well, yes, these are their mobile phones. They thought their mobile phones were taken away in the bedroom, but it was not the case because these mobile phones have been placed on the dining table. Of course, now they are all dead.

"Then we all come from different books? Haha, okay, I accept this setting. After all, only in this way can I convince myself to accept the scenes outside the window."

Moriarty curled his lips and spoke as if he was hyperactive, and what he meant by 'those scenes outside the window' was really difficult to understand, because there was a different scene outside the window of every house in this village!

It's as if each bedroom in this house is in a different space. For example, the scene they are in now is a Christmas and winter in the countryside, and through the window of the bedroom next door, you can see a large outdoor garden in the middle of summer. It's a city, and it's still at a height of dozens of floors. There's a lot of traffic and people outside.

"Yes, it seems that we can only force ourselves to accept this strange phenomenon." Kudo Shinichi said again: "Of course, I seem to care more about some more intuitive things, that is, since this place is completely closed now, and everything We have searched everywhere and found no one else. That is to say, there are only six of us in this big house. So, how to explain the two corpses? Even the death of Inspector Polo can be explained as "premature" Poisoning in the stomach', how do you explain Kindaichi-san? He could be said to have been strangled to death in front of our eyes, but we didn't find any trace of the murderer."

"There's no way to explain it, it's suicide." Ziliang shrugged and took over.

"Impossible, my intuition tells me that this is definitely a murder, a murder right under our noses, in full view of everyone." When Kudo Shinichi said this, he felt a very matching aura coming out of him. Come, it seems like he has to say this every now and then.

"Okay, okay, my little detective brother." Ziliang said weakly: "Compared to the two dead people, should we care more about ourselves?"

"Self? What do you mean?" Qianwu asked.

"What do you mean? Stop pretending to be confused," Ziliang yelled, "Aren't you hungry?"

After saying this, everyone present finally realized this most basic problem. Yes, they had not eaten for several hours.

Oh, talking about eating. I know, there is a table of appetizing food in front of them, so why don't these people eat?

Nonsense, if you are in a weird mansion, your memory has been wiped out, and there are two recently dead corpses lying next to you, one of them died of cyanide poisoning. In this case, you still dare to eat the food in this house. Yes, I guess there are only fools.

so.

"Then I won't be polite."

Ziliang looked around and saw that no one was taking action, so he said this to himself, then grabbed the chicken drumstick in front of him and took a bite.

This mouthful made everyone around him dumbfounded.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"Damn it, spit it out!"

Ziliang didn't care about this. He closed his eyes, chewed a few mouthfuls with enjoyment, and then swallowed it.

"Okay, okay, don't make such a fuss." He waved his hand to signal everyone to calm down: "If some people want to kill us, there is no need to poison the food, as long as someone like [Inspector Polo] 】That way, just give us the cyanide capsules to eat. In fact, he doesn't even have to go to all the trouble to move us to this place, he can just kill us all when we are unconscious. That would be so convenient. "

Sherlock frowned: "The theory is true, but it is inconsistent with the facts, because [Polo] and [Kindaichi] did die in front of us."

"Maybe it's because they have to die in front of us." Ziliang took another bite of chicken leg meat and said, "Maybe someone just wants us to see their death, and they are racking their brains for it."

"You mean"

"That's right, this is a game, a performance, or a competition." Ziliang continued: "Our purpose here is most likely to let everyone kill each other, or find out some secret, and... There is a murderer. You see, there are eight people here, enough delicious food, and eight luxurious living rooms. This is prepared for us. Such a big deal cannot just let us shout with big mouths: Wow, it’s amazing! Then if Gaba dies instantly, it will be too cheap."

"Yes, it seems to make sense." Kudo Shinichi also pinched his chin and nodded: "A [Blizzard Villa]-style detective game. Among us, there are wolves and sheep. This is a competition, and we win here. Eat meat happily, the loser will die!"

"Yes!" Ziliang said with a smile: "That's it, and our [Detective Polo] and [Little Friend Kaneda] are obviously the ones who died."

As he spoke, he swallowed the chicken drumstick in his mouth and smacked his lips with satisfaction.

Then just like what he said just now, he died instantly.