All Worlds Madhouse

The way Ziliang died was also very standard. He covered his throat, fell to the ground, swaying wildly, and kicked his legs vigorously. After a while, he stopped moving.

Everyone looked at Ziliang's posture and were silent for a long time.

"Okay, get up."

The lady from the House of Resentment said.

"Oh." Ziliang responded awkwardly and got up from the ground.

"Did anyone reveal any clues?" He then asked as if nothing happened.

Well, now everyone knows that this is a thief's trick that is not new, but very effective. If someone wants to poison you, or doesn't want to poison you, you should die in front of him. If you can, cheat. , it doesn’t cost money anyway.

but

"No." Yuanwu said angrily. He regretted it now. It was so embarrassing to accompany Ziliang in acting.

"Okay, maybe my acting skills are too bad, but it's not without gain." Ziliang said, "Anyway, this food should be edible."

"Ah? Did you really swallow it?" Qianwu was stunned.

"Yes, it tastes quite good." Ziliang said, and began to put vegetables on his plate.

Well, let's not care about how big this person's heart is. He probably thinks that between poisoning to death and starving to death, he would rather choose the former. Anyway, he told everyone with practical actions that this dish is really edible.

If that image of eating and drinking was poisonous, this guy would die eight hundred times.

In this way, under Ziliang's "dedication" spirit, everyone started the Christmas dinner one after another. Of course, during the meal, these guys were all looking at each other.

Let’s take a brief look at the scenes during this period.

It was time after dinner. Everyone sat back on their chairs after eating and drinking.

"Well, now I feel that even if I die from poison, it's not so hard to accept." Shinichi rubbed his belly and muttered contentedly.

"So, what should we do now?" Qianwu asked, looking at the others.

At this time, Ziliang stood up again and made a very beautiful suggestion: "I suggest that we go back to the house and sleep."

Everyone looked at Ziliang with a strange look, and then said in unison.

"good."

Of course, this is not about being arrogant or giving up on yourself, but in this case, going back to the house and sleeping is the best choice.

Because at this stage, two major problems are still before everyone's eyes.

First: Can’t get out.

Second: The murderer who strangled Kindaichi is most likely still in this house. Well, actually everyone thinks that the murderer is among this group of people.

Then someone may ask, since the murderer is nearby, shouldn't everyone hug each other and get together, which is the best choice? It is said in the "Horror Movie Survival Manual" that if you disperse one by one, you will be killed.

Haha, this is because everyone is not reviewing the topic carefully.

People are talking about under normal circumstances, but now... is that under normal circumstances? If you don't look at who these people are, could they put their lives in the hands of others?

Besides, now you are not trapped on an island or locked in a snow-capped mountain. You have to wait for a day or two before someone comes to rescue you. Instead, you are simply locked up in a place where time and space are messed up.

So, how long can everyone stay together? How long can you sit at this round table without sleeping and take turns watching the night? one day? Three days? Or a few weeks?

What should we do when the food is gone and everyone is exhausted?

Besides, there is only one key to the door anyway, so you can't just lock it in the house.

To sum up, it is better to just pick a bed and have a good sleep. If the murderer really has a spare key or something, haha, to be honest, among the people here, except Mrs. Marple, everyone feels that they Can fight back.

Well, even Mrs. Marple thought she was pretty much the same.

So just like that, the proposal for each person to choose a room to sleep in was passed unanimously.

Everyone found their rooms one after another, and took the only key and closed the door.

Although the scenery outside the window is different, fortunately, the time is almost the same, so it will not be the middle of the night next door, but the sun is shining in this house.

So, there was nothing to say all night.

The next morning, the sun rose on time. Zi Liangte yawned comfortably, then unsteadily opened the door lock and walked out of the room.

He leaned next to the fence and glanced at the living room on the first floor, where Holmes, Moriarty and Mrs. Marple had all gotten up. Holmes crossed his legs at the table, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. Artie stood by the window, humming something with his eyes closed, looking quite narcissistic. And Mrs. Marple continued to knit.

What surprised Ziliang was that last night's dinner had all disappeared. What appeared instead were several pots of tea and coffee, as well as some breakfast items such as waffles and omelettes.

Ziliang walked to the first floor.

"Well, you didn't remove all yesterday's food just because you are clean," he asked.

"Of course not." Sherlock said while maintaining the posture of reading the newspaper: "When I woke up, the dinner party had all disappeared, and the breakfast and newspapers had also appeared on the table. Obviously, this house didn't want to Let us starve, and apart from killing some people, it will be good for us."

"Hmm -" Ziliang groaned awkwardly: "You mean, these things just appeared here out of thin air?"

"Yes, they just appeared on the table at 6 o'clock in the morning. Even the morning paper is the same as the morning paper I ordered in Baker Street." Sherlock continued.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Ziliang asked.

"No, I told him," said Mrs. Marple, "I woke up at five o'clock."

"Okay." Ziliang sighed and said, he felt that he would not be surprised by what happened in this room now.

After another ten minutes, Kudo Shinichi also woke up. Of course, he also expressed surprise at the appearance of breakfast, and he quickly accepted it.

In this way, time passed minute by minute until 8 o'clock in the morning.

"Hey, let me tell you, is that woman named Grudge House really so good at sleeping?" Kudo Shinichi muttered.

"Women are good at sleeping, even when I was young," said Mrs. Marple.

"So, can you sleep until 8 o'clock in a room where the space is chaotic, two people just died, you can't get out, and the murderer hasn't been found yet?" Sherlock put down the newspaper and asked.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at each other.

Immediately, he stood up almost simultaneously and rushed to the second floor.

(The story has begun, there will be another chapter in the afternoon, don’t worry. Vote!)