All Worlds Madhouse

Well. Then the thing is very obvious. The mastermind behind all this is the young lady from the House of Resentment. She caused a collective frustration, then killed people, and then committed suicide out of fear of guilt!

Everything is clear!

That's weird.

Ziliang put the coil of fishing line into his pocket again.

"Yes, it was precisely because of this that I took out this evidence. Of course, this evidence seems to be useless now." He said.

Sherlock also nodded: "So, there are two possibilities now.

First: We all guessed wrong. The murderer was someone else. He led us to suspect Yuanyu. However, this could not explain why he killed Yuanyu again in such a thankless way.

Second: Something must have happened last night that made the murderer, or someone, suddenly and impatiently kill the house of resentment, but what exactly happened? "

"Don't look at me, I can't guess it, otherwise I wouldn't discuss this matter with you." Ziliang spread his hands and said.

"Well, I have a suggestion." At this time, Moriarty said as if chatting: "I think the clue may not be the murderer, but the corpse." As he said that, he pointed to the pile on the ground. Resentment House: "How about we reassemble her?"

Listen to this suggestion. How can a group of people play with bones at a crime scene? If someone complains that the house is dead, do you still use it as building blocks to assemble it? How disrespectful to the deceased.

Therefore, the others responded righteously:

"OK!"

Well. Anyway, that's it. Everyone was very excited and started to fight against the young lady from the House of Resentment.

Oh, one more thing to say here, fighting corpses is not because each of these people is a little psychopathic, it is entirely because this is a necessary operation to solve the case.

Because, now everyone can think of, there is only one reason for dismembering the body of the House of Resentment, that is, the murderer had to dismember the body.

Because he/she had to hide some things, such as the body missing a rib or something. These things would definitely be exposed as long as the body was intact, so the murderer had to chop it into pieces and hide it.

Well, without further ado, everyone was busy and quickly finished the corpse. The speed even made people wonder if they did this often.

And the conclusion that was drawn after the body was put together could not help but make everyone stunned.

That is, this corpse is really complete!

Not even a piece is missing.

"This" Ziliang frowned and pondered for a while: "Could it be that the murderer really chopped the body into pieces because of his hobbies?"

No one answered because that seemed to be the case. So, everyone had no choice but to leave the bedroom without any clue.

The next time was a little boring.

Because the clues were interrupted, everyone started a second round of searching for the villa. However, there was still no harvest. In the end, everyone started to open the gift boxes. But as I said before, many of these gift boxes have been opened. , there was nothing inside, so these things seemed to be just some kind of decoration with balloons tied to them.

Just like that, it was time for dinner.

And the sumptuous dinner on the dining table appeared in front of everyone out of thin air. On the tablecloth that looks very high-end at first glance, the exquisite dinner plates are filled with food that will make your fingers lick your fingers.

These things appeared suddenly like the next picture on a slide. However, everyone present accepted this development, so they did not show much surprise.

"Actually, if someone doesn't die every now and then, I think it's pretty good here. At least you don't have to worry about eating and drinking, and the taste is good." Ziliang said, and simply walked to the dining table and started eating. .

at this time

"Hey, how long has it been since you last seen that child?" Mrs. Marple asked.

"That child? Are you talking about Shinichi?" Ziliang muttered with his mouth full of food: "Isn't he in his room? With such a middle-class character, it's understandable that he doesn't want to stay with us."

Just as he was speaking, Ziliang looked at Mrs. Marple's face and said, "Hey, isn't that what you mean?"

Everyone exchanged looks.

"Oh, no, we stay together all the time. Even if one of us wants to do something, he must at least know how to clone himself or something."

Ziliang said jokingly, but no one laughed.

One second later.

"Okay." Ziliang stopped struggling and quickly turned around and rushed to Kudo Shinichi's room.

The rest of the people also quickly followed.

"Hey, open the door!" Ziliang knocked on the door, but there was no response: "No, isn't it? Is this weird way of dying popular among people nowadays?"

At this time, Sherlock had already taken out a fire stick from the fireplace and was preparing to follow the same example and start to dismantle the door.

In fact, at this time, everyone had already begun to foresee the scene of Kudo Shinichi dying in his room, and even began to imagine all kinds of miserable death situations.

But suddenly.

With a click, the door opened.

Opened from the inside.

Kudo Shinichi had a sleepy expression on his face, scratching his hair, and appeared inside the door, looking at the people outside the door in confusion.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

The people outside the door were stunned for a while.

"Well, it's just that dinner is ready, so I wanted to ask you to eat." Ziliang said awkwardly.

"Then, what are you doing with the firewood sticks?" Shinichi pointed at Sherlock and asked.

"Oh - this looks more grand, after all, this dinner looks quite luxurious." Sherlock held his head high and started talking nonsense with an extremely calm expression.

Shinichi rubbed his sleepy eyes, then looked at the others suspiciously.

Tsk tsk, although the scene was a bit embarrassing, fortunately, Shinichi was not dead, and everyone was finally relieved. So, everyone returned to the table, sat down, and started eating dinner.

Everything seemed to have become quiet.

After a while, everyone had almost eaten. Ziliang held his stomach and spread out on his seat with a satisfied look: "Well, it seems that this is the end of today's situation."

Well, generally if someone says something like that, something big is going to happen!

as expected!

The words just fell! Just listen to a "pop" sound, which is the sound of the circuit suddenly being disconnected.

And with this sound, the whole room suddenly fell into darkness!

Then——

“Ahhhhh——”

Mrs. Marple let out a shrill scream!