All Worlds Madhouse

Well, everyone can see that this kind of grand opening and exit is definitely not something a 'normal human' can do.

At least, normal humans shouldn't disappear suddenly, right?

So, combined with the food in this room and the various scenes outside the window, it seems that people have to believe that everything here is shrouded in some kind of 'supernatural' power.

To sum up, it seems that there is no need to worry too much about the cause of death of the deceased. After all, everyone can fly and teleport. It should be no problem to pick up objects from the air, pass through walls and floors, and cut up individuals with bare hands.

Oh, after talking so much, I seem to have forgotten that our little brother [Kudo Shinichi] is still roasting in the fire.

"Fight the fire!" Ziliang suddenly shouted.

At the same time, Moriarty was already carrying a bucket of water and pouring it on the fire.

As for the water, it was naturally brought from the bathroom in the bedroom, and the bucket was the trash can in the bedroom. Fortunately, the trash cans in these bedrooms were not the hollow ones. Otherwise, the fire might not have been extinguished. Go down.

In this way, Ziliang and Moriarty no longer thought about who Sherlock was. They held buckets and went back and forth to fill the water. After a lot of effort, they finally put out the fire.

After the two of them were lying on the ground in disgrace, "Kakaka~" the lamp on the ceiling trembled a few more times, and then finally turned on.

What? You ask why Mrs. Marple didn't help? Nonsense, her body is barely able to walk. If you have to carry a bucket of water back and forth, what if you accidentally fall on the fire? Then the fire will not be extinguished quickly, but it will fill up a lot for others. fuel.

Mrs. Marple was also very sensible and sat aside without causing any trouble to the others.

After a few minutes, Ziliang and Moriarty finally took a breath.

As for Kudo Shinichi, don't think about it, he is definitely dead. If the fire hadn't been extinguished quickly, he might not even be able to keep his whole body.

Mrs. Marple came over: "It seems obvious that we have been kidnapped by some mysterious force. The one named [Sherlock Holmes] is the instigator of all this."

"Hmm~" Ziliang took a breath: "Although it looks like this, why?"

"what why?"

"That's it. Why does this supernatural power, or that [Sherlock] do this?" Ziliang asked.

"Well, it is indeed very confusing, but since [Sherlock] has abilities that we cannot understand, then he must also have reasons that we cannot understand." Moriarty continued calmly.

"Okay, this is indeed an explanation, but I always feel that something is wrong. It seems that all this has nothing to do with supernatural phenomena." Ziliang said again, minding his own business.

When Marple heard this, he couldn't help but shook his head: "Haha, okay young man, I know this is hard to believe, but it is happening right in front of us, so we should learn to accept it. We are all smart, aren't we? No We must be 100% no match for that person with supernatural powers."

"Haha, you seem to be eager to make us believe that all this was done by that [Sherlock]." Ziliang suddenly smiled and interrupted her.

Marple was stunned for a moment: "What? It's like I'm trying to induce you - do you still want to use common sense to explain these things now?"

"Of course not, but common sense may not explain everything, but even very reasonable things will always have their rules," Ziliang said.

At this time

"Oh? It seems that you have discovered something new?" Moriarty asked lightly.

"Yes, in fact, if we are more careful, we can find that there are not many things that are not consistent with common sense here, just the scenery outside each bedroom window and the food." Ziliang pointed to the table full of food. : "But these are all insignificant things."

"Well, what do you mean by 'irrelevant'?" Marple asked.

"That's right. Although the scenery outside the windows of those rooms is different, I can't think of the meaning of its existence. After all, we can't open them, so at best they just let us know that this villa is extraordinary." Ziliang explained: "And The food on the table is actually just to prevent us from starving to death here. But some people don't want us to starve to death, but they ignore our death in other ways. This is very contradictory.

So, in summary, you should be able to deduce what is going on here:

That's it. There's a game going on here! "

"Contest?"

"Yes, this is a game. In fact, Kudo Shinichi put forward this point of view at the very beginning. He felt that the villa we were in was basically a place similar to the 'Ancient Roman Colosseum', and We are just fighting a trapped beast, but our fighting method is not to attack with swords and guns, but to murder!"

As soon as these words came out, the rest of the people present didn't seem too surprised.

"Well, actually, I thought so before. After all, the death methods of [Polo] and [Kindaichi] can be explained by common sense." Mrs. Marple said, "But until the corpse in the House of Resentment After he was discovered, I gradually began to believe in supernatural powers, because the death of Yuanwu could not be explained, there was no murder weapon at the scene, and the murderer did not leave any blood stains outside the room, which was simply impossible."

"No!" At this time, Ziliang said suddenly.

Marple frowned: "Haha, can you? Well, please explain, what is the murder weapon? Don't say it is an ice blade. It melts after killing people. That thing can kill a person, but It’s impossible to find a corpse, and it’s definitely not a bone knife. We’ll fight through the corpse afterwards, and if there’s any extra bone, we’ll definitely find it. Besides, bone knives are sometimes not as strong as ice blades.”

Ziliang nodded: "Of course, the murder weapon is not the stuff used in mystery novels. The murder weapon is a knife, a sharp steel knife. Although it cannot chop bones, as long as you have certain skills, you can cut the bones from the joints. Or it’s very easy to cut the fascia of a person’s limb at the cartilage.”

"Haha, that's interesting. Where is the murder weapon? The murderer was a magician. Did he swallow the knife? Or did it disappear altogether?" Marple shook his head helplessly and said.

Unexpectedly, Ziliang nodded: "Yes, it's gone."

(Actually, the method of killing here is quite easy to guess. You can also think more about it.)