All Worlds Madhouse

"Not Sherlock?" Ziliang was stunned: "Why do you say that?"

"I don't know yet. I guess the reason is that I think Sherlock is also a smart man." Moriarty said: "Oh, when it comes to smart people, I think all of us here are not stupid, so , what you just said, that is, the rules of the game of 'Kill the person who finds out the murderer', I have also thought of it, and I think you should have thought of it too, Mrs. Marple."

Moriarty gave Mrs. Marple in the wheelchair a seemingly polite smile.

"It's just that you said it. Of course, you didn't say it to show how smart you are. People who show their wisdom at this time are fools. So, you made this public just to ensure that all of us Knowing this rule, in this case, the three of us are all insiders, so the rule has to be broken. After all, we can't murder two other people and then commit suicide, right, so after saying so much, you are just afraid Become the next victim yourself."

Ziliang scratched his head a little embarrassedly after listening to Moriarty's words.

"Ah hahahahaha. It turns out you have already guessed it. How embarrassing."

"It's okay, if it were me, I would do the same thing." Mrs. Marple said to Ziliang as if comforting a child. Yes, she had actually figured it out a long time ago, otherwise she wouldn't always look like a cross talker. It's the same as holding a bag in it, and it continues according to Ziliang's words.

So, it is a terrible and terrible thing for a group of smart people to gather together. The scene is infinitely close to a group of fools getting together.

The former is that what this group of people are thinking about each other can be thought by everyone else. The latter is that no matter who is thinking about it, everyone else is blinded, so in terms of results, the results are actually the same.

"Okay, so you think that Sherlock guy is probably the first to guess this rule, and based on his arrogant character, he will not play according to the game organizer, so regardless of Killing Kudo Who is Shinichi? As long as he makes us all think that he is the one who killed Kudo Shinichi, and then he plays a disappearing game in front of us, then the chain will be broken and the game will be gone. The method can continue, right?" Ziliang mumbled feebly: "And if this is the case, then the organizer of the game will have to intervene in the game again, change the rules, or simply terminate the game. In that case, we The worst outcome is to walk out of this villa completely. As for the best outcome, we must catch the organizer and beat him up."

"Well - put it this way, it seems that it is really something that a person with Sherlock's personality can do." Marple nodded and said: "That's easy to handle now that our game link is broken, and I don't want to track down Kudo. As for who killed Shinichi, just think it was Sherlock who killed him, but Sherlock disappeared again. So..." After saying that, Marple simply took out her yarn ball from the side of the wheelchair: "So just... Let’s just wait and see how the organizers deal with this dead situation.”

"Good idea." Moriarty said, and then walked directly up the stairs, ready to go back to the house to sleep: "Oh, wait." After saying that, he walked back again, then came to the dining table and took some A sharp knife: "I'm not sure whether the guy in the house of resentment only has a spare key, so if someone breaks into my house tonight, well, everyone is smart, I guess you won't do this. Kind of stupid, right?"

As he spoke, he shook the knife in his hand before walking back to his bedroom.

Zi Liang in the living room glanced at Mrs. Marple beside her.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and go back to the house. I can't beat you with my legs and feet. You'd better keep your thoughts to yourself and deal with what's about to happen. You also know that if some aliens or something suddenly show up tonight, In front of me, seven or eight killers, detectives and the like were brought over to tell us that the game would continue. I wouldn’t be surprised at all. So, what we have to guard against now is not each other, but those who have never shown up. Or someone we’ve forgotten.”

Ziliang listened to Mrs. Marple's words and nodded: "Okay, that makes sense." Then he walked into his room.

At this moment, Mrs. Marple was the only one left in the entire living room. She looked at the locked door, then looked up at Moriarty's room on the second floor, then smiled inexplicably and put the knitting yarn back. In a wheelchair.

In the bedroom, Ziliang was lying on the bed. He thought over and over how these people died, and calculated the rules of the game. He felt that everything made sense, and maybe that was what happened.

The walls were well soundproofed and the room was very quiet. Every few minutes, he would glance at the scenery outside the window. Outside his window was a beach, with the moonlight shining on it, providing pretty good visibility. In other words, if he got Information about murdering someone, then this information must have appeared on the beach. Perhaps, it was like writing a name on the beach with a small stick, and then it was washed away after several tides, except yourself, no one will see.

Ziliang just looked at it, but the name never appeared, so his plan was successful? So, when the organizer of this game finds that the game cannot continue, he will appear in front of him?

He was just thinking wildly, waiting for someone with a strange appearance to appear in his bedroom. But this person never appeared.

Just like that, the silence lasted for who knows how long.

Finally, Ziliang felt a little bored. He sat up and paced back and forth in the room.

Of course, even so, he still couldn't calm down, so he came to his bedroom door and turned the doorknob.

Yes, he wanted to go out for a walk, although it was a bit dangerous, but if everything was as he thought, then no one from Moriarty would rush to kill him. As for Mrs. Marple, to be honest , he really never thought that Mrs. Marple's legs and feet could kill him.

So, Ziliang opened the door.

After several flashes in the living room, the circuit has been reconnected, and now, the dim and lazy light is covering the living room.

Then Ziliang froze on the spot.

Because he saw someone.

Sherlock.