All Worlds Madhouse

Well, in Ziliang's thinking mode, he still felt that after so long and nothing had changed, could the organizer of this game have already arrived? In fact, he was sitting on a chair in the living room, waiting for someone. I opened the door and was shocked.

Those mysterious people like this way of appearing, as if taking the initiative to appear in front of someone will make them feel like they are losing their status.

However, the Sherlock who suddenly appeared in front of him really exceeded his expectations.

Oh, what surprised Ziliang was not that he suddenly disappeared and reappeared again.

It's the state in which he appeared.

Sherlock was in a dead state at the moment.

Well, yes, Sherlock is dead. This can be confirmed with just one look, because his body is lying upright in the middle of the dining table, and there is a knife stuck in his chest.

It took Ziliang nearly a second to recover, which was already a long time for him.

"Oh, it's so fucking annoying." He muttered, then cleared his throat helplessly: "Cough, cough. Kill——people——!!"

1 minute later.

【Mrs. Marple】

【Moriarty】

【Ziliang】

Three people gathered around Sherlock's body.

"Well, it seems that our guess is correct. It was Kudo Shinichi who killed the House of Resentment, so Shinichi became the murderer, but Sherlock had already noticed his method of committing the crime, so Shinichi also became the murderer. Sherlock's prey," Moriarty said.

"And looking at it now, Sherlock's tactics should have been seen through, and that person also successfully killed Sherlock!" Mrs. Marple then finished the second half of her words.

"So, the murderer of Sherlock is among us?" Ziliang said.

For a moment, the three people still alive looked at each other.

"Haha, this is interesting, because we have already verified the rules of the game before. As long as Sherlock is ignored, the game will no longer be able to continue. This is good for everyone, but how can it be possible? Someone went to great lengths to find Sherlock and kill him? And if the rules of the game we speculate are wrong, then Sherlock doesn't have to hide at all. These two possibilities are contradictory."

Mrs. Marple nodded: "Perhaps, someone thought of Sherlock's killing method the moment Sherlock disappeared, so the organizer has already given the information [xxdead——or——you dead], As a result, one of you two has to find Sherlock and kill him."

"Hi, hi, old lady, I've tolerated you for a long time. What do you mean by 'one of the two of you'? Why did you take it out so naturally!" Ziliang said very rudely. .

Mrs. Marple shrugged her shoulders indifferently: "Oh, I'm sorry, because I knew that the murderer was definitely not me, so I subconsciously listed you two as suspects. However, even if I didn't say that, then The possibility that I am the murderer is also the lowest, because I can't move this guy at all. Although I can walk, it doesn't mean that I can carry the body of an adult across the house."

"Indeed, the adult corpse is not just a matter of weight. When all muscles lose their activity, blood will gradually accumulate to the lowest point, and the mobility of the joints will also be difficult to carry. In fact, a 100-pound person If he dies, then you can find someone with a bench press strength of 150 pounds to move it. It will be very laborious at least. I don’t think Mrs. Marple has this strength at all.”

Moriarty said in an airy tone, staring at Ziliang.

"Oh, look at the look in your eyes, do you think I am the murderer?" Zi Liang asked with his eyes filled with emptiness.

"Come on, the two of us are the most suspects now. Based on my memory, without being drugged, I am very sure whether I have ever done anything like 'killing someone'."

Ziliang shook his head helplessly: "Okay, but coincidentally, my memory is not so bad that even if I kill someone, I will forget it. So, I now think you are the murderer."

Seeing Ziliang hit him in return, Moriarty was not angry at all. He just smiled and said: "Haha, okay, it doesn't matter. No matter who among us kills Sherlock, anyway, from now on, as long as any of us can It’s good not to think about it, because the person who solves the murder case will become the next target, so if none of us solves it, then everything will be fine.”

"No!" Marple suddenly interjected: "I don't think this is a situation where nothing happens if you don't do anything. Imagine that there are only two people who kill Sherlock even though they know the rules of the game. One possibility is that either he is sure that none of us can guess his killing method, or he is sure that he can kill everyone else!"

A very uncomfortable atmosphere spread.

Ziliang stared at Moriarty: "Haha, it seems reasonable to say so. In other words, if Mrs. Marple does not have the qualifications to be a murderer, then the two of us are now at the point where it is not you who will die. , is this the point where I die?"

unexpectedly

"No, no, no." Moriarty sat down, waving his hands and said, "I don't think so, after all, I am an extremely kind person, and I don't want to go around killing people, so we don't need to kill each other, actually. As long as you hand over the key to the door of this villa, then I will definitely leave without looking back. As for what the final winner of this game gets, I don’t care. What do you think?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene once again fell into another period of silence.

Um. As for the reason for silence, it is because at this moment, everyone knows that the key to the door of this villa is in the hands of someone.

ah? You ask why you know it.

The reason is simple, because of Sherlock's body.

His body was um... very hard. And this hardness is not caused by rigor mortis caused by being dead for too long, but by freezing.

Yes, it is frozen hard, like a piece of meat that has just been taken out from the freezer layer of the refrigerator, with ice on it. This level of freezing will not extinguish the fire in the fireplace. It can be frozen out, but it must be placed in the ice and snow at minus 20 degrees Celsius and frozen for at least a few hours before it appears.

And just look at the heavy snow piled outside the window.

Apparently, Sherlock's body had been there.