All Worlds Madhouse

"Click"

Ziliang closed the door and locked it from the inside.

He had indeed figured out how to commit the crime, but he still had not thought about how the tools to commit the crime appeared.

So he decided to give it a try.

The blue water during the day turns into a monster with a huge black mouth at night. Even though the soundproofing of the room prevents Ziliang from hearing the sound of the tsunami, just looking at the reflection of the moonlight on the dark waves can make it natural in his mind. The fantasy made bursts of whistling sounds.

Ziliang stood in front of the window and looked at the dark sea and the beach under the shadow of the moon.

"Did I guess it right? Tell me" Ziliang said to himself in his mind.

Just like that, he watched quietly for who knows how long.

A huge wave suddenly hit the beach, and the soaked sand turned into another color. After the tide returned to the sea, a few lines of writing appeared on the originally flat beach.

【Jane.Marple（Jane.Marple）——dead】

【Or】

【You, dead】

The corners of Ziliang's calm mouth curled up slightly.

"Haha——" He laughed out loud.

Because, he guessed correctly, the person who killed Sherlock was none other than [Jane Marple].

"So, now, I've become a wolf, and Marple has become a sheep?"

But suddenly, before Ziliang could finish talking to himself, he saw a huge wave suddenly set off in the darkness outside the window, and it hit Ziliang directly.

What's even more amazing is that the wave completely violated the physical meaning and went directly over the wall in front of him, really sucking Ziliang in! Then, there was a spin. Ziliang felt as if he had turned into a piece of butt-wiping paper spinning in the toilet, being sucked in by some huge force, and then lost consciousness.

"Hi"

"Hey wake up"

A voice gradually became clearer, urging Ziliang to wake up.

Ziliang slowly opened his eyes. Then, he couldn't help but froze for a moment.

In front of him is a small room, only about 10 square meters. He is sitting on a simple single bed at the moment. Opposite him is a chair and a table. On both sides of the table, there are There was a door and a window. At the moment, the door was closed tightly, and outside the window, there seemed to be a strange scene of pale nothingness.

Oh, by the way, there is a big TV set next to the window.

Well, the scene in front of him was indeed a bit strange, but it was within the acceptable range. What made Ziliang stunned for a moment was the person sitting on the chair at the moment.

This is a person whose age cannot be discerned. The reason why I say this is not because he has the temperament of "crane hair, childish face, wind immortal Taoist bones", but simply because this guy has no face.

Um - it's not quite accurate to say he doesn't have a face. This person still has a face, but his face is too abstract. It's just a twisted polymer of muscles and blood vessels. There is no skin and the lines of the muscles are incomparable. It is clearly displayed on it. If you look closely, you can see that there are some burn spots that can only appear on the body surface of severely burned patients. Moreover, this person has no nose or hair.

Let's put it this way, his entire head is a half-cooked meaty egg, with two eyeballs attached to it, and a cutout for a mouth.

Well, this guy looks like this, coupled with his slightly aesthetic attire, a small top hat, and strange gloves, you can imagine that this guy can become all 15-year-olds as soon as he walks by. The following is a child's nightmare.

"Em, you're"

Ziliang asked without showing any fear when he saw a person with such an appearance.

"Ah, stop asking what you want and tell me quickly!"

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him looked impatient and said.

Ziliang frowned: "What do you want? So you are the kind of god who can realize other people's wishes? Did you design the murder game in the villa? And the final winner can realize a wish? Haha , it’s really interesting. I didn’t expect God to be so ugly. Huh? That’s not quite right. I just guessed Marple’s crime method. I shouldn’t be the final winner. Could it be that everyone who guessed the murder method Everyone can realize a wish, but the prerequisite is that he survives."

Based on this sentence, Ziliang guessed a lot of things.

However, just when he was talking eloquently as if to please himself.

"Hey! Hey! Please don't talk to yourself there." The disfigured face in front of him quickly interrupted Ziliang's babble: "I asked you what killing tool you want."

"Killing tool?"

"Yes, a killing tool. Oh, I forgot, I have to tell you the rules. Tsk, it's really annoying. Ahem, then listen up. The competition you are currently participating in is the [Murder Contest], or whatever you want Whatever it is called." He said weakly with a disfigured face. It could be seen that he must have said the same thing many times.

"The rules are simple.

First: If everyone is dead except yourself and you are alive, then you win.

Second: When no contestant discovers your killing method within 24 hours after you kill a person, you are also considered a winner.

Third: Every time you see through someone else's killing method, you can come here and I can reward you with a killing tool. Of course, this method must be thought up by yourself and not heard from others. Moreover, the killing tool you want cannot be too extreme. For example, if you want a grenade that can kill others, but cannot kill yourself, I will definitely not give it to you.

That's it. Hey, wait, I forgot, there is a fourth point. That is----

As long as you promise me to replace the TV with an LCD one, I'll make an exception and give you a pistol, okay? "

The man with the disfigured face said calmly.

However, Ziliang's expression looked a little painful.

"Well, why does the fourth point feel completely different from the previous three-point painting style?" he asked.

"Ah? Is there any? Oh, don't worry about it. Anyway, you agree or disagree." As he said this, the guy took out a piece of paper. Ziliang took it and took a look. It was still a decent one. 'Contractual document'.

The title name is.

[Commitment to update entertainment equipment in the guard room]

"If you agree, just sign below. As long as you sign, I will send you to the villa now, and then give you a gun. How about it?"

Ziliang looked down at the paper, then looked up at the strange man in front of him.

"Hey, this fourth rule of yours must have been added by yourself just now," he yelled.

(I have already figured out the killing method, huh, you scumbags!)