All Worlds Madhouse

Ziliang thought about it again.

"But why does this commitment letter need my signature? I don't even know who you are. Also, what's the point of your game of murdering each other? Finally, uh, what does this 'janitor's room' mean? "He asked a series of questions.

The disfigured face looked impatient: "Why do you have so many questions? Sooner or later you will know the meaning of this game. As for what the guard room is, you don't need to worry about it. Why do you need to sign for the renovation? You don't need to worry about it either. You Just sign it quickly."

With that said, Disfigured Face took out a pen and put it into Ziliang's hand.

Ziliang hesitated. This series of developments made him confused at all, but if he really had a gun in his hand, it seemed good.

so---

"Well - by the way, the killing tools you mentioned should probably have a category, right?" Ziliang asked.

The disfigured face nodded: "Of course, the category is. If I think I can give it to you, I will give it to you."

"In other words, we can only give some props designed to kill people, but they cannot be the kind of murder weapons that can easily kill people directly, such as 'guns'. In other words, I want something that can make people Drugs for temporary amnesia, hypnotic reagents, cyanide capsules, etc. are all fine, right?"

"That's pretty much what it means. I can give you whatever the murderer can prepare in advance. But you are very special. As long as you sign, I will give you a gun, the kind with bullets, and then You just go back, kill everyone else, and quickly end this stupid game. This business is not a loss." Disfigured Face said, pointing to the 'Guarantee Room Entertainment Facilities Update Commitment' again. .

"Well, it sounds quite tempting." Ziliang responded: "So, I won't sign."

Ziliang said and put the promise letter next to the bed.

"Ah? Why?" The person opposite had a puzzled look on his face. Don't worry about how Zi Liang could see the confusion on his face. Zi Liang didn't know, but he even saw the expression on that person's face. He was so angry and depressed that he wanted to flip the table over.

"Give me a gun, haha. Such an obvious good thing is like giving me a plug-in prop. Anyone with some common sense will definitely not agree. Haven't you heard that story? Devil You always like to use some beautiful things to lure others, but in fact, that beautiful thing is a bomb wrapped in candy, so I will not be bewitched by you." Ziliang said with confidence.

"Hey, where did you hear such stories?" The man yelled with a grimace: "I promise I'm not a devil, so will you sign or not?"

"If you don't sign, you look like this. Who will believe you when you say you're not a devil?"

"Alas~" The man opposite lowered his head and sighed: "I knew it wouldn't be so easy. I even doubted that you didn't have amnesia at all. You just went to this game to watch the fun."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing." He said disdainfully with a disfigured face: "Okay, okay, tell me what tools you want, and then get out of here."

Ziliang nodded: "Okay, then, I want it."

There was a sudden trance.

Ziliang came back to his senses. The window was still in front of him. The sea water outside the window was still roaring, and the writings on the beach had been washed away by the tide and were unrecognizable. But this can also confirm, In fact, the daze I just felt didn't last long.

Strangely enough, Ziliang not only didn't feel scared after seeing the guy with severely burned skin on his face, he didn't even have the feeling of suddenly appearing in another place and then suddenly coming back. Too much panic, like he'd experienced this feeling before.

Well, now is not the time to think about this. After all, those writings on the beach should not have been written casually for fun. Therefore, the top priority now is to find a way to get rid of the group that has been pretending to be a vulnerable group, but in fact is full of A dangerous and calculating woman——Mrs. Jane Marple.

As for why she is said to be dangerous, everyone must already know it. Yes, Sherlock died in her hands!

So, Ziliang turned around and walked out of his bedroom.

Since Ziliang had not been away for too long, the living room at this moment was no different from when Ziliang left. Moriarty and Mrs. Marple were still surrounding Sherlock's body. It seemed that they were still trying to solve Sherlock's body. The secret of Locke's disappearance.

Of course, it just seems.

"Hey, have you thought of anything?" Ziliang walked over and asked.

"Oh? Didn't you say you wanted to go back and take a nap?" Moriarty asked intentionally or unintentionally.

"Yes, yes, I originally wanted to take a nap." Ziliang muttered: "But you also know that people always like to think wildly before going to bed. I also have a problem, so I just lie in bed and think. , suddenly, I figured it out.”

"Oh?" Marple was stunned: "Have you thought of the person who killed Sherlock?"

Ziliang smiled and nodded: "Yes, I thought about it, of course. At the same time, I also thought about where Sherlock was hiding before, and how he disappeared."

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became quiet, with only Sherlock still feeling a slight chill.

"Then why did you come out? Do you want to tell us about this?" Mrs. Marple asked with a frown.

And her doubts and subtext are also very obvious, that is - "The person who killed Sherlock is obviously Moriarty, because she is an old lady herself and has no ability to commit crimes at all, so according to the rules It seems that Ziliang's goal now should be how to deal with Moriarty, so he should hurry up and think about a plan in the room. ’

Oh, of course, Mrs. Marple said this just following Ziliang's behavior, because she also concluded that the person Sherlock suspected must be Moriarty, because if the person he suspected was In his own words, he should have received the message outside the window, so he would be even less likely to come out and tell everyone, 'Ah, I have figured out who the murderer is! ’ Such stupid talk.

So to sum up, Mrs. Marple thinks that Ziliang didn't guess that the murderer was him at all, he just wanted to deceive himself.

"Haha - you are still too young after all." This sentence was exactly the inner ridicule of Mrs. Marple at this moment.

Then, she was a little surprised when she saw Ziliang turning his face towards her.

"The murderer is you - Jane Marple!"