All Worlds Madhouse

Ziliang just has no memory, but this does not mean that he has no common sense.

So he realized almost instantly that Marple's head was shattered by a gun.

Yes, gun!

Ziliang turned his head blankly, and then looked at Professor Moriarty with a surprised look on his face holding a pistol in his hand. It was obvious that the bullet just now was shot from this gun.

But where did he get the gun?

Also, why did this guy kill Mrs. Marple?

Ziliang hesitated for a second: "Well, okay, it seems that you have already thought that Mrs. Marple is the murderer, right?" At the same time, he also thought to himself: "Could it be that this guy also saw that Burned people? However, according to the rules, if I find out Marple's murder method first, then other people should not get the information anymore. Otherwise, [Inspector Polo] would have died long ago. We should have known this before. Also, why did he have a gun? Did he sign some kind of commitment letter? No, when I looked at that commitment letter, no one signed it at all, and when I woke up After that, we came to the living room. Even if Moriarty wanted to sign, he had no chance. But what happened to the gun? The most important thing is: why did he kill Mrs. Marple? "

For a moment, countless speculations flashed through Ziliang's mind, but none of them had the possibility of being established.

"Are you surprised?" Moriarty said lightly.

"Of course he is surprised. No matter who he is, he should be surprised when he suddenly sees a person's head blooming, right?" Ziliang replied calmly, but his heart was not as relaxed as he showed on his face, because Mori Artie's gun was already pointed at himself.

"Oh, so, you lost this game again." Moriarty said.

Ziliang frowned: "I lost? Again?"

"Yes, you always want to prove that you are better at committing crimes than me, but obviously, you are not. Oh, about the word 'again', I think you can guess it, right - ——The two of us have played several games, but unfortunately, you lost them all."

Ziliang frowned: "What are you talking about? There are so many games, and what the hell is it if I lose?"

Moriarty sighed: "Huh, to be honest, I have explained this problem five times, so I don't want to explain it anymore, and I am really tired of it."

"Uh--" Zi Liang hummed in a long voice. He was completely confused and couldn't even understand what Moriarty was saying: "What do you mean when you say you're tired of playing?"

Moriarty smiled: "That's what it means."

The words have not yet finished.

With a "Bang!" sound, a bullet passed directly through Ziliang's heart.

Moreover, Ziliang didn't seem to have the bonus of the [Blood of Tithonos] at this moment. His wounds did not heal, but he leaned back and fell into a pool of blood.

at the same time.

"Ah!" Ziliang woke up suddenly, and a light that was not very dazzling shone directly into his eyes. Ziliang squinted his eyes, and then found that he seemed to be lying on a bed in a certain hospital.

He sat up.

This is a small ward, with a bed next to it, but it is empty at the moment. Opposite the bed is a window, and outside the window, there is nothing - white.

Ziliang shook his head, then stood up and walked out of the ward.

His mind was still a little confused. It felt like he had just slept for a long time. And it stands to reason that if a person had just experienced a shooting, and then opened his eyes, he would find himself in a strange environment. He would be a little panicked to some extent, but Ziliang didn't seem to be too afraid of this hospital, and even felt inexplicably familiar with it.

At the end of the corridor, there was a staircase extending downwards. Ziliang followed his own consciousness and was about to walk there.

However, there was a room just at the edge of the stairs, and Ziliang happened to pass there.

At first glance, this room should be a kitchen, because facing the door is a long row of stoves, and various kitchen utensils are hung all over the wall. However, when you take a second look, you will find that This place is a bit like a morgue, because, just on the other side of the pots and pans, there is a large platform, and at the moment, there is a corpse lying on it.

Okay, I know this combination of corpses and kitchens is a bit scary, but it's hard for Ziliang to pay attention to this at this moment, because what he pays attention to is a person. This man was standing next to the corpse, dressed in a chef's uniform with all seriousness, but the knife in his hand was carefully cutting the thigh meat of the corpse. If you think about that scene for a moment, you will know how complicated it is. Crazy.

The man seemed to see Ziliang standing at the door and raised his head.

"Hi, are you awake?" The man even took the initiative to say hello to Ziliang: "Lost again?"

Ziliang frowned: "Lost again?"

The man looked at Ziliang's dull and bewildered expression and smiled: "Haha - well, it seems you have to wait a while."

As he said that, the man lowered his head and continued to cut his body. Oh, speaking of which, the man also took out a lollipop from the side and put it in his mouth.

Ziliang shook his head, still feeling dizzy. He didn't even ask who this person was or where he was. He just walked downstairs in a daze.

As soon as he arrived on the first floor, he saw a skinless 'big dog' with an exposed brain crawling past him. There is no need to describe that image. In short, it is as scary as possible, and that The big dog ignored him and walked past him.

"Hey, lost again?" A voice suddenly came.

Ziliang turned around and saw a little girl who looked quite cute, if you didn't pay attention to the other big dog lying next to her, which was about 1 meter tall and even more terrifying in appearance.

"Looking at you like this, you must have really lost again." The little girl said.

Ziliang rubbed his head: "What does losing mean?"

"Ah? Haven't you remembered yet?" The little girl replied: "Whatever, Freddy's LCD TV has been found this time. Oh, by the way, remember to find time to come to my laboratory. "

"Why are we going to your laboratory?" Ziliang asked subconsciously.

"You've given your body to me for 24 hours, don't be shy." After saying that, the little girl actually took out a piece of paper.

[Commitment letter to transfer the right to use the body]

[I (Ziliang) promise to hand over my body to ‘Shirley Platinum’ to serve as experimental supplies for 24 hours, within the time limit, to fully cooperate with the other party, to do my best without any complaints! 】

There is also a signature below, which reads - Ziliang.