I Develop A Detective Game And The Police Call Me To File

PDD leaned over and found that the back of the corpse's head was smashed to a bloody mess, and there were still many red and white things sticking to the hair, and a huge stench began to spread.

"vomit!"

PDD couldn't hold back, and immediately turned around and vomited.

He finally understands why many people who are first-time forensic doctors or criminal police officers in TV dramas have physical reactions when they see dead bodies!

This, who can stand it? !

"PDD, you are wasting food, pick it up and eat it!"

"Damn it! I didn't watch the game and vomited, but I was overwhelmed by a sentence upstairs!"

"My mother, this game is so real, I vomited out the last night's dinner!"

"Brother upstairs, according to the digestion of the human body, an overnight meal is about equal to shit!"

...

"Hey, fat man, are you okay?" The cropped man patted PDD on the shoulder.

PDD turned around and glared at the inch-headed man, and corrected: "Fatty is fat, don't add death in front, this is the basic respect for fat! Do you understand?"

"Okay, got it, fat man!"

The inch-cut man shrugged, and suddenly leaned over and asked in his ear: "Look at it, how long did it take for the corpse to die? According to common sense, if the deceased died within a few minutes of our going out, the wound on the back of the head must be There was a lot of bleeding, but the entire lobby and the long table were clean. Moreover, looking carefully at the limbs of the corpse nailed by iron nails, there was almost no blood stains left, which is enough to show that the corpse had died long before that .”

Boss!

PDD immediately looked at the inch-cut man behind him with admiration.

Unexpectedly, the other party hides such a deep level under his unattractive appearance.

Hold this thigh tightly, whoever the murderer is is sure to be stable!

"Fatty!"

The inch-cut man wakes up the intoxicated PDD.

"What's wrong?"

"Let you judge the approximate death time of the corpse."

"Are you sure it's me?"

PDD is dumbfounded.

He can't do anything, how to judge?

"Nonsense, aren't you a forensic doctor? You don't have this level? How did you graduate?!"

I'm a forensic doctor?

PDD was shocked!

"Fuck, brothers, what should I do? I'm an anchor, and I don't have any basic knowledge of forensic science. What should I do?"

"Hurry up and learn offline now, there is still time!"

"Hahaha, are games so professional these days? Without any forensic knowledge, I can't even play suspense games!"

"PDD, take a closer look at the corpse for any spots, feel the stiffness of the joints of the corpse, and roughly judge the temperature of the corpse..."

"Surprised by the forensic science boss!"

Seeing professionals appearing in the barrage area, PDD immediately followed suit.

Soon, a series of relevant judgments were told to the other party.

"If your description is correct, the approximate time for the corpse to die is 4-6 hours."

"OK, thanks brother!"

After getting the data, PDD immediately told the conclusion to the short-haired man.

The inch-cut man frowned and said thoughtfully, "It's 8:32, that means the owner of the hotel was killed between 2:00 and 4:00 in the afternoon!"

Huang Mao sneered and said: "Hehe, what's there to analyze? The explosion was so loud just now, we all ran out! The ones who didn't go, aren't they the murderers?"

"He said that's right. The only ones who didn't go out of the hotel just now were the weirdo and the hotel owner. Now the hotel owner is dead! It can only be done by the weirdo." The sketch artist rarely opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be scalded by cigarette butts Same, very hoarse.

"Let's not talk too much, let's go to the weirdo's room!"

Immediately, a group of people flocked to the second floor, led by the front desk, to room 202 of the weirdo.

The weirdo's room was tightly closed, no matter how everyone knocked on the door, there was no response from inside.

"Damn, get out of the way!"

The driver was quite irritable, and kicked the door abruptly after pulling away the person in front of him.

As a result, the door remained motionless.

The front desk stood up: "Don't kick it, the door has been reinforced because of an accident before; if there is no key, it will be difficult to open it by external force."

"Do you have a spare key?"

"Yes, it's downstairs, I'll get it!"

"Wait, is there anyone going with him?"

Everyone at the scene understood what the driver meant. At this time, everyone was suspicious.

In the end, the woman in jeans accompanied the front desk and went back to the first floor to get the key.

Soon, the two returned.

When the door of room 202 was opened with the spare key, everyone found that there was no one there, and there was no shadow of the weird person at all.

The whole room was even cleaned, it didn't look like someone had lived in it at all.

"It seems that this person has been prepared for a long time! Being so methodical, it doesn't look like killing someone impulsively." The inch-cut man analyzed.

"But...just a few minutes, how did the murderer nail the man to the long table? Could it be...as the notes said, there is a curse?" the yellow-haired girlfriend asked timidly.

"Hey, what are you afraid of, I'm here!"

Huang Mao smiled, and wanted to reach out to stroke his girlfriend's head, but the other party carefully avoided him.

"No matter what, let's call the police first! After all, someone died." The painter suggested.

Seeing that everyone had no objection, the painter picked up the phone in the weirdo's room and prepared to call the police.

But soon, he frowned and his face was gloomy.

Faced with inquiries from the crowd, the artist put down the phone and shook his head to explain to the crowd: "The phone has been tampered with and cannot be dialed at all."

For a while, people panicked.

Their last channel to seek help was completely blocked by the murderer.

"Hunting game, now officially begins!"

"The pouring rain, the bus that was blown up, the power outage, the phone that was destroyed, it's completely hopeless now!"

"Watching my adrenaline rush!"

"PDD, hurry up and C! Show off your aura of dominating LOL back then!"

"Let me tell you, these problems are all small problems!"

"Look at me CARRY!"

PDD coughed twice, organized the language and said: "Everyone listen to me! Regardless of who the murderer is, I think the first thing we need to do is to restore the power first. Try to find a way to restore the phone line, if it is restored, you can make calls! Finally, let's go to the boss's room to check, in case there are other discoveries, or the weird person is hiding inside."

[System prompt: Girl in shirt: Trust +1 (Hint: The higher the trust, the higher the player cooperation of this NPC)]

"Fuck! This game is so well hidden!"

"If it wasn't for Laozi's CARRY, I wouldn't even know there is such a thing as trustworthiness in this game."

"Hey, this shirt girl has a weak sense of existence, and she didn't say a word the whole time. I almost forgot about this person!"

In the game, the degree of trust is actually similar to the degree of favorability. The higher a person's affection for you is, the stronger the trust will be.

In some buttery games, when the trust level is maxed out, that's when you can do whatever you want and do whatever you want.

Similarly, in this game, when NPC's trust in PDD reaches a certain value, PDD can even command NPC to act and so on.

However.

Just after PDD was happy, the entire game screen suddenly turned gray.

[The player fails to choose the murderer within the specified time, and the game fails. Please select the archive to re-enter the game]

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