My Iyashikei Game

The door of the hotel has been closed, and everyone who should come seems to have arrived.

Everyone sat around the dining table, looking at the corpse whose brains had been dug out under the black cloth.

"The murderer is among us. I hope that he will not make unnecessary struggles, let alone have a fluke, and take the initiative to stand up and admit that it is good for everyone. If we catch it, it will not be a simple punishment.

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With his hands outstretched, the policeman propped up the dining table. He was the only person standing in the house, condescendingly glanced at the other tourists, as if to show his authority.

"Why are you so sure that the murderer is among us?" The middle-aged screenwriter kept questioning the police officer: "Is it possible for the murderer to leave the hotel directly after the murder?"

"No." The hotel owner shook his head in poor health: "Since the black mist enveloped the hotel, the hotel has become only accessible but not able to leave. Everyone who enters the hotel and then leaves will be caught by something in the black fog. Kill, I don't know what that is, let's call it unknown for now.

'Then let's think about it from another angle, why did the murderer kill him? What is the relationship between the murderer and the deceased? What is the motive for the murderer? Why did the murderer steal the brain of the deceased?" When he was under the authority of the staff, he stood up and made a different voice in the hotel.

"Maybe we can check the clothes of the deceased and the room he lived in before, maybe we can get something out of it." Han Fei, who pretended to be laughing wildly, said. He and the middle-aged screenwriter seemed to know each other in advance and cooperated with each other.

"No problem, that's what I thought too." The policeman asked everyone to come over, and in front of everyone, he checked the clothes of the deceased little by little.

"The fatal injury to the deceased came from the head. He may have been hit by a blunt object first, and then the murderer removed the back of his head and hollowed out his brain. This method of death is indeed very special. The murderer may be a mutant who likes to collect human organs.

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'Can't be an organ collector. The middle-aged screenwriter interrupted the police officer: "If it is a pervert who likes to collect human brains, then he will definitely not attack the head, because it will destroy his collection.

"You sound like a very professional person" There was no dissatisfaction in the officer's words, but his smile made people feel uncomfortable: comfortable.

"The other party is wearing the uniform of the park staff, and the murderer may also kill him brutally in order to avenge the park." The screenwriter challenged the authority of the police officer. He walked to the table and "assisted" the police officer to search the body.

This small move made the atmosphere in the house more dignified, but the screenwriter didn't care. He seemed to do it on purpose to prevent the police from dominating the situation.

After rummaging for a while, the police and screenwriter took out a park work permit from the pocket of the deceased. The portrait on the ID card had no face, and the body was blurred. The overall outline did not look like the deceased, but more like someone else.

"This is not the certificate of the deceased."

"Why didn't his documents show up in his pocket, did the murderer put it in?"

Under the circumstance of not destroying the scene as much as possible, the police and the screenwriter found half a park ticket, a suicide note, a blood-stained lollipop, and a damaged knife on the body.

"The suicide note that he had a premonition that he would die

Is it?" The police officer opened the suicide note and read: "If I die before the night comes, please don't continue to investigate, just treat me as suicide, don't suspect each other, only in this way will there be more people. can live. In fact, you have already got what you want, don't touch what you shouldn't touch, otherwise it will be your turn next. "

"The brain was dug out, and it was actually said to be suicide, which is most likely left by the murderer." "Not necessarily." The screenwriter thought about it and did not touch the body again.

The policeman didn't feel anything. He unbuttoned the deceased's coat, and was surprised to find that there was a playing card hidden in the deceased's sleeve, which happened to be a clown card.

'Playing Card Magician' He glanced at the magician, then continued to rummage. The deceased did not struggle before dying, his hands were intact, no human debris remained in his fingernails, and there were no other abrasions and small wounds on his body, look It seemed that an acquaintance committed the crime, and he was attacked without any defense. "What is this?" He laughed wildly and pointed at the neck of the deceased. The other party was wearing a very strange pendant, and two blood-red flowers were intertwined. At the same time rooted on a tombstone.

"It's just a pendant." After the police officer answered casually, he took off the deceased's coat. He wanted to see the deceased's back.

As the corpse was turned, a sound came from the deceased's head. Everyone looked towards the hollowed-out back of the deceased's head, and a mass of blood-stained paper rolled out, just touching the black box next to the corpse.

"Don't move!" The policeman's expression was serious, and he didn't let other people interfere. He carefully unfolded the paper ball. The text on it was cut from newspapers and documents, and was put together by a special door.

"I built a hotel in my head, with ten guests in it, thieves, robbers, ambitious people, children, relatives and people I wanted to be." The personalities are different, and I have been watching them all the time. Until one day, the despair in my mind overwhelmed all my memories, and I fell into the deep water, feeling suffocated every moment."

"I was forced to reach out to them, but no one was willing to save me, all they saw was themselves."

"I died in my mind, my soul was scattered, and even my memory was smashed to pieces.

A black mist floats over the sea of ​​despair, and the thick sea is about to overflow the hotel, and a new me will be born among ten guests. "

"But I only have one, but there are ten guests."

"All souls are equal, let you choose who I am." Put the other party's name into the black box, and the guest with the fewest votes will become part of the black fog.

After reading the words on the blood paper, Han Fei secretly felt bad.

The murderer probably meant that only one of ten people could survive, but instead of letting everyone choose the one with the most votes, he eliminated the people who didn't get the votes round by round!

Everyone will watch the people around them die until the end.

'I seem to understand what the deceased's suicide note wants to express. As long as the ten of us choose each other, everyone can live. "Women are very gentle and kind." That's right, but don't forget, the murderer is also among us! He certainly wouldn't do this, if ten of us choose each other, and the one who matches the murderer, He must die!" the policeman said with great certainty.

So the key to the problem now is to find the murderer first. "The screenwriter frowned, he always felt that the game was not that simple.