Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 22 Confessions of the Dead
Regardless of the piercing pain all over his body, Zhen Cheng took advantage of the situation and fled to the corridor on the left side of the first floor by two rolls, secretly praying in his heart not to break a bone.

Quite paradoxically, this luck did not lead her in the worst direction.After running, she felt that except for some difficulty in breathing, her whole body was not seriously injured.

She ran all the way, hearing the chaotic footsteps chasing after her.Fortunately, the abnormality of consciousness did not seem to be able to completely solve the leg problem of the old Mr. Epilens.She judged that the other party should not be able to catch up with her.

At this moment, she suddenly swept across the corner of the eye as she passed the servant's room, and crossed the line of sight of a woman who was not well-dressed and who seemed to be no better than herself.After a moment's astonishment, she continued to run towards the stairs...

After a while, Navis from the servant's room also came out.Looking to the left, Zhen Cheng was no longer on the stairs at the side of the mansion.Looking to the right, the corridor leading to the foyer is empty.

After nervously looking around, Navis took the soaked rag and walked towards the hall, his steps light as a ghost.

From Zhen Cheng's fleeting expression, Nevis was keenly aware that something unexpected had happened, which made her involuntarily become more careful.

But her goal is clear.The living room, the first room on the right hand side of the hall.If nothing else, there should be clues left by the detective there.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this judgment seems to lack critical logic, but the contestants are all experts in the field.They were all well aware of the traditions of detective work a hundred years ago and the customs of the nobility at that time.

When a detective is invited or assigned to intervene in the investigation or assistance of a respectable family, it is customary for the host to vacate the living room as a temporary office.Such things are never uncommon, perhaps due to the chaotic tone that transcendental forces set for the underlying rules of the world.

With such a clear purpose, she didn't even look at the apparently new bloodstains on the walls of the second floor of the hall.

The reason is very simple.The anomalous unfolding that occurs in the game is clearly there for you to see, and no one is rushing to wipe the blood dry after she misses it.But as for the clues to unlock the historical truth, that is the resource that every contestant is vying for.

In Navis' worrying assumption, at this moment, it is very likely that the fourth player [Detective] Hu Fabao has found the meeting room in advance because of the information provided by his role, and is destroying the information he has already mastered alone.

Of course, this is also because the angle of looking up prevents her from seeing the [Detective] actor she intends to track down, who is standing in the corridor on the second floor of the corpse.

Although he didn't see any monitoring equipment and lacked Zhen Cheng's knowledge of the extraordinary world, Navis still didn't think that any development in the game would be beyond the organizer's control from the very beginning.Naturally, the blood on the second floor was understood as a new clue.

The door of the reception room opened as soon as it was pushed, and the inside was in a mess.If it weren't for the fact that there are too many doors in the whole house, other players should have discovered something strange here in the morning.

Under the careful arrangement of the organizers, it seems that a specific moment in history has been restored here.The open bolt hole on the door frame, the bed sheet that was half pulled off and fell on the ground, and the seat that was turned inward made Ms. Navis quickly restore the scene that happened in her mind.

The person sitting on the desk beside the door was busy with something, and suddenly there was a violent crash on the locked door.The people in the house jumped up and tried to block the door, but were hit by the door that happened to be knocked open, and fell back into the room.

In the process, his body brought down the chair, and in a hurry, he tore off half of the sheet.Then……

Was taken by the ankle and dragged out of the room?
Her gaze rested on the short, parallel marks on the wooden floor that were clearly scratched by fingernails.Such traces are unlikely to remain in a century of wind and rain.She can see it now, which shows that the organizer of the renovation of the mansion deliberately restored this detail on the floor, in order to convey what information to the players...

and many more!

Navis suddenly realized a problem.

She originally went to the living room because she assumed that there were clues left by the [Detective].But the traces left in the room contradicted the identity of the [Detective].It stands to reason that the only one who would hide in the room and be dragged away by the broken door should be the [victim]!

Could it be that [Detective] is equal to [Victim]?Or is it that my inference is wrong, and the one who has been hiding in the reception room is not the [Detective] but the [Victim]?or……

Swiping away the paradox of participating in the player's identity arrangement in his mind, and thinking of the fantasy-like thrilling encounter just now, Navis had a not-so-good idea.

Could it be that more than one person died in the murder case that happened in the mansion a hundred years ago?
To find out this question, there is a very simple way, Nevis turned his attention to the desk next to the door.There are signs that the occupants of the room should have been sitting at their desks at work when the door was knocked open.This also means that what is left on the table is likely to identify the person who was dragged away.

An unfamiliar instrument the size of three laptops stacked on top of one another lay on the table, and several unmarked tapes were scattered around.Nevis didn't know the device, but she had experienced the days when tapes were still used, and she quickly put on her headphones and played the tape in the machine:
"So, do you plead guilty?" A slightly cold young male voice.

After 20 seconds of silence, a female voice with a gentle but distorted voice replied: "Yes, I killed her. I covered her mouth and nose with a rag and didn't let go until she fell down. It took a full 5 minutes." time……"

"As a maid, why did you kill your own lady?"

"Because I love her."

Five seconds of blankness.

"Your answer is illogical. If you think you can protect the real murderer by sacrificing yourself..."

The young man was interrupted before he could finish speaking.The gentle female voice became extraordinarily distorted, as if her mental state was not normal: "This world is cruel, isn't it? She is a pure child, she should not bear this, she should go to a better place."

Actually... was deceived.

Zhen Cheng's words and deeds at that time flashed through his mind, and Navis wanted to grit his teeth and laugh at the same time.But now is not the time to laugh.If you want to "reappear history", I am afraid that time is running out.

She took off her earphones, and looked at the other tapes scattered on the table and the rags she had just put down, wondering whether she still had enough time to figure out more historical truths.At this moment, a mellow and elegant voice like a musical instrument sounded at the door:

"What are you doing here?"

Looking up hastily, Navis saw a silver-haired girl who was so beautiful that she was looking at him with alienated eyes.

(End of this chapter)