The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 409 The Wolf and the Sheep

In addition, all the windows are extremely strong, and there is no way to open them.

To sum up, well, although it's a bit old-fashioned, no one can enter this big house, and no one can go out.

it's closed
At this moment, the six surviving people gathered around the dining table.The clock on the wall reads four o'clock in the afternoon.

As for the atmosphere at the table, it can be summed up in one word.

That is --- silence.

Everyone did not communicate with each other. They all put on a posture of contemplation in a tacit understanding, some pinched their chins, and some crossed their fingers. Among them, Mrs. Marple's meditation posture was slightly different. sweater.

Just like that, time passed by.

Finally, Miss Resentment House was the first to break the silence.

"Obviously, we are trapped here, right. But who trapped us here, and what is their purpose? If those people want to play a game with us, or give us some tasks, They should have done something, but it's not normal that we've been sitting here for hours and nothing happened."

"Heh, if we talk about abnormality, I think we are not normal." Sherlock's body did not move, only his mouth quickly muttered: "I have observed each of us. Although I am not Would love to admit, but none of us seem to be 'dumbs', well, we're all smart, and judging by the labels on our backs and the years we said earlier, we're all from the era we remember."

"He's right, I swear, in my time, there would never be such a thing." Mrs. Marple picked up a mobile phone on the table and said.

Uh, that's right, this is their mobile phone. In the bedroom, they thought their mobile phone was taken away, but it was not, because these mobile phones have been placed on the dining table, and of course, they are all dead now.

"Then we all come from different books? Haha, well, I accept this setting. After all, only in this way can I convince myself to accept the scenes outside the window"

Moriarty pursed his lips and said as if he was hyperactive, but what he meant by "those scenes outside the window" was really hard to understand, because every house in this village has a different scene outside the window!

It is as if each bedroom in this house is in a different space. For example, the scene they are in now is a Christmas winter in the countryside, and through the window of the bedroom next door, you can see a big summer in midsummer. In the city, and it is still at a height of dozens of floors, there is a lot of traffic and people outside.

"Yeah, it seems that we can only force ourselves to accept this strange phenomenon." Kudo Shinichi said again: "Of course, I seem to care more about some more intuitive things, that is, since this place is completely closed now, and all The place has been searched, and no one else was found. That is to say, there are only six of us in this big house. Then, how to explain the two corpses? Even if Inspector Polo's death can be explained as "in advance Putting poison in the stomach, how would Kindaichi-san explain it? He could say that he was strangled to death right in front of our eyes, but we didn’t find any trace of the murderer.”

"There's no way to explain it, that's suicide." Ziliang shrugged and took over the conversation.

"Impossible, my intuition tells me that this is definitely a murder, right under our noses, under the watchful eyes of everyone." When Kudo Shinichi said this, he felt a very matching aura emerging from him Come, it seems that he has to say this every now and then.

"Okay, okay, my little detective brother." Ziliang said weakly: "Compared with those two dead people, should we care more about ourselves?"

"Myself? What do you mean?" Resentment House asked.

"What do you mean? Stop pretending to be confused." Ziliang yelled, "Aren't you hungry?"

Having said that, everyone present finally realized this most basic problem. Yes, they haven't eaten for several hours.

Oh, and talking about eating. I know, there is a table of appetizing food in front of them, so why don't these people eat?

Nonsense, if you are in a weird big house, your memory has been wiped out, and there are two dead bodies lying next to you, one of which died of cyanide poisoning. In this case, dare to eat the things in this house Yes, probably only fools.

so.
"Then I'm welcome."

Ziliang looked around and saw that no one was doing anything, so he said this on his own, and then grabbed the chicken leg in front of him and "clanged" and took a bite.

With this mouthful, the people around were dumbfounded.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"Damn, spit it out!"

Ziliang didn't care about this, he closed his eyes, chewed a few mouthfuls with enjoyment, and then swallowed.

"Okay, okay, don't make such a fuss." He waved his hand to signal everyone to calm down: "If some people want to kill us, there is no need to poison the food at all, as long as it is like [Detective Polo] 】In that case, just give us the cyanide capsules, it will be fine. Even, he doesn’t have to go through a lot of trouble to move us to this place, and just kill us all when we are unconscious, how convenient it is. "

Sherlock frowned: "The theory is valid, but it doesn't match the facts, because [Polo] and [Kintianichi] did die in front of us."

"That may be because they have to die in front of us." Zi Liang took another bite of the chicken leg and said, "Maybe someone wants us to see their death and racked their brains for it."

"you mean"

"That's right, it's a game, a performance, or a competition." Ziliang continued, "Our purpose here is, in all likelihood, to let everyone kill each other, or to find out some kind of secret, or something like that." There is a murderer. You see, there are eight people here, enough delicious food, eight luxurious living rooms, this is for us, such a big deal, it is impossible for us to just shout: Wow, it is amazing!, Then it would be too cheap if Gaba died in one fell swoop.”

"Well, it seems to make sense." Kudo Shinichi also squeezed his chin and nodded: "A [Snowstorm Villa]-style detective game. Among us, there are wolves and sheep. This is a contest, and the winner is here." Eat meat happily, the loser will die!"

"That's right!" Ziliang said with a smile, "That's right, and our [Detective Boluo] and [Little Friend Jin Tian] are obviously the ones who died."

As he said that, he swallowed the chicken leg in his mouth and smacked his mouth when he was satisfied.

Then, as he said just now, he clicked. He died.

(End of this chapter)