The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 421 Snow

Well, in Ziliang's way of thinking, he still thinks that after so long, there has been no change. Could it be that the organizer of this game has already arrived? In fact, he is sitting on a chair in the living room, waiting for someone Push open the door and startle.

Those mysterious people like this way of appearance, as if appearing in front of someone actively will make them feel like a fucking loser.

However, Sherlock who suddenly appeared in front of him was really beyond his expectation.

Oh, what surprised Ziliang wasn't because he disappeared and then appeared again.

It's the state he was in when he appeared.
Sherlock's state at the moment is dead.

Uh, yes, Sherlock is dead, and it can be confirmed just by looking at it, because his body is lying upright in the middle of the dining table, and there is a knife stuck in his chest.

It took Ziliang nearly a second to regain his composure, which was considered a long time for him.

"Oh, it's fucking annoying." He muttered, and then cleared his throat helplessly: "Cough, cough cough. Kill—people—!!"

1 minutes later.

【Mrs. Marple】

【Moriarty】

【Ziliang】

Three people gathered around Sherlock's body.

"Well, it seems that our guess is correct. It was Kudo Shinichi who killed the resentful house, so Shinichi became the murderer, but Sherlock had already noticed his modus operandi, so Shinichi also became the murderer. Sherlock's prey," said Moriarty.

"Looking at what it looks like now, Sherlock's tricks should have been seen through, and that person also succeeded in killing Sherlock!" Mrs. Marple then finished the second half of the sentence.

"So the murderer who killed Sherlock is among us?" Ziliang said.

For a moment, the three surviving people immediately looked at each other.

"Hehe, this is interesting, because we have verified the rules of the game before, as long as Sherlock is left alone, the game will no longer be able to go on. This is good for everyone, but how could it be possible? Someone went to great lengths to find Sherlock and killed him? And if the rules of the game we speculate are wrong, then Sherlock doesn't have to hide at all, these two possibilities are contradictory."

Mrs. Marple nodded: "Maybe, someone thought of Sherlock's murder method the moment Sherlock disappeared, so the organizer has already given [xxdead—or—you dead] information, Which resulted in one of the two of you having to find Sherlock and kill him."

"Hey, hey, old lady, I have tolerated you for a long time, what do you mean 'one of you two', why did you pick yourself out so naturally!" Ziliang said very rudely .

Mrs. Marple also shrugged her shoulders indifferently: "Oh, I'm sorry, because I know the murderer is definitely not me, so I subconsciously listed the two of you as suspects, but even if I didn't say that, then The possibility of me being the murderer is also the lowest, because I can't move this guy at all. Although I can walk, it doesn't mean that I can carry a dead body of an adult and run around the house."

"Indeed, the dead body of an adult is not just a matter of weight. When all the muscles are inactive, the blood will gradually accumulate to the lowest point, and the range of motion of the joints is also difficult to carry. In fact, a 100-jin person If it’s dead, it will be very laborious for you to find a person with a bench press strength of 150 jins to carry it, at least, I don’t think Mrs. Marple has such strength at all.”

Moriarty stared at Ziliang and said in a calm tone.

"Oh, look at your eyes, don't tell me, you think I'm the murderer." Ziliang asked with his eyes blank.

"Come on, now the two of us are the most suspects. With my memory, I'm pretty sure if I've done anything like 'murder' without being drugged."

Ziliang shook his head helplessly: "Okay, but it's a coincidence that my memory is not to the point where I would forget someone who killed me, so now I think you are the murderer."

Seeing Ziliang attacking him, Moriarty was not angry, but just smiled: "Hehe, well, it doesn't matter, no matter who among us kills Sherlock, anyway, from now on, as long as any of us kills Sherlock." It’s good not to think about it, because whoever solves the murder case will become the next target, so if none of us solve it, then it will be fine.”

"No!" Marple interrupted suddenly: "I don't think this is a situation where nothing happens if you do nothing. Imagine that there are only two people who kill Sherlock when they know the rules of the game. There is one possibility... that is... either he is sure that none of us can guess his method of killing, or he is sure that he can kill everyone else!"

An uncomfortable atmosphere permeated the air.

Ziliang stared at Moriarty: "Hehe, it seems quite reasonable to say it this way, that is to say, if Mrs. Marple doesn't have the qualifications to be a murderer, then the two of us are here now and it's not you who dies." , is the point where I die?"

unexpectedly
"No, no, no." Moriarty sat down, shook his hands and said, "I don't think so, after all, I am a very kind person, and I don't want to kill people everywhere, so we don't need to kill each other, actually. As long as you hand over the key to open the door of this villa, then I will definitely leave without looking back, as for what the final winner of this game can get, I don't care what do you think, how about it?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene once again fell into another silence.

Uh. As for the reason for the silence, it is because at this moment, everyone knows that the key to open the door of this villa is in the hands of someone.

ah?You ask why you know.
The reason is simple, because of Sherlock's body.

His body was... very hard.And this kind of hardness is not due to the rigor that has been dead for too long, but is frozen hard.

Yes, it is frozen hard, like a piece of meat that has just been taken out of the freezer layer of the refrigerator, with icicles on it. This degree of freezing is not like extinguishing the fire in the fireplace It can be frozen out, but it must be placed in a world of ice and snow at minus 20 degrees, and it will be frozen for at least a few hours before it will appear.

And just look at the snow piling up outside the window.
Apparently, Sherlock's body had been there.

(End of this chapter)