The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 424 The Murderer Is You!
Ziliang thought about it again.

"But why do I need to sign this letter of commitment? I don't even know who you are, and what's the point of this game of murdering each other, and finally, uh, what does this 'guard room' mean? "He asked a series of questions.

The disfigured face looked impatient: "Why do you have so many questions? You will know the meaning of this game sooner or later. As for what the guard room is, you don't have to worry about it, and why do you need to sign for the reconstruction? You don't have to worry about it, you Just sign it now."

With that said, Disfigured Face took out a pen and stuffed it into Ziliang's hand.

Ziliang hesitated, this series of developments made him completely confused, but if he really had a gun in his hand, it seemed pretty good.

so---

"Well—by the way, the killing tools you mentioned should probably have a category?" Ziliang asked.

The disfigured face nodded: "Of course, the category is. I think I can give it to you, so I will give it to you"

"In other words, we can only give some props designed to kill people, but not the kind of killing weapons that can easily kill people directly, such as 'guns'. In other words, I want something that can make people die Medications for transient amnesia, hypnotics, cyanide capsules, etc., are fine, right?"

"That's almost what it means, that is, if the murderer can prepare in advance, I can give you, but you are very special, as long as you sign, I will give you a gun, the kind with bullets, and then You just go back, jump off the rest of the people, and quickly end this silly game, this is a good deal." The disfigured face said, pointing to the 'Guard Room Renewal Commitment Letter' again .

"Well, it sounds quite tempting." Ziliang responded, "So... I won't sign it."

As Ziliang said, he put the letter of commitment beside the bed.

"Ah? Why?" The person on the opposite side looked puzzled. Don't worry about how Ziliang saw the puzzlement on his face. Ziliang didn't know, but he even saw that person's expression. Anxious, with an expression of wanting to flip the table depressed.

"Give me a gun, hehe, such an obvious good thing is like giving me a cheat, but anyone with a little common sense will definitely not agree, haven't you heard of that kind of story? Devil I always like to use some beautiful things to lure others to take the bait, in fact, that beautiful thing is a bomb wrapped in candy, so I will not be fooled by you." Ziliang said confidently.

"Hey, where do you hear this kind of story?" The man yelled with a bitter face, "I promise I'm not some devil, so are you going to sign or not?"

"If you don't sign, you've got this face on your face. If you say you're not a devil, who will believe you?"

"Ah~" The person opposite lowered his head and sighed: "I knew it would not be so easy. I even suspect that you don't have amnesia at all. You go to this game just to watch the excitement."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing." The disfigured face said with disdain: "Okay, okay, tell me what you want quickly, and get out of here after you finish talking."

Ziliang nodded: "Okay, then, I will"

There was a sudden trance.

Ziliang came back to his senses, the window was still in front of him, the sea outside the window was still whistling, and the handwriting on the beach had been washed away by the tide and could not be read. But this can also be confirmed, In fact, the daze I just felt didn't last long.

Strange to say, not only did Ziliang not feel scared when he saw the guy with severe burns on his face, he didn't even feel the feeling of "appearing in another place suddenly and then coming back suddenly". Too much panic, like he's felt this way before.

Well, now is not the time to think about these things, after all, the handwriting on the beach should not be written casually for fun, so the top priority now is to find a way to get rid of those who have been pretending to be vulnerable, but in fact are full of people. A dangerous woman with a calculating stomach——Mrs. Jane Marple.

As for why she is said to be dangerous, everyone must have known it, yes, Sherlock died in her hands!

So Ziliang turned around and walked out of his bedroom.

Since Ziliang has not been away for too long, the living room at this moment is no different from when Ziliang left. Moriarty and Mrs. Marple are still surrounded by Sherlock's body. It seems that they are still trying to unravel Xialock's body. The secret of Locke's disappearance.

Of course, it just looks.

"Hey, what did you think of?" Ziliang walked over and asked.

"Oh? Didn't you say you want to go back to sleep?" Moriarty asked intentionally or unintentionally.

"Yeah, yeah, I wanted to sleep." Ziliang muttered: "But you also know that people always like to think wildly before going to bed, and I also have problems, so I just lay on the bed and thought. , Suddenly, I figured it out."

"Oh?" Marple was taken aback: "You think of the person who killed Sherlock?"

Ziliang smiled and nodded: "Yeah, I thought about it, of course, and at the same time I also thought about where Sherlock was hiding before, and how he disappeared."

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became quiet, only Sherlock was still breathing slightly cold.

"Then why did you come out? Could it be that you want to tell us about this?" Mrs. Marple asked with a frown.

And her doubts and subtext are also obvious, that is——"The person who killed Sherlock is obviously Moriarty, because she is an old lady herself, and she has no ability to commit crimes at all, so according to the rules From the looks of it, Ziliang's goal now is how to deal with Moriarty, so he should hurry up and think of a plan in the room. '

Oh, of course, when Mrs. Marple said this, she just followed Ziliang's behavior, because she also concluded that the object of Sherlock's suspicion must be Moriarty, because, if the person he suspects is In his own words, he should have received the message from the window, so it is even more impossible for him to come out and say to everyone, 'Ah, I already want to know who the murderer is! 'It's such a stupid thing to say.

So in summary, Mrs. Marple thinks——Ziliang didn't even guess that the murderer was himself, and he just wanted to deceive himself.

"Hehe——he's still too young after all." This sentence was exactly what Mrs. Marple was laughing at at the moment.

Immediately afterwards, she was a little surprised to see Ziliang turned his face to herself.

"The murderer is you—Jane Marple!"

(End of this chapter)