Infinite weird games

Chapter 82 Hopeless Sea (Thirteen) Murderer-The Murderer

The way back does not have the clock tower as a landmark like when we came here. The two-story hotel is easily hidden in the coconut grove, making it difficult to determine the direction.

Qisi walked back along the route he remembered, and faintly smelled a faint smell of blood.

He turned without leaving a trace, pushed aside the forest leaves on both sides, bypassed several sand dunes, and stopped at the place where the smell of blood was the strongest, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

It was a small piece of sand not covered by coconut palms, and in the center lay a young man wearing a black sweatshirt. He didn't know how long he had been lying here, and a pool of blood had accumulated under his body, dyeing the sand into a scarlet color.

Chang Xu took the lead and squatted down beside the young man, stretched out his hand and breathed: "He is dead."

After waiting another ten seconds to make sure there was no danger, Qisi approached, stopped outside the outline of the pool of blood, and looked down at the body on the ground: "Looking at the coagulation of the blood, he has been dead for more than three hours."

The young man is handsome and not the type that leaves a deep impression on others. His eyes were wide open, his pupils were dilated, and his tongue was hanging from the side of his open mouth. He looked really dead.

Zisi didn't find the handkerchief in his pocket, so he simply stood aside and instructed his teammates: "Turn the person over and take a look. He should have died from the force on his back."

Chang Xu did as he was told.

As he was turning the corpse over, Ziss saw something falling from the head of the corpse. It was clearly broken bone tissue that had been piled together and blurred with blood. It looked really good from the front. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Qisi let out an "ooh": "It was so strong that half of his head was broken. It seems that the murderer is at least a head taller than the deceased."

Chang Xu understood the implication: "You mean, it was a human who killed him? Was it the hands of a player?"

"This is just my guess." Ziss doesn't like to speak in full, as that would easily overwhelm his credibility.

He analyzed in a casual tone: "Two people died last night. One of them disappeared directly, and the other was bitten to death by a fish monster. His death method did not fit any of them. Also, Gao Musheng and Xu The floor of Maochun’s room is full of seawater, but here it is dry, and there is no salty smell left by the evaporation of seawater.”

Chang Xu realized something and frowned: "Why did the murderer want to kill him? Is it because of the side mission?"

"Who knows? It could be murder and wealth..." Qisi looked at the direction of the hotel in his memory and joked, "It could also be that we met before, grudge game."

Chang Xu didn't find it funny at all.

Once someone takes the initiative and kills other players, the zero-sum game nature of the copy will be exposed, and the balanced situation finally achieved will be broken. Everyone is in danger and hurts each other, which is what he doesn't want to see.

Ziss sighed: "The most troublesome thing is that we don't know who the murderer is."

He suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at Chang Xu: "Brother Chang, have you ever played Werewolf?"

"I have never played it, but I know some of the game mechanics and have watched others play it." Chang Xu recalled, "A game generally consists of twelve players, divided into werewolf and good guy camps. The good guys use their banishment votes and character skills. As the main method, all the werewolves hidden in the crowd need to be eliminated to obtain the final victory; the werewolves hide among them and rely on hunting good people at night and inducing good people to vote incorrectly during the day as a means of victory."

This seemed to have nothing to do with the camp game currently being played by the players. Chang Xu's eyes showed moderate confusion and motioned for Qiss to continue.

"In the collective decision-making of irrational individuals, the probability of accidentally killing a good person is more than half." Qisi concluded with a smile, and asked a meaningful question, "Brother Chang, if everyone believes that I am the mastermind behind the scenes, you Do you believe it?"

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The kitchen is as long and narrow as a monster's corridor, and the unbearable fishy smell lingers in the air like a physical entity. After being in it for a moment, a layer of grease seems to be adsorbed on the skin, causing bursts of itching.

Weird fish bones hang on the wooden walls on both sides, half a person's height, with spines as thick as ribs. If the fish head and tail weren't so distinct, it might give the illusion of human bones.

The deeper you go into the kitchen, the fresher the fish bones become, and some even have uncut meat hanging from them, hanging down like rags.

Zhang Hongfeng and Liu Yuhan explored the depths of the kitchen one after the other. There was a faint sound of gurgling water in front of me, as if I had forgotten to turn off the faucet.

The blood on Zhang Hongfeng's hands was almost dry. The blood mixed with brain matter was thick and sticky on the skin, giving it a cold and sticky touch.

A voice shouted in my head: Go wash your hands! Wash off the blood!

His intuition made sense, and he quickly walked towards the direction where the sound of water flow came from.

Turning the corner, he saw a wash basin with a row of faucets in front of him, which was more attractive than ever.

Only the faucet in the middle was left open, and the water flowed down as if it was not wasted.

Zhang Hongfeng walked to the sink in a few steps, scrubbed his hands vigorously against the water...

From the moment she entered the kitchen, Liu Yuhan had been holding her notebook and following behind Zhang Hongfeng.

She just shook her head and saw the man whose hands were covered with blood running forward like crazy because he didn't know what kind of demon possessed him.

problem occurs!

"Uncle Zhang!" Liu Yuhan called tentatively.

Zhang Hongfeng, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything and continued to move forward, disappearing around the corner in a few seconds.

He was possessed! Liu Yuhan immediately made a judgment, gritted her teeth and chased after him.

She knew that it was unwise to follow Zhang Hongfeng in this situation, as she might be involved, but she still did it.

If she follows him, Zhang Hongfeng still has a chance to survive; if she leaves alone, Zhang Hongfeng will definitely die!

It was her decision to enter the kitchen. If Zhang Hongfeng dies, it will be because of her wrong decision. Once this happens, she will not be able to forgive herself...

After just a few steps, Liu Yuhan was out of breath. Her physical fitness was not good, and her nervousness and fear made her legs weak, making it difficult to move.

Zhang Hongfeng finally appeared in front of him again. This middle-aged man was hunched over and immersed in washing his hands in the sink.

Liu Yuhan walked over and in a panic, her shoulder scraped against the wooden frame nearby.

The sound of "click" was extremely clear in the silence. A rectangular object fell in front of the feet, as if it was tapping on the heart, causing the heart to beat wildly.

Liu Yuhan didn't have time to think, so she subconsciously bent down and picked up the thing.

There is an oil painting embedded in the exquisitely carved frame. A woman in a blue dress is leaning against a half-fish, half-human statue, standing in the middle of the deep black sea. The smile on her face is calm and gentle, and she is in love with this scene. It's extremely weird.

Liu Yuhan had no reason to think that the composition of this painting looked familiar. It was very similar to the religious painting she saw on the wall of the hotel room, except that the main character was replaced by Yuna.

Religion…metaphor…belief…

She seemed to have caught some clues, but the mixed information was as messy as her grandmother's hair, and she couldn't sort it out in a short time...

"Why can't I wash my hands clean?" Zhang Hongfeng's trembling voice came from the sink.

Can't it be washed clean?

Liu Yuhan's heart was ringing with alarm bells.

Holding the oil painting in her arms, she approached the sink carefully step by step.

"It can't be washed away..." Zhang Hongfeng repeated it again. The fear was as vivid as the lights in the dark night, getting stronger and stronger. "The more blood is washed away, the more blood is washed away..."

Liu Yuhan held on to her thick glasses and saw clearly the bright red blood flowing from the faucet from a distance. It was as thick as pus, and the smell of blood was pungent.

No wonder it couldn't be washed clean... She took a breath, her steps froze in place, and her eyes slowly moved up.

Is there any faucet in front of me? Behind the sink, there was a corpse lying there, with its head tilted back and drooping, and blood was flowing down!

The corpse has the face of Xu Maochun, the face of the missing Xu Maochun!

A pair of cold hands put on the back of Liu Yuhan's neck, and after just a touch, he took it back.

Liu Yuhan turned her head stiffly.

The beautiful woman in a blue dress stood in a pool of blood on the ground, looking at her with a smile and gesticulating with her hands:

"Why, come to my kitchen?"

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