The scene in the room was similar to the one before. The whole room was covered with blood. Hannibal was lying in a pool of blood. His clothes on his chest were penetrated by blood. His eyes stared in a certain direction in horror, as if he had seen something that he could not believe before he died.

On the ground, a mask was thrown as usual.

This scene made everyone take a breath of air conditioning.

Ziliang quickly stepped over and then touched Hannibal's neck... But the blood on the ground clearly indicates that Hannibal could not be alive.

Sure enough, Ziliang shook his head and closed Hannibal's eyes with his hands.

“…dead.”

He said lightly.

A feeling of depression that no one can tell is spread.

Hannibal died?

This is almost unbelievable. Although Hannibal is not very good in this team, he always gives people a very reliable sense of security. Most of the time, people forget that he is just an ordinary person in addition to his mental power, and he will die after being penetrated...

Ziliang stared at Hannibal quietly for a while, as if waiting for him to suddenly open his eyes in the next second, and then spoke a series of thrilling layouts to himself.

However, none of this happened. He just lay there without a trace of heartbeat.

Finally, Ziliang stood up slowly and picked up the mask stained with blood on the side.

The compass vibrated, but he didn't look open, because he knew that the one displayed on it must be [Jason's Mask No. xx], just changed a number, and it had no meaning.

......

Hannibal's room door was closed.

Everyone returned to the hall again... At this moment, everyone's eyes were filled with anger, confusion, and extremely strong suspicion of others.

"Aren't we in the illusion now?" Old Joey seemed to not want the depressed atmosphere to continue, so he took the lead in starting the topic.

Ziliang shook his head: "I'm sorry, no."

"So, Hannibal is really dead?"

"Yes, at least I don't think he is still alive when his heartbeat stops."

"So, what should I do if Hannibal's body? Just keep it there?" Shirley also joined the conversation.

"I can only leave it like this for the time being." Ziliang responded: "After all, he might be able to provide some clues."

"Hehe, so, just watch him get moldy and hair rotting there? You are so cold-blooded." Shirley sneered.

"You joined later, so you don't know Hannibal. Believe me. In his opinion, it's much better to keep it like this than burying it in such a place where birds don't poop. Besides, he is thinking about how to press me into the pot every day. I can still handle his funeral with peace of mind. It's already been a merciful and righteous person... If we can successfully leave this plane, I might send his body home. He has an old friend named Will... I think..."

"You'd better think about these people who are still alive." Shirley said: "Now, there should be only three of us left in the entire Crystal Lake area. In other words, the person who killed Hannibal should be among us."

While saying this, Shirley kept staring at Ziliang without hiding her suspicion at all.

"Haha, what do you mean? Are you trying to say that I was the one who killed Hannibal?" Ziliang couldn't help but smile, then quietly lit a cigarette.

"Yes." Shirley admitted directly: "Because I know that the murderer is not me, and I don't seem to have the ability to stab Hannibal to death quietly. Don't forget that I am a 13-year-old luoli with a gentle body that is easy to push down. Even if you give me a knife, I don't have the strength to insert it into someone else's chest. As for Old Joey, although I am also in the ranks of my doubts, according to the ranking of character, your suspicion is obviously above Old Joey."

Ziliang shrugged his shoulders: "Can you always talk about your character? Besides, your method of eliminating yourself out of doubt is too old-fashioned. If you don't do it yourself, you can also control Lyon to do it..."

"Um..." Seeing Ziliang and Shirley suspicious of each other here, Old Joey seemed a little depressed, so he slowly stood up and walked out the door.

"What are you going to do?" Shirley asked looking at Old Joey.

"Oh, just... go out and sit down." Old Joey muttered, then walked out of the house with a dejected look.

At this moment, only Shirley and Ziliang were left in the hut.

"Ha, I really didn't expect that our relationship would be so unreliable." Ziliang said sarcastically.

"Yes, a group of murderers gather together. Isn't that kidding? "Shelley responded: "Oh, by the way, one thing I'm really curious about is who you are the one you doubt the most?"

"Old Joey." Unexpectedly, Ziliang immediately said: "Actually, I haven't understood the mechanism of that mask until now, but the compass will never make mistakes, so I suspect that Old Joey was not Old Joey from the beginning, and he killed Harry. Quinn actually did it on purpose, and the real Old Joey might still be lost in the woods now."

"Well..." Shirley was silent for a while: "When you say this, I suddenly feel that what you said makes sense. Otherwise... I will stare at Old Joey?"

Just then...

I heard a "bang" sound outside the door!

A hint of fear flashed in Ziliang and Shirley's eyes.

"No..." they said in unison.

Then, he hurried outside the house.

Unexpectedly, what was expected was... Old Joey had already splattered blood on the spot!
Chapter completed!