Ziliang looked very standard when he died. He covered his throat, poured it on the ground, swaying wildly, and his legs kept kicking backwards. After a while, he stopped moving.

......

......

Everyone was silent for a long time when they looked at Ziliang's attitude.

"Okay, get up."

The young lady in the house said.

"Oh." Ziliangzhe responded awkwardly, then got up from the ground.

"Did anyone show any fucking?" he asked immediately as if nothing had happened.

Now everyone knows that this is a trick that is uninnovative but very useful... Some people want to poison you, or they don't want to poison you, you will die in front of him. If you can cheat, you will cheat. Anyway, you don't need money.

but......

"No." Juwu said angrily. He regretted it now. It was so embarrassing to act with Ziliang.

"Okay, maybe I have to have poor acting skills, but it's not without gains." Ziliang said: "Anyway, this food should be edible."

"Ah? You really swallowed it?" Juwu was stunned.

"Yes, it tastes pretty good." Ziliang said, and then began to pick up food on his plate.

Well... no matter how big the human heart is, he probably thinks that between poisoning and starving, he would rather choose the former. Anyway, he told everyone with practical actions that this dish can really be eaten.

If the image of "Eat Haisai" was poisonous, this guy would have died for eight hundred times.

In this way, under Ziliang's spirit of "dedication", everyone started this Christmas dinner one after another. Of course, during the meal, these guys also looked at each other.

Let’s take a look at the scene during this period.

After the meal, everyone leaned on the chair with full food and drink.

"Uh, now I feel that even if I die of poison, it is not that difficult to accept." Shinichi rubbed his stomach and muttered with satisfaction.

"So, what should I do now?" the resentful house glanced at the rest of the people and asked.

At this time, Ziliang stood up again and said a very beautiful suggestion: "I suggest that we go back to the house to sleep."

Everyone looked at Ziliang with a strange look, and then said in unison.

"good."

......

Of course, this is not a big heart or a self-deprecation, but in this case, going back to the house to sleep is the best choice.

Because at this stage, two major problems are still in front of everyone.

First: Can't get out.

Second: The murderer who strangled Kitandaichi was probably still in this house. Well, everyone actually thinks that the murderer is among this group of people.

Then someone wants to ask, since the murderer is next to you, shouldn’t everyone be together? The [Horror Movie Survival Manual] says that dispersing one by one is to give away the head.

Haha, this means that everyone will not be careful when reviewing the questions.

What people are talking about is under normal circumstances, and now... is that the normal situation? Don't you look at who these people are. Could they hand over their lives to others?

Besides, now it is not a trapped island or a mountain blocked by heavy snow. If you wait for a day or two, someone will come to save you, but you are simply locked in a place with a mess of time and space.

So, how long can everyone stick to the group? How long can they sit next to this round table and stay up and patrol the night in turns? One day? Three days? Or how many weeks?

What should I do when the food is gone and everyone is exhausted?

Besides, there is only one door key anyway, so you can lock it in the house.

To sum up, it’s better to pick a bed honestly and have a sleep. If the murderer really has a spare key or something, haha, to be honest, among the people here, except Mrs. Marple, everyone thinks they can kill him.

Well, even Mrs. Marple felt like she was similar.

So in this way, the proposal of one person to choose one room to sleep was passed with unanimous votes.

Everyone looked for their room, and took the only key and closed the door.

Although the scenery outside the window is different, fortunately, the time is almost the same. There is no situation where the next door is midnight and the house is shining with its face.

......So, there is nothing to say overnight...

The next morning, the sun rose on time, Ziliang yawned comfortably, then staggered, opened the door lock, and walked out of the room.

He lay beside the fence and looked at the living room on the first floor, where Sherlock Holmes, Moriarty and Mrs. Marple had all gotten up. Sherlock Holmes crossed her legs at the table, looked at the newspaper, and drank coffee. Moriarty stood by the window, humming something with her eyes closed, and seemed quite intoxicated. And Mrs. Marple... was still knitting sweaters.

What surprised Ziliang was that the dinner last night was gone, and instead appeared were a few pots of tea and coffee, as well as some breakfast such as muffins and fried eggs.

Ziliang walked on the first floor.

"Uh...you can't remove all the food from yesterday because of your love of cleaning," he asked.

"Of course not." Sherlock said, keeping the newspaper reading posture: "When I woke up, the dinner was gone, and the breakfast and newspapers had already appeared on the table. Obviously, this house didn't want us to starve. It was not bad for us except that it would die."

"Hmm--" Ziliang hummed awkwardly: "You mean, these things appeared here out of thin air?"

"Yes, they appeared on the table at 6 a.m., and even the morning newspaper was the same as the morning newspaper I booked on Baker Street." Sherlock continued.

"You saw it with your own eyes?" Ziliang asked.

"No, I told him." Mrs. Marple said, "I woke up at 5 o'clock."

"Okay..." Ziliang sighed and said, feeling that he would not be surprised if he was going to be in this room now.

After more than ten minutes, Kudo Shinichi woke up. Of course, he was surprised by the appearance of the breakfast and quickly accepted it.

In this way, time passed by minute by minute until 8 o'clock in the morning...

"Hey, I said, is that woman named Resentful House really sleeping like this?" Kudo Shinichi muttered.

"Women are very good at sleeping, and I was like this when I was young..." said Mrs. Marple.

"So, can you sleep until 8 o'clock in a room where the space is confused, two people just died, can't get out, and the murderer has not found yet?" Sherlock asked, putting down the newspaper.

Everyone stopped what was in their hands and glanced at each other.

Then, he stood up almost at the same time and rushed to the second floor.
Chapter completed!