Well, in Ziliang's thinking mode, he felt that after so long, there had not been much change. Could it be that the organizer of this game had arrived? In fact, he was sitting on a chair in the living room, waiting for someone to push the door open, and then was shocked.

Those who are mysterious and mysterious like this way of appearance, as if they will appear in front of someone on their own initiative, which will make them feel like they are fucking lost.

However, the sudden appearance of Sherlock in front of him was really beyond his expectations.

Oh, the unexpected thing to Ziliang is not because he disappeared and appeared again.

But his status when he appeared...

Sherlock's state is...dead.

Well, yes, Sherlock is dead, you can confirm it with just a glance, because his body is lying straight in the center of the dining table, and a knife is inserted into his chest.

It took Ziliang nearly a second to recover, which was already a long time for him.

"Oh... it's so fucking annoying." He muttered, then cleared his throat helplessly: "Cough, cough... Kill------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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After 1 minute.

【Mrs. Marple】

【Moriarty】

【Ziliang】

Three people gathered next to Sherlock's body.

"Okay, it seems that we have to speculate that it is correct. Kudo Shinichi killed the house of resentment, so Shinichi became the murderer, but Sherlock had already noticed his method of committing the crime, so Shinichi also became Sherlock's prey." Moriarty said.

"Looking at her current appearance, Sherlock's technique should have been seen through, and that person also successfully killed Sherlock!" Mrs. Marple continued to finish the second half of the sentence.

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

For a moment, the three people who were still alive immediately looked at each other.

"Haha, that's interesting, because we've already verified the rules of the game before. As long as we don't care about Sherlock, the game will not be able to continue. This is good for everyone, but how could someone try hard to find Sherlock and kill him? And if the rules of the game we speculate are wrong, Sherlock doesn't have to hide it at all, these two possibilities are contradictory."

Mrs. Marple nodded: "Maybe, someone thought of Sherlock's killing method the moment Sherlock disappeared. Therefore, the organizer has given the information about [xxdead—or—you dead], which has caused someone among you to find Sherlock and kill him."

"Hi, hey, old lady, I have been tolerating you for a long time. What does it mean to 'someone among you two'? Why did you pick yourself out so naturally!" Ziliang said bluntly.

Mrs. Marple shrugged her shoulders indifferently: "Oh, sorry, because I know the murderer is definitely not me, so I subconsciously listed you two as suspicious objects. However, even if I didn't say that, the possibility of me being the murderer is the lowest, because I can't move this guy at all... Although I can walk, this does not mean that I can run around the room with the body of an adult."

"Indeed, adult corpses are not just about weight. When all muscles are inactive, blood will gradually accumulate to the lowest point, and joint mobility is difficult to carry. In fact, if a person with a 100 pound dead, it will be very difficult to find someone with a bench press strength of 150 pounds to move it...at least, I think Mrs. Marple doesn't have this strength at all."

Moriarty stared at Ziliang in a fluttering tone.

"Ha, look at your eyes. Do you think the murderer is me..." Zi Liang asked with his eyes empty.

"Come on, now we are the two of us who are the most suspicious. With my memory, I am very sure if I have done something like ‘killing’ without being drugged.”

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

Seeing Ziliang making a counterattack, Moriarty was not angry, but just smiled: "Haha, okay, it doesn't matter. No matter who among us killed Sherlock, anyway, now, as long as none of us think about this, because the person who solves the murder case will become the next target, so we will not solve it, and that will be fine..."

"No!" Marple suddenly interrupted, "I think this is not a situation where nothing can be done. Imagine that there are only two possibilities for killing Sherlock when he knows the rules of the game...that is...either he concludes that none of us can guess his killing method, or...that is, he is sure that he can kill everyone else!"

A very uncomfortable atmosphere spreads.

Ziliang stared at Moriarty: "Haha, it seems to make sense to say that, that is, if Mrs. Marple does not meet the conditions for the murderer, then we both have reached the point where either you die or I die?"

unexpectedly......

"No, no, no," Moriarty sat down and shook his hand and said, "I don't think so. After all, I am an extremely kind person. I don't want to kill people everywhere, so we don't need to kill each other. In fact... as long as you hand over the key to opening the door of this villa, 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?"

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

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

Ah? Why do you know...

The reason is very simple, because of Sherlock's body.

His body...well...is very hard. This kind of hardness is not because of the zombie that has died for too long, but... it is frozen hard.

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

And just look at the heavy snow outside the window...
Chapter completed!