"Click"

Ziliang closed the door and locked it from inside.

He did come up with a method of committing crimes, but... he still didn't think about how the tools for committing crimes appeared.

So he decided to fight...

The blue sea water during the day turned into a monster with a huge mouth open at night. Even though the sound insulation of the room made Ziliang unable to hear the sound of the tsunami, just looking at the reflection of the dark waves reflecting the moonlight, you can naturally imagine howling sounds in your mind.

Ziliang stood in front of the window...looking at the dark sea and the beach under the shadow of the moon.

"Did I guess right?...Tell me..." Ziliang muttered to himself in his mind.

In this way, he watched quietly, not knowing how long it took.

A huge wave suddenly surged onto the beach, and the wet mud and sand turned into another color. After the tide returned to the sea, several lines of handwriting appeared on the originally flat beach...

[(Jane Marple)——dead]

【or】

【you,dead】

Ziliang's calm mouth slightly raised.

"Ha--" He laughed out loud.

Because, he guessed correctly, the person who killed Sherlock was [Jane Marple].

"So, now, I'm a wolf, has Marple become a sheep?"

But suddenly, before Ziliang could finish talking to himself, a huge wave suddenly rose from the dark outside the window, and he slapped it at Ziliang.

What's even more amazing is that the waves completely violated the physical meaning and directly crossed the wall in front of them, and really rolled Ziliang in! Then, there was a dizzy turn... Ziliang only felt that he had become a piece of butt-wiping paper rotating in the toilet, and was sucked in by some powerful force, and then he lost consciousness.

"Hi......"

“Hi…wake up…”

A voice gradually became clear, and he was urging Ziliang to wake up.

Ziliang slowly opened his eyes... and then he was stunned for a moment.

In front of him was a very small room, only about 10 square meters. He was sitting on a simple single bed, and opposite him was a chair and a table... On both sides of the table were a door and a window. At this moment, the door was tightly closed, and outside the window seemed to be pale... a strange scene with nothing.

Oh, by the way, there is a big head TV next to the window.

Well, the scene in front of me is indeed a bit strange, but it is also within the scope of acceptance. The person who made Ziliang stunned for a moment was the person sitting on the chair at this moment.

This is a person who can't tell his age. The reason why he says this is not because he has a temperament like "crown hair, childish face, wind fairy bones", but simply because... this guy has no face.

Uh - it is not very accurate to say that there is no face. This person still has a face, but his face is too abstract, that is a piece of twisted muscles and blood vessels. Without skin, the lines of the muscles are displayed on it very clearly. If you look closely, there are also some burning spots that can only appear on the surface of severe burn patients. Moreover, this person has no nose or hair.

Let's put it this way, his whole head was a half-cooked meat egg, then he put two eyeballs upwards, then cut a hole as his mouth...

Well, this guy looks like this, and with his little aesthetic outfit, a little hat, and strange gloves, you can imagine that this guy can become a nightmare for all children under 15 years old when he walks around.

"Uh...you are..."

When Ziliang saw such a person, he did not show any fear.

"Oh, stop asking... say what you want quickly!"

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him showed an impatient look and said.

Ziliang frowned: "What do you want? So... are you the kind of god who can realize other people's wishes? The murder game in that villa was designed by you? And the final winner can realize a wish? Haha, it's so interesting. I didn't expect the god to look so ugly. Hey? Not right. I just guessed Marple's crime method, and it should not be the final winner. Could it be that everyone who guessed the murder method can realize a wish, but...the premise is that he survived..."

Ziliang conjectured a lot of things based on this sentence.

But just when he was talking very well like a self-interest.

"Hey! Hey! Don't talk to yourself, okay?" The disfigured face in front of him quickly interrupted Ziliang's nagging: "I'll ask you what kind of murder tools you want."

"Tools of murder?"

"Yes, murder tools... Oh, I forgot, I have to tell you the rules, it's really annoying. Cough, then listen, the game you are playing now is [Murder Competition], or whatever you call it." said disfigured face weakly, and he could tell that he should have said the same words many times.

“The rules are simple.

First: Everyone except yourself dies and you live by yourself, then you win.

Second: When no contestant discovers your killing technique within 24 hours after you kill a person, you will also be considered a winner.

Third: Every time you see through someone else's killing method, you can come here. I can reward you with a killing tool. Of course, this method must be thought out by yourself, not heard from others. Moreover, the killing tool you want cannot be too excessive. For example, if you want a grenade that can kill others but cannot kill your own. I will definitely not give it to you.

That's it...hey, wait, I forgot, there is a fourth point. That's--

As long as you promise me and replace the TV with LCD, I will make an exception and give you a pistol, how about it."

The disfigured faced man said lightly.

However, Ziliang's expression seemed a little ache...

"Well...why is the fourth point feeling different from the previous three points?" he asked.

"Ah? Is that? Oh, don't worry, anyway, do you agree or not." As he said that, the guy took out a piece of paper. Ziliang took it and saw that it was a well-known 'contract document'.

The title name is.

[Doorhouse Entertainment Equipment Update Commitment Letter]

"If you agree, sign your name below. As long as you sign, I will send you to the villa now and then give you a gun. How about it?"

......

Ziliang looked down at the paper, then looked up at the weird man in front of him.

"Hey, your fourth rule was added by yourself..." he shouted.

(I have figured out the method of killing, huh, you bunch of scumbags!)

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Chapter completed!