Ziliang thought about it again.

"But why does this promise letter need to be signed? I don't even know who you are. What is the meaning of your murder game? Finally, um, what does this 'guard room' mean?" he asked in a series of questions.

The disfigured face looked impatient: "Why do you have so many questions about the meaning of this game? You will know sooner or later. As for what the guard room is, you don't have to worry about it, and why do you need to sign the reconstruction? You don't have to worry about it, just sign it quickly."

As he said that, he took out a pen and stuffed it into Ziliang's hand.

Ziliang hesitated. This series of unfolding made him confused at all, but if there was really a gun in his hand, it seemed good.

so-

"Well--into, the murder tools you mentioned should probably have a category, right?" Ziliang asked.

Disfigured face nodded: "Of course there is, the scope is that I think I can give it to you, I will give it to you."

"In other words, I can only give some murder props, but it cannot be the kind of murder weapon that can easily kill people, such as 'gun's'. In other words, I want some drugs that can cause temporary amnesia, hypnosis reagents, cyanide capsules, etc., all of them are OK, right?"

"That's about it. I can give you something that the murderer can prepare in advance. But you are very special. As long as you sign, I will give you a gun, a bullet, and then you go back and jump over everyone else. Hurry up and end this stupid game. This transaction is not a loss." As he said with a disfigured face, he pointed to the 'Guardroom Entertainment Update Commitment Letter' again.

"Well, it sounds quite tempting." Ziliang responded: "So I won't sign."

As Ziliang said that, he put the promise letter next to the bed.

"Ah? Why?" The person opposite looked puzzled. Don't worry, how did Ziliang see the puzzlement on his face. Ziliang didn't know, but he even saw that the man looked angry and depressed and wanted to turn the table up.

"Give me a gun, haha, such an obvious good thing is like a plug-in prop for me. Anyone with some common sense will definitely not agree. Have you ever heard of that kind of story? Devils always like to use some beautiful things to seduce others to take the bait. In fact, that beautiful thing is a bomb wrapped in candy coats, so I will not bewitched by you." Ziliang said confidently.

"Hey, where did you hear this kind of story?" The man shouted with a bitter face: "I promise I am not a demon, so will you sign it?"

"If you don't sign, you're like this. Who would believe you say you're not a devil?"

"Oh~" the man opposite lowered his head and sighed: "I knew it wouldn't be so easy. I even suspected that you didn't lose your memory at all. You just want to watch the fun in this game."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." said disfiguredly: "Okay, okay, say what tools do you want, and get out of here after you finish."

Ziliang nodded: "Okay, then, I want it."

I suddenly felt a trance.

Ziliang came back to his senses. The window was still in front of him. The sea water outside the window was still whistling, and the handwriting on the beach was washed away by the tide so hard that it could not be recognized. However, this could be confirmed. In fact, the stupidity he had just passed has not been long.

Strangely, Ziliang not only did not feel scared after seeing the guy with severe burns on his face, but he didn't even feel too frightened when he suddenly appeared in another place and then suddenly came back, just as if he had experienced this feeling before.

Well, now is not the time to think about this. After all, the handwriting on the beach should not be casually written. Therefore, the most urgent task now is to find a way to get rid of the dangerous woman who has always pretended to be a vulnerable group but is actually full of calculating - Mrs. Jane Marple.

As for why she is dangerous, I believe everyone already knows it. Yes, Sherlock died at her hands!

So Ziliang turned around and walked out of his bedroom.

Since Ziliang has not left for too long, there is no difference between the living room at this moment and when Ziliang left. Moriarty and Mrs. Marple are still surrounded by Sherlock's body. It seems that they are still trying to unravel the secret of Sherlock's disappearance.

Of course, it just looks.

"Hey, what did you think of?" Ziliang walked over and asked.

"Oh? Didn't you say you wanted to go back and have a sleep?" Moriarty asked intentionally or unintentionally.

"Yes, yes, I originally wanted to have a sleep." Ziliang muttered: "But you also know that people always like to think randomly before going to bed. I also have a problem, so I lay on the bed and thought about it. Suddenly, I figured it out."

"Oh?" Marple was stunned: "Did you think of the person who killed Sherlock?"

Ziliang nodded with a smile: "Yes, I thought of it, of course, and at the same time, I also thought of where Sherlock had been hiding before and how he disappeared."

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became quiet, and only Sherlock was still emitting a faint cooler air.

"Then why do you want to come out? Do you want to tell us about this?" asked Mrs. Marple with a frown.

And her doubts and subtext were also obvious, that is, "It is obvious that the person who killed Sherlock is Moriarty. Because she is an old lady herself, she has no ability to commit crimes at all. So according to the rules, Ziliang's goal should be how to deal with Moriarty. So, he should now quickly think about plans in the house."

Oh, of course, Mrs. Marple said this, just following Ziliang's behavior, because she also concluded that the object of Sherlock's suspicion must be Moriarty, because if the person he suspected was himself, he should have received the message outside the window, so it would be even more impossible for him to come out and say to everyone, 'Ah, I have figured out who the murderer is!'

So to sum up, Mrs. Marple believes that Ziliang didn't guess that the murderer was himself, and he just wanted to cheat himself.

"Haha--it's still too young." This sentence is exactly the ridicule of Mrs. Marple's heart at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, she looked at Zi Liang's face and turned to herself in surprise.

"The murderer is you, Jane Marple!"
Chapter completed!