Mrs. Marple looked at Ziliang...it seemed to have not recovered for a while.

After a long time...

"Is it... it's me?" She then said, "Hehe, you just woke up. It's not your fault, but I have to explain to you that I'm an old woman who has been troubled by rheumatism for more than twenty years. Even when my legs and feet are neat, I can only move half a bag of flour at most, let alone me now... So, how could I move Sherlock's body to such a place?"

Marple was very smart, so she quickly found a simple and direct problem that even a fool could think of, and gave it to Ziliang.

However, Ziliang just smiled.

"Of course, you can't move."

"Haha——It seems you're just awake now..."

"Hey, I haven't finished speaking yet." Ziliang interrupted the other party: "I just said that you can't move the whole thing, but you can't move the whole thing. You can move the head first, then move the arms, then move half of his thighs, and finally..."

"Haha--" Mrs. Marple smiled and shook her head: "Okay OK, you mean I moved Sherlock one by one after another, right?"

Ziliang nodded: "Yes!"

"Ha, in this case, there are too many questions involved. Where should I start asking? Oh, let's ask in chronological order. First of all, how did I am amputate him? Do you use a knife? OK, I know you can already tell me how to amputate someone with a knife and then let the weapon disappear, but... I always have a place to amputate the limbs, what about the blood? Don't say I've wiped it clean. There are carpets in our room, and there is such a large amount of blood. It's not easy to wipe it clean. Even if I can really wipe it clean, I can't handle the smell in the room."

"Of course, you can't handle it." Ziliang said: "But there is a prerequisite for this, that is, if the corpse does not bleed or leaves very little blood, the situation will be different!"

Marple frowned: "What's wrong with you? Do you have common sense? People's bodies are full of blood. How could I not bleed when I amputated?"

"There is one case, that's fine." Ziliang said lightly: "... When it's frozen!"

Mapur stared at Ziliang without hesitation, as if waiting for him to continue talking... and Ziliang of course also did what she wanted.

"Blood is a very magical thing. Although 90% of it is water, a large amount of protein and blood cells make its coagulation point extremely high. When the temperature is 10 degrees above zero, the blood in the body will gradually coagulate. That is to say, when the temperature is below 10 degrees, this person should almost die... When the temperature is 30 degrees below zero, the blood coagulation time is less than two minutes. If it is 100 degrees below zero, the blood will coagulate almost instantly."

"So, you mean, I've frozen Sherlock?"

"Yes, you freeze him, and you don't need a knife to amputate the limbs at all. That would be too long for you, just smash it directly. I said before, blood is a very magical thing. When frozen, it will not expand like water, but will form a 'breaking' ice crystal. To put it clearly, people will turn into a sculpture similar to 'hollow' at low temperatures. I believe everyone has watched TV. After being frozen into ice, people will fall to the ground like porcelain. Although it is a bit exaggerated,... At minus 100 degrees below the person is frozen, the person will indeed become very crisp. So you did not amputate first, but broke Sherlock after freezing."

Marple breathed a deep breath: "Okay okay, you're talking very well, but there's a question you have to follow the facts. Recalling, we all saw Sherlock appearing when he killed Shinichi Kudo. He was not dead at that time, and he was still hiding. How could I find him and kill him, freeze and amputate again? The most important point is that Sherlock was not amputated, he was lying here, a complete Sherlock!"

She pointed to the body on the table and said!

However, Ziliang shook his head.

"No, although we saw Sherlock, it was not the complete Sherlock!"

"What...what?"

"Obviously, what you see now is not the complete me. In fact, in our daily life, it is difficult to see a complete person except in the bathhouse or in the bed. You know what I mean, right——"

"I... don't know!" Mrs. Marple's tone seemed to have changed slightly.

"Ha, are you still struggling? Look at me, now, have you seen all of me? No, you just saw my head and hands, and other than that, it's gone. What's left is my shirt, pants, leather shoes, and this damn white coat." Ziliang said slowly: "Let's take a look at Sherlock again. His clothes are similar to mine, just changing the white coat to a suit... How about it? You understand, that is to say, the Sherlock we saw at that time was not complete. He was actually... just a head..."

"Nonsense!" Marple immediately interrupted Ziliang's words: "Do you want to say that Sherlock only had these parts at that time? But you also saw that his clothes were not empty at that time, he was very real, and he was not a puppet connected with a few pieces of cloth!"

"Of course he is a puppet, but not just a few pieces of cloth. His suit is filled with something that seems real but is extremely light and can disappear in an instant." As he said, Ziliang pointed to the balloons next to the Christmas tree: "Didn't you notice that there are a few missing of our holiday balloons? Oh, let me think about it, there are exactly three round balloons and four long balloons. Haha, if these things are put together, put on a suit and press a head on it, how likely do you have to see his figure clearly when the light and darkness are intertwined at that time? Not to mention that a flame is just ignited next to it."
Chapter completed!