absurd deduction game

Chapter 12 You Didn't Put Salt, Friends

In the darkness, Yu Xing lost his touch and felt that he was floating in someone else's dream.

Two voices appeared one after the other, as if they were talking.

One of the voices was hoarse and low: "You are my psychiatrist?"

Another gentle and unquestionable: "Yes, from today onwards, I will be responsible for your psychological intervention."

"Doctor, I'm normal, I'm afraid you'll be busy working in vain."

"I'll make my own judgment."

……

After a brief silence, the gentle voice disappeared, leaving only the hoarse one to test:
"Doctor? Doctor? Wake up, doctor...hehe, can't you wake up? I told you a long time ago that you should not interfere with me."

The owner of the voice became happy: "It falls into my hands, you will pay for the delay in me during this time, your body... I will accept it, hahahahaha..."

The voice ended in frantic laughter, and Yu Xing was forced to cut off his perception as soon as he complained, "It's really ugly to laugh.

……

The metal surface touched by the fabric on the back was too hard and cold, causing Yu Xing, who gradually regained consciousness, to frown uncomfortably.

He opened his eyes slightly, and a bright light shot straight at him, the pain from his eyes made him subconsciously cover his face with the back of his hands.

The blazing white light was too dazzling, and Yu Xing felt that he was going blind.

"Which little bastard put the shadowless lamp on my face..." He immediately judged that the light came from the shadowless lamp used for surgery. Yu Xing's complaints were indistinguishable. He felt the physical condition and found that everything was normal. The soreness is not painful, so I tilted my head and let the shadowless lamp above my head sit up.

Just as he moved, his pants seemed to hit something, and with a "bang", a scalpel fell to the ground.

"..." Yu Xing took his hand away, rubbed his bewildered head, and looked around quietly.

Well.

He appears to be sitting on the operating table... no, on the dissection table.

Some unstained gauze and scissors were randomly thrown on the stage. If he didn't pay attention, he might have been poked.

The shirt and trousers are common hospital gowns, a little loose, and there is no sign of being unbuttoned. As for the body, it is his own.

This dissection table is located in a small room of about [-] square meters. The incandescent light above is on, and the whole room is bright. He reached out and turned off the shadowless light, which made the light in the room reach a balance.

There are some small instruments around the dissection table, and there is an iron plate on the right hand side, and on the plate are more delicate knives. This scene is not very good.

Especially on the wooden shelves against the wall, there are various kinds of organs soaked in bottles and jars that do not know who they belong to. death, murder" and other nouns.

Yu Xing was stimulated by the smell of formalin and sneezed. He touched his nose, carefully rubbed off the table, and stepped on the clean floor with his bare feet.

"Combining the two voices and the analysis of the system just now, I should be the 'doctor'." Anyway, there was no one around, and Yu Xing didn't see anything like a camera. He moved his body freely. Go straight to the table in the corner of the room.

The table is full of bottles and jars, some are chemical reagents, some are empty bottles, and the most peculiar thing is that there is a bottle of salt mixed in between the bottles.

But it doesn't matter. There is a small black box with red light on the very conspicuous position on the table. It shows [02:59:01]. The number is decreasing, accompanied by the sound of "drip, drip" , giving a sense of urgency.

Yu Xing didn't touch the box, but noticed that there was a crumpled note under the box, he took it out as soon as he pulled it out.

[Hi~ Nasty doctor. 】

【You already know where you are, right?That's right, it's my secret garden, the place you've been meaning to check out. 】

[I said, doctor, your arrogance really disgusts me. Now that I have picked you up, how about giving you a chance? 】

[Within three hours, escape the gate, and you can write a report on everything you discovered today and give it to your goddamn boss. If you can't escape... I will tie you back to the dissection table and continue what you didn't do just now. oh? 】

【Go away from your fears and run for your life!Hahahahahaha...I'm looking at you. 】

"Oh, it's really such a scene. Three hours is the game flow, and the system also prompts you to do so." After reading it, Yu Xing threw the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can, and paced to the door of the small room. side, twist the handle.

The door opened.

Yu Xing took a look and saw that there seemed to be a large space outside with plenty of lights. Just within his field of vision, he could see the empty hall, where iron beds for morgues were placed in an orderly manner. There was no body, just a half-opened white cloth.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll think about it first..." Yu Xing murmured and closed the door again, walked back to the room and turned around, "The main line hints on the surface are obvious, there's nothing to say, so let's talk about it first. Character Relationships."

He stopped in front of the wall full of jars: "I'm a doctor, so what is the identity of the other person? Now, it looks like a prisoner? A perverted killer?"

Obviously, his doctor role is a weak one. In this game, he is basically led by another person.

Yu Xing did not.

"First understand a person's ability and personality, and then you will have the capital to resist. After all, to the friend who left the note, the doctor is familiar, not me."

"From the perspective of the environment, this person prefers to be clean and will clean up, but the dissection table is very messy, which means that when dealing with corpses, the other party's emotions must be different from normal. Tension, excitement and other emotions can lead to abnormal behavior. One sentence In other words, the other party has special feelings for the corpse."

"So at least the other party is not a profession that can normally touch corpses."

Glancing at the messy and clean room, Yu Xing tapped the glass jar with his sharp knuckles, then picked up one with his fingers soaked, opened it without hesitation, and smelled it.

The smell was very recognizable to Yu Xing, he murmured: "Soaking the corpse in a formalin solution of about 3% to 5% can achieve long-term preservation. The operation is correct, it means that the note is left... Temporarily called Killer, it means that the killer either knows some medicine, or does not reject the Internet, and knows how to use the Internet to assist crime."

Some mentally distorted people can see at a glance that they have an aura that is incompatible with others, paranoid shrinking into the "correct world" in their minds.

There is also a kind of psychologically distorted person, who is no different from ordinary people on the surface, maybe the neighbors, colleagues, and friends you see every day.

Yu Xing believes that this killer belongs to the second type, not only the information revealed in such details, but the fact that the killer will test first in the dialogue is enough to illustrate this point.

"This killer has normal interpersonal relationships. While committing a crime, he needs to be afraid of his own evaluation in society."

He closed the jar, put it back, and picked out a bigger one.

This is a big jar with Yu Xing's calf high, and inside it is a human arm.

Yu Xing opened the lid, rolled his sleeves to the crook of his arms, and dipped his white hands directly into the formalin solution. He touched the arm joints in the jar.

"Huh?" He paused, "There is a corpse... the muscles are stiff and stiff, slightly contracted, and the joints can't be bent - will the owner of this arm die within one to two days?"

"Well, it's fresh, it seems that this killer is not digging graves and stealing corpses."

Confirming this, Yu Xing restored the jar, reached out and wiped it on the white cloth hanging on the side.

Formalin is corrosive, but volatile, and it will not cause any problems if you accidentally touch it, but if you reach out and soak it for a while like Yu Xing... it is better to wash it as much as possible.

Yu Xing rummaged through the small room again, but couldn't find anything special, so he picked a pleasing knife from the iron plate and held it in his hand, opened the door and entered the hall.

The hall is more than 400 square meters, and there is an iron bed for mortuary almost every three meters. The bed is clean, and it can be seen that it is cleaned every day.

"A killer should be a decent person in life." Yu Xing wandered around at random and found that the hall was connected to three places.

One, the door.

There is a combination lock next to the door, and he must not be able to open it without any clues now, and his ultimate goal in this game is to open the door and escape.

Second, the locked room.

There is a locked door on the left side of the hall, I don't know what it is for.

Third, the kitchen and toilet.

Of course, these two places are not integrated into one, but they are relatively close together, and neither is locked.

In short, he looked at this space all over, except for the locked room, he can be sure that no one other than him haunts, otherwise he will definitely be seen by him.

"The last sentence on the note, the killer said he was looking at me?" Yu Xing thought to himself, in this deduction game, is the killer human, or does it exist in the form of a ghost?

This point could not be confirmed for the time being. He walked around for a while and decided to search for clues in the kitchen and toilet first.

This kitchen is large, semi-open, with two tomatoes on the chopping board, and a whisk and beaten egg yolks next to it.

"Are you going to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but his salt seems to have fallen into the autopsy room. Is this delicious?" Yu Xing clicked his tongue twice.

On the other side of the chopping board, a pot of water is boiling, using the automatic kettle that has become popular in recent years, and when the small light at the bottom goes out, it means that the water is boiling.

All traces show that there was a man here not too long ago.

Even, maybe a minute before Yu Xing entered the kitchen, there was a killer cooking here.

Where did the killer go?

All kinds of problems came together, and there was only one sentence left in Yu Xing's mouth: "Unfortunately, I can't enjoy the sound of water boiling in horror games."

He happened to be a little thirsty when he walked to the kitchen, so he carefully washed his hands aside with the kitchen faucet, and then opened the refrigerator expectantly.

There are some vegetables and meat in the refrigerator, but there is no drink.

"No, they don't even put mineral water?" Yu Xing was disappointed and planned to close the refrigerator, when he saw a piece of paper in the middle of the vegetables.

He stretched out his hand and squeezed out the note. On the white paper was messily written in blood-colored letters:

【Do you still have time to eat and drink?I only have three hours for you! 】

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