Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 16 Confessions of the Dead
With such a winning attitude, Zhen Cheng, who had succeeded in his strategy, was a little surprised.

Ms. Navis' decision was not unexpected.Since the opponent voluntarily compromised and shifted the battlefield from psychological analysis to the field of reasoning and speculation, Zhen Cheng was confident that he had already grasped the victory.

But even so, she couldn't accept that an opponent blinded by her performance would be naive enough to be so sure of an unsubstantiated speculation.

Ms. Navis was not the lucky one who was as mediocre as she seemed, and her confidence could not have been derived solely from half-hearted reasoning induced by herself.

Then, when she is about to miss the performance of "reproducing history", where does her grasp come from?

Zhen Cheng was startled in his heart, and instantly restrained his untimely surprise.Behavioral experts like Ms. Navis would of course test her inferences by eliciting their own responses.

Fortunately, there are too many explanations for the shock at that moment, such as the loss of the plan being seen through.

Ms. Nevis narrowed her big round eyes and stared at Zhen Cheng.It wasn't until she didn't care that she waved her wide hanfu and turned to leave, that she secretly sighed in her heart.

No. [-] [Victim], as the employer said, is the most difficult opponent in this game.Ladies and gentlemen like Zhen Cheng have received special training since childhood to avoid being seen as flawed in their words and deeds.It's too hard to read anything from her subconscious body language when she's prepared.

Navis is of course aware that his inferences are not infallible, especially if they are not corroborated by the other party's behavior.But her mentality is really a victory, contrary to her usual behavior, it can be said that she is the easiest one among the six players.

No matter whether he can "reproduce the character's historical behavior" or "make correct analytical reasoning" in the game, Navis is confident that he can achieve his goals.

So in the blink of an eye, Ms. Navis returned to that nervous, over-stressed, trembling weak woman, turned around and went back to the room on the first floor to look for more clues to corroborate her.

When passing the kitchen, she didn't go in to check the apparently used stove.The scene in the corridor on the second floor is enough to illustrate what happened here.She didn't think that the well-known Miss Zhen family would be so careless that she missed any obvious flaws.

She has a clear purpose.Pushing open the door of each room, his eyes swept across, and he never stopped until he found the dormitory where the servant lived at the end of the left side of the mansion.

The room was dark and cramped, with four small wooden beds lying flat.At first glance, it is the type that must be sore after a sleep, which is in stark contrast to the luxury of the Baron's master bedroom.Well, although Ms. Nevis has never seen the furnishings in the master bedroom, the exaggerated door speaks for itself.

Considering that most of the housekeepers have separate rooms, she does not think that there are other servants' residences in this mansion.In other words, this is her destination.

Nevis's thinking has always been clear.She thought that Zhen Cheng had bluffed and handed the murder weapon to her simply because he had confirmed the identity of [Baron]'s murderer.

This does not mean that his identity as a [maid] has not played an important role in the "historical trajectory" emphasized by the organizer, nor does it even mean that he has not participated in a process that is detrimental to the [victim].

In order to win the game by "reproducing history", she must figure out what her identity has ever done.And the relevant clues should be in...

Dusty beds; broken wardrobes without doors; half-burned candles that look almost fossilized; sanitary ware thrown on the beds...

Ms. Navis' eyes swept across every corner of the room, and finally stopped at the corner of the wardrobe, on the half bucket of sewage scattered next to the sanitary ware.

The whole mansion has been arranged by the organizer, but generally it seems to be maintained in an outdated environment that has not been visited by anyone for two or three years.Bread on a kitchen ledge that has turned hard and gray in a dry environment can say a lot.

In other words, the Scary family, who kept asking to "reproduce history", kept the entire game field in a state between the glamorous one hundred years ago and the obsolete one hundred years later.

In this case, how could there be an open but not yet dry bucket of sewage left on the site?Obviously, this is a clear prompt.

Nevis approached the bucket, and unknowingly knelt down on one knee and looked down.She found that the sewage inside was so black that it felt so pure that it clearly reflected her yellowish pupils, which were round and big like owls.

A huge force came, and Nevis fell to the ground with a sudden pain in his shoulder.She felt a little annoyed that she had never experienced violence against a woman as weak as her.

She put on a terrified and timid appearance, tried to stand up and stepped back, but found that her body trembled involuntarily, and she knelt on the ground completely out of her own control.

She saw a pair of men's leather boots, which were very delicate and high-end, and a cane with a pestle on the ground.The leather boots and the walking stick alternately moved forward and took two steps closer to him, and clicked each step to create a wonderful split rhythm like a three-on-two beat.

Before she could see it clearly, she saw the cane suddenly lifted and knocked her to the ground, leaving a bloody wound on her face.

"You idiot! Do you think you're helping me by confessing everything? Now, what are we going to do with the detective?"

Nevis, who fell on his back, took three seconds to recover himself from the dizziness and severe pain, and then saw the face of the owner of his legs.It was an older gentleman with gray temples, but she didn't know him, but she always felt a bit familiar.At this moment, the man was waving his cane furiously.

Seeing that the cane was hitting him again, Nevis rolled on the spot to avoid it, then picked up the bucket on the ground and smashed it at the man, taking advantage of the situation to retreat to the window.

Although both the organizer and the employer have confirmed that this is a game, the professional experience allows the female detective to judge with full confidence that the man in front of him really wants to kill her [-]%, and is ready to put this crazy idea into practice practice.

The window was locked by a rudimentary latch, but Nevis was sure he had no time to pull it.Given the age of the house, she thought she might be scratched by shards of old-fashioned glass for her next move, but there was clearly no better choice for the arrow.

With all his strength, Nevis hit the window with his uninjured left shoulder.She believed that even if she failed to knock the latch off, her weight would be enough to shatter the rotten wooden frame and the dirty glass on it.

But the reality is... an inexplicable force slammed her whole body back into the cramped servant dormitory with at least twice the momentum of her own impact.The rotten window frame, which seemed to have been unrepaired for a hundred years, was not touched by even a trace of sawdust.

it's over...

(End of this chapter)