Why it never ends

Chapter 247 It was an animal at the beginning

Villefort noticed Tanglar's gaze, and he looked back tentatively, but Tanglar glared at him resentfully, and silently looked away.

"Who's next?" Paran asked.

"Can I try?" Teresa asked in a warm voice, raising her hand.

"Of course." Palan passed the rattle, "Don't forget the rules."

Trisha smiled, and she coughed softly, "Of course, please listen carefully: my father, my husband, my son... After I lost them one by one, I finally realized that I The only person you really love is yourself..."

In the candlelight, Trisha's voice seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy mist. This scene reminded people of the dangerous siren in the mist, who always lured the ship to deviate from the normal track with its seemingly beautiful singing voice.

"...Try reasoning, what happened?"

Tanglar shrank his neck when he heard it, and felt a sense of discomfort on the spot—whether it was Tereza or her story, he seemed to feel a chill all over his body.

Trisha looked at Tanglar, who looked like a pig's liver, "Mr. Viscount, do you want to guess first?"

Tanglar picked up the wine in front of him and took another sip, "Hehe, no need."

Endai was eager to try: "Then I will come first! Is there any supernatural phenomenon in the story?"

……

There are supernatural phenomena.Someone died.Died of murder.

The place of death is unimportant, the time of death is unimportant, and the manner of death is both important and unimportant.

The deceased were all physically disabled.Missing heart. "I" is the murderer.

However, "I" does not hate the dead, even, "I" loves each of them.

……

For Trisha's story, everyone guessed for more than half an hour at a stretch, and only hit a few valid questions.However, the more this is the case, the more interesting the players are. Su Lei even took out a pen and paper, summarizing several clues that have been clearly affirmed or denied.

Just when everyone was thinking hard, Trisha looked at Hesta again: "Where's Eureka? Do you have any ideas?"

Hesta looked down slightly.

"... In this story, is there a 'sacrifice' plot?"

Trisha's eyes brightened slightly, "Yes."

Looking at his notebook, Su Lei suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "I might understand."

Trisha smiled: "Where is Eureka, you just put forward the key clue, do you have the answer now?"

"No, I was just asking casually just now." Hesta raised his hand to signal Si Lei, "...Let's leave it to Officer Su Lei."

Trisha looked at Si Lei: "Please."

"I think the protagonist in the story probably sacrificed her father, husband and son successively in order to get something. The sacrifice conditions here are probably something like 'offering the heart of the person you love the most', but in After the death of the father, the husband and the son, what the protagonist expected didn't happen, so at the end it dawned on her—that the person she loved most wasn't any of the dead, but herself, wasn't she?"

Trisha clapped her hands: "Congratulations."

"Is this the original story?" Si Lei asked, "What is it for? It feels like there are still many details that are not clear."

Trisha Wen said: "The original story is: I met a god in the wilderness, and he promised me: Offer the heart of the person you love the most, and I will give you eternal life, so I killed my father one by one , husband and son, and offered their hearts, however, God told me that none of them was my favorite person, so I understood that my favorite person in the world is myself—although some details are incomplete , but Police Officer Su Lei has roughly guessed it, so this should be regarded as a successful solution to the puzzle, right?"

"Forget it," Palan nodded approvingly, "All the important points of the story have been guessed, I think it's okay, what about the others?"

Following everyone's nodding, the butler put a piece of rusk into Si Lei's bowl.

The reason why everyone deviated from the answer before they started reviewing the game. Amidst the noisy debate, Hesta kept observing Villefort's face from the corner of his eye.

The duke never joined anyone's conversation, he just sat there quietly, looking ahead distractedly.Similar sadness appeared on his face as in the previous night's conversation, his face was pale and haggard, and his expression was in a trance.

Not long after, Palan signaled everyone to be quiet, "Let's start the next round of the game? Who will come up with the questions?"

Hesta raised his hand, "I'll do it."

"Okay." Trisha got up and handed the rattle to Hesta.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Hesta. However, after Hesta answered the bell, he was not in a hurry to speak.

The sound of rain, the sound of breathing, the ear-piercing movement of seats when people change their positions... The room is extremely quiet, as if time has frozen, only the candle flame occasionally jumps, and even the shadows cast by the people behind them.

Hesta stared at the wind and rain outside the window, whispered:
"First the animals, then the corpses of their own kind, then their own kind, and finally themselves.

"Try to reason about what happened."

After a moment of pondering, Trisha raised her hand first: "...Does your story also have a 'sacrifice' plot?"

"Yes." Hesta looked sideways, "Yes."

A sudden flash of lightning in the distant sky turned the entire hall pale without warning. Villefort shivered unconsciously. He suddenly withdrew his hand on the table, but accidentally knocked down the glass containing the wine. ——

The sound of thunder and glass shattering sounded at the same time.

Hesta looked at Villefort: "What's wrong with the Duke, are you all right?"

Villefort forced a weak smile, "It's thunder... This thunder scares me a little."

"Pull up the curtains!" Tanglar couldn't bear it anymore, he patted the table angrily, "Turn on the lights! Turn on the lights! Turn on all the lights!"

The butler quickly turned around and pulled up the curtains. Following the actions of the servants, all the lights in the hall were turned on.

Being in the brightly lit hall again, many people feel as if they have passed away.This feeling is so magical-the light dispelled all the haze, as if it directly brought them back to civilized society from a precarious black iron dynasty.

Look at the gilded bowls and dishes in front of you, the intricately carved candlesticks, and the exquisite and delicious food and wine...their existence is like a sign, a promise: no matter how violent the wind outside the window is, here, in this magnificent mansion In this world, everything will always be peaceful and peaceful, no rain or shine.

Hesta looked at Tanglar: "Is the Viscount also frightened?"

"What are you scared of? It's because you guys have played too much!"

Hesta smiled slightly, replaced the wine with water, and toasted to the viscount to apologize. Tanglar turned his face away with a livid face and ignored it.Although he was no longer in the mood to play games at this moment, the wind and rain outside the window frightened him. He really didn't have the courage to leave alone, so he could only fidget and watch the game continue.

　I received a reward from the leader yesterday, and just happened to have another manuscript in my hand, so I dropped it and changed it! (Woo!

　　(Although this is the case, there is no guarantee that you will add more _(`"∠)_ when you meet the leader. Everyone's follow-up reading is already a great support for me.

　　Finally, thank you readers again for a little carbon.

　　
　
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