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Chapter 24 Evil
The next moment, the detective who was squatting in front of Qin Xiaohe to take a picture suddenly stood up, pulled her away almost instantly, and at the same time took out something from his pocket and pointed it at the person opposite.

"Housekeeper?" Qin Xiaohe looked at the person in surprise, and then raised his eyebrows when he saw the gun brought out by the detective: "Can people in this world still carry guns?"

[Because you revealed non-game content in front of the theater characters, 100 deduction value will be deducted, the current deduction value is 250, and the penalty mechanism will be activated if the deduction value is lower than 100 at the end of the game. 】

The next moment she finished feeling, the voice of the system rang in her mind.

Qin Xiaohe: "..."

What else in this game does she not know?
The good thing is that the detective's attention is now on the gun-wielding butler, and before she thinks deeply about what she said, the butler's attention is also on the detective, and neither of them pays attention to her.

There was a sneer on the corner of the detective's mouth: "Butler, is it wrong for you to do this?"

The butler, who used to be a gentleman and polite, now exudes a gloomy aura, and said with a blank expression: "Mr. Gu, I told you to abide by your duty and not do unnecessary things."

"Your husband is dead, you still have to hide this filth, you are really a good dog." The detective taunted in a strange way.

"Mr. Gu, you are only here to investigate the cause of Mr.'s death, and this has nothing to do with you." The butler remained unmoved, and slightly exerted his finger on the trigger.

Although the two formed a confrontational situation, Qin Xiaohe somehow remembered a certain Kexue plot in his mind, and the detectives in it never killed people.

In fact, the face of the detective standing in front of her is getting worse and worse.

At this moment, a black figure suddenly appeared in the wine cellar, followed by something that slammed down——

"Bang!"

The wine jar exploded directly on the old housekeeper's head, and the mellow wine smell instantly overflowed. The wine mixed with the other party's blood on the ground, but it also dissipated a lot of the bloody smell lingering in the secret room.

The detective was stunned for a moment, and after seeing the butler collapsed in front of him, he hurried forward to check the other's breathing and pulse.

"It's okay." The detective breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then are you all right?" Xu Shuo tilted his head to look at them, and took a look at the cell by the way.

Although he knew that there was a secret room hidden below, he hadn't come down to see it himself, because the only camera in the entire villa was not just the secret room, there was also a pinhole camera installed in the wine cellar.

How could those people not be careful at the entrance?

"The fight hasn't started yet—are you that chef? Why did you come here?" After the detective finished the previous sentence, his thoughts quickly turned to the identity of the young man, and he looked at him meaningfully.

"When I was going to the toilet, I saw the butler walking this way. He didn't look very good, so I followed him to have a look."

"The servants in this manor are very afraid of the housekeeper and dare not approach him, but you are not afraid at all."

"It's okay, I haven't been here for a long time, and the housekeeper is usually very nice." Xu Shuo answered kindly.

Tan Xiaohe at the side listened to his good words for the butler, and then looked at the old butler who was thrown on the ground by him and now his life and death were unknown.

The detective also twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly, helped the old butler up, and prepared to take him out for treatment, lest this man really bleed to death later.

Otherwise, the chef in front of him, even if he was not guilty at first, would be guilty now.

"Oh, by the way, don't mess with the things in this secret room, especially that computer." When the detective carried him out, he asked worriedly.

"There's nothing moving about here, there's blood everywhere, and it feels dirty to the touch." Xu Shuo went out after him, patted the water stains on his hands, the wine jar had been smashed just now, and the wine had spilled on him body.

The detective didn't say anything after seeing this, and Tan Xiaohe didn't want to stay longer in that suffocating place, so he left and walked beside the young man.

"Hey, did you already know there was something down there?" Tan Xiaohe asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Xu Shuo said lazily.

"You read my letter?"

"If you don't believe it, what can I do?"

The young man looked at her with an innocent face, Tan Xiaohe clicked his tongue and didn't ask any more questions. Although he felt a little uncomfortable being used as a gun, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was nothing to lose, and he even watched half of the scene.

More importantly, the game is over in two hours, so in the remaining time, the extra time is for fun.

Qin Xiaohe finished comforting herself.

……

After the three of them returned to the villa, the three of them in the hall were sitting on the sofa looking at something, while the maid next to her had a disheartened expression on her face. The detective called her several times but still didn't respond.

"Little beauty, don't be in a daze, go and get the medicine box, the person who pays you is dying." The detective walked over and threw the housekeeper on the sofa, and raised his hand in front of her.

Hearing the salary, the maid regained her composure.

But when she saw the butler lying next to her, she took two steps back as if frightened. The expression on her face was even more frightening than before. If it was the fear and dread of the lower-ranking people from the higher-ranking ones before, it is real fear now. scared.

After all, in those videos, the figure of the butler also appeared.

That means they're all in the same gang!

"What's wrong?" The detective keenly noticed that her attitude was not right.

"I... I, I, I will go get the medicine box..." The maid glanced at the blood on the butler's head, trembling, and left quickly.

The detective looked at her back, then turned his attention to the people on the sofa, and asked Zhan Qian, whom he was more familiar with: "Miss Zhan, what are you looking at?"

Zhan Qian was trying to maintain an elegant and calm expression, and said, "A video."

Tan Xiaohe, who followed him, saw Yang Ming, and guessed with a high probability in his heart that the otaku must have already deciphered the encrypted file.

This might make sense, because when she entered the utility room just now, she really hadn't had time to touch anything, let alone take it away. It might be Yang Ming who completed the task at that time.

So now, is this guy showing everyone the results of their mission? !

Qin Xiaohe also leaned over. The detective just picked up the tablet and wanted to see what the image Zhan Qian was talking about, but in fact, maybe they all had expected it in their hearts.

It was played in the video store, and the familiar secret room appeared in front of my eyes.

The detective stared blankly at what was in the surveillance. Mr. Guo tied an unconscious girl to the electric chair, and then used it to carry out his crimes.

There are a lot of videos in the file. Unlike Zhan Qian and the others who stopped watching after watching a few, the detective even opened and watched all the videos, and gradually matched the victim with the character in his mind.

Although the disappearance of this mountain could not be investigated in detail, thanks to the efforts of several detectives, the power of the Guo Group has been declining day by day. Until now, Gu Miao has been able to enter the manor to investigate generously.

Even just now, Mr. Guo's criminal evidence has been found, and the existence of the video makes this matter no longer have any sophistry.

But it seems that everything is meaningless.

Because it's too late for them.

"So..." After watching the video, the detective shook the tablet in his hand, looked at a few people, and smiled meaningfully: "How did you get these things?"

Zhan Qian and Miss Painter looked at Yang Ming together.

Tan Xiaohe next to him didn't seem to know what his boyfriend had done, and he looked surprised.

Yang Ming: "..."

He looked up at the high dome, then looked down at the floor, took a sip of the black tea on the table, and finally opened the task panel of the system to watch the two-hour countdown.

Yang Ming felt that he should be able to finish the remaining hour and a half in silence.

After all, it cannot be explained.

In any case, it is a foregone conclusion that he hacked into Mr. Guo's computer, and it is impossible to forcibly argue that these materials were run into his tablet by himself.

And if you admit it, then there will definitely be more problems.

But—he's not from this world anyway, he's just playing a game, and now the game is about to end, and this group of people can't do anything about him, and they probably don't have time to bring him back to the police station for investigation.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming felt relieved, and began to focus on the pattern on the teacup.

The scene fell silent, and several people were speechless at his appearance of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water. At this moment, the photographer suddenly walked in with a serious face.

"Gu Miao!" The photographer was about to ask the detectives to verify something, when he saw such a rare crowd of players in the lobby, he was slightly taken aback.

"Ah, you came just in time, let me show you." The detective turned around and saw him, and handed over the tablet.

The photographer subconsciously caught the tablet, and the detective clicked the play button for him.

【Congratulations on completing mission one: Find the criminal evidence of the owner of the manor, Mr. Guo. 】

The next moment, a system prompt sounded in the photographer's mind.

He was silent. When he questioned the gardener in the backyard just now, he had already learned the whole story of the incident. He went to the detective just to ask for information, but he did not expect to get the evidence by changing hands.

The photographer glanced at the beginning of the video and didn't watch it. He handed back the tablet, looked around the hall, and suddenly asked, "Where's the chef?"

All five players are present, only one cook is missing.

The detective put away the tablet as a matter of course, and didn't intend to return it to the otaku. He said, "I should go to change clothes. He was splashed with wine just now."

Since it was the detective who said it, the photographer didn't doubt it much, but asked again: "Where did you go just now?"

"Go and see the crime scene."

"The secret room?" said the photographer.

"Well, the crimes that have persisted from three years ago to the present." The detective nodded, and said with a serious face: "Back then, Mrs. Guo sent me a message for help, probably because she discovered her husband's behavior. However, there is one thing You probably guessed wrong, Mrs. Guo and her husband really love each other."

The detective said the last sentence to Zhan Qian.

Because when he was in the courtyard before, Zhan Qian once left a sentence "Mr. Guo doesn't love his wife that much".

Hearing this, Zhan Qian rolled her eyes gracefully and did not speak. She still had reservations about her views. If Mr. Guo really loved her wife, he should have stopped at that time.

The detective continued: "She loved her husband, so she couldn't betray her husband, but she couldn't accept or stop Mr. Guo's criminal behavior, so she finally chose to commit suicide."

"Master Guo understands this exactly. He fell into the same predicament as his mother, so he began to stay behind closed doors. The old butler has been on duty in the manor for decades, and his feelings for Mr. Guo are like doting on his son. Knowing all this, but indulged."

"It's a pity, what they fell in love with was just a demon, and fell with the demon."

The last sentence was not spoken by the detective, but by the chef who came over after changing his clothes.

Xu Shuo glanced at the butler who was being treated by the trembling maid, and sat on the other side of the sofa, right next to Zhan Qian, and she moved her thigh carefully in shock.

"You're right." The detective looked at him meaningfully: "It's also a crime to cover up a crime, let alone this kind of devil."

Because of their silence and indulgence, the nine girls suffered such horrific tortures in three years and died in pain and despair.

If not this time...

The detective who thought of this frowned, looked at the few people present and said, "Although I don't know what the purpose of your coming here is, I hope that everyone can cooperate to make a record after the police arrive later."

Hearing this, Zhan Qian smiled mysteriously: "Of course, but when will the police arrive? Can they arrive within two hours?"

The detective opened his mouth, but before he could answer, another girl said with a hint of sarcasm: "Don't worry, I'll be there within half an hour. I just saw their car at the foot of the mountain. Don't you even have half an hour to return?" Not necessarily."

It was Miss Painter who spoke, calmly breaking Zhan Qian's mysterious superiority.

Zhan Qian stroked her hair without anything to say, her face was still elegant and calm, but she didn't know what she was complaining about.

The detective was a little surprised: "It seems that they are quite fast."

He also saw the extent of the landslide when he came. He thought it would take at least noon to finish cleaning up, but he didn't expect it to be over now.

In this case, the other case will probably come to light soon.

Although Mr. Guo is guilty and unforgivable, it should be the law that sanctioned him, not being murdered.

Even if the murderer has killed harm for the people in a certain way, it still cannot change the fact that he has committed a crime.

Thinking of this, the detective suddenly glanced at the chef who was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and then said, "Chef Zhang, can I go to your room and take a look?"

Xu Shuo waved his hand at him and said nothing.

The detective turned around and walked to his room, followed by the photographer without any sense of disobedience.

The photographer who entered the room closed the door and said impatiently, "Gu Miao, do you think he really killed Mr. Guo to avenge Mrs. Guo?"

The detective held his chin and said, "Don't get too excited, there is no evidence to prove that he is the murderer yet."

"My intuition." The photographer pursed his lips, looking unclear.

The countdown on the system panel may be the end of the game for others, but for him who still has a task to complete, it is the countdown of punishment.

Who knows what the punishment for failing this game will be!
The detective was lying down to check the bottom of the bed. Hearing this, he said faintly, "Really, I heard earlier that you like to rely on your intuition to solve cases, but that kind of illusory thing..."

Speaking of this, the detective suddenly paused. He rubbed the floor under the bed with his fingers, and there was no trace of dust.

But there is no dust anywhere under the bed, and there is no trace of dragging. The room is clean and spotless. It seems that the owner is a person who likes cleaning very much, so he even cleans the bottom of the bed every day.

"Quite clever," murmured the detective.

(End of this chapter)