The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 410 Murder Case ([-])

The appearance of Ziliang's death was also very standard. He clutched his throat, fell to the ground, swayed wildly, and kicked his legs backwards vigorously. After a while, he stopped moving.

Everyone looked at Ziliang's posture and fell silent for a while.

"Okay, get up."

Miss Resentment House said.

"Oh." Ziliang thief replied awkwardly, and got up from the ground.

"Is there anyone showing any tell?" He immediately asked as if nothing happened.

Well, now everyone knows that this is a thief who has nothing new, but it works. If someone wants to poison you, or doesn’t want to poison you, you should die in front of him. If you can cheat, cheat , anyway, no money.

but
"No." Resentment House said angrily, he regretted it a little now, acting with Ziliang, it was really embarrassing.

"Well, maybe my acting skills are too bad, but it's not without gains." Ziliang said: "Anyway, this food should be edible."

"Ah? Are you really swallowing it?" Resentment House was taken aback.

"Yeah, the taste is quite good." Ziliang said, and began to add vegetables to his plate.

Well, let's not care about how popular this person is. He probably thinks that he would rather die from poisoning than starve to death. Anyway, he told everyone with practical actions that this dish is really edible.

If the image of eating Hesai is poisonous, this guy will die eight hundred times.

In this way, under Ziliang's "devotion" spirit, everyone started this Christmas dinner one after another.Of course, during the meal, these guys also looked at each other.

Let’s take a brief look at the pictures during the period.

The time came after the meal. Everyone leaned back on their chairs full of food and drink.

"Uh, now I feel that even death from poison is not so difficult to accept." Xinyi rubbed his stomach and muttered contentedly.

"So, what should we do now?" Resentment House asked, looking at the others.

At this time, Ziliang stood up again and said a very beautiful suggestion: "I suggest, let's go back to sleep."

And everyone looked at Xia Ziliang with a strange look, and then said in unison.

"it is good."

Of course, this is not a big-hearted or self-defeating, but in this case, going back to the house to sleep is the best choice.

Because at this stage, two major problems are still in front of everyone.

First: Can't get out.

Second: The murderer who strangled Kindaichi is still in this house in all likelihood.Well, in fact, everyone felt that the murderer was among these people.

Then someone has to ask, since the murderer is nearby, shouldn’t everyone get together, that’s the best choice? It’s said in [Horror Movie Survival Manual] that if you disperse one by one, you’ll give away the head.

Ha, this is because everyone is not careful in reviewing the questions.

What people say is under normal circumstances, but now... is that the normal situation?Don't you look at who these gangs are, are they likely to put their lives in the hands of others?
Besides, it's not a stranded island or a snow-covered mountain. You wait a day or two before someone comes to rescue you, but you are simply locked up in a place where time and space are disordered.

So, how long can you hold on to the group?How long can you sit at this round table without sleeping and take turns watching the night?one day?three days?Or weeks?
What should we do when there is no more food and everyone is exhausted?
Besides, there is only one key to the door anyway, so you can lock it once you are in the house.

To sum up, it is better to honestly choose a bed and come to sleep. If the murderer really has a spare key or something, hehe, to be honest, among the people present, except for Mrs. Marple, everyone feels that they Can fight back.

Well, even Mrs. Marple thought she was about the same.

So just like that, the proposal that one person choose one room to sleep in was passed unanimously.

Everyone found their own room one after another, and took the only key, and closed the door.

Although the scenery outside the window is different, but fortunately the time is about the same, it will not be the middle of the night next door, but the sun is shining on your face in this room.

So, nothing to say all night.
The next morning, when the sun rose on time, Ziliangte yawned comfortably, then wobbled, unlocked the door, and walked out of the room.

He leaned over the fence and glanced at the living room on the first floor. There, Holmes, Moriarty and Mrs. Marple had all woken up. Holmes was crossing his legs at the table, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. Artie stood by the window, humming something with her eyes closed, and seemed quite self-indulgent.And Mrs. Marple continued knitting.

To Ziliang's surprise, the dinner party last night had all disappeared, and what appeared instead were several pots of tea and coffee, as well as some breakfast items such as muffins and fried eggs.

Ziliang walked to the first floor.

"Uh, it's not because you love cleanliness that you removed all the food from yesterday." He asked.

"Of course not." Sherlock said, maintaining the posture of reading the newspaper: "When I woke up, the dinner party was gone, and these breakfasts and newspapers had already appeared on the table. Obviously, this house didn't want to Let us starve, and besides killing people, it's not bad for us."

"Well—" Ziliang hummed awkwardly: "You mean, these things just appeared here out of thin air?"

"Yes, at 6 o'clock in the morning, they just appeared on the table, and even this morning paper is the same as the morning paper I ordered on Baker Street." Sherlock continued.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Ziliang asked.

"No, I told him," said Mrs. Marple, "I woke up at five."

"Okay." Ziliang said with a sigh, he felt that what happened in this room now, he would not be surprised.

After another ten minutes, Kudo Shinichi also woke up. Of course, he also expressed surprise at the appearance of the breakfast, and he quickly accepted it.

In this way, the time passed by one minute and one second until 8 o'clock in the morning.
"Hey, let me say, is that woman named Yuwu really able to sleep like this?" Kudo Shinichi muttered.

"Women sleep well, and I did when I was young," said Mrs. Marple.

"So, can you sleep until 8 o'clock in a room where the space is disordered, two people have just died, and the murderer has not been found yet?" Sherlock asked as he put down the newspaper.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and glanced at each other.

Immediately, they stood up almost at the same time and rushed to the second floor.

(The story has begun, there is another chapter in the afternoon, don't worry. Tickets!)

(End of this chapter)