Walking through the door, the hall was dimly lit, and heavy curtains tightly covered all the windows.

Su Mo pulled the electric switch, but there was no sign of the light.

"Whoa!"

The lightning rod walked over to the window and pulled back a Romanesque court-style curtain...

"Ahem, cough, cough..."The dust was everywhere, and Su Jiahe covered his nose, "Su Mo, it's really too gray here, much worse than the east side building." ”

"That's normal. Su Mo waved his hand and swept away the dust that was flying, and through the light of the curtains, he looked at the mess, the heavy dust accumulated five centimeters thick, and the sofa on the ground was connected to a huge spider web.

If you look closely, it's supposed to be a cabaret or something, with sofas all around, a square dance floor in the middle, and a tattered bar not far away.

The entire ballroom area looks huge, even larger than the lobby of the east wing.

The dance floor is enclosed by an iron fence covered with rust

The lightning rod reached out and touched it gently, and when he raised his hand, he saw that his fingers were stained with black marks.

"Tsk. Seeing this, the lightning rod rubbed his fingers a little irritably, and muttered, "Why is there blood everywhere?"

Hearing this, Su Mo casually looked at his hand, compared the black marks everywhere around, and his pupils shrank slightly: "So, these on the wall and on the ground... It's all blood?"

"Well, I guess it's been too long, so the blood clotted into a black lump. The lightning rod nodded, looking at the black marks on the walls that almost looked like paint brushes, and couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine.

Rao is that he and Su Mo have seen a lot of bloody scenes, and it is difficult to accept such a bloodstained dance hall for a while.

Over here... It looks as if there was a massacre.

And if you look closely, on the wall on the west side, it seems to be written in black words: [Bloody Ending], the font is distorted, and if you don't look closely, you can't see it at all.

Seeing this, the lightning rod gasped and said slowly: "Mo Mo-chan, in fact, I had a guess last night, and when I saw this room, I think my guess should be right..."

Before the voice fell, the barrage in the live broadcast room kept popping up:

[I seem to understand that there is something wrong with this hotel! Maybe there are no murderers at all, it is all people's hearts. 】

Last night's werewolf killing game was just to scare you, but in fact, it was to make you mess with yourself, and then you both thought each other was a werewolf, and finally gathered in this dance hall and fought each other!]

【......】

[I also think the previous barrage is right, but what happened to Yu Minjiao? How did she die?]

The barrage of all Taoist friends is enough to illustrate a problem, the murderer kills fake, but the final ending killing is real.

As the lightning rod guessed ...

Last night's werewolf killing and cards were actually to shake everyone's psychology and make them think that there were werewolves, and in the end, under the domination of fear and anxiety, in order to protect themselves, they had to kill each other first, regardless of whether the other party was a werewolf or not.

Miao Fu is the best example.

Whereas... Anyone who has ever stayed in this hotel is like this.

......

At the same time, the bus company of City B, the command platform, gathered several police officers, as well as Shi Yanting.

At this time, Shi Yanting was shrunk in the corner with a disgraced face, looking at the uncle who had saluted the manager with a sad look.

I saw that the uncle was playing haha, pointing at Shi Yanting, and apologized to the manager: "I'm sorry, manager, we have caught the murderer last night, at the fifth stop of the 102 bus, but this kid is too frizzy, and he came to you in a hurry, and made a fuss." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, young man, it's understandable. The manager also replied politely, but the gloom on his face did not dissipate, he sighed, and became more and more depressed, "Alas, I just didn't expect that the murderer's matter passed, but the matter of the 102 bus was exposed..."

Seeing this, the uncle's eyes deepened, he picked up a cigarette, and echoed: "Yes, I don't know if I don't check, I'm shocked when I check, you say... How could it be that Wang Yun, the driver of bus 102, died of a heart attack seven days ago?