Ziliang pondered again.

"But why do I need to sign this pledge? I don't even know who you are...... Also, what's the point of your game of murdering each other, and finally, uh, what does this 'janitor's room' mean? He asked in a series of questions.

Disfigured face looked impatient: "Why do you have so many questions...... The meaning of this game, you will know sooner or later, as for what the guard room is, you don't care, and why do you want to sign for the renovation? You don't have to worry about it, you just sign it quickly. ”

As he spoke, his disfigured face took out a pen and stuffed it into Ziliang's hand.

Ziliang hesitated, this series of unfolding made him scratch his head at all, but if he really had a gun in his hand, it would not seem bad.

So———

"Well——— to say, there should probably be a category of killing tools you are talking about, right?" Ziliang asked.

The disfigured face nodded: "Of course there is, the category is ...... I think I can give it to you, and I'll give it to you......"

"In other words, you can only give some props for designing murder, but not the kind of murder weapons that can easily kill people, such as 'guns' and the like. In other words, I want to order drugs that can cause temporary amnesia, hypnotic reagents, cyanide capsules, etc., right? ”

"That's pretty much what it means, it's what the murderer of the murder can prepare in advance, I can give it to you, but you're very special, as long as you sign, I'll give you a gun, the kind with bullets, and then you go back, jump everyone else, and quickly end this stupid game, this deal is not a loss." Disfigured face said, pointing to the 'Guard's Room Entertainment Renewal Commitment' again.

"Well, that sounds tempting." Ziliang responded: "So...... I don't sign. ”

Ziliang said and put the letter of commitment next to the bed.

"Huh? Why? The person on the other side was puzzled, you don't care how Ziliang saw the puzzlement on his face, Ziliang didn't know, but he even saw the person's angry and depressed expression of wanting to lift the table.

"Give me a gun, hehe, such an obvious good thing is like giving me a plug-in prop, but anyone with a little common sense will definitely not agree, haven't you heard that kind of story? Demons always like to tempt others with some good things, in fact, that good thing is a bomb wrapped in candy, so I will not be fooled by you. Ziliang said with conviction.

"Hey, where did you hear this kind of story...... the man shouted with a bitter face, "I promise I'm not a demon, so do you sign it or not?" ”

"Don't sign, your face is like this, you say you're not a demon, who believes it?"

"Alas~" The person on the other side lowered his head and sighed: "I knew it wouldn't be so easy, I even suspect that you don't have amnesia at all, you go to this game to watch the excitement." ”

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." The disfigured face said disdainfully: "Okay, okay, what tools do you want, hurry up, and get out of here when you're done." ”

Ziliang nodded: "Okay, then, I'm going to ......"

......

......

Suddenly there was a trance.

Ziliang came back to his senses, and in front of him was still the window, the sea water outside the window was still whistling, and the handwriting on the beach had been washed away by the tide and could not be recognized...... However, this can also confirm that, in fact, the stunned spirit I was just now has not passed for a long time.

Strange to say, not only did Ziliang not feel too frightened after seeing the guy with his severely burned skin on his face, but he didn't even feel too much panic when he saw the feeling of 'suddenly appearing in another place and then coming back suddenly', as if he had experienced this feeling before.

Well, now is not the time to think about this, after all, the handwriting on the beach should not be written casually, so the top priority now is to find a way to get rid of the dangerous woman ——— Jane who has been pretending to be a vulnerable group, but in fact she is full of calculations. Mrs. Marple.

As for why she is dangerous, everyone must already know, yes, Sherlock died at her hands!

So, Ziliang turned around and walked out of his bedroom.

Since Ziliang has not been away for too long, the living room at this moment is no different from when Ziliang left, Moriarty and Mrs. Marple are still surrounding Sherlock's body, and it seems that they are still trying to solve the secret of Sherlock's disappearance.

Of course, just looking.

"Hey, what do you guys think?" Ziliang walked over and asked.

"Oh? Didn't you say you wanted to go back and get some sleep? Moriarty asked, intentionally or unintentionally.

"yes, yes, I wanted to get some sleep." Ziliang muttered: "But you also know that people always like to think crankily before going to bed, and I also have a problem, so I just lay on the bed and thought about it, and suddenly, I figured it out." ”

"Oh?" Marple was stunned: "You thought of the person who killed Sherlock?" ”

Ziliang smiled and nodded: "Yes, I thought about it, of course, and at the same time, I also thought about where Sherlock was hiding before, and how he disappeared......"

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly fell silent, except for Sherlock's faint coolness.

"What about you...... Why come out? ...... Do you want to tell us about it? Mrs. Marple asked, frowning.

And her doubts and subtext are also obvious, that is, ———'The person who killed Sherlock is obviously Moriarty, because she herself is an old lady and has no ability to commit crimes at all, so according to the rules, Ziliang's goal now should be how to deal with Moriarty, then, he should hurry up and think about a plan in the house now." ’

Oh, of course, Mrs. Marple said this, only in accordance with Ziliang's behavior, because she also concluded that the object of Sherlock's suspicion must be Moriarty, because, if the person he suspected was himself, then he should have received the message from the window, so it was even less likely that he would come out and say, 'Ah, I already figured out who the murderer was!' That's a stupid thing.

So to sum up, Mrs. Marple thinks that ——— Ziliang didn't guess that the murderer was herself, he just wanted to deceive himself.

"Hehe——— I'm still too young." This sentence was the ridicule in Mrs. Marple's heart at this moment.

Immediately after, she watched with a little surprise as Ziliang turned his face to herself.

"The murderer is you—Jane. Marple! ”

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