Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Mystery? (below)
Ziliang just has no memory, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have common sense.
So he noticed it almost instantly...... Marple's head was shattered by a gun.
That's right, guns!
Ziliang turned his head blankly, and then looked surprised, looking at Professor Moriarty holding a pistol in his hand, it was obvious that the bullet just now was fired from this gun.
But...... Where did he get the gun?
Also, why did this guy kill Mrs. Marple?
Ziliang hesitated for a second: "Well, well, it seems that you have already thought that Mrs. Marple is the murderer, right." At the same time, he also pondered to himself: "Could it be that this guy also saw the burned man?" However, according to the rules, if I had found out Marple's murder method first, then no one else would have gotten any more information, otherwise, we would have known about it as early as when [Inspector Polo] died. Also, Why does he have a gun? Did he sign that pledge? No, when I read the pledge, no one signed it, and when I woke up, I went to the living room, and even if Moriarty wanted to sign it, he didn't have a chance...... But what's going on with this gun? The most critical ...... Why did he kill Mrs. Marple? β
For a moment, countless speculations flashed through Ziliang's mind, but none of them had the possibility of being established.
"You're surprised?" Moriarty said lightly.
"Of course surprised, whoever suddenly sees a person's head bloom should be surprised, right?" Ziliang replied calmly, but his heart was not as relaxed as his face, because Moriarty's muzzle was already aimed at him.
"Heh, so, in this game, you lost again." Moriarty said.
Ziliang frowned: "I lost?" Again? β
"Yes, you've always wanted to prove that you're better at crime than I am, but obviously, you're not. Oh, and I think you can guess the word 'again', rightβββ we've played a few games between the two of us, but unfortunately you lost. β
Ziliang frowned: "What do you say again, what are the several games, and besides, what the hell am I losing?" β
Moriarty sighed: "Phew, to be honest, I've already explained this question five times, so I don't want to explain it, and besides, I'm really tired of playing with it......"
"Foreheadβββ" Ziliang hummed in a long voice, he was completely blinded, and he couldn't even understand what Moriarty was saying: "You said you're tired of playing, what do you mean?" β
Moriarty smiled: "That's it...... This means. β
The voice did not fall.
"Bang!" With a bang, a bullet passed directly through Ziliang's heart.
Moreover, at this moment, Ziliang did not seem to have the bonus of [Blood of Titonos], his wound did not heal, but directly, he leaned back and fell in a pool of blood.
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Meanwhile.
"Ahh Ziliang woke up suddenly, and a light that was not very dazzling hit his eyes, Ziliang narrowed his eyes, and then found that he seemed to be lying on a hospital bed somewhere.
He sat up.
It was a small ward, and there was a bed next to it, but it was empty at the moment, and on the opposite side of the bed was a window, and outside the window, there was nothing βββ white.
Ziliang shook his head, then stood up and walked out of the ward.
His mind was still a little messy, it felt like he had just slept for a long time, and it stands to reason that if a person had just experienced a shooting, and then opened his eyes and found himself in a strange environment, he would be more or less flustered, but Ziliang didn't seem to be very afraid of this hospital, and even ...... There's also an inexplicable familiarity.
At the end of the corridor, there was a staircase that extended downward, and Ziliang was about to walk through it following his consciousness.
However, at the edge of the staircase, there was a room, and Ziliang happened to pass by there.
And this room, at first glance, should be a kitchen, because directly opposite the door, there is a long row of stoves, and all kinds of kitchen utensils are hung all over the wall, but, when you look at it a second time, you will see that it is a bit like a morgue, because, on the other side of those pots and pans, there is a large platform, and at this moment, there is a corpse lying on it.
Well, I know that this combination of corpses accompanying the kitchen is a bit scary, but it is difficult for Ziliang to pay attention to these at the moment, because what he is paying attention to is a person. This person was standing next to the corpse, dressed in a chef's costume, but the knife in his hand was cutting the corpse's thigh meat very carefully.
And the man seemed to see Ziliang standing at the door, so he raised his head.
"Hey, are you awake?" The man even took the initiative to say hello to Ziliang: "Lost again?" β
Ziliang frowned: "Again...... Lost again? β
The man saw Ziliang's stunned and blinded expression, so he smiled: "Hahaβββ okay, it seems that you have to slow down for a while." β
As he spoke, the man lowered his head and continued to cut his corpse, and as he spoke, he took out a lollipop from the side and put it in his mouth.
Ziliang shook his head, still dazed, he didn't even ask who this person was, where was this? I walked downstairs in a daze.
As soon as he reached the first floor, he saw a skinless 'big dog' with his brain exposed crawling past him, and the image did not need to be described much, in short, it was to be as mad as he was, and the big dog ignored him and walked past him.
"Hey, lost again?" A voice came suddenly.
Ziliang turned his head, and then saw a little girl, who looked quite cute, if you didn't care about the other dog next to her, who was 1 meter tall and had a more terrifying appearance.
"Look at you like this, you really lost again." The little girl said.
Ziliang rubbed his head: "Lose...... What does it mean to lose? β
"Huh? Don't remember yet? The little girl replied, "Whatever, anyway, Freddy's LCD TV has also been found this time, oh, by the way, remember to find time to come to my laboratory." β
"What are you doing in your lab?" Ziliang asked subconsciously.
"You've been losing your body to me for 24 hours, don't play tricks." As she spoke, she took out a piece of paper.
γLetter of Commitment to Transfer the Right to Use the Bodyγ
[I (Ziliang) promised to hand over the body to 'Shirley. Platinum', acting as an experimental supply for 24 hours, within the time limit, fully cooperate with each other, do your best, and never complain! γ
There is also a signature underneath, which says βββ Ziliang.