"Huh?"

As soon as Sato Ken's words came out, Lu Yuan noticed that something was wrong.

"Wait! No, if it could only be an accident or a suicide? Where did the resentment come from, when you first came to the island, didn't your old man say that only souls with resentment can have souls. ”

Lu Yuan asked directly, the reason why he was so sure that the cause of Sato Shuichi's death was not so simple, not only because of the monks' explanations of the soul descent, but also because if it was really that simple, then what is this copy, it is just a killing game? So what does the so-called "customs clearance" mean in the rules? Is it better to kill only the last one?

Why is it so troublesome, just throw all the participants into the desert and cut each other.

Therefore, Lu Yuan dares to guarantee that there must be a hidden plot here. And this hidden plot is the key to clearing this dungeon.

However, Lu Yuan just started to shout, only to hear a "squeak" in the dark screening room, and suddenly a light shot in.

The door that came in was opened, and Ichiro Sato appeared at the door of the room in a wheelchair.

"What do you mean?" He asked rhetorically in a voice that was so old that it was almost impersonal, "Are you questioning that the descendants of our Sato family will be killed?" ”

Everyone was stunned, in fact, the person they want to see most now is Ichiro Sato, but when they think of seeing a housekeeper, they have to wait for half a day, and the head of the Sato Group must not make an appointment for a week in advance.

Unexpectedly, this Ichiro Sato took the initiative to send it to the door.

Lu Yuan was secretly happy in his heart, but he didn't show it at all.

"Heh, that's interesting, then may I ask, if Ling Sun just died in an accident, then where did he get so much resentment."

Ichiro Sato drove the smart wheelchair and slowly walked towards Lu Yuan, and the arrogance and coercion of the superior came to his face.

"Resentment?" He seemed to ask rhetorically, "You inferior people don't know what resentment is, do you think that only those who are killed have resentment?" Oh, that's just a rhetoric given to you by your ignorance. ”

When Lu Yuan heard this, he thought, "? Didn't this old man want to instill in me the three views of rich people or something? ”

Sure enough, in the next second, Ichiro Sato said in a voice that was almost a low roar, "Our descendants of the Sato family, as long as they don't die, they will all go with resentment!" My grandson died in an accident when he was only 6 years old, shouldn't there be resentment, he has not yet enjoyed the rights and wealth given by the family, shouldn't there be resentment?! He didn't experience pampering, didn't watch his parents and elders grow old, didn't experience the beauty of the world, less and more, and his love was not opened, shouldn't all of this be with resentment? ! ”

"Hey, he's not careful, can he complain about this?"

"Accidentally? Hmph, it's caused by the destiny of heaven, and God is jealous of talents, so Xiuyi must have a great grudge, so he wrote this letter and asked me to exorcise the resentment for him! ”

The old man's body seemed to tremble a little because of the atmosphere, but this theory that as long as he didn't die, he was resentful, and it really made Lu Yuan a little unacceptable.

He could only helplessly tell himself, "Okay, okay, it's all set up by the system, it's all fellow countrymen, eliminate gas, eliminate gas"

Seeing that Ichiro Sato was so excited when he mentioned his grandson, Mr. Mori also stepped forward, "Old man, don't be so excited, I'm not questioning the cause of Ling Sun's death, I just think that this letter is very strange, so I suspect that someone wants to use your hand to carry out a series of murders, so can you tell us more about the cause of Ling Sun's death, so that we can conduct a further investigation." ”

"Investigation? Can your investigation bring Shuichi back from the dead? ”

"Well, I can't." Maori replied embarrassedly.

"Hmph, what's the use of that, I said, there is nothing to investigate about Xiuyi's death, not to mention, an accident 30 years ago, and the bones of the deceased have long since passed away with the wind, how can you investigate now?"

"It's really hard to do."

"Also, you don't have to worry about the baseless idea that someone wants to do some murder with my hand, and no one in my circle will waste time for the lives and deaths of your people. ”

"Okay, okay." Maori replied helplessly, and could feel that if it weren't for the old man's age, he would have kicked it over.

At this time, Lu Yuan interjected again.

"Okay, okay, when the old man's stubborn temper comes up, it's really hard to coax." He muttered, "But, let's go to your bedroom and have a look, don't you call Detective Maori and Officer Twilight, with the mentality of 'If only we could uncover how that letter came about?'" ”

Lu Yuan's words did suddenly say Sato Ichiro's heart, and I saw that in the other party's eyes, there seemed to be a trace of loosening after a few seconds

"Okay, come with me." Ichiro Sato said.

And Takeru Sato naturally came behind Ichiro Sato, pushed his wheelchair, and walked out of the room.

Speaking of which, Ichiro Sato's bedroom was quite close to this screening room, and within 5 minutes, everyone came to a very quiet courtyard.

It was a seemingly ordinary yard, with some simple flowers and plants, and a smooth bluestone path leading to a seemingly ordinary house.

This house is the most typical detached house, you can see it as a small bungalow with an area of about 100 square meters and a height of 25 meters.

Takeru Sato pushed the old man to the door of the small bungalow, and Ichiro Sato took out a key from his robe, unlocked the door, and then pushed it, and the door opened.

He pushed his wheelchair into the room himself, then turned around and motioned for the others to follow.

Mori and the others entered the house, while Takeru Sato respectfully stayed outside the door.

"This is your bedroom?" Maori asked, looking around at the facilities.

No wonder he had this doubt, because the little bungalow didn't seem like anything special.

There is only one living room, and a small bedroom.

In the living room, there was a TV, a very old tea tray, and a wooden table, not even chairs.

In the small bedroom, there is only one bed.

The bed was a little bit special, it had a small opening, there were two iron handles on the opening, just enough to fit two wheelchair widths, this kind of bed was specially designed for people with disabilities who had no one to take care of them, so that people who could not move their legs could climb into bed on their own.

And other than that, there is nothing left in this little bungalow.

"Yes, this is my bedroom." Ichiro Sato said lightly.

"But it doesn't seem like anything special." Maori scratched her head and muttered.

As he spoke

"This house is not as simple as it seems." Lu Yuan leaned against a glass window and said, "First of all, this house should be closed. ”

Saying this, Maori frowned, he walked to a "window" beside him, pushed it, and was surprised to find that this window turned out to be a piece of glass, which was tightly fitted with the wall, and there was no way to push it open.

"Besides, this door looks ordinary, but if it were closed, there would be no way to open it from the outside."

When Lu Yuan spoke, he glanced at Ken Sato outside the door, and saw an affirmative answer in his eyes.

Indeed, this bedroom, in fact, from a certain point of view, is an airtight container, bulletproof and waterproof, with its own air circulation system, which is not a vent, but a sealed circulation like that on an airplane. Moreover, there is only one key to this room, which has always been carried with the head of the Sato family, and cannot be copied, and of course there is no such thing as picking the lock.

Maori is a little uneasy now.

There were not many secret rooms he had seen in his life, but this secret room without even a crack was the first time he had seen it.

"Well, that's why you slept in this room back then, and when you woke up, there was an extra letter next to your pillow?"

"Yes." Ichiro Sato replied.

"This~~ Are you sure that letter was not placed next to your pillow in the first place, but you were too sleepy at that time to accidentally not see it?"

Ichiro Sato looked at Mori and replied with a frown, "Of course not." ”

"Are you sure you locked the door that night?" Maori thought for a moment and then asked.

Ichiro Sato was a little impatient, and he looked at Mori.

"Mr. Maori, I hope you will not ask such pointless questions again, and I can tell you unambiguously that no one has entered this room that night, and no one but me has entered this room in the last month."

"Well, okay." Mr. Maori was also a little embarrassed at once, and he pinched his chin and fell into deep thought.

Now, this chamber is the equivalent of ———— in his head

Why is there an egg in an intact watermelon?

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