"Not Sherlock?" Ziliang was stunned: "Why do you say that?" ”

"I don't know, guess, because I think Sherlock is a smart guy too." Moriarty said, "Oh, when it comes to smart people, I don't think any of us here are stupid, so what you just said...... That is, the rules of the game of 'kill the murderer', I also thought about it, I thought...... Mrs. Marple, you should have thought of it too. ”

Moriarty threw a seemingly polite smile like Mrs. Marple in a wheelchair.

"It's just that you said it, of course, you didn't say it to show how smart you are, and the person who showed his wisdom at this time is a fool...... So, you're making this public just to make sure that all of us are aware of the rule, so that all three of us are in the know, so the rule has to be broken, after all, we can't murder the other two people and then kill ourselves, right, so with all that said, you're just afraid that you'll be the next victim......"

Ziliang listened to Moriarty's words and scratched his head a little embarrassed.

"Ahh......h Ha ha...... Hahaha...... So you've already guessed it, it's embarrassing......"

"It's okay, if it were me, I'd do the same." Mrs. Marple said to Ziliang as if comforting a child, yes, she actually figured it out a long time ago, otherwise she wouldn't have been like a cross talk, following Ziliang's words.

So, it's a terrible, terrible thing for a group of smart people to get together, and it's infinitely close to a bunch of fools getting together.

The former is that what these people are thinking about each other, everyone else can also think of, and the latter is that no matter who thinks or what, everyone else is blinded, so in terms of results, it is actually the same.

"Okay, so you think that Sherlock guy is probably the first to guess this rule, and based on his arrogant personality, he won't play according to the game organizer, so no matter who killed Kudo Shinichi, as long as he makes us all think that he is the one who killed Kudo Shinichi, and then he plays and disappears in front of us, then, the chain will be broken, and the game will not be able to continue, right?" Ziliang muttered weakly: "And if this is the case, then the organizer of the game will have to intervene in this game again, change the rules, or simply terminate the game, in that case, our worst ending will be to completely get out of this villa...... As for the best results...... We must have caught the organizer and beat him up......"

"Well—it seems like something that someone of Sherlock's personality can do." Marple nodded and said, "That's easy...... Now that the game chain is broken, I don't want to find out who killed Kudo Shinichi, so I think Sherlock killed it well, but Sherlock disappeared again...... So......" said Marple, who simply pulled out her ball of yarn from the side of his wheelchair: "So let's just wait and see what the organizers do with this dead end." ”

"Good idea." Moriarty said, then walked straight up the stairs and prepared to go back to bed: "Oh, wait. With that, he walked back to the table, and then came to the table, and took a sharp knife: "I'm not sure if that guy in the house only has a spare key, so if someone breaks into my house tonight, well, everyone is smart, I guess you won't do such a stupid thing, right?" ”

He said as he shook the knife in his hand before walking back to his bedroom.

Ziliang in the living room glanced at Mrs. Marple on the side.

"Okay, okay, let's go back to the house, I can't beat you with my legs and feet, you better keep some thoughts, deal with what's going on, you know, if some aliens suddenly appear in front of us tonight, and then bring seven or eight killers, detectives and other people, and tell us that the game will continue, then I won't be surprised at all, so ...... Now it's not us who we need to guard against, but those who have never shown up, or who we have forgotten. ”

Ziliang listened to Mrs. Marple's words and nodded: "Okay, it makes sense. Immediately, he went into his room.

At this moment, Mrs. Marple was the only one left in the whole living room, she looked at the locked door, looked up at Moriarty's room on the second floor, and then smiled inexplicably, and put the yarn back in the wheelchair.

......

In the bedroom, Ziliang was lying on the bed, he pondered the death of these people repeatedly, and calculated the rules of the game, and felt that everything could make sense, then perhaps, this is the way it is.

...... The walls were well insulated, the house was quiet, and every few minutes, he glanced at the scenery outside the window, and outside his window was a sandy beach, on which the moonlight shone on it, providing decent visibility, that is, if he got information about the murder of someone, then, this message must have appeared on the beach, perhaps, it was like writing a name on the beach with a small stick, and then after a few tides, it was washed away, and no one would see it except himself.

Ziliang just looked at it, but the name never appeared, so he said...... Did your plan succeed? So, when the organizers of this game find that the game can't be played, they will appear in front of themselves?

He just thought about it, waiting for someone with a strange appearance to appear in his bedroom...... But...... This person has not appeared.

In this way, the silence lasted for I don't know how long.

Finally, Ziliang felt a little bored, and he sat up and paced back and forth in the room.

Of course, even this could not calm him down, so he went to the door of his bedroom...... The doorknob was flipped up.

Yes, he wanted to go out for a walk, although it was a bit dangerous, but if everything was as he thought, then no one should rush over and kill him...... As for Mrs. Marple, to be honest, he really didn't think that Mrs. Marple's legs and feet would kill her.

So, Ziliang pushed the door open.

The waiting room in the living room had been reconnected after a few flickering moments, and now the dim and languid light was covering the living room.

And then...... Ziliang was stunned.

Because, he saw a man.

...... Shylock......