The sound of wind and rain outside the building has passed the most terrifying stage, and the sound of the rain is beginning to become dull and boring. Most of the people in the building have become disinterested in anything, and they spend most of their time hiding in their rooms. Breakfast and lunch are not as lively as dinner due to the difference in work and rest time.

On the first day of the storm, the scheduled time for the auction had passed. It was expected that no new people would enter the door, and after dinner someone suggested a little game to pass the time, and then a few people played Truth or Dare. But after the two plays, no one told the truth, and a group of vixen-like people laughed and dispersed. The next day, after dinner, there were still people who did not give up, and encouraged a group of boring people to play a killing game. After two more, there was no terrifying atmosphere at all after a war of words between laughter, and it ended hastily.

However, on the third day, when the wind and rain outside the building gradually subsided, the calm daily life inside the building suddenly broke out.

After lunch and until before dinner, the guests still maintain the habit of hiding in their rooms, and even if they choose to spend time in the living room, they all form small groups and rarely communicate with outsiders.

At dinner that day, the maid knocked on the door one by one as usual to remind that dinner had begun. The old butler still stood at the door of the restaurant to greet the guests as usual.

However, until the end of the supper, the white-robed Arabs and their women never appeared. The whole sheep they ordered, which was roasted yellow and greasy, but still looked like it was held high, seemed to have lost its spirit.

"Check if the guests are not in the room, and tell them that if it's inconvenient, they can make an exception to bring dinner into the bedroom." The old butler said helplessly to a young maid who looked very clever.

The old butler actually compromised! I knew that the old butler had been at odds with the Arabs for a long time over the problem of eating in the bedroom, and the maid who was caught in the middle was also worried for a long time. Hearing that the old butler was finally relieved, the naughty maid almost put the smile in her heart on her face.

"Got it, Mr. Ji." The maid's smile appeared on her face almost as she turned around.

The old butler sighed helplessly again. His name is Jean, but there is always a new maid who calls him Mr. Gil. He couldn't find who was the initiator, and he couldn't reason anything with the young girl, so he could only sigh secretly.

"Mr. Ji, blood! There is blood! The little maid almost ran back with a rolling belt, and the lace of the black and white maid's dress had been torn in several places, and it seemed that the journey was very difficult.

"Where is the blood? Whose blood? ”

"305, blood ......" The maid had obviously done her best, and she squeezed out the words as hard as she slapped her pale face.

Just a few words, but enough. Jean grabbed a maid and told him to go outside to find Mr. Zhang, and hurried upstairs.

The door of 305 was still tightly closed, and a line of blood that had condensed into a dark red crimson through the crack underneath had just poked its head out like a curious baby, but it was too shy to show any more.

Jean staggered to the door, but was suddenly frozen and silent. With one hand, he tore off the slip of paper that hung from the doorknob, and on it was written words of strange shapes, presumably in the language of the white robe. The note had been fluttering in the wind on the doorknob for almost the entire afternoon, and the maids had only thought it was something like "Do Not Disturb." But Jean recognized the line as "everyone in the room is dead."

Frightened, Jean felt as if he was seeing something, so he turned his head and scanned all the rooms on the third floor. Jean's eyes were already spent, and everything he could see a little further away was blurry, so he pulled the maid next to him and asked in a low voice, "Is there a note on the door over there?" ”

The maid glanced at it casually, as if he didn't understand the reason for Jean's whispered inquiry, and replied with a big grin: "That's right, it's a note." ”

A few idle guests who had nothing to do to watch the excitement ran to the door of room 309, tore down the note, and shouted, "Yes."

Russian! Forehead ......"

The man with the note was supposed to know some Russian, but apparently he was also a half-ass, and he frowned, searching his stomach to translate a line on the paper.

Jean suddenly became agile, and in a few steps he passed through the corridor that was gradually becoming crowded, snatched the note from the man's hand, and said politely: "Hehe, Mr. David, leave the matter here to us." ”

"What's going on here? Since it's a matter in the guest room, do we have the right to know? David was initially dissatisfied with Jean's actions, but quickly turned into suspicion.

"We'll give you an explanation when we figure things out." A small man suddenly appeared between Jean and David. The man was of a decent height among the southerners, but he was much shorter and thicker because he was sandwiched between two foreigners. But the ruthlessness in his eyes was very intimidating. It should be said that the guests here are all very intimidating figures, but David is below the average, so he slowly retreated under the deterrence of the small man.

"Mr. Zhang, the guests of 305 should already be more auspicious, please ask your subordinates to empty the corridor before opening the door." Despite his loyalist, Stephen is clearly a veteran of dealing with such incidents.

The short man sneered disdainfully and said, "Heh, you think these people will be scared by the dead man's business? Since they dared to come, they must have thought that this kind of thing would happen. ”

Jean didn't answer, and agreed with the little man in silence.

But the corridor was still emptied, and people were sent on both sides of the corridor.

305 and 309 were opened almost simultaneously, and both violently broke the latch in the door.

However, the interior of the two rooms is very different.

Room 305 was in shambles, with two women and a man lying on the floor nearly completely naked. Each of them had knives in their hands, and they were stuck in triangles with the others. And probably because of the long fighting, blood splattered everywhere, and the three of them had no human characteristics except for their human appearance, and they were completely shattered into three lumps of rotten flesh. Even a guy like Zhang Xiaoren, who is used to seeing bloody fights, is sick to his stomach for a while.

It was Jean who was in charge of opening 309, and the scene inside the room was equally surprising, and in terms of the degree of surprise alone, 309 was even worse than 305.

But it's shocking not because it's horrible, but because it doesn't look like a homicide scene. All the supplies in the room were neatly arranged in their rightful place, and the pajama and towels were folded squarely on the cabinet at the end of the bed. And the people in the room seem to have a habit of cleanliness, and the square bedding on the bed that is also folded is brought by the guests.

Of course, there were indeed dead people in the room, and there were two, but they died too peacefully.

The two were from Russia, and Jean only remembered what one of them was called, because the two were too low-key. Unlike the majestic yellow roasted whole lamb ordered by the Arabian white robe, the Russians ordered only two servings of ordinary medium-cooked beef, so much so that Jean ignored the fact that the two of them did not show up in the restaurant.

The two men were tied to the handles of the wardrobe with their ties reversed, and they were hanged on their knees. Except for the inevitable deformation of the tie, both of them were neatly dressed in suits and leather shoes, and even the expressions on their faces were regular, and they couldn't see the pain of death at all.

"If death were without pain, half of the world's population would choose suicide." A quote from a future philosopher.

But the expressions of the two men at this point exemplify the famous saying that their death is like death without pain.

Jean took a deep breath, the so-called murder scene had a church-like sacredness, and for a few seconds he was already about to pray for blessings.

"Servant street, if you die, you will die well, and you have to die a trick." The little man complained as he went downstairs. As the mansion's security advisor, he knew more or less about the identities of these people and the purpose of their trip. The death of the man was expected, but the strange death made him shudder a little

"Zhang Xian

Raw, what to do with the corpse? Jean caught up with the little man and asked.

"Didn't the master have a word, put the dead person in the cold storage, and someone will naturally claim it afterwards."

"Is the scene of the crime to be guarded?" Jean asked again.

"What do you see? Hurry up and clean up, don't let the owner scold. After saying that, the little man didn't go downstairs without looking back, and disappeared like a trick.

The body was covered with a white cloth and carried out through the hall by several men.

However, the death of the man did not cause any fear, and the group of people talked about it with joy and laughter, as if they were telling a joke. It seems that they already knew that they would die, and the only regret is that the dead man came so late that there was nothing to talk about in the first few days, and they lived a boring life for a few days.

The one who is most interested in the death incident is the half-sized son who lives on the fifth floor. At noon, he had just gotten his Kidd gear for the Monster Thief. The clothes fit perfectly, and he looked in the mirror in his room for a long time, until he began to try on Kidd's glasses with only one lens, and he realized that his bulging eyes and swollen eye bubbles were still better suited to Conan's outfit. After dinner, when he heard that someone had died, he hurried back to his room to change Kidd's outfit, and when his glasses couldn't get stuck, he simply glued them with scotch tape. I turned off the headlights in my room, looked in the dimly lit room, and felt like that, so I rushed downstairs satisfied.

The security guard in the conservative corridor on the third floor is lazy and lazy, and every time someone approaches, he will always show off and remind the other party that there is a bloody crime on the third floor. As the impostor Kidd rushed down to the third floor, the security guard was being dragged by a group of people to tell the horrors of the room.

"Secret Room, Proper Secret Room Murder ......"

When he slipped past a group of people, the half-grown boy only heard this ear, but it was also the ear that aroused his strong interest. But when he saw the first crime scene, 309, he was a little disappointed. The dead man in the room had been carried away, and all he saw was a neatly cleaned room. If it weren't for the fact that there were still a few people guarding the door of the room, he really suspected that he had made a mistake. So without hesitation, the half-grown boy ran to the second guarded room.

Because of the experience of the first room, the half-sized child was not very hopeful, and it was this relaxed mood that made him stunned the moment he saw the scene of the crime, followed by a burst of nausea, and the dinner he had just eaten was almost unchanged and he vomited on the ground.

"Where did you get it, let's go." The security guards in the house are different from the maids, and they always talk like explosive barrels.

"I'll take him out." The man who spoke lifted the back of the half-sized man's neck with one hand and dragged him back to the fifth floor like a dead dog. The half-sized boy was throwing up dizzy, and he didn't feel any discomfort from being dragged along. It wasn't until the person who dragged him back to the room poured a full glass of ice water on his head that the half-grown man finally saw the face of the person in front of him clearly: "Pull the roots? How did I get back? ”

The man who was called Tugen'er sneered and said, "Heh, since you are faint from blood, stay in the room honestly." Remember the rules? I'm in charge, and you're in charge of the rest. Naturally, I am in charge of the dead. ”

"But......" The half-grown boy wanted to argue a few words, but before he could say more, he was dragged and thrown onto the bed and covered with a thick quilt.

After finishing the babysitter's work, he lit a cigarette and leaned back on the sofa, and Sherlock Holmes said unhurriedly, "You just rest honestly." I saw the scene of the crime, and I also saw the body. The dead all died in the Chamber of Secrets, 305 were cannibalism, and 309 were suicide. In particular, 305 had obviously gone through a fierce fight, but no one outside heard the sound. Without considering some suspenseful reasoning, those are the only things that can kill people like this. Since it has not been seen in public, I am afraid that it is also waiting for the auction to start. So your job is to be honest and recharge, and don't wait until you get out of the chain. ”

"That thing has arrived? Why didn't I feel it? The half-grown boy suddenly felt weak, and his enthusiasm for being a superman suddenly faded. He involuntarily put his hand into his clothes, clutching the blackstone sign inside, his heart was next to the blackstone brand, and he was nervous and pounding......

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