Everyone only cares about their own fear, how can they still have the energy to pay attention to when the corpse disappears.

"After a while, it will be a new beginning." Every time the atmosphere eases up, there is always someone who makes the atmosphere tense. When a new day comes, will seven more people be killed? Everyone's hearts were tugged at again.

"Go upstairs! Mo Wuwen stepped up the rickety wooden staircase with a celadon piece, hoping to find a way out.

Suddenly, they stopped and saw the door of the room facing the staircase with the words "Seven Days Inn. The ash plaque of "Killing Seven People in One Day".

I don't know where the melancholy tune comes from, the low-key sound, so bleak, makes people feel a depressed and dull atmosphere, condensed in this air.

"People grow and hate the water, life is better than death, it is better to leave as soon as possible." Listening to the heartbroken music, someone suddenly jumped down the stairs crying bitterly, blood splattered all over the ground, and died.

The first person to die today was to commit suicide by jumping off a building.

The crowd was stunned and whispered, "Is this suicide counted?" ”

"No, it's an accident, it's not a murder," someone muttered to himself.

Mo Wuwen immediately picked up the porcelain next to the armrest, raised it high and smashed it to the ground, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly after the loud noise, and the people holding their heads no longer shouted and were dizzy.

"Hurry upstairs." Mo Wuwen leaned on the railing and shouted that everyone should go upstairs carefully, and the rooms upstairs were all closed doors and windows, without a trace of life.

From the corridor, the roof was unreachable, the corridor was too narrow and so short, and I wondered if he could run up and fly to the roof to see what was going on.

"There seems to be a shadow of moonlight on the eaves, and we can escape from this ghost inn by climbing up." The skinny squire-looking man squinted at the roof and said.

"So high, how to climb!" The man with a pearl necklace on his body and a fat head and big ears shook his head and said.

"There's a ladder in the corner of the hall downstairs! I almost tripped over when I first walked by. "The squire loves face, and he wants to say that he is leaving, even if he is running away.

Soon the tenant ran downstairs and carried the ladder up, and the beam under the roof was ready to climb up.

Fat Fujia pushed the person away and said, "You hold the ladder, master, I'll climb up and take a look."

"I'm taller than you, it's better for me to go." The skinny squire blocked him.

"No, no, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go first." Fat Fujia said indomitably that everyone wanted to escape from the inn as soon as possible when they were in danger.

"Why are you!" The thin squire violently pushed the fat rich man away, and the rich man took a few steps back, staggered to the ground, and hit his head again, pushing and shoving, and the situation was very chaotic.

Under the collision of the fat rich man, the thin squire's feet slipped backwards and almost fell, but fortunately he barely stood against the railing, and in a fit of rage, he raised his fists and was about to beat him, but at this time, he didn't know where to reach out his hands and lift his feet, and he fell downstairs with an inverted plug, and fell in a pool of blood with a bang, and died.

The second person to die today was a fall from a building.

The slightly gray light continued to shake, and everyone looked at the two corpses on the ground, and there was a solemn atmosphere.

"Be careful!" Mo Wuwen suddenly shouted loudly, and someone secretly climbed the creaking and dilapidated ladder while the crowd was watching downstairs.

Desperate to escape, the man climbed faster and faster, and when he saw that he was about to reach the roof, he shouted, "You can get out from here!" ”

One of his hands had already touched the beam, and one step further he could climb the beam, lift the tiles, climb onto the roof, and escape the eerie inn.

There was a clattering sound, and the ladder was broken into two sections, and everyone watched as he let go of his hand and fell from mid-air, hitting the railing and then falling to the ground, and with a loud bang, he fell into a pool of blood and died.

The third person to die today fell from the ladder and died.

They all fell to death, everyone seemed to understand something, and rushed downstairs, and there should be no one to die in the hall.

But at present, the roof is the only way out, climb the roof and risk of falling to death, if you don't climb the roof and don't know what will happen, only three people died today, according to the murderer's habit, four more people have to fall to death.

Everyone was silently hoping that four more would fall to their deaths so that they could escape from the rooftop, but so far everyone had fled to the bottom except for Mo Wuwen, who was walking in the corridor.

No one was worried about his safety, anyway, he hoped that he would fall off sooner, so that there were only three deaths left today.

The mournful sound of the piano rose again from a certain guest room, like a cry and a complaint, which made people feel sorry and haunting their hearts.

"The murderer is in the room, catch him!" Everyone shouted at Mo Wuwen in unison, hoping that he could bravely fight the murderer.

The sound of the piano came faintly from the wooden door, and what it would be like to push it open, Mo Wuwen did not dare to imagine, and approached the wooden door with a stick.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the wooden door that was about to be opened, and the lantern that had not been extinguished for a long time suddenly went out at the moment when the door was pushed open, and the whole inn was gray.

Ahh

Torches, finally someone lit them, gray flames jumped in the inn, with the help of the firelight a man could be seen lying in a pool of blood, the knife piercing his back, blood still gushing.

According to his posture, he should have been pushed from behind and forward, fell on the tip of a knife that had been drilled out of the ground or fixed to the ground, and was stabbed to death.

The fourth person to die today was a man who fell to the ground and struck at the point of a knife that burst out of the ground.

When the lights returned, the wooden door that Mo Wuwen saw was already empty, not to mention that people didn't even know where the piano was.

Playing the piano diverts everyone's attention, and then kills people when they are unprepared, indicating that there is more than one murderer. The innkeeper and his fellows hadn't seen since he entered the inn, whether they were the murderers or the murderers, but if they had been killed, it would have been more than seven people, impossible.

It seems that they are still the most suspicious, but in which room are they hiding, upstairs or downstairs?

Every room upstairs was empty when it was kicked open by Mo Wuwen, but what about the piano player? Will you sneak downstairs with the piano when the lantern goes out,

Ding Dong, someone accidentally stepped on the guqin in the gloom and raised a faint tone, and everyone in horror immediately gathered around to watch what was going on. Sure enough, the guqin was moved downstairs, which means that the person who played the qin was also downstairs.

At the moment before the lights went out and the killing, the guqin was quickly moved from upstairs to downstairs, and the person was pushed down and fell to death on the knife. However, there were no strange faces in the crowd, so the piano player must have been hiding in a corner of the inn, while the murderer had been in the crowd all along.

There are still three places, and there are still three people left to die today, and everyone stands in despair, and they dare not return to the guest room alone.