"Actually, it's easy for murderers to kill people, but why do they set the rules of death, the same way to die." Mo Wuwen couldn't figure it out, even if the piano player was not upstairs, would he be hiding in the guest room downstairs? Mo Wuwen decided to investigate.

As soon as Mo Wuwen left, everyone followed in his footsteps.

Walking to the first room, Mowuwen asked, "Whose room is this?" No one answered, and when the door was half-open and half-hidden, there was no one inside.

Walking to the second room, Mo Wuwen pushed the door in without asking.

"My room." There was a familiar voice from the crowd, innkeeper! It's his voice.

The last sound turned to look for the figure of the man in the crowd, and the poof, the inn returned to gray,

The glottis was pulled open, and the wind brushed past Mo Wuwen's eyes.

Everyone flashed to the wall in fear, afraid of being pushed down in the gloom.

The person who walked in the front suddenly stepped into the air, and the screams of ahhhh

When the torch was lit, everyone saw a large hole in the floor of the corridor, and it was impossible to see anything from the top down, but the screams did come from the hole, and people fell from it.

The fifth person to die today was a fall from a hole in the hallway floor.

The one who escaped from the room may be the piano player, or the murderer, or the accomplice of the innkeepers.

"The innkeepers are in the midst of us!" The last words were like thunder and thunder that shook the crowd, and the torches shook in front of everyone's face to find the face of the man, and if he was found, he could find the exit of the inn.

No, no innkeepers were found, and the crowd was only terrified tenants. The innkeepers either hid in a corner of the inn while the lights were out, or they were still easy to mix in with the crowd.

Could there be another door to the outside world? Mo Wuwen thought so, so he raised the torch and said, "Everyone follow me hand in hand, if the murderer is in the crowd, everyone is holding hands, he will not have a chance to attack others, let's look around to see if there is another way out." ”

"The Heavenly Master is really intelligent!" The crowd was full of praise.

The inn was not large, and a small locked door was found in the back room of the hall, and Mo Wuwen handed the torch to the person in front. Slammed the chair to the door, hoping to smash a way out, the hard work paid off, and finally the door was smashed open, and there was no time to cheer, everyone let go and ran out desperately.

Finally free, but when everyone ran out of the door, they found that they still did not escape the inn, but the backyard of the inn, the wall was high and could not be climbed without a ladder.

Unfortunately, the sky began to crack and rain again, either in the rain or back to the inn. No one went back to the inn, and they all crowded in the storm looking for an opportunity to climb over the wall and get out.

There is a well pavilion in the backyard, so everyone tries to squeeze into the pavilion to avoid the rain.

"You can take a human ladder out for help!" Someone came up with a good idea.

"Okay, you take a ladder to get me out."

"Why do you want to go out first? If you want to go out, I'll go out first. ”

"What are you talking about, you want to die."

"Damn, you dare to talk to me, you don't ask who Lao Tzu is!"

was just a proposal, and everyone was so noisy that they almost started to move, and Mo Wuwen yelled, "Shut up for me!" ”

Frightened by the majesty of the end, everyone was silent, only the sound of wind and rain remained.

Mo Wuwen was ready to sprint and fly over the wall in the heavy rain, but at this time, the whimpering piano music came out of the inn, so desolate that it made people decadent and depressed, and made people lose their faith in survival. Everyone's eyes were blankly looking at the inn, and some people involuntarily walked towards the inn.

"Cover your ears, this sound is poisonous!" Mo Wuwen yelled loudly at the crowd.

"Help...", the heart-rending shout woke everyone up from their lost souls, and the sound came from the well pavilion, but the well pavilion was empty

No one.

Everyone rushed around the well to watch, but no sound came.

"One, two, three,......... Sixteen. "Someone was counting the number of people, one less, exactly seventeen people when they were holding hands.

"Someone fell into the well!" The creepy words are finally spoken.

The sixth person to die today was to fall into a well and drown.

It is unknown whether he was pushed into the well or if he accidentally fell into the well.

There is still the last place to die, whose turn will it be?

"There is still one person left alive today, and there are sixteen people alive today. If you kill seven people a day according to the murderer's killing rules, seven tomorrow, seven the day after tomorrow, and one person will eventually be superfluous. Mo Wuwen analyzed it to everyone in the well pavilion.

"The last man is the murderer, and the murderer is among us!" Someone shouted in a sudden realization.

"The murderer is him!" When he was not heard, he watched the words and looked at the people.

"Who?"

"Him!" Mo Wuwen suddenly pointed to the person to the right of the person who spoke.

"It's not me, it's not me." The man quickly shook his hand to tell the difference.

"It's you!" The end of the ignorance pointed to the man beside him.

"How could it be me!"

"Then it's you!" Mo Wuwen continued to point at him with a bearded beard.

The bearded man didn't reply, pushed the people next to him to the end, and flew straight to the inn.

"Catch him, he's the innkeeper!" Mo Wuwen chased after him, and everyone followed closely.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and the sound of the bearded man fleeing into the inn closed the door tightly.

"How do you know he's the innkeeper?"

"People can be disguised, but his voice will reveal that he is an innkeeper, so he doesn't dare to speak." Mo Wuwen measured the length of the backyard, he didn't know if he could fly at such a distance.

Suddenly, the door of the inn opened, and a cold arrow swooped in, hitting the chest of the person closest to the inn, and blood splattered, and he fell to the ground and convulsed for a while.

The seventh man who died today was killed by arrows.

None of this is in accordance with the murderer's rules of killing, did he change the rules? Everyone ran in the direction of Jingting, at least there was a pillar to resist the arrows that came from it.

When Mo Wuwen ran and finally took off, the door of the inn was open, and countless arrows shot out of it, and everyone's back was pierced by the arrow, like a hedgehog falling to the ground, and everyone died.

"You brutes!" Floating in the air, Mo Wuwen was indignant and roared at the people who came out of the door.

"They are damned, either gentry or profiteers. Killing seven people is just the rules of the game, and we can change the rules at any time. The arrow in the bearded man's hand was aimed at the end of the day.