The weather has been quite gloomy these days, and the drizzle has made people's mood even more boring.

Although there are no other courses that need to be exhausted, Lin Qingmiao is still sullen.

The notebook with the notes of the dissecting course was still on the table in the dormitory, and it seemed to have been turned over many times.

The raindrops hit the canopy outside the bedroom window, making Lin Qingmiao, who was sitting at the desk, stunned for a while.

"I remember writing a few words...... But why...... Can't find it? ”

The small and delicate notebook has only a few notes in the front, and the number of pages in the back are all clean paper, and even the traces of the ballpoint pen tip when playing with the pen in class can not be found.

Lin Qingmiao always felt that something was wrong, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was like a dream.

Even, the content of those two words in her memory was a little blurry.

Ever seen an eraser? This is the feeling when the original clear image in the memory is erased by the invisible eraser.

"Was it from those classes? I don't think I remember clearly......"

Lin Qingmiao vaguely felt that it might be related to the previous mental analysis class that did not have homework, but he couldn't remember the specific content.

Memories of the past are particularly blurred by time, and although they are only less than a week or two, they are as hazy as if years have passed.

Closing the notebook again, Lin Qingmiao sighed rather depressedly:

"I can't remember anything...... What was the lesson about? Seems to be related to survival? ”

Holding her chin, Lin Qingmiao was still trying to recall:

"During class that day, Professor Sun seemed to be chatting with a boy in the front row......"

In an instant, Lin Qingmiao's train of thought suddenly became confused.

A strong uneasiness instantly enveloped her heart, as if she had touched some taboo, and made her break out in a cold sweat.

"That's not right...... The boys in the front row? Who is it? Is there such a person? ”

Some blank areas in my memory seem to have loosened some kind of cage at this time, and many things that I have not remembered before have begun to surface.

Lin Qingmiao covered her head uncomfortably and let out a slight moan, and after she thought of the content that should not exist, she felt an indescribable sense of confusion in her thoughts, which in turn caused a strong discomfort.

After a long time, this terrible sense of confusion slowly dissipated, and Lin Qingmiao was finally relieved.

At the same time, some unfamiliar memories that were completely contrary to the previous ones also appeared at this time.

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"Survival? It is a sharp knife that can tear through the disguise of hypocritical civilization. ”

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"A game to recognize the meaning of one's own existence......"

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"She's a good one, but it's the same as farting......"

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"Only by being extreme can we pursue the truth, and the mean can only see what is in front of you, isn't it?"

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There seemed to be many pictures in Lin Qingmiao's sight, filling in many vague memory vacancies, and a young man who had been talking about unconventional content with a casual look and an unscrupulous tone gradually became clear in Lin Qingmiao's mind.

"Professor, what's the name of the boy in the front row today?"

"He? It seems to be called ...... Tang Juyi? ”

The conversation at the end of the class was clear again, which made Lin Qingmiao at a loss:

Tang Juyi...... Who are you? ”

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Before the round table, the third round of narration had already begun.

The dancer recounted her knowledge of the incident with a look of trepidation:

[On the way home last night, I saw a strange figure walking out of the sheriff's house, but it was too dark to see clearly]

The young man, who was a postman, said cautiously:

[I saw the sheriff's body...... I really don't know how strong that murderer has to be to kill him.]

The doctor's face was uneasy:

[There's a strange cloud in this town that's getting over, I think I should have left sooner]

Mayor Mare's face was full of sadness:

[This is not good, if this matter is not resolved, my future will be over]

The chef had a gloomy face:

[I've always had a good relationship with the sheriff, and if I knew who did it to him, I wouldn't mind cutting him off with my knife]

Orion's reaction can be described as calm:

[Two egregious murders occurred at the same time in two days, and the murderer will definitely not be from the town]

The butcher with a meaty face still spoke in a contemptuous tone:

[Even he was killed, and he still wanted to maintain the security of the town...... It's funny, why don't you let me do this errand.]

Then comes the dwarf Dolph's muffled narrative:

[I swear, although we are not from the town, Jack and I feel the same grief at the death of the sheriff]

The magician looked a little frightened:

I'm not sure...... But I did see blood in Dolph's closet......]

The head of the regiment, Dumont, still smiled with a generous and gentle courtesy smile:

[Even though Dolph does have amazing strength, I can guarantee that he is not the kind of murderer who would kill innocent people for no reason]

The fog was coming, and the darkness was filled, but Tang Juyi had already made a judgment.

"In this way, Dolph's suspicion can be said to have soared to the first place, right? Not to mention the characteristics of physical strength, that is, the dancer's narrative also mentions unfamiliar figures, and the leader's words are also strongly deceptive, and he does not directly deny the possibility of Dolph's murder...... Even Dolph's own narrative does not directly excuse suspicion, but subtly leads the conversation to grief......"

At this time, Tang Juyi found that he could already do the action of "speaking", so this paragraph of thinking was directly said in the form of self-talk.

And when Tang Ju said this conclusion, Jack the Clown's laughter also appeared in the dark:

"So you think Dwarf Dolph is the murderer?"

However, Tang Juyi sneered and denied:

"No, the sheriff's death may have something to do with Dolph, but the murderer of the priest's death was someone else. The two murders did not occur independently, but there was a connection that I did not know for the time being, and Dolph must have played an important role in them. “

After a pause, Tang Juyi's tone was even more provocative:

"You don't have to keep trying to induce my mind, some of the traps you have laid are not worth mentioning in my eyes...... Just because I haven't mentioned it doesn't mean I haven't noticed the existence of those things. Play the game honestly, and the superfluous means will only make you look unconfident. ”

Perhaps angered by Tang Juyi's words, Jack the Clown stopped speaking, but quickly started the fourth round of the game. That is, from the beginning of the fog receding, Tang Juyi lost the power to speak again.

"So, the gap at the end of each round is a specific time to state your own conclusions and decide the outcome of the game, right?"

Tang Juyi was thoughtful, and at the same time looked at the remaining people on the table, but he was briefly stunned by the scene in front of him.

It was still ten candles, and there were no extra dead people.

"Am I wrong? Isn't it the rule that one person dies every game? ”

Just when Tang Juyi fell into self-doubt, the trembling voice of the dancer shocked his heart.

[When we saw the clown hanging up with a noose, we all thought that the struggling action was a arranged performance, and we didn't expect him to be hanged at all]

Jack the Clown, dead?