"Alain, what do you think?"

The endless flow of the road was already jammed, and people were irritably honking the horns of their cars over and over again, and from time to time they poked their heads out to look into the police cordon not far ahead, where a large group of law enforcement officers were now gathered, and at their feet, a corpse that had fallen into a human shape could be seen.

"Tell me not to call me that...... In addition, this should be a long-planned homicide. The young detective muttered to himself as he bit his pipe and tossed his ballpoint pen at the sauce-like victim on the ground.

"Oh? Alain, why do you feel that way? The detective's assistant was a young, cute big-breasted lady with snow-white gloves and a middle finger on the frame, asking.

“…… Does holding my glasses in this position mean that I am despised? The detective glanced at his assistant and asked with blank eyes.

"Yes, Alain." The assistant was blunt.

"......" The detective propped his forehead, stood up, and patiently explained, "You see, there is a word in his hand, judging by the handwriting, it must have just been written-"

At this point, the young detective began to search around the corpse, as if looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" The assistant asked with a cute look on his face, and then put his middle finger on the frame of the mirror.

"Hey, I found it." The detective ignored her, turned around for a moment, and then suddenly smiled, in some inconspicuous corner in front of him, he was throwing a ballpoint pen that was almost broken.

"Hmm...... I didn't expect it to be the same as me. The detective nodded in satisfaction, took out the evidence bag, and carefully tweezed the broken pen into it.

"So what does that mean?" The assistant was just about to help the frame of the glasses again, when the young detective interrupted her, "It is impossible for a suicidal person to write anything in the process, unless he ......"

"It's a death message."

"Yes."

"And what did he write?"

"Let's see......" The detective turned back to the corpse, tinkered with his ballpoint pen for a while, and said, "Rong Zi......"

"Rongzi?"

"That's right, show me the list of suspects." After confirming the death of the deceased, the young detective stretched out his hand and asked his assistant for information.

"Won't you take it yourself?" The assistant pushed his glasses and handed over the palm-sized notebook.

So why did I pay you to hire you...... Is Wangyuan homesick......

The young detective rolled his eyes, quickly opened the notebook, and after only two glances, he suddenly smiled mysteriously, "Hey, I know who the murderer is." ”

Ding dong!

[Congratulations to the guests for completing the Tower of Trials - Broken Truth Level 7 Challenge.] 】

[Reward settlement for this layer: 100 points for silver pottery, 10 experience points for refining body.] 】

[It has been teleported to the eighth layer, and the scene is being generated soon, please wait for ......]

No way......

Brother Hao jumped up from the ground with a carp, and he didn't care about it in the dark, so he was busy touching the whole body of his hands, but fortunately, there was no loss of waist, arms and legs.

Yes...... Did you pass the level, it's so dangerous.

With a long exhale, Brother Hao finally loosened his nerves that had been in a state of bungee jumping, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny, it was obviously a high-speed script that challenged the guests' brains...... I didn't expect the NPCs to be generated are all high-IQ existences...... The detectives I met along the way were all good, and they could read the death messages they left behind.

No way...... It's good to be able to understand it.

The task on the seventh layer seems very simple, but in fact it is still a bit difficult, after the system has informed that the murderer is [Zhang Rong], it immediately brushed out six other irrelevant names, namely Liu Heng, Wang Rong, Qian Xin, Zhang Yiming, Zhang Bailin, Li Zhuangzhuang......

These names seem commonplace, but when combined with the analysis of the system task requirements, it can be seen that they are actually full of traps.

The system requires the name of the real murderer [Zhang Rong] to be written, but the guests are given certain restrictions, that is, only one word can be written.

In this way, the guests only need to consider writing the word [Zhang] or the word [Rong]...... Right? It seems simple, but it's not.

If you write the character "Zhang", there are at least three of the seven names with the same character Zhang...... Of course, if it is placed in the normal situation of the yang world, it doesn't matter if you write a surname, you can find out sooner or later, but obviously this will not work in the plot challenge of Yin Si......

So look at it again, what if you write the word "Rong"?

The word "Rong" has this character in the names of only two of the seven suspects, one is the murderer, and the other is the passer-by Wang Rong...... Looking at it this way, then the correct answer should be to write the word "Rong". Why? Because if it's Wang Rong, don't you just write a king character!

As for the other names? From the point of view of reasoning, just write the word in their name that no one else has.

This question should be easier to reason about for the plot NPC detective than the previous nine-square blood number, and the main reason why Brother Hao feels that the difficulty has soared is because of the limited time and ...... I am still in the thrilling process of falling at high speed......

But anyway, it means that it didn't fall into ketchup...... The seventh floor is also considered complete.

Damn, that's exciting.

Helping his forehead, Brother Hao began to recover his spirits, what the hell will the eighth layer be, NND, just let the horse come!

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The light and shadow flowed, and the ears gradually heard a burst of joyful laughter, which was mixed with the sound of wine glasses, knives and forks and discs, the indifferent fragrance of carnations, the aroma of steak rich sauce, red wine...... Potato...... Tomato...... The taste of all kinds of delicacies suddenly burrowed into Brother Hao's nose without warning, which caught him off guard.

Yes...... Is the 8th floor a restaurant? I'm really hungry......

After the scene in front of him was completely clear, Brother Hao found that he did not appear in any restaurant stall or anything like that, but was sitting upright in front of a long table covered with milky white cloths.

Candles, plates, cutlery and drinking utensils are all neatly placed at your hand.

Yes? The program team gives extra meals?

Of course...... It's impossible.

Looking up, Brother Hao immediately understood what the situation was - this was a plot scene of a family dinner.

Uh-huh? Reasoning should all mean after dinner?

Looking at the several NPCs shuttling back and forth in the scene, Brother Hao smiled bitterly, and his heart was very miserable - it is estimated that this family has a meal today...... I'm choking.

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