The locked room murder case is a very classic case, and most of the wits and reasoning derived around it can be exciting. But if you have a spell, it's a headache. For example, space spells can be directly teleported in to kill people, for example, illusion masters can make them commit suicide, and top powerhouses really want to kill, and ordinary people can't even figure it out.

Because of this, a large number of settings are either added in advance, such as sealing demons or something. Either simply set up the characters, what kind of businessmen, poets, etc., to ensure that there will be no outrageously strong people. That's apparently what Stadt did.

But that was boring, at least not interesting to Kevin. As someone who has been the captain of the team, this kind of game already feels a little naïve at the moment. Many real case-handling methods are impossible to use, such as autopsy or something, and can only be performed according to Start's script. Besides, now is the place where writer A can show his strength, and it is the stage specially prepared for him by Stadt, even if Kevin really sees something, it is inconvenient to say more.

"Ahem, that ......" At the door, the paper merchant laughed dryly, "We are not wise men, and the murderous aura here is too heavy, there is 'blood' everywhere, and we are scared to watch." Why don't we go and gamble first?"

A few people on the side immediately chimed in, and of course there was no reason for Stadt to stop him, and both sides wished each other a good time. The paper merchant left first with a group of wealthy people, and some people felt that it was novel, so they stayed and had a look. But there were not so many people in this room, and the floor was full of ketchup, and they were all just looking at the door.

"Why don't you ......," Kevin hesitated slightly, "I'll slip away too?"

Stadt was dissatisfied: "What? are you going to gamble, or do you feel scared here?"

Kevin shook his head helplessly, knowing that it must have taken a lot of effort for Start to make this, so let's be a foil.

Over there, Writer A had already taken a cursory look around the room: "The windows are locked, but when we came, the door was open. Is this a secret room?"

The crew on the side hurriedly raised their hands: "I'm sorry, I broke the door open." ”

Everyone turned their heads to look at the door lock, and saw that the door lock had been deformed, but they didn't expect them to play really in this regard, could it be that they had wanted to replace this door a long time ago?

"The door is locked from the inside," Writer A came forward to check, "with this lock structure, the door can only be closed and locked in the room." In other words, after the murderer kills, it is difficult to lock it outside. ”

"It's not impossible," Kevin glanced at it, "People with a little mental power can do external anti-locking by controlling objects, summon pets to let it help reverse locks, and then recall them, use the space ring, put the door in its entirety, lock it and put it back outside...... There are quite a lot of methods. Even if I'm not a particularly strong player, I can do it at my level. ”

"Yes," the writer sighed, "spells are becoming more and more common, resulting in a secret room in the general sense, which is not even a secret room among the common people." At the very least, you have to seal the enchantment again. ”

Kevin thought about it, but nodded in agreement: "Many enchantments are internal formations, and external triggers destroy enchantments, otherwise they can't be interfered with." If you can kill people in a closed enchantment, you really kill people in a closed room...... No, at least you have to add space confinement to prevent teleportation. ”

On the side, Start already had a dark face: "Don't worry, this is not a shocking case." After all, it's just a game, and it's normal to have a bit of a loophole. ”

Kevin was still uninterested, and when he looked around, he saw the crew member standing in front of them. Suddenly a flash of inspiration: "I know, you are the murderer!"

The crew was shocked, and everyone was amazed. Kevin continued: "Obviously, from the time the crime happened to the present, you are alone in front of us. Between the theorem that 'all murderers kill people and die in front of the detective as if nothing happened', we can't be murderers, there is no doubt that you are murderers!"

The crew cried: "Wronged!"

"What are you laughing at?" Kevin asked.

"I, I can't cry......" The crew twisted their faces helplessly.

The writer waved his hand: "Poet K, let's be serious." There are still many doubts in this case, such as why the ketchup was sprinkled everywhere? But there were no signs of a fight in the house, and there were no handprints or footprints on the ketchup, so what special significance did this have? The captain should be very strong, and who would be the one who could stab him to death head-on?"

Kevin smiled wryly and shook his head: "I...... I can't get serious. ”

"Poet K, you may think that this is all false and therefore cannot lift the spirit," writer A couldn't help but say a few more, "but sometimes truth and falsehood are not important, the duel of wisdom is important." Even if it's a real murder, solving the case itself is a battle of wits with the murderer, and now I can reproduce this with just the game, and I'm quite happy. If you can have unexpected murder methods, or miraculous brain holes, you can directly use them as material for reasoning. ”

"Of course, loopholes are inevitable," adds writer A, "but it's not interesting to keep holding on to them." And appropriate limits are also necessary, we all act according to our status, and if we know everything, there is no reasoning. ”

Kevin nodded: "Okay, then let's take it seriously and treat this as a real murder scene." ”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and the atmosphere finally became serious.

"First of all, I propose, strip the clothes and pants of the deceased, examine the body, and see if there are any other injuries. Kevin's words were astonishing, but his expression was still serious.

Everyone was shocked, and the deceased, who was the captain, widened his eyes.

"I'm acting according to my identity," Kevin explains, "I'm Poet K, albeit an ordinary person. It may be difficult for ordinary people to do a professional examination, but a cursory examination is not a problem. ”

Everyone including the captain subconsciously looked at Stadt, and Stat looked at Writer A, who lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and nodded: "Makes sense!"

"Huh?" the captain couldn't help but speak.

"Captain, offended," Kevin naturally came to the "deceased", and then turned back to greet everyone, "Come on, I'm a poet, I have little strength." Let's pick up a few together, you pick up the clothes, I pick up the pants...... Ladies can avoid it, and of course they can see it if they want to. ”

"Wait a minute!" Stadt finally jumped out, "this...... This one...... Ahem, so be it. Let's skip this one and tell us the results. ”

The crew over there took out a manuscript paper and flipped through it, and then spoke: "After a careful search by poet K and writer A, it was confirmed that the body had no other injuries, and the fatal part was a knife in the chest. ”

Kevin and the writer looked at each other, but nodded: "Okay, then so be it." The captain breathed a sigh of relief and continued to lie still.

"And what is the approximate time of death?" Kevin asked again, "Even if I'm not professional, I can always figure out whether this blood is hot or cold, right?" ”

The crew looked embarrassed and flipped through the manuscript, but they couldn't answer.

Writer A waved his hand: "Maybe this is not the direction we have to consider, since we use ketchup instead of blood, it can be said that we don't need to spend more energy in an overly specialized field." ”

Kevin nodded: "Indeed, the captain will not die for a long time. We all saw him at dinnertime, and it didn't take more than an hour. The time of the crime should have been the time when we were all on the top of the ship, fighting the trolls. ”

"That means that most of us don't have what it takes to commit a crime," the writer replied, "and who else? and, who left halfway and came back. ”

"Okay," the crew nodded and left, quickly bringing in three people. A shriveled old man, a waitress, a security guard. It stands to reason that such an investigation will take a long time, but since it is a game, it is clear that it has been set up for a long time.

The shriveled old man is a toilet sweeper, and Kevin has noticed him a long time ago, after all, it is still relatively rare for men to sweep the toilet, but that's all. The waitress and security guard were normal and didn't see anything suspicious.

"By the way," Secretary M couldn't help but raise his hand cautiously, "When I was watching trolls, I also went down once in the middle to go to the bathroom. Does it matter?"

Starter had already raised his hand to interrupt: "You don't talk much. ”

"Oh. The secretary said no more, and stood quietly behind Stat.

Kevin and Writer A glanced at each other, and both stretched out their hands seriously: "Please Secretary also stand here, you are also a suspect now." ”

"Hey," Statt couldn't help but speak, "with her combat power, I can't beat it, let alone the captain." She went downstairs to really go to the bathroom, not part of the plan. ”

"It's okay," Kevin replied skilfully, "if she's not the murderer, we'll clear her name." ”

Writer A coughed dryly and looked at the past one by one: "At the moment we have five suspects, Secretary M, the old man who cleans the toilet, the male security guard, the waitress, and the first crew member to run to the security guard. By the way, Mr. Crew, do you have any code names?"

"Yes," the crew nodded, "my code name is 'Normal Man'." ”

"Obviously, you're the most suspicious," Kevin countered him again, "In the general routine, the more normal the person, the more murderer." ”

"Let's listen to the situation at the time of the crime, you guys talk about it one by one. How did you find out the captain was dead?" Writer A pulls back to the topic.

The normal crew member froze, seemed to recall the lines, and then spoke: "Because I am a normal person, I pass by the captain's office normally. The office door was locked, everyone else was watching the trolls from the top of the boat, and I was alone in the hallway. Suddenly, I heard a shout from inside, 'Ah!'"

"Is it the captain's voice?" asked Writer A.

"Yes, I'm sure," replied the normal crew, "and I knocked on the door, and there was no sound inside. I called the security guard, who crawled over from the outside and saw through the window that the captain was dead. Then I banged on the door, and then I saw the scene of the crime, and I was scared, so I came up and reported. ”

Everyone: "......"

"The script told me to say that," replied a normal person, "and if you ask a particularly biased question, I probably won't be able to answer it." ”

"Were the security guards there when you banged on the door?" asked Writer A.

"No," replied the normal man, "I was alone, and the security guard climbed to the window and shouted that the captain was dead, and I immediately banged on the door when I heard it." At that time, the security guard had not yet climbed back. ”

Kevin nodded: "So there is a gap in the middle, the murderer hides directly in the room, as long as you run away from the gate when the security guard has not yet come." Provided, of course, that everything you say is true. ”

Writer A turned to the security guard and asked, "Is that so?"

The security guard nodded: "Yes." ”

Kevin walked out of the room, "Why don't I go and see if there's any sign of the climb, like shoe prints?"

The normal crew hurriedly took out the manuscript and read it seriously: "After careful inspection by the poet K, it was found that there were many climbing marks outside. After comparison, it is consistent with the handprints and footprints of the security guards. ”

Kevin nodded: "This has saved me a lot of effort." ”

Writer A begins to ask the next one: "Old man, what are you doing all this time?"

"Cleaning the toilet. The old man replied.

"Nothing else is going on? Is there anyone else who sees it, can I prove it?"

"No," replied the old man, "I usually go to the toilet when there is no one as much as possible." So it's a shame I didn't meet anyone. ”

"Wait, coming down from the roof, how many toilets are there? Which one are you sweeping?" Kevin seemed to find something.

"There are two toilets and one at the end of each of the two corridors. If you come down from the roof, it's obvious that there's been the closest," the old man pointed, "and I've been sweeping where I've been sweeping." ”

"Then did you meet a secretary M who claimed to go downstairs to the bathroom?" asked Kevin.

"Nope. The old man replied.

Everyone turned to look at the secretary, who hurriedly explained: "It's the first time I've been on the boat, and I don't know where there is a toilet, so I just remembered one and took a long detour." That's normal. ”

There was silence for a while, and writer A asked, "So waitress, what have you been doing all this time?

"I've been washing the cups in the kitchen, and no one can prove it," the waitress said, "but I still have a bunch of cups over there, can you go and see them?"

A normal person took out the manuscript and read: "Poet K followed the waitress to check, and sure enough, he saw a pile of unwashed cups, and there were still water stains on the cups, which had not yet been dried. ”

Kevin: "......"

Writer A replied: "Actually, there is another question, if the murderer stabbed the captain to death head-on, he would definitely have splashed blood." There are blood stains on his body right now, how did the murderer deal with it?"

"You're saying that she's pretending to wash the cups, but she's actually washing the blood off somehow?" Kevin thought, "So what's going to be done?"

"Actually, the elderly can do the same, and as a toilet sweeper, they should ......," writer A thought.

The crowd fell silent and watched the two play reasoning. Kevin realized that something was wrong and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?

"We are all tricks and don't dare to disturb the protagonist's reasoning. The dragons smiled happily.

Writer A is still serious: "By the way, you didn't check the room carefully just now, I took a look." The curtain showed signs of being moved, as if it had been taken off and hung up again in a hurry. There were only two hooks hanging on it, which should be an anomaly in a luxurious place like the captain's room. ”

Everyone's eyes shifted to the past, and sure enough, they saw that the folds on it were very unnatural, and it was a shame that writer A could find it. The curtains are as thin as sand and gorgeous, but they are not damaged.

"And this knife," Writer A walked up to the "corpse" and pulled out the "knife", "Of course, since this is a game, there is only one knife handle left, and we can't really stab someone." But you can still see from the handle of the knife that this knife is extraordinary. And it is engraved with the captain's name, which means that this knife may be the deceased's own knife!"

"The knife of the dead?" the crowd was surprised, "Is it suicide?"