The door of the hotel has been closed, and everyone who is supposed to come seems to have arrived.
Everyone sat around the dining table, looking at the corpse with its brain removed under the black cloth.
"The murderer is among us. I hope he will not struggle needlessly, let alone have any luck. It will be beneficial to everyone to come forward and admit it. If he is caught by us, it will not be a simple punishment.
Already.
The police officer held the dining table with his hands open. He was the only person standing in the room and glanced condescendingly at the other tourists, as if to demonstrate his authority.
"Why are you so sure that the murderer is among us?" The middle-aged screenwriter kept questioning the police: "Is it possible that the murderer left the hotel directly after the murder?"
"No." The hotel owner who was in poor health shook his head: "Since the black fog enveloped the hotel, the hotel has become only accessible and cannot be exited. Everyone who enters and leaves the hotel will be affected by something in the black fog.
Kill, I don’t know what that is, let’s call it unknown for now.
'Then let's think about it from another angle, why did the murderer kill him? What is the relationship between the murderer and the deceased? What is the motive for the murder? Why did the murderer steal the brain of the deceased?" The middle-aged screenwriter stood up from his seat and said in silence
When people dared to challenge the authority of the police, he stood up and made a different voice in the hotel.
"Perhaps we can check the clothes of the deceased and the room where he lived before, maybe we can gain something." Han Fei, who was laughing and pretending, said. He and the middle-aged screenwriter seemed to have known each other in advance and were cooperating with each other.
"No problem, that's what I thought too." The police officer asked everyone to come over, and he checked the deceased's clothes bit by bit in front of everyone.
"The deceased's fatal injury came from the head. He may have been hit with a blunt instrument first, and then the murderer removed the back of his skull and emptied his brain. This method of death is indeed very special. The murderer may be a mutant who likes to collect human organs.
state.
‘It’s impossible to be an organ collector. The middle-aged screenwriter interrupted the police officer: “If he is a pervert who likes to collect human brains, then he will definitely not attack the head, because it will destroy his collection.
"You sound like a very professional person?" There was no dissatisfaction in the police officer's words, but his smile made people feel uncomfortable.
"The other person was wearing the uniform of a park employee. The murderer might have wanted to take revenge on the park, so he brutally killed him." The screenwriter challenged the authority of the police. He walked to the dining table and "assisted" the police in searching the body.
This small move made the atmosphere in the room more solemn, but the screenwriter didn't care. He seemed to have done it deliberately to prevent the police from taking over the situation.
After rummaging for a while, the police officer and the screenwriter took out a park work ID card from the deceased's pocket. The figure on the ID card had no face, and the body was blurred. The overall outline did not look like the deceased, but more like someone else.
"This is not the ID of the deceased."
"Why did his ID appear in his pocket? Did the murderer put it in it?"
While trying not to damage the scene, the police and the screenwriter found half a park ticket, a suicide note, a blood-stained lollipop, and a damaged knife on the body.
"Suicide note? He had a premonition that he would die
"?" The police officer opened the suicide note and read: "If I have died before night comes, please don't continue to investigate, just treat me as a suicide, and don't be suspicious of each other. Only in this way can there be more people."
People can live. You have actually got what you want, don't touch things you shouldn't touch, otherwise it will be your turn next."
"The brain was dug out, and it was actually said to be suicide. There is a high probability that it was left behind by the murderer." "Not necessarily." The screenwriter thought thoughtfully and did not touch the body again.
The police officer didn't think anything was wrong. He unbuttoned the deceased's coat and was surprised to find a playing card hidden in the deceased's sleeve, which happened to be the Joker card.
'Playing cards? Magician?' He glanced at the magician, and then continued to rummage. The deceased did not struggle before death, his hands were intact, there were no human fragments left in the nails, and there were no other scratches or small wounds on the body.
, it seems that an acquaintance committed the crime, and he was attacked without any defense. "What is this?" He laughed and pointed at the neck of the deceased. The other person was wearing a very strange pendant with two blood-red flowers entwined.
Together, and at the same time taking root on a tombstone.
"It's just a pendant." After the policeman answered casually, he took off the deceased's coat. He wanted to see the deceased's back.
As the corpse was turned over, a sound came from the deceased's head. Everyone looked towards the hollowed back of the deceased's head, and a ball of blood-stained paper rolled out and happened to hit the black box next to the corpse.
"Don't move!" The police officer's expression was serious and he did not let others interfere. He carefully unfolded the ball of paper. The words on it were cut out from newspapers and documents and specially pieced together.
"I built a hotel in my mind, and there are ten guests living in it, including thieves, robbers, careerists, children, relatives and the person I want to be."
They all have different personalities, and I have been observing them. Until one day, the despair in my mind overwhelmed all my memories, and I fell into the deep water, feeling suffocated every moment."
"I was forced to reach out to them, but no one was willing to save me. All they saw was themselves."
"I died in my own mind, my soul was scattered, and even my memory was broken into pieces.
A lingering black mist floats over the ocean of despair, the thick seawater is about to overflow the hotel, and a new me will be born among the ten guests."
"But I only have one, but there are ten guests."
"All souls are equal. It is up to you to choose who you want to be me." Put the other party's name into the black box, and the guest with the fewest votes will become part of the black mist.
After reading the words on the bloody paper, Han Fei secretly felt bad.
The murderer's general meaning is that only one out of ten people can survive, but he does not ask everyone to choose the person with the most votes, but eliminates those who do not get votes in a round!
Everyone will watch the people around them die until the end.
'I seem to understand what the deceased's suicide note wanted to express. As long as the ten of us choose each other, everyone can live." The woman was very gentle and kind. "That's true, but don't forget it.
, the murderer is among us! He will definitely not do this. If ten of us choose each other, the person who matches the murderer will definitely die!" the police officer said with great certainty.
So the key to the problem now is to find the murderer first." The screenwriter frowned, he always felt that this game was not that simple.
This chapter has been completed!