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Chapter 726

Hearing Han Fei's voice, the fugitive's face changed, and confusion and confusion flashed in his eyes.

But just for a moment, all his expressions returned to normal.

There was no more communication between the two. Han Fei had already walked to the center of the corridor one step ahead. He did not stand with the others and kept a certain distance from his wife. "The water will not reach the second floor in a while. You go first."

Come with me." The hotel owner knew that he was not going to die soon, so he motioned to the waiter to help him back to his room.

"Is there something that we can't say face to face and must go behind our backs? Is this a black shop here? Are you directing and acting from the beginning to the end?" There was no pity or sympathy in the magician's eyes. He saw that the old man's health was getting worse and worse.

Poor, his demeanor gradually became relaxed, and it seemed that among all the people present, he was only afraid of the old man.

"I'm old and don't have much time left. I have something to say to my family." The old man urged the waiter to follow him into the house, but Kuangxiao happened to be standing at the door of the boss's room. He didn't seem to want to get out of the way.

Intend.

"The injury on your neck is serious and requires emergency treatment. I happen to have played the role of a doctor and have learned some surgical first aid knowledge." Laughing wildly, leaning against the door frame: "I can save you.

"No need." Compared with magicians and fugitives, the old man is more afraid of laughter. As long as he sees the other person's handsome and smiling face, he can't help but feel chills deep in his heart.

"Is there anything more important than your own life?" Laughter still didn't let go: "There should be first aid tools in the hotel. If you can't find some clean cloth, let me help you stop the bleeding first."

"You have been guarding against us. Are you worried about the murderer? Or is there an ulterior secret hidden in your room?" The magician also came over. He looked at some pictures hanging on the wall: "According to the murderer's stuffed

Judging from the information on the back of the deceased's head, everyone in the hotel is a guest, but you consider yourself the owner of the hotel. This is very strange.

"Young Master, this proves that I am not the murderer." The hotel owner's injury could no longer be delayed. Blood was flowing down his neck, which looked very scary.

"Maybe you are just the first tourist to enter the hotel. You regard this place as your home. You say you are the owner here, but in fact you are a thief! Maybe you are the murderer who killed the original owner of the hotel!" Magician

His voice was not loud, but what he said inevitably made others think too much.

In this hotel with the word "heart" in its name, every visitor has a superficial identity and a real identity.

On the surface, the police officer is a policeman who maintains order and justice, but when he encounters danger, he thinks of killing everyone to save his life. In fact, he may be a fugitive. Not to mention laughing wildly, he seems more cheerful than anyone else at first glance.

But once you truly understand it, you will realize how terrifying that cheerfulness is.

Innkeepers, magicians, everyone including Han Fei are like this.

People only show the side of themselves that they want others to see, and the deeper darkness and gloom are buried deep in their hearts. Only when life and death are at stake, will their true nature be exposed.

"Two of us may be murderers. Before the voting is completed, no one can escape from everyone's sight." The magician didn't know what the hotel owner wanted to say to the waiter behind everyone's back, and the boss couldn't tell him.

He is about to say something, so the best thing to do at this time is not to listen, and let the secret rot in the innkeeper's heart, or more accurately, in his body.

The strong wind hit the window glass, the hotel ceiling cracked a finger-width gap, and black rain poured into the house.

There is already water on the first floor of the hotel. The black rainwater is thick and turbid, just like the life of some tourists, so dull that it makes people breathless.

The hotel located in the center of the maze is shaking in the storm and may collapse at any time. This house seems to have special significance to the entire paradise, and its collapse will also represent the end of something.

"Go ahead and vote." The waiter who seldom spoke spoke, as if to reassure the hotel owner.

"No problem, but before voting, I want to say one thing." The middle-aged screenwriter leaned against the aisle wall and sat on the ground. He pointed at the wound on his chest: "I vaguely saw the man who wanted to kill me."

my people."

The murderer was seen. As soon as he said these words, everyone focused on him. "Who is it?"

"His face is quite distinctive. Unlike a few of us, I need them to take off all their masks before I can make a judgment." The middle-aged screenwriter pointed to Han Fei and the waiter who were wearing masks in the room.

The original focus on the hotel owner was shifted to Han Fei and the waiter.

"This person was the last one to come in. He was always wearing a mask. He is really suspicious." The hotel owner wanted to target Han Fei. Others didn't care who was targeted, as long as they were not targeted.

"Do you want to take off the mask?" Han Fei's hoarse voice came from under the mask; "My face was disfigured. I was afraid of scaring people, so I kept wearing the mask."

"I remember the murderer's facial profile. As long as I see it, I will definitely recognize him." The screenwriter and the fugitives laughed wildly and stood together. The three of them seemed to have become a group. "Facial profile? Then the person you saw must be

It's not me." Han Fei's hands touched the edge of the mask. As his hands slowly tightened, blood dripped down his chin. When he lifted the mask, several people in the room took a breath of cold air.

Under the smiling mask was a face with mangled flesh and blood. He had no facial features, and his cheeks and mask grew together, so the outline could not be seen clearly. "The murderer is not me." Han Fei held his mask, which was pure white on one side and white on the other.

Completely soaked in blood.

The screenwriter stared at Han Fei's disfigured face for a long time. He seemed to be having a fierce ideological struggle. After a long time, he shook his head: "The murderer is indeed not him.

It should be another person.

In order to take off the mask, Han Fei tore the wound again. After seeing his miserable condition, the waiter seemed to have no reason not to take off the mask.

After hesitating for a moment, the waiter also took off his mask. That person was none other than F. He infiltrated among the players and took over all the resources of Han Fei. He had the same level and ability as Han Fei, and the player called himself F.

Others saw nothing unusual. Only the wife's eyes changed at the scene: "Fu Sheng F avoided the sight of Fu Yi's wife. He acted like a stranger.

"Yes, I can see clearly! He is the murderer!" The screenwriter pointed with his hand. His face was pale, but his tone was very sure.

"Impossible! He's always been by my side, and you're slandering him!" The hotel owner himself is dying, but he is still protecting the waiter. "I can see clearly, it's him!" the middle-aged screenwriter said.

insist.

"It seems like what I guessed, the hotel owner and the waiter were the murderers. They killed the real owner of the hotel. These two thieves set up this trap." The magician said aggressively: "You two, stop pretending to be innocent and tell us.

Is there any way to escape?"

Except for the middle-aged woman, everyone else had already spoken unanimously, preparing to get the hotel owner and his family out first. During the whole process, Han Fei said nothing. He held the mask and turned to look at his wife.

If the hotel owner dies, will his wife vote for Fu Sheng or herself?

The coagulated blood scab broke again. Han Fei was a little tired. He sat at the entrance of the corridor and looked at the rapidly rising water.

"The waiter had no reason to kill the screenwriter. They were far apart, and there was a police officer in between them. If the murderer was not the waiter, why would the screenwriter frame him?" The most likely possibility is that the glass fragments were actually the result of laughter or the screenwriter himself.

Stab into the chest, they're trying to attack someone with it."

Han recalled the tone of the screenwriter, and he felt that the real purpose of Kuangxiao and the screenwriter was to target him, but the screenwriter did not fully follow Kuangxiao's intention, which led to the target focusing on F, who also wore a mask.

"When the chandelier fell, he went to the counter to help everyone find lights. There was no time to commit the crime. The murderer was someone else! Don't be deceived!" The hotel owner wanted to make it clear, but no one cared what he said. He had to

Someone needs to die in order to save the lives of others. They need to find a high-sounding reason for killing.

Looking at everyone's eyes, the hotel owner was desperate. After his death, the waiter should be next.

"Well, since you don't believe me," the old man grabbed the waiter's arm and said a few words in a low voice in his ear. The waiter's face changed slightly, as if he had not expected such a thing at all.

While the waiter was still in shock, the hotel owner laboriously began to write the waiter's name in blood. As he wrote, he looked at the other passengers: "Only he and I know the secret of this choice. Vote, if after I die

, he didn’t survive to the end, all of you will be buried with him!”

"Wei Ban? Did you perform well?" Most people didn't believe what the hotel owner said. Only Han Fei and Kuangxiao kept staring at the waiter's face, trying to figure out something.

"You have a way of life for others, but don't turn this way of life into a noose around your own neck." The innkeeper put his vote into the black box. He wanted to take advantage of himself to stay awake.

Vote as soon as possible to help the waiter survive for a few more rounds.

Black rain flooded the first floor of the hotel. The third round ended very quickly. After the police officers died, the fugitive found Kuangxiao. He decided to follow Kuangxiao's previous proposal and give his vote to the screenwriter, hoping that Kuangxiao could

Vote for him so that all three of them can live. Since there are no dead people, the black rainstorm is getting heavier. The cracks in the roof are spreading. A large amount of rainwater flows directly into the house from the top of the hotel. The water on the first floor of the hotel is slowly changing.

deep.

"Continue to vote." The old man in the hotel insisted on voting. His arms were shaking more and more violently. The wound on his neck was bleeding too much. He was already out of breath.

The fourth round of voting was deliberately extended by the magician and screenwriter. They looked at the innkeeper not as if they were looking at a person, but more as if they were looking at a sacrifice. The waiter hurriedly stopped the innkeeper's bleeding, but it didn't make much difference.

The purpose is that the old man is suffering from ailments.

The fourth round of voting ended, and there was still no one dead in the hotel. At this time, the black water had risen to the stairs. The sofa they had sat on in the hall was soaked in black water, and the body lying flat on the dining table also slowly

Slowly floating up, its arms were pushed away, as if it was standing in hell with its arms open, waiting for several other people to come and accompany it.

The downpour was raging and raining heavily on the hotel, causing the building to sway and collapse in the next second.

"Continue!" The hotel owner seemed to have come to his senses. He wrote down the waiter's name and put it in the black box. He then walked staggering toward the magician while holding on to the wall. Under everyone's gaze, he grabbed the magician's clothes and whispered.

A few words of explanation.

"Don't get me wrong, he didn't tell me anything." The magician explained to the people around him, but no one believed what he said. After the old man said those words, it seemed that he was exhausted and walked back.

Ability.

What surprised Han Fei was that the waiter on the same side as the old man did not come to help the old man this time. Instead, he was struggling with a pen. He hesitated for a moment when writing his name. "There is a problem."

The fifth round of voting ended. Han Fei had a premonition that something was wrong, so he approached his wife in advance. The strange thing was that as soon as he moved, the half-dead old man moved with difficulty. "What does he want to do?"

There was no threat to the seriously ill old man with his neck cut, but Han Fei suddenly thought of the waiter's hesitation when writing his name just now. Han Fei captured that moment of hesitation.

A conjecture came to his mind.

"Did the old man know that he was going to die, so he deliberately didn't ask the waiter to write his name? He wanted to take advantage of the few seconds when the black mist poured out of his body to kill someone in the room!" Also in Han Fei's words

When he thought of this, the dying old man's skin cracked, mist seeped out of his mouth and nose, and he rushed towards Han Fei like a monster!

"Is he targeting me?"

The old man seems to know that his wife is Fu Sheng's mother. Only by killing Han Fei will his wife not hesitate and help Fu Sheng wholeheartedly. He knows that he must die, but he will use his own death to buy a way for Fu Sheng to survive.

The black mist swallows everything, and you can't get rid of it if you touch it.

Facing the old man's sudden attack, Han Fei fortunately made preparations in advance and retreated faster.

The old man struggled in the black mist for significantly longer than the police officer. He found that there was no hope of killing Han Fei and immediately pounced on the little girl who could not speak.

For Fu Sheng, the best solution is to kill Han Fei and let the mother and son recognize each other; the second is to kill the little girl so that the magician and Fu Sheng are forced to cooperate with each other. The black mist gnaws at the heart, lungs, flesh and blood, and the kind and kind old man is now

Like a ferocious evil ghost, his hands eroded by the black mist grabbed the girl.

The frightened child tried her best to dodge, but she was standing on the edge of the fence. "If you die, more people can live. He is the most suitable choice." The hand in the black mist touched the girl, but in the next moment, no one could

Something unexpected happened.

Han Fei, who had already moved out of the way, took the initiative to rush over. When the girl was about to be trapped by the old man's black mist, he took the risk of being swallowed by the black mist and pulled the girl aside. In just a few seconds, the old man completely

Swallowed by the black mist, he roared unwillingly and disappeared into the black box.

Han Fei hugged the girl with lingering fear. He subconsciously checked the girl's arm that touched Heiwu, and all this was seen by the middle-aged screenwriter. Many people regarded the little girl as a key, but only one young building manager

Treated her like a real child.

Staring at that bloody face, the middle-aged screenwriter already had his own judgment in his mind.

"The girl has the same face as Xiaoba and is his earliest friend. He will not sit back and watch that child being killed in front of him.


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