0102 Chapter 3: The Unbelievable Kidnapping Case (Section 12)
Seeing that her blood seemed to have no effect, the red-haired sister didn't say anything, she raised her palm to the top of the door and began to smear it, obviously trying to cover the entire door with her own blood.
Zhen Cheng was taken aback and quickly stepped forward to stop him.
She pulled off the cotton gauze sleeves on one side of her Hanfu and started to bandage the other person. She couldn't understand the young lady in front of her anymore. Just now she casually said that she wanted to kill someone casually. Zhen Cheng dared to guarantee that it was not just a casual statement.
Just saying.
Originally, what she was most worried about was that if things turned into a worst-case scenario, everyone would have to face an experienced killer when they were killing each other for survival. However, she never expected that the man would actually trust her theory so much, even if he lost a lot of blood, he believed that the only one who could survive was the one who killed him.
Only with her blood can the door open.
It's a pity that she thought wrong.
For such professional work as bandaging, the doctor wanted to help, but was forced back by the murderous gaze of the red-haired sister. Zhen Cheng became more and more confused when he looked at the soft outline of the pair of red eyes behind the mask that turned back to him.
But of course she knew that now was not the time to dwell on this, so she looked at the short-haired woman who had been smiling beside her and said:
"The moment Sister Mask pressed her hand up, I saw that you were obviously shaken. Why is this happening? The only reason can only be that you believe that you have killed more people than her, but you don't know how to use it in the wrong way.
Will opening the door affect the subsequent results?
From the beginning, you have pretended to be just ordinary people like us who were unfortunately involved in anomalies, but secretly you have always been portraying yourself as knowing the inside story.
I don’t know why you did this, but you’re trying to hide that you’re trapped in this same problem as us and it’s really not that good. In the eyes of experts, your unintentional body language reveals too many secrets.”
In the circle of top detectives, there are too many masters who are famous for their observation skills. For example, the extremely experienced old Mr. Epiron, or the great detective Impas who is recognized as the number one insight.
Zhen Cheng, who has an obvious age disadvantage, is naturally not among them, but as a talented rookie who is as famous as the previous ones, Zhen Cheng still has the confidence to distinguish between deliberate performances and true unintentional habits.
"It sounds like you have confirmed that there will be no adverse consequences if the wrong person opens the door?" the short-haired female transvestite asked instead, which was a sideways admission of Zhen Cheng's suspicion.
Zhen Cheng smiled shyly: "That's right, I just have a little understanding of the rules and characteristics of the first type of 'secret space'.
The rules here are often interlocking. Wrong choices are likely to result in death or serious injury, but it is rare to be trapped to death. You should know these better than me, right?
Sister Mask has proven that applying blood on the door will not bring any danger to the victim. Maybe you are strong, maybe you are sure to kill everyone here, but for your own purposes, contribute a little blood,
Opening the door is the best option, isn't it?"
The red-haired girl who had just stopped the middle school student who had killed dozens of people insisted on going to the hospital by herself. Of course, it was not out of kindness. Instead, she had the same concerns as the short-haired girl. She was worried that if the wrong person got her hands on him, he would be beaten again.
What should I do if it doesn’t open or something?
"You may die, but there is almost no situation where you cannot continue and get trapped to death... This feels like a computer game." The junior high school student murmured.
"You little guy can see clearly." The short-haired woman smiled coquettishly, and like magic, she took out a dagger from nowhere and stabbed her fingertip lightly, squeezed out a drop of blood and pressed it against the door.
She didn't know if the blood of the "most murderer" was the key to the door. After all, the prompts were unclear, and she, who didn't know Zhen Cheng, only half-believed the reasoning of some famous girl detective.
But at least Zhen Cheng didn't guess wrong that the short-haired girl was also trapped here, so she wouldn't resist if she could use her own blood to open the door. Of course, it was only for this drop. If she really needed to cover it with her own blood
It's better to try killing all the other people on the entire door panel.
Zhen Cheng didn't know what the "Class B Comprehensive Competition" mentioned in the document meant, but the short-haired woman knew it. As long as the word "competition" appeared in the rules, there would be a high chance of killing all of them.
People "clear the game" and leave what these natives call the "secret space".
Fortunately, the door opened.
There is no deadbolt, and there is no structure to lock the door and prevent it from being pushed open. The door handle and the seemingly door lock seem to be just decorations. If the door is not locked by electromagnetic force, then it may only be a supernatural phenomenon.
The room was cramped and dark, exuding an old musty smell. There were no lights, and there was no switch on the wall.
Everyone tensed up every nerve in their bodies, and even the two ladies who were obviously abnormal got into fighting stances. Then Zhen Cheng shined the bright light from his cell phone into the room.
The situation inside is very different from the weapons warehouse filled with firearms and ammunition that everyone imagined. Under the strong light, the size of the room is obviously smaller than it looks from the outside. What is even more shocking is that the entire space is almost empty.
, except...a scalpel suspended in mid-air.
This thing is only as big as a palm, and is very slender and suspended in an unexpected position. If it weren't for the fact that it had nowhere to hide under the strong light, people exploring the house might not have noticed its existence until they accidentally bumped into it.
Zhen Cheng suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder and staggered as he was bumped into. Then he was supported by the red-haired young lady in front of him. When he raised his head, he realized that it was the martial arts coach who had pushed through everyone and rushed into the room.
He picked up the scalpel and held it in his hand, without seeming to encounter any resistance. Then he stared at the weapon in his hand feverishly and said, "I have practiced, and I can better protect everyone by holding the weapon in my hand."
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Such a short weapon that is not even a weapon may be deadly enough to deal with humans, but when faced with monsters that do not know the details... it is difficult to give people any sense of security.
The reason why the coach rushed forward in such a hurry was probably because he saw a prop suspended in mid-air in this strange place and realized that it might be a treasure with some special power, right?
Of course Zhen Cheng herself had doubts about this. She had personally seen several magical things in her father's collection. So, she cast her eyes suspiciously on the short-haired lady.
"It's just an ordinary scalpel," she said, noticing Zhen Cheng's thoughtful eyes, and repeated, "I'm sure."
Zhen Cheng believed this. She had long suspected that Short Hair had a far better understanding of the hidden space than she did, and it was not surprising that the other party could see through the quality of the props here just like an expert appraiser distinguishes the value of antiques.
If that was really some kind of magic weapon, she probably wouldn't have been able to let a martial arts instructor grab it and remain indifferent.