0010 Chapter 1 Confessions of the Dead (Section 4)
Ten minutes later, a kind-looking old man opened the front door and entered the mansion. As he walked, his cane tapped the ground, with a slight limp. His left and right feet, one light and one heavy, formed a three-to-four beat with the cane.
The wonderful rhythm of.
The old man looked at the decoration of the hall as quickly as Zhen Cheng had just entered the house, then immediately frowned and turned his gaze to the left side of the first floor.
Although his age has made his senses far less than they were at their peak, such a strong chemical smell still allowed the Epilens detective, who was over sixty years old, to immediately determine the direction of the anomaly.
He couldn't ignore the anomaly in front of him and followed the smell to find it.
The source of the peculiar smell came from the kitchen. Before he even opened the door, he heard the girl's brisk hum.
Then, he saw his rival, the famous detective girl, cooking something difficult in a large iron pot of Indian curry that a child could jump in to take a bath in a kitchen that was twice the size of an ordinary person's home.
Famous stuff.
"What are you cooking?" the old detective twitched his lips and asked. At the same time, he tapped the ground heavily with his stick to attract the girl's attention.
Zhen Cheng turned his head and smiled politely, as if receiving greetings from neighbors while cooking breakfast on a sunny morning: "It's Mr. Epilens, I'm cooking... [the victim]."
When the old detective heard this, his hands trembled and he almost fell down. All kinds of weird and bizarre thoughts came to mind. By the way, isn't the [victim] yourself? Did I remember the order of identities wrong? Besides, this is just a game! Don't look calm.
He said it as if he had just completed a murder and was dealing with evidence!
Wait, evidence...
Just when a bad premonition came to the old detective's mind, Zhen Cheng smiled apologetically and explained again: "This may make you a little confused. In fact, what I am cooking is the game organizer's order to let you
The key evidence left behind to identify who is the murderer.
She was originally a very realistic silicone doll, made very similar to me. In order to prevent you from distinguishing the position of my character, I could only bear the pain and completely destroy this work of art. You see, if it is just
Heating cannot melt her limbs to the point where traces cannot be distinguished, so an open flame must be used first..."
As she spoke, she proudly showed her "cooking skills" to the old detective.
The old detective suddenly couldn't hold on any longer and tremblingly fell down on the bench at the door of the kitchen. With trembling hands, he took out the pills from his pocket and put them in his mouth.
Five minutes later, the old Mr. Epilon, who finally recovered, looked at the girl by the fire with a complicated expression as he began to pack away a pot of chemicals that would leave no clues.
At this moment, he was actually very conflicted. He felt like a good child while eating, but he had never heard that she was so crazy...
Is Zhen Cheng really crazy? Well, she will frankly admit that she is by no means a rational existence that can be tolerated by normal people. But in any case, she is not so illogical that she needs to be imprisoned in a lunatic asylum.
In fact, just like the Epilens detective had already judged her, Zhen Cheng had already begun to recall the details of most of the contestants in her heart when she first met the other contestants at the dinner party.
Among the six players participating in the game, except for the last one, a silver-haired girl who was not much older than herself and looked very mysterious, the other five had more or less recalled some of each other's roots when they first met each other at the banquet.
Well, yes, the last one is the person you are thinking of. But just a week ago, Zhen Cheng didn't know that she was a classmate who chose the same criminal investigation course as him. He didn't even have the impression of this person in his mind.
, I always thought that today’s dinner was the first time I met this person.
As for the truth...who knows?
The rest... We are all top celebrities in the same industry. Even if we have not investigated each other specifically, some public information has already been unknowingly memorized in our minds.
Detective Epiron, a legendary explorer, archaeologist, and detective. He was good at observation, and relied on this trait in his early adventure career to repeatedly unlock the secrets of ancient monuments that had been ignored by previous generations and then narrowly escaped death.
Still alive.
At the same time, his years of adventure also left traces of time on this old man. This forced him to choose to retire at the age of forty-five and became a full-time detective who mainly provided written advice to people.
He suffers from rheumatism in his joints that makes it difficult to run and must rely on crutches to walk, as well as a heart disease that is not optimistic.
"You know I have a heart disease," the old detective said calmly and slightly self-deprecatingly after finally regaining his composure: "You used your skillful answers to accurately arouse my emotions. You wanted me to be moved by the sudden stimulation.
It doesn’t matter if you faint or die, as long as you can exit the game."
As he spoke, he held the handle of his cane between his fingers and clapped softly: "In my long career, countless people have tried to kick me out of the game or kill me. I have to say that you are the most successful among them.
1. Calmly, leaving no clues, an amazing attempt.
To be honest, it’s hard for me to imagine that besides the elite education at Saint Matar Academy and active detective work, you can still find time to learn about practitioners in fields related to your interests to this extent.”
Epilons hid his sharp and scrutinizing gaze behind the calm pressure of words. In any case, it was difficult for him to accept that such a young girl in front of him could plot what he had imagined in a time-pressed game.
Deep and effective calculation.
His eyes carefully scanned Zhen Cheng's face, but he only saw sunshine, happiness, and full of vitality. No matter what, he couldn't find any trace of deep thoughts, which made him frown deeply and could hardly hide it.
"The situation at St. Matar Academy is probably very different from what you imagine. In fact, we have no required courses and heavy academic pressure at all. All students can choose piano, equestrian, or even shooting and fighting according to their interests or needs. In this way
Courses that are helpful in a variety of specific industries.
Mr. Epilens, I am only sixteen years old this year. No matter what I have done, I am only a junior in the industry. In terms of speaking skills, I am very aware of my immaturity. But even with such a shallow method, I can be so experienced.
Seniors were tricked...
I’m very curious, what makes you, a person who already has fame, wealth, and wisdom that most people can’t even achieve in their lifetime, so obsessed with this ‘game’?”
After his purpose was exposed, Zhen Cheng showed the grace and respect that a noble should have without a red face, as if he was not the one who viciously wanted to put his opponent to death just now. At the same time, he
, the question is also thrown back to the other party.
The old man smiled and tapped the floor with his cane, and stood up reluctantly: "It's just a desire that any ordinary person will have that you can't understand at your age. I have so many things that are worth pursuing in your opinion.
Do you think I would be willing to lose them?
I don't care about the power that comes with becoming a transcendent. What I want is just a correspondingly extended life. No matter how much you know about that world, I think you have at least read the organizer's promotional materials.
?”
At this point, the old man changed the topic calmly: "Girl, as a detective, you still have a lot to learn. When you try to influence others to achieve your own goals, you will inevitably reveal your own secrets.
flaw.
You gave up hiding yourself and insisted on destroying the key evidence before I entered the scene, and then continued to use dialogue to delay time, because you have confirmed that I am the character who should kill you in history!"
At the last sentence, his voice suddenly became louder, and his cane flew to the ground quickly. This gave people a psychological shock that the secret in their hearts could not be hidden, and caused a moment of unconcealable wavering.
"Here, the evidence you want."
What was even more unexpected than Epilens' long-planned mental torture was Zhen Cheng's calm response. As if she didn't feel the change in the old man's momentum at all, she picked out a piece of still-living meat from the cauldron that had begun to cool down.
A sticky substance with some human characteristics, like a melted wax statue.
The old detective covered his chest fiercely and almost fell back on the bench again.