0016 Chapter 1: Confessions of the Dead (Section 10)
Such a confident gesture actually caused Zhen Cheng, who had succeeded in his plan, to feel a little stunned.
Ms. Navis's decision was as expected. Ever since the other party voluntarily compromised and shifted the battlefield from psychological analysis to the realm of reasoning, Zhen Cheng was confident that she had grasped the victory.
But even so, she could not accept that her opponent, who was deceived by her performance, would be so naive as to believe in a conjecture that lacked evidence.
Ms. Navis is not the mediocre lucky person she appears to be, and her confidence cannot simply come from half-baked reasoning induced by herself.
So, when she was about to miss out on the performance of "recreating history", where did her confidence come from?
Zhen Cheng was startled, and instantly restrained her inappropriate surprise. A behavioral expert like Ms. Navis would of course verify her inference by inducing her own reaction.
Fortunately, there are many explanations for that moment of shock, such as the disappointment of having the plan discovered.
Ms. Navis narrowed her big round eyes and stared at Zhen Cheng. It wasn't until she put aside her large Hanfu clothes and turned around to leave as if she didn't care, that she secretly sighed in her heart.
[Victim No. 1], as the employer said, is the most difficult opponent in this game. A lady like Zhen Cheng will receive special training since she was a child to avoid flaws in her words and deeds. When she has
It is too difficult to read anything from subconscious body language when you are well prepared.
Of course, Navis knew that her inference was not absolutely reliable, especially when there was no evidence of the other party's behavior. But her mentality was that she really had a chance of winning. Contrary to her usual behavior, it could be said that she was the best among the six players.
The most relaxing one.
Regardless of whether he can "reproduce the historical behavior of the characters" or "make correct analytical reasoning" in the game, Navis is confident that he can achieve his goals.
So in the blink of an eye, Ms. Navis returned to the nervous, overly nervous, and trembling weak woman. She turned around and went back to the room on the first floor to look for more clues and evidence.
When passing by the kitchen, she did not go in to check the obviously used stove. The scene in the corridor on the second floor was enough to explain what happened here. She did not think that the famous Miss Zhen family would be careless enough to miss any obvious flaws.
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She had a clear purpose. She pushed open the doors of each room and swept her gaze without stopping until she found the servants' dormitory at the end of the left side of the mansion.
The room was dark and cramped, with four narrow wooden beds placed flat inside. At first glance, it looked like the kind of bed that would make your whole body aching after a good night's sleep, which was in sharp contrast to the luxury of the baron's master bedroom. Well, although Ms. Navis
I haven’t seen the furnishings in the master bedroom, but the exaggerated door speaks volumes.
Considering that most housekeepers have separate rooms, she doesn't think there are other servants' residences in this mansion. In other words, this is her destination.
Navis's thinking has always been very clear. She believed that Zhen Cheng was bluffing and handed over the murder weapon to her simply because he confirmed the identity of [Baron]'s murderer.
This does not mean that her identity as [maid] has not played an important role in the "historical trajectory" emphasized by the organizer, or even that she has not participated in a process that is detrimental to the [victim].
If she wants to win the game by "recreating history", she must figure out what her identity has done. And the relevant clues should be there...
A dusty bed; a dilapidated wardrobe without a door; a half-burned candle that looked almost fossilized; a carelessly thrown sanitary ware on the bed...
Ms. Navis's eyes scanned every corner of the room, and finally stopped at the half bucket of sewage scattered in the corner of the closet next to the sanitary ware.
The entire mansion has been taken care of and decorated by the organizers, but generally it seems to be maintained in an old environment that has not been visited by anyone for two or three years. The bread on the kitchen wall shelf that has turned gray and hard in the dry environment can explain a lot.
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In other words, the Scarry family, who keep demanding to "reproduce history," keeps the entire game venue in a state between the glamor of a hundred years ago and the obsolescence of a hundred years later.
In this case, how could there be an open bucket of sewage that has not yet dried up and been left on the site? Obviously, this is a clear reminder.
Navis approached the bucket and unknowingly knelt down on one knee and lowered her head to check. She found that the sewage inside was so black that it felt so pure that it clearly reflected her own yellowish pupils, which were round and round like an owl.
Big eyes.
A huge force came, and Navis suffered a sudden pain on her shoulder and fell to the ground. She felt a little angry, and she had never experienced anyone being violent to a weak lady like her.
She put on a fearful and timid look and tried to stand up and retreat, only to find that her body was shaking involuntarily and she fell to her knees completely out of her control.
She saw a pair of men's leather boots, which were very exquisite and high-end goods, and a cane stuck on the ground. The leather boots and the cane moved alternately, took two steps forward and got close to her body, clicking each step like a three-on-two beat.
Wonderful syncopated rhythm.
Before she could see clearly, she saw the cane suddenly raised and knocked her to the ground, leaving a bloody wound on her face.
"You idiot! Do you think you are helping me by confessing everything? Now, what are we going to do with that detective?"
Navis, who fell on his back, took three seconds to recover from the dizziness and severe pain, and then saw clearly the face of the owner of his legs. He was an older gentleman with gray hair on his temples, but she was not the owner.
I didn't know him, but I always felt that he was a familiar face. At this moment, the man was waving his cane furiously.
Seeing the cane hitting him again, Navis rolled on the spot to avoid it, then picked up the bucket on the ground and threw it at the man, taking advantage of the situation to retreat towards the window.
Although both the organizer and the employer have confirmed that this is a game, the professional experience allows the female detective to judge with full certainty that the man in front of her really wants to kill her and is ready to put this crazy idea into action.
practice.
The window was locked with a simple bolt, but Navis was sure that she had no time to pull it out. Considering the age of the house, she felt that she was likely to be scratched by old-fashioned glass fragments due to the next move, but it was obvious that the arrow was on the string.
There is no better choice.
Using all her strength, Navis hit the window with her uninjured left shoulder. She believed that even if she failed to knock off the latch, her weight would be enough to break the rotten wooden frame and the dirty glass above.
But the reality is... an inexplicable force slammed her whole body back into the narrow servants' quarters with at least twice the momentum of her own impact. The rotten window frame, which seemed to have been unrepaired for a hundred years, even