0022 Chapter 1: Confessions of the Dead (Section 16)
Ignoring the excruciating pain all over his body, Zhen Cheng took advantage of the situation and rolled to the left corridor on the first floor to escape, secretly praying in his heart that he would not break any bones.
Quite abnormally, this time luck did not lead her to the worst direction. After running, she felt that except for some difficulty in breathing, her whole body was not seriously injured.
She ran all the way, and she could hear the chaotic footsteps chasing after her. Fortunately, her abnormal state of mind did not seem to be able to completely solve the problem of Mr. Epilens' legs. She judged that the other party should not be able to catch up with her.
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At this moment, she suddenly passed by the servant's room and passed by a lady who was disheveled and whose appearance was not much better than hers. After a moment of astonishment, she continued to run towards the stairs.
go……
A few moments later, Navis from the servant's room also came out. Looking to the left, Zhen Cheng's figure was no longer on the stairs on the side of the mansion. Looking to the right, the corridor leading to the foyer was empty.
After looking around nervously, Navis took the soaked rag and walked toward the hall, his steps as light as a ghost.
From Zhen Cheng's fleeting expression, Navis was keenly aware that something unexpected had happened, which made her involuntarily become more careful.
But her target is very clear. The living room, the first room on the right side of the hall. If nothing else happens, there should be clues left by the detective there.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this judgment seems to lack critical logic, but the contestants are all experts in the industry. They are all very aware of the tradition of detective work a hundred years ago and the customs of the nobility at that time.
When a detective is invited or assigned to intervene in an investigation or help in a respectable family, it is an inevitable custom for the owner to use the living room as a temporary office. Perhaps due to the chaotic tone outlined by the supernatural power for the underlying rules of the world, such a thing has never happened
are not uncommon.
With such a clear purpose, she didn't even look at the obvious new blood stains on the second floor wall of the hall.
The reason is simple. The abnormal unfolding in the game is obviously for you to watch, and no one will rush to wipe away the blood after she misses it. But as for the clues to unlock the historical truth, that is every contestant
They are all competing for resources.
In Navis's worrying hypothesis, it is very likely that at this moment, the No. 4 player [Detective] Hu Wabao has found the parlor in advance because of the information provided by his role, and is destroying the information he has already mastered alone.
Of course, this was also because of the angle she was looking up at, she did not see the [Detective] actor she planned to track down, who was lying dead in the second-floor aisle.
Although he did not see any surveillance equipment and lacked Zhen Cheng’s understanding of the extraordinary world, Navis still did not think from the beginning that any development in the game would be beyond the control of the organizer. Naturally, the blood stains on the second floor were understood
For some new clue that emerges.
The door to the reception room opened as soon as it was pushed, and it was a mess inside. If it weren't for the fact that there were so many ajar doors in the whole house, other players would have discovered something strange here a long time ago.
With the organizer's careful decoration, this place seems to have restored a specific moment in history. The open latch button hole on the door frame, the bed sheets that were half pulled out and fell to the ground, and the seats that were turned inward to accommodate
Ms. Weiss quickly restored the scene that had happened in her mind.
The person sitting on the desk next to the door was busy with something, and suddenly there was a violent impact on the locked door. The people in the room jumped up in a hurry and tried to block the door, but were hit by the door that happened to open.
Turn upside down and return indoors.
In the process, his body knocked over the chair, and in a hurry, he tore off half of the sheet. Then...
Being picked up by the ankle and dragged out of the room?
Her eyes rested on several short parallel marks on the wooden floor that were obviously scratched by fingernails. Such marks are unlikely to remain after a hundred years of wind and rain. The fact that she can see them now shows that the organizer of the renovation of the mansion deliberately
This detail on the floor was restored to convey some message to the players...
etc!
Navis suddenly realized a problem.
She originally went to the living room because she assumed there were clues left by the [Detective]. However, the traces left in the room conflicted with the identity of the [Detective]. Logically speaking, she would have hid in the room and was eventually broken into.
The only one who should be dragged away is the [victim]!
Could it be that the [detective] is equal to the [victim]? Or is it that my inference is wrong, and the person who has been hiding in the reception room is not the [detective] but the [victim]? Or...
After brushing aside the paradox of the identity arrangement of the participating players in his mind, and thinking of the phantom-like thrilling encounter just now, Navis came up with a not-so-good idea.
Could it be said that in the murder that occurred in the mansion a hundred years ago, more than one person died?
There is a very simple way to figure out this problem. Navis turned his attention to the desk table next to the door. Various traces indicate that when the door was opened, the people in the room should be sitting at the desk working. This means
This means that the things left on the table are likely to prove the identity of the person who was dragged away.
There was an unfamiliar instrument the size of three laptops stacked on top of one another on the table, with several unmarked tapes scattered around it. Navis didn't recognize the equipment, but at least she had experienced the era when tapes were still used, and she quickly
Put on the headphones and play the tape in the machine:
"So, do you plead guilty?" A slightly cold young male voice said.
After twenty seconds of silence, a soft but slightly distorted female voice replied: "Yes, I killed her. I covered her mouth and nose with a rag and didn't let go until she fell.
Minutes..."
"As a maid, why would you kill your own lady?"
"Because I love her."
Five seconds of blank time.
"Your answer is illogical. If you think you can protect the real murderer by sacrificing yourself..."
The young man was interrupted before he finished speaking. The gentle female voice became particularly distorted, as if her mental state was not normal: "This world is cruel, isn't it? She is a pure child, she should not bear this, she
Should go to a better place."
Actually... I was deceived.
Zhen Cheng's words and deeds at that time flashed through his mind, and Navis wanted to gnash his teeth, but also wanted to laugh. However, now is not the time to laugh. If you want to "reproduce history," I'm afraid there is not much time left.
She took off her headphones and looked at the other tapes scattered on the table and the rag she had just put down, wondering whether she still had enough time to find out more historical truths. At this moment, a voice as smooth and elegant as an instrument sounded.
There was a sound at the door:
"What are you doing here?"
Looking up in a hurry, Navis saw a girl with silver hair and an unearthly beauty looking at him with distant eyes.