"Twintails didn't sleep last night, so he was guarding the door with a knife. Then the killer swaggered into the house and tore off his right arm with the knife in his hand." The dead fish eyes pointed to the sofa in the direction of the blood splatter. There was no trace of it before.
People noticed that half of the hand holding a knife was vaguely exposed under the sofa. Due to the conditioned reflex of tearing out the nerve, the kitchen knife was still held tightly in the arm separated from the body until it became stiff, which confirmed the speculation of the dead fish eyes.
As he spoke, he seemed completely unmoved by the blood splashing all over the room, squatting on the ground and continuing to observe: "Then the twin tails fled to the bedroom in pain, and the killer who followed him tore off the other arm and threw it here. She forcefully
Ji fell on the bed, and the killer put his foot on her lower body and tore off her legs..."
Looking at the horrific corpse like a double-tailed human pillar, Qu Yun tried to recall a trace of the emotion in her heart yesterday. The result was disappointing. At this moment, she couldn't find even a single cent. Can someone like herself know how to feel heartache? Sure enough, it still happened.
Thinking too much...
She couldn't help but laugh at herself, but she didn't make a sound. She just curled her hair with her fingers, turned around and asked calmly: "Then cut off her head and kill her?"
Dead Fish Eyes observed the broken neck of the lonely body for a while, shook his head and said: "The head was cut off after death. The killer stood here and watched the twin tails die before he started to cut off the head."
"Hey! You bastard killer, I finally caught you! How could you have done it by yourself at night?" Ma Zai, who was pointing at the dead fish-eyed criminal, was grabbed by the tattooed man behind him and failed.
Then he cursed more. The tattooed man put his hand on Ma Zai's shoulder and asked the dead fish eye: "The first time I saw it, I thought that look was familiar, right?"
"I'm not talented, I'm doing criminal investigation work under Tingwei's house over there," Dead Fish Eyes looked a little humble, but faced the tattooed man with a hint of provocation: "In your words, official, policeman, policeman, police officer
, I’m talking about this kind of person.”
All he got in return was a cold snort from the tattooed man, which must have meant that he didn't agree with each other.
"This alone explains a lot of things. The killer is either the guy outside the door, or another superman among us who hides his power. Or the killer gained the power to tear people apart with his bare hands at night. This man is cruel and bloodthirsty and enjoys killing.
, and he was very calm and not anxious at all when committing the crime. He is the type who is not afraid of death or is absolutely confident that he will win." Qu Yun concluded. As she said this, she found that everyone was looking at her strangely.
Well, in the eyes of ordinary people, it’s nothing more than a dead-eyed official who is calm in the face of danger. I am just a female college student with no power to restrain a chicken... plus the calm eyes when looking at the corpse, it is no wonder that they put her in their mouths
The analyzed character who is "very calm and enjoys killing" puts it on his own head.
This is not good and can even be fatal.
Although she knew it better than anyone else, even though she could play a thousand roles in the blink of an eye, Qu Yun just couldn't let herself show a trace of panic at this moment. That kind of acting was not her way of playing games. Girls should be elegant.
, panicking is too ugly, eh. She comforted herself like this, and then asked something that made people hate her: "There is one more thing I care about, where is the head of the twin tails?"
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"Don't think too much, the muscular man outside the door is highly suspected. In addition to concealing his inner uneasiness, prisoners often use excessive violence to warn others. According to the current clues, it is inferred that the muscular man who is a killer is warning us not to go
The likelihood of voting for him and trying to plant fear in our hearts is extremely high."
Following the words of Dead Fish Eyes, Fengchen Nu fell to her knees with a plop. She looked extremely panicked, as if she had just discovered that she was at the scene of a murder. The others looked at the discussion and couldn't come up with any more reasons, and they didn't want to stay here.
The bloody scene left in twos and threes.
Now it seems that the most suspect person is probably the muscular man. Even if ordinary people have the power to tear human bodies apart with their bare hands, can they enjoy the feeling of killing like that?
If you just think about it this way, it seems that you have hit another blind spot. That is, are the people selected into the Lamarck game really ordinary people?
Regardless of physical strength or psychological level, Qu Yun believes that she is definitely not an ordinary person. Others may be the same aliens as herself in various senses? So can she enjoy torture and killing immediately after gaining strength? Probably not. Although
I am not against doing this, but you must always have a purpose in your actions.
The reason is not important, the process depends on the inherent but unpredictable inner preference, and the result is what is really important. If it is abnormal, I am like this, half relying on logical thinking and half doing whatever I want, and my purpose is not understandable to others.
A predictable metamorphosis.
So based on logical judgment, what do I need to do now? The answer is no. I am not without suspicion, but I am by no means the most conspicuous, and everyone has a clear target. Find it safely within the remaining few minutes.
The method of a real killer... does not exist. So the most important thing now is to seize the opportunity to observe.
Qu Yun rolled her hair around her fingers repeatedly and thought, and she was also observing everyone at the same time. A person with a briefcase was squatting with his head in his hands, and Ma Zai was carrying the body in the hall back to the host's room according to the tattooed man's instructions.
The tattooed man looked calm and composed. He had lost all the aura he had when we first met him yesterday, and instead looked like an excellent leader.
On the other side, Feng Chennv and Director Wang were discussing secretly. Both of them had ghostly expressions on their faces, quite similar to Edvard Munch's famous painting called The Scream. What's funny is that their mouths were wide open but their voices were extremely low, as if they were in their throats.
Even with Qu Yun's abnormal hearing, he couldn't hear a single word. With dead fish eyes, the muscular man and the good student gathered together and muttered something. At this time, there was no sinister look on the muscular man's face.
A wise man's contemplation and humility.
mimi do,reti……
The ringtone at nine o'clock was Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny, and voting began.
There was silence for three minutes. Even the group members who were whispering to each other just now subtly moved away from each other. Some people like Qu Yun secretly hid their glances around, while others held down their Lamarck nervously.
Badge. Even the muscular man stopped provoking, but quietly closed his eyes and meditated.
The number of the holographic projection timer was set at 09:03, and Qu Yun's voice sounded happily out of thin air: "All players have effectively completed the voting. The voting results are: No. 3, five votes. No. 1, four votes. Confirm execution of No. 3."
What the hell!
Everyone present had expressions of disbelief on their faces. Qu Yun, who was the person involved, couldn't help but her eyes widened uncontrollably for a moment. That's it, I almost got plotted to death without knowing it, Lamarck game.
, it’s really not that simple...
It was only at this moment that she slowly stopped having fun.