My Iyashikei Game Chapter 722: Equality of personality and the death vote

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Everyone sat around the dining table, looking at the corpse whose brain had been dug out under the black cloth.

"The murderer is among us. I hope he will not struggle needlessly, let alone have the idea of ​​fluke. It is good for everyone to stand up and admit that if he is caught by us, it will not be a simple punishment.

Already.

The police officer held the dining table with his hands outstretched. He was the only person standing in the room, condescendingly scanning the other tourists, as if to show his authority.

"Why are you so sure that the murderer is among us?" The middle-aged screenwriter kept questioning the police officer, "Is it possible for the murderer to leave the hotel directly after the murder?"

"No." The innkeeper was in poor health and shook his head, "Since the black mist enveloped the hotel, this inn has become impossible to enter and exit. I don’t know what it is, so let’s call it unknown for now.

Then let's think about it from another angle, why did the murderer kill him? What is the relationship between the murderer and the deceased? When challenging the authority of the police, he stood up and made a different voice in the hotel.

"Maybe we can check the clothes of the deceased and the room he lived in before, maybe we can gain something." Han Fei, who was pretending to laugh wildly, said, he and the middle-aged screenwriter seemed to have known each other in advance and were cooperating with each other.

"No problem, I think so too." The police officer asked everyone to come over, and in front of everyone, he checked the clothes of the deceased bit by bit.

"The fatal injury of the deceased came from the head. He may have been hit with a blunt object first, and then the murderer removed the back of his head and hollowed out his brain. This method of death is indeed very special. The murderer may be a person who likes to collect human bodies Organ changes

Status.

Impossible to be an organ collector. The middle-aged screenwriter interrupted the police officer, "If it is a pervert who likes to collect human brains, he will definitely not attack the head, because it will destroy his collection.

You sound like a very professional person." There was no dissatisfaction in the police officer's words, but his smile made people feel uncomfortable.

"The other party was wearing the uniform of the staff of the park, and the murderer may have killed him brutally in order to avenge the park." The screenwriter was challenging the authority of the police. He walked to the dining table and "assisted" the police in searching the body.

This small action made the atmosphere in the room more dignified, but the screenwriter didn't care. He seemed to do it deliberately to prevent the police from dominating the situation.

After rummaging for a while, the police officer and screenwriter took out a paradise work card from the deceased's pocket. The portrait on the card had no face, and the body was blurred. The overall outline did not look like the deceased, but more like other people.

"This is not the ID of the deceased."

"It's not his ID, why did it appear in his pocket? Could it be that the murderer put it in"

Under the condition of not destroying the scene as much as possible, the police and the screenwriter found half of the park ticket, a suicide note, a blood-stained lollipop, and a damaged knife on the body.

“He had a premonition that he would die in the suicide note

?" The police officer opened the suicide note and read, "If I die before the night comes, please don't continue to investigate, just treat me as a suicide, and don't be suspicious of each other. Only in this way can there be more people can survive. In fact, you have already got what you want, don't touch what you shouldn't touch, otherwise it will be your turn next. "

"The brain was dug out, and it was said to be a suicide. There is a high probability that it was left by the murderer. Not necessarily." The screenwriter was thoughtful, and did not touch the corpse again.

The police officer didn't think there was anything wrong. He unbuttoned the deceased's coat, and was surprised to find that there was a playing card hidden in the sleeve of the deceased, which happened to be a clown card.

Playing card magician" He glanced at the magician and continued to rummage. The deceased did not struggle before death, his hands were intact, no human debris remained in the nails, and there were no other abrasions and minor wounds on the body , it looks like an acquaintance committed the crime, and he was attacked unprepared. "What is this?" Maniacally pointed at the neck of the deceased. The other party was wearing a very strange pendant, with two blood-red flowers wrapped around it. Together, rooted to a tombstone at the same time.

"It's just a pendant." After the policeman answered casually, he took off the coat of the deceased, wanting to see the back of the deceased.

As the corpse was turned over, there was a sound from the deceased's head. Everyone looked towards the hollowed out back of the deceased's head, and a ball of blood-stained paper rolled out, just touching the black box next to the corpse.

"Don't move around." The policeman looked serious and didn't let others interfere. He carefully unfolded the ball of paper. The text on it was cut out from newspapers and documents, and was pieced together by a special person. .

"I built a hotel in my brain, and there lived ten guests, including thieves, robbers, ambitious people, children, relatives, and people I wanted to be. The personalities of each of them They are all different, and I have been observing them. Until one day, the despair in my mind overwhelmed all my memories, and I fell into the deep water, feeling suffocated every moment.”

"I was forced to reach out to them, but no one was willing to save me. All they saw was themselves."

"I died in my own mind, my soul was scattered, and even my memory was smashed into pieces.

A lingering black mist floats on the ocean of despair, and the thick sea water is about to overflow the hotel. A new me will be born among ten guests. "

"But I only have one, but there are ten guests."

"All souls are equal~IndoMTL.com~Let who become me, it's up to you to choose." Put the other party's name into the black box, and the guest with the least number of votes will become part of the black fog.

After reading the words on the **** paper, Han Fei secretly felt bad.

The general meaning of the murderer is that only one out of ten people can live, but he does not ask everyone to choose the person with the most votes, but eliminates those who do not get votes round by round

Everyone will watch the people around them die until the end.

I seem to understand what the deceased’s suicide note wants to express. As long as the ten of us choose each other, we can all live. "Women are very gentle and kind." That's right, but don't forget, the murderer is also among us. He will definitely not do this. If ten of us choose each other, the person who matches the murderer must be will die," the policeman said with certainty.

So the key to the problem now is to find the murderer first. "The screenwriter frowned, he always felt that this game is not that simple.

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