Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 363: The Devil’s Confession
Chapter 363 The Devil's Confession
The speed was too fast. When the man in pajamas and I saw clearly, half of detective No. 3's body had been pulled out of the door. He couldn't keep his composure anymore. He shouted desperately, his face contorted, as if he was pulled out of the door The outer arm is in great pain!
"Help me! Save me!"
Man No. 1 and I grabbed No. 3's body with all our strength, but we still couldn't compete with the force outside the door. Seeing that No. Others couldn't sit still.
"What's out there?"
"Damn it! Close the door!"
Everyone has their own ghosts, and the thin man No. 6 even walked towards me with a blade.
"Help me, save me!" Most of No. 3's body was pulled out of the door, his face was ferocious, his mouth was wide enough to fit a fist, and his screams filled the room.
As more and more blood flowed out of his mouth, No. 3's voice gradually weakened, and I felt the strength in my hand suddenly increase. I exchanged a word with No. 1 man, and at the same time let go of my hands.
"Help me, save..."
No. 3's body was swallowed by darkness in a blink of an eye. No one knew what was outside. The half-open iron door was closed by man No. 1. Only the alloy master key in the door lock proved that No. 3 detective once existed.
A large amount of blood seeped into the house from outside the iron gate, and the pungent smell of blood soon wafted away.
"This game is for real?!"
Man in pajamas No. 1 pulled out the master key on the door, and worked with me to restore the cabinet to its original state and block the iron door.
"There are still five minutes before the game starts, I think everyone should face up to this problem." No. 1 man in pajamas threw the master key in the center of the round table. It was the only proof that No. 3 detective had ever existed.
"No. 3 is dead? Just like that?"
"Aren't the detectives in ordinary novels all calm-headed, keen-observing, and extremely strong in reasoning, who turned the tables at the end of the case? Why did our famous detective die as soon as he came up?!"
"I don't have a good impression of detectives, and I hate the way No. 3 speaks. I deserve it."
"With his death, there is one less powerful competitor."
"That's right, and he didn't die in vain, at least it proved that the iron door was a trap."
No one sympathizes with No. 3, or the people who come here to participate in the game have long forgotten what sympathy is.
"The thirteen vents are impossible to get in and out, there are no windows, and the only iron door is also a trap. If we want to survive, I'm afraid we have to follow the rules of the game." It was Du Yu who said this, He still had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were on No. 1 man in pajamas.
The surroundings gradually quieted down, and everyone looked at number one. According to the rules of the game, the order of confession is the room number. How the game should be played and whether it can get off to a good start all depend on the attitude of Man in Pajamas No. 1.
Became the focus instantly, No. 1 is expressionless, no one knows what kind of heart is hidden under his sloppy dress; "Okay, I agree to play the game normally according to the rules of the game."
He glanced at the blood oozing behind the cupboard, shivered and walked towards the electric chair directly east of the hall.
At midnight, there was a red and blue light on the back of the electric chair alternately, and the piercing siren sounded from somewhere in the hall. The iron door made a "bang bang" sound, as if some monster was hitting the door!
"Is this electric chair urging you?"
"Go! Do you want it to keep ringing? Damn, that cabinet is moving!"
Amidst the yelling and cursing of the crowd, man in pajamas No. 1 gritted his teeth and sat on the electric chair, picked up a motorcycle helmet-like thing from the top of the electric chair and put it on his head.
When the helmet cover fell, the siren disappeared suddenly.
"It's a bit strange." I looked at No. 1 pajamas man, "His movements feel very natural to people. He finds the helmet and puts it on directly. He is the most critical No. 1. His existence can be said to be the key to the whole game. The key to a smooth start, is his identity a policeman? Or is he the twelfth person hidden among us?"
While I was still guessing, sitting on the electric chair, number one wearing a helmet started to scream in pain.
"Poor number one."
"Repent quickly, don't waste time."
When everyone quieted down, the No. 1 man in pajamas sitting on the electric chair twitched his face and began to state his crimes.
"My name is Wang Shi. I am thirty-one years old. I used to use the pseudonym Corpse and Human Face. I am a writer of suspense novels."
After he finished his first sentence, many people present looked surprised. No one knew the name Master Wang, but the pseudonym of Corpse and Human Face was known to many people.
"The king of narrative tricks! The first person in suspense novels of the northern school, who is good at using article structure and writing skills to deliberately conceal and mislead certain facts from readers, and the truth is not revealed until the end, making readers feel indescribable. Shocked! The narrative is concise and fierce, the plot is ups and downs and weird, and the story structure is almost unimaginable!"
"Is that the corpse face that was absent from the national awards ceremony?"
"It is said that he only submits manuscripts under his screen name, and no one has seen his true face."
"Fuck! I even bought his book!"
Finding that someone had heard of my pen name, No. 1 smiled miserably: "Since you know that I am a corpse, you should know my masterpiece "Diary of Killing a Wife". Really, I am the out-and-out pervert in the novel."
"In my whole life, facing the woman I love madly, I am not in a hurry. I have never taken the opportunity of my closest acquaintance to ask her for the only favor I need."
"My first wife and I were classmates in high school. Her name was Bai Fangfang. After graduating from high school, she was admitted to a prestigious university with honors. And I went to a technical school, like a toad watching a white swan. "
"Inferiority should be buried from that day. Six years later, my first book was published. What I didn't expect was that she and I met again as an author and a reader."
"I tried my best to pursue her, and after a year, we got married."
"But married life is not happy. She is wayward and arrogant, like a high-ranking princess, and I am just her servant."
"When I was twenty-six years old, another woman came into my life. She was Mu Xueying, a student of Bai Fangfang, and she was only twenty years old at that time."
"Younger body, the lure of invisibility, I am fascinated by this feeling, deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate myself."
"Soon, Mu Xueying and I were no longer satisfied with meeting only a few times a month. I filed for divorce from Bai Fangfang, but my groveling did not bring any sympathy from that woman. She wanted to take me away. Half of the family property, she also wants to disclose my privacy to all readers."
"I never had the thought of killing someone before. I used to love her so much, but in an instant, all my love turned into hatred."
"I apologized to her with a smile and flattery, made her dinner, poured water for her feet, and we did it six or seven times in bed that night until I was exhausted."
"I love her more than ever, but since then, I have planned in my heart how to write a completely true diary of killing my wife."
"I've been thinking about ways to kill people every day. Only once when I heard Mu Xueying mentioning that there were loopholes in the management of toxic reagents in their school, and the laboratory often didn't lock the door during the day, I realized that the opportunity had come."
"Using another pseudonym that no one knows, I got a highly toxic chemical element - thallium bromide from the Internet. After tossing and turning my hands twice, three bottles of five grams of poison came into my hands."
"In order to completely remove my suspicion, I did not use the simplest food poisoning, but tailored the most suitable death method for my wife Bai Fangfang."
"In previous conversations, I know that Bai Fangfang's mother has a history of mental illness, and I also know that Bai Fangfang is highly myopic. She likes to wear contact lenses for her beauty."