Chapter 723 Personal Equality and Death Vote
The door of the hotel has been closed, and everyone who is supposed to come seems to have arrived.
Everyone sat around the dining table, looking at the corpse with its brain removed under the black cloth.
"The murderer is among us. I hope he will not struggle needlessly, let alone have any luck. It will be beneficial to everyone to take the initiative to stand up and admit it. If he is caught by us, it will not be the case. It’s a simple punishment.”
The police officer held the dining table with his hands open. He was the only person standing in the room and glanced condescendingly at the other tourists, as if to demonstrate his authority.
"Why are you so sure that the murderer is among us?" The middle-aged screenwriter kept questioning the police: "Is it possible that the murderer left the hotel directly after the murder?"
"No." The body The poor hotel owner shook his head: "Since the black fog enveloped the hotel, this hotel has become only accessible and cannot be exited. Everyone who enters and leaves the hotel will be killed by something in the black fog. , I don’t know what it is, let’s call it unknown for the time being.”
“Then let’s think about it from another perspective, why did the murderer kill him? What is the relationship between the murderer and the deceased? Why did the murderer steal the brain of the deceased?" The middle-aged screenwriter stood up from his seat. When no one dared to challenge the authority of the police, he stood up and made a different sound in the hotel.
"Perhaps we can check the clothes of the deceased and the room where he lived before, maybe we can learn something." Han Fei, who was laughing and pretending, 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 he checked the deceased's clothes bit by bit in front of everyone.
"The fatal injury to 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 skull and emptied his brain. This method of death is indeed very special. The murderer may be a person who likes to collect human organs. Abnormal."
"Impossible to be an organ collecting enthusiast", a middle-aged screenwriter. Interrupting the police officer: "If it is a pervert who likes to collect human brains, then he will definitely not attack the head, because it will destroy his collection."
"You sound like a very Professional people?" 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 a park staff. The murderer may have wanted to take revenge on the park, so he brutally killed him." The screenwriter challenged the authority of the police officer. He walked to the dining table and "assisted" the police officer Search the body.
This small move made the atmosphere in the room more solemn, but the screenwriter didn't care. He seemed to have done it deliberately to prevent the police from taking over the situation.
After rummaging for a while, the police officer and the screenwriter took out a park work permit from the deceased's pocket. The figure on the permit had no face, a blurry body, and the overall outline did not look like the deceased, but more like someone else.
"This is not the deceased's ID."
"Why does it appear in his pocket if it is not his ID? Could it be that the murderer put it in?"
While trying his best Without destroying the scene, the police and the screenwriter found half a park ticket, a suicide note, a blood-stained lollipop, and a damaged knife on the body.
"Suicide note? Did he have a premonition that he would die?" The police officer opened the suicide note and read: "If I die before night comes, please don't continue to pursue it, just treat me as Suicide, don't be suspicious of each other, only in this way more people can live. You have actually got what you want. Don't touch things you shouldn't touch, otherwise it will be your turn next. .”
"The brain was dug out, and it was actually said to be suicide. There is a high probability that it was left behind by the murderer."
"Not necessarily." The screenwriter thought thoughtfully and did not touch the body again.
The police officer didn't think anything was wrong. He unbuttoned the deceased's coat and was surprised to find a playing card hidden in the deceased's sleeve, which happened to be a clown card.
"Playing cards? Magician?" He glanced at the magician, and then continued to search.
The deceased did not struggle before death, his hands were intact, there were no human fragments left in his fingernails, and there were no other abrasions or small wounds on his body. It looked like an acquaintance had committed the crime, and he was unprepared. Being attacked.
"What is this?" Kuangxiao pointed at the deceased's neck. The deceased was wearing a very strange pendant. Two blood-red flowers were intertwined and rooted to a tombstone.
"It's just a pendant." After the policeman answered casually, he took off the deceased's coat. He wanted to see the deceased's back.
As the body was turned over, a sound came from the head of the deceased. Everyone looked towards the hollowed out back of the head. A ball of blood-stained paper rolled out and happened to hit the black box next to the body. .
“Don’t move!” The police officer’s expression was serious and he did not let others interfere. He carefully unfolded the ball of paper. The words on it were all cut out from newspapers and documents and specially pieced together. together.
“I built a hotel in my brain, and there are ten guests living in it, including thieves, robbers, careerists, children, relatives and the people I want to be.”< br>
"Each of them has a different personality, 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. They only saw themselves.”
"I died in my own mind, my soul was scattered, and even my memory was broken into pieces."
"A lingering black mist floated on the ocean of despair, and the thick seawater was about to overflow. After passing 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, you choose who you want to be me."
"Put the other person's name into the black box, and the guest with the fewest votes will become part of the black mist. ”
After reading the words on the bloody paper, Han Fei secretly felt bad.
The murderer's general meaning is that only one out of ten people can survive, but he does not ask everyone to choose the person with the most votes, but eliminates those who do not get votes in a round!
Everyone will watch the people around them die until the end.
"I seem to understand what the deceased's suicide note wanted to express. As long as the ten of us choose each other, we can all live." The woman was very gentle and kind.
"That's true, 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 will definitely die. !” the police officer 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 was not that simple. (End of this chapter)