"Not Sherlock?" Ziliang was stunned: "Why do you say that?"

"I don't know yet, guessing, the reason is that I think Sherlock is also a smart person." Moriarty said: "Oh, when it comes to smart people, I think everyone here is not stupid, so what you just said is the game rules of 'killing the person who found the murderer'. I also thought of it. I think you should have thought of it too, Mrs. Marple."

Moriarty cast a seemingly polite smile like Mrs. Marple in a wheelchair.

"It's just that you said it. Of course, you didn't mean to show how smart you are. The person who showed your wisdom at this time is a fool. So, you made these public just to make sure that all of us know this rule. In this way, the three of us are all insiders, so the rules have to be broken. After all, we can't murder the other two people and then commit suicide, right? So after saying so much, you are just afraid that you will become the next victim."

Ziliang scratched his head a little embarrassedly when he listened to Moriarty's words.

"Ah hahahahaha, you've guessed it, it's so embarrassing."

"It's okay, if it were me, I would have done this." Mrs. Marple said to Ziliang as if comforting her child. Yes, she had actually thought of it for a long time, otherwise she wouldn't have been like a supporting actor in crosstalk and followed Ziliang's words.

So, it is a terrible and bad thing to gather together, and the scene is infinitely close to a group of stupid eggs gathering together.

The former is that everyone else can think of what these people are thinking about, and the latter is that no matter who thinks about what others are blinded, so from the result, it is actually almost the same.

"Okay, so you think that Sherlock probably guessed this rule first, and based on his arrogant personality, he would not play according to the game organizer. So, no matter who killed Kudo Shinichi, as long as we make everyone think that he was the one who killed Kudo Shinichi, and then he played in front of us and disappeared, then the chain was broken and the game could not continue, right?" Ziliang muttered weakly: "And if this is the case, then the game organizer would have to intervene in this game, change the rules, or simply terminate the game. In that case, our worst ending would be to completely walk out of this villa. As for the best result, we must catch the organizer and beat him up."

"Well, it seems that people with a personality like Sherlock can do something." Marple nodded and said, "That's easy. Now our game chain is broken. I don't want to investigate who killed Kudo Shinichi. I just thought it was Sherlock, but Sherlock disappeared again. So," said Marple simply took out her yarn ball from the wheelchair: "So let's just wait like this and see how the organizer deals with this dead end."

"Good idea," Moriarty said, then went straight up the stairs and prepared to go back to the house to sleep: "Oh, wait." As he said that, he walked back again, then came to the dining table and took a sharp knife: "I can't be sure if that guy in the house only has a spare key, so if someone breaks into my house tonight, um, everyone is smart, I guess you won't do such a stupid thing, right?"

He said, shaking the knife in his hand, and then walked back to his bedroom.

Ziliang in the living room looked at Mrs. Marple next to her.

"Okay, okay, hurry back to the house. I can't beat you. You should keep some thoughts and deal with what is about to happen. You also know that if some aliens suddenly appear in front of us tonight, and then bring seven or eight killers, detectives and others, telling us that the game will continue, then I will not be surprised at all. So now we should not guard against each other, but those who have never appeared or have been forgotten by us."

Ziliang listened to Mrs. Marple's words and nodded: "Okay, what's right." Then he walked into his room.

At this moment, Mrs. Marple was the only one left in the living room. She looked at the locked door, looked up at Moriarty's room on the second floor, then smiled for no reason, put the yarn back into the wheelchair.

In the bedroom, Ziliang was lying on the bed. He repeatedly pondered the way these people died, and then calculated the rules of the game. He felt that everything could make sense. Maybe that's how it was.

The walls are soundproofed and the house is very quiet. After a few minutes, he took a look at the view outside the window. Outside his window is a beach with moonlight shining on it, providing good visibility. That is to say, if he gets the information about murdering someone, then this message must have appeared on the beach. Perhaps, it is like writing a name on the beach with a small wooden stick, and then after a few tides, it is washed away. No one except himself will see it.

Ziliang just looked at it, but the name never appeared, so his plan was successful? Then, when the organizer of this game found that the game could not continue, he would appear in front of him?

He was just thinking about it, waiting for someone with a strange shape to appear in his bedroom, but this person never appeared.

In this way, the silence lasted for no reason.

Finally, Ziliang felt a little bored, so he sat up and paced back and forth in the room.

Of course, even so, he still couldn't calm down, so he came to the door of his bedroom and pulled the door handle.

Yes, he wanted to go out for a walk, although it was a bit dangerous, but if everything was like he thought, then no one would rush over to kill him. As for Mrs. Marple, to be honest, he had never thought that Mrs. Marple's legs could kill him.

So Ziliang pushed open the door.

The circuit in the living room has been connected to the previous flashes. Now, the dim and lazy light is covering the living room.

Then Ziliang was stunned.

Because, he saw a man

Sherlock
Chapter completed!