One step, two steps, three steps...

The hearts of the two living people in the room began to beat violently with their paces, which was a signal.

The door close to the bedroom is getting closer and closer, and the murderous intention is about to be revealed. Now it has come to the final step.

Ji Li’s choice is to start in advance!

He knew Murong had doubts, so when he was on the verge of last step, he threw his crutch against the wall and threw himself behind Murong!

Murong hadn't reacted yet, why did the people next to him attack him?

Ji Li took action very quickly and used all his strength.

But because he was a cripple, he could not maintain this posture until Murong died.

However, Ji Li miscalculated that he could no longer hold on in just half a minute.

Murong's head was raised high in the air at this moment, and it was difficult to breathe, but the knife in his hand finally poked back with his vague intuition!

This knife directly stabbed Ji Li.

Ji Li didn't seem to have expected that in this situation, Murong could fight back, or fight back so quickly and accurately.

The back midfielder was injured, completely shattering his original posture, and the force point was destroyed. What followed was that his right leg could no longer support him.

The whole person suddenly became soft and his face collapsed to the ground, while Murong hit his back.

"Ahem!!"

Murong finally got a breath of breath when he was dying, but the knife was stabbed in Ji Li's back and was unable to pull it out.

He just stretched his neck and was breathing the bloody air desperately, as he liked it.

Unfortunately, his approach completely ruined the next opportunity to counterattack.

Murong is inferior to Ji Li.

Ji Li ignored the knife that was inserted into the back of the waist at this moment, but instead firmly held the thin rope scattered on his shoulders in his hand!

What this brings is another life that is quickly extinguished in his palm!

At this time, Ji Li regretted it. He shouldn't have chosen this rough way to solve Murong's life.

But now, Murong Yuan is smarter and more agile than he thought.

Ji Li made a mistake that he despised the newcomer and the living person's will to survive before his death, so that he did not even wear gloves this time.

This is a huge mistake, a mistake that shouldn't have happened to Ji Li.

So, what is the reason?

But the fact is that Murong's strength is gradually disappearing, and he is lost from his palms, and the fragility of life is reflected at this time.

But the hemp rope is far less thin and smooth, so the torture that Murong before his death is even more terrifying.

Murong stared at her eyes and died in Jiang Lin's room, lying on the ground, and his arms were loosely released and spread on the floor.

Perhaps he didn't expect that not long ago, he strangled Liusu to death with these hands, but now he is also suffocating.

Before Murong died, he regretted because the script was not written like this.

Murong’s script is not written like this!

Time cannot match, death cannot match, nothing can match, but he is already dead.

Ji Li stood up from the ground reluctantly, shaking and holding the wall, gasping heavily.

After a long time, they were exploring the script on Murong. Sure enough, these newcomers were still used to carrying scripts with them. After reading them briefly.

His brows frowned because Murong's script said that Murong strangled Liusu to death half an hour ago!

But why did Ji Li hear the conversation between Liusu and Mei Sheng?

Now, Ji Li, including herself, has four scripts on hand.

The other three are Helan, Jiang Lin and Murong, who all died at the hands of Ji Li.

Ji Li stood in the room, where the smell of death was filled with the smell of death, and the bloody smell of Jiang Lin was almost dissipated, but there was a soul of injustice.

He looked at Murong's body, pulled out the dagger from his back and threw it on the ground, looking at the blood, sighed slightly in his heart.

The four words "against failure" appeared in his mind. Ji Li was no longer able to wash away this kind of scene.

No matter how he explains it, he will inevitably become the only object of doubt.

Ji Li sighed, sat on the ground, flipped up Jiang Lin's script, and then read Murong's script.

Neither of these two are sinful things.

But then, he suddenly realized that some details were not right in the scripts of these two people.

I hurriedly looked through it carefully. In the second act, at 6:37 am on November 11, when everyone found Helan's body.

There is such a sentence in Murong's script!

Ji Li suddenly realized the key to the matter. The key to this mission, and he was sure that this was definitely a way out!

He immediately got up from the ground, leaned on a crutch, and returned to his room step by step with blood dripping, and took out his script from the ventilation duct.

The scripts of Helan, Jiang Lin, Murong, and Ji Li are arranged side by side.

Ji Li dripped blood around her waist, so she dipped the fabric of the sofa into red, but he stared at his script tightly.

He had been ignoring a detail, even though Helan's script had been in hand for a long time, he had not observed this detail.

Now that the other three people have obtained the script, he suddenly discovered it.

It turns out that there are seven locks on the cover of Ji Li’s script!

All the other clerks' covers are just six locks!

What this indicates, Ji Li thought of a terrible conjecture, which was enough to subvert everything.

Almost at the moment when the guess was formed in Ji Li's mind, his hair suddenly stood up, as if something finally had the chance to come to him!

A dark shadow slowly stretched out his hands and enveloped Ji Li's head.

The pores were blooming, and the black mist connected into lines, drilling into his pores, blood vessels, flesh, and bones.

Ji Li felt it, but he could no longer hide, but there was no worry on his face. His concern about life and death was confirmed by its arrival.

At the moment when darkness came, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and threw it into the crack of the sofa.

At the same time, a sentence echoed in my heart:
Chapter completed!