"My words, I used to have a happy and fulfilling family. I believe Mr. Detective can see that I am not old, but my family is not happy. Well... Yes, my father is a gambler and often hit me and my mother. My mother was beaten to death when I was seven years old. Before she died, she still told me to keep smiling. Then on the day when I turned eighteen, I became a clown, pushing my father down the well with a smile, hehe... I still kept smiling as he struggled to ask me for help."

Akira Kashima finished his story in a heavy tone, but as he was talking, he laughed proudly again.

Neither of the lie detectors on both of them called the police.

Hasegawa listened to the other party's story, and there was no fluctuation in his heart. To be honest, this story was not the most cruel thing he had ever encountered. After all, he had been a detective for more than ten years.

"Okay, Mr. Detective, our transaction is completed. We are safe in the first two hours." Akira Kashima said and issued an expulsion order.

Hasegawa had no choice but to turn around and leave. The clown could be said to be indifferent to his work. He had thought that this clown was not as good as Kei Sakurai, but now it seems that the other party is not bad at all.

He even had a murderous intention for a moment. If he wanted to, there were many ways to kill people that were undetectable.

After all, no matter whether it is a clown, Hasegawa feels that the other party has no scruples at all. Even his identity and the symbol of his existence in this world can be given up.

What else can't be given up?

But his long career as a detective has still suppressed this idea.

Finally Hasegawa left.

The same transaction happens in different rooms, and everyone speaks out the most precious things deep in their hearts, and the dark side of human nature begins to gradually be exposed.

The Yudou Lily and the announcer face different people.

Moreover, the microphone as big as a rice grain in the ears of the feather bean lily faithfully conveys everyone's transaction content.

After seeing off the reporter in front of him, Yudou Lily sat back on the bed: "Sure enough, someone is disobedient..."

She knew someone was lying.

And according to the rules, this will be the first dead person!

......

At twelve o'clock noon, music started playing on the radio.

It's time to eat now.

Everyone went downstairs one after another, and Akira Kashima also found a new outfit from the room to change.

"Are you a clown?"

The reporter asked with a questioning look at the clown's new look. Now the other party is wearing a purple suit, with a green vest inside, and his face is still the mask, and his hair turns green like seaweed. But now this outfit seems to fit the image of the clown.

"Isn't it obvious?" Akira Kashima tilted his head, and the clown mask on his face seemed to be mocking.

The reporter took a quick step in disgust and ignored Akira Kashima again.

Lunch is available in the kitchen, so they still have to solve these things themselves, take their own plates and tableware, choose the food they want from the kitchen and come to the dining table together.

Ten people sat in a circle.

The ladies didn't have much to take, including Rose. Obviously, this trip didn't make her appetite very good.

The monk who claimed to be Fahai just took some vegetarian food and clear water.

Other men chose cherry blossom wine, of course this was also recommended by Takashi Tobata.

But at this time there were fewer roses on the table and they turned into ten.

This change was noticed by Hasegawa at a glance.

"Who...has anyone touched the rose on the table?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Hasegawa's face was a little unfavorable, but this was Takashi Changda who came out to smooth things over: "Okay, Mr. Detective, don't you have to do these details. Maybe the organizer has taken care of it?"

Indeed, this is a relatively high possibility that the organizer will do.

Otherwise, the entire manor would be under the surveillance of the organizer, and no one would escape the organizer's eyes if he wanted to make some small moves.

The purpose of the organizer doing this is to let them know that the organizer can change things under their noses, and can quietly kill the person among them who does not abide by the rules.

Just when everyone was thinking differently, suddenly, on one side of the table, the man who claimed to be Q pulled his mask and drank a sip of cherry blossom wine. But after a few seconds, he began to jammed his neck with his hands, twitched all over and fell to the ground, making a tearing sound in his mouth. Then he seemed to have difficulty breathing, and pulled off his mask and breathed in big mouthfuls.

The beginning of blue skin and hideous face look shocking!

Hasegawa rushed over, then smelled the slightest smell of bitter almonds. He quickly covered his mouth and nose with his clothes, turned his head and shouted to everyone: "Cyanide poisoning! Get water quickly! A lot of clean water!"

In the end, the pumpkin head writer quickly turned around and ran to the kitchen.

But when he returned to the dining table, Hasegawa had already put the other party down and stood aside with a heavy expression.

"What's wrong, the water is coming!"

"No need, people die, some people poison the food."

The water in the pumpkin head writer's hand fell to the ground, splashing his legs without even notice.

"Die...it will really die..." He murmured, his mind and body suffered a huge blow.

But this is Takashi Changtian and stood up: "Has anyone touched his food just now?"

"No, he took the food himself, and weren't we all together when we picked up the food?" said Rose, a muscular woman.

"Then this should be the punishment of the organizer." Takashi Changtian said, "If that's the case, why don't we open his mask and take a look?"

This is the best time, and Changtian Guizhi naturally needs to seize it. After all, he is the only one who shows himself as his true face.

"I agree."

"I agree, too."

"Hehe, I'm the same..."

......

Finally, Q's hood was pulled apart.

"Menya Aki." Hasegawa spitted a name from his mouth.

"You know each other?" The reporter glanced at the other party.

"Well, I'm a detective, so I know him. This person used to be a police officer in the forensic department of the Metropolitan Police Department. Later, he resigned for some reason. Later, he opened a photo studio in Tokyo." Hasegawa said, looking up, "Who did you deal with him before?"

After a while, no one came out to speak.

"Since everyone is silent, I will reason about his lack of transactions." Hasegawa began to say to himself: "If Menya Aki did not trade, then some of us have traded individually, and the number is odd, that is, at least one person has traded with two people. If you think about it more, even three or four are possible.

The development of the situation was much beyond my expectations..."

Hasegawa was talking and suddenly realized that a rose on the table suddenly disappeared.

Originally there were ten roses, but now there are only nine left!

And everyone present has been here since the beginning, under everyone's attention.

"This organizer... has something." The detective soul in Hasegawa's heart was burning. It can be predicted that the organizer will definitely kill people again later, and there are fewer and fewer secrets. When the secrets that all of them can trade are known to others, their only way out is to...kill people!

Or find the organizer and kill it.

Hasegawa didn't say this, but he believed that many people present could see it, but many people could not think of this key point.

But there was a person who died of food poisoning and was the first to drink

"Then our food..." the reporter said hesitantly, and it was also a problem that everyone was worried about.

But as she spoke, Akira Kashima sat in her seat again and began to worry as she looked at the food: "Damn it, why didn't you expect to eat?"

It is obvious that wearing a mask like them can't eat anything.

Akira Kashima tried to lift the mask and eat it, but accidentally slipped his hand, and the rubber band hanging on the mask contracted and directly bounced the mask back on Akira Kashima's face.

"Oh!" Akira Kashima covered his face, his funny look just like a clown.

Finally, Akira Kashima made up his mind and looked at everyone. He pulled down his mask and threw it on the table, revealing the "true appearance" under the mask.

The hair like green algae is hung on the head, and the white skin seems to be painted on it. The two big dark circles look a little cute if they are placed on the national treasure, but it only looks even more gloomy and abrupt when hung on Akira Kashima's face.

But what makes people feel the most heart-wrenching is his lips that seem to have been broken.

It is more rude than Kei Sakurai's real split, and it is even more irregular across the entire face. The bright lipstick applied on it outlines a smile.

After taking off his mask, Akira Kashima finally felt much more breathable.

Then he started eating the food on the table in big mouthfuls, and drank half a cup of cherry blossom wine in one sip, without any concern about the poisonous appearance.

The others were stunned.

The second person who started eating was Fahai: "Let's have a meal, carry the body out after eating, and it's not the same thing to put it here."

At this time, the announcer who had been silent but dressed as a hot girl with heavy makeup suddenly spoke, "The organizer is hiding among us, and according to Mr. Detective's reasoning just now, we can know that the organizer's ultimate goal is to kill people or let us kill each other. So can we find out the organizer. If the main organizer dies, we don't have to worry about death, just wait for rescue with peace of mind?"

It was only more than two hours before they arrived at Rose Manor, but they had thought about this idea, but no one was willing to come up with it first, for fear of being targeted by the organizer.

But now that people are really dead, they can't help but sit still and wait for death.

"Agree, then we need to find the source of the broadcast now." Muscle Rose was the first to agree.

However, at this time, Chang Tian Guizhi, who has always been optimistic, said a little frowning: "However, we also need to consider a situation, that is, what is said in the broadcast is actually a cover, the real organizer is actually monitoring us remotely, and among us, some people have been bribed. After all, everyone has a handle on the organizer, so it should be easy to be bribed, right?"

"Hehehe, I am worthy of being the son of a politician. As expected, the perspective of thinking about the problem is different. But since the road is broken and the police cannot come in, can the organizer come in? Besides, even if it is bought, we don't know who was bought, and the rules are not mentioned in the rules, right?" Akira Kashima finished his last bite, and he said in a sharp and low voice.
To be continued...