How to survive in a world full of weird talk [Comprehensive fear]

"Just now you have known my origin, my family is very rich, from the Civil War to the present, generations have passed, and they still hold huge wealth - and because of this, they look down on ordinary people, and my wife Penelope ...She is not only a commoner, but also an orphan who grew up in a welfare institution since she was a child."

"I'm in love with Penelope, but my family members...they can't accept me being with her. Today is our wedding day. I took Penelope back to the old family house, but I didn't get theirs. Blessings. In desperation, we can only leave—"

"Her wedding dress was torn because when she left my old house, the trailing wedding dress hung on the hook of the iron gate, and she had to tear off the hook. We have no secrets, we are just an unlucky couple. .”

After Charlie finished speaking, the domineering expression disappeared from his face. He smiled wryly twice, and spread his hands: "My story is over, now you can believe that we are innocent?"

The hotel was quiet again.

No one knows if the couple's claims are true, but they don't seem to need to lie.

John looked at the body of policeman Ed. He was strangled by a weapon like a wire and suffocated to death. The weapon was not at the scene.

But in this kind of hotel where debris is piled up, as long as this kind of thing is hidden, it is impossible to find it.

But there's something else that's really weird.

——If it was due to suffocation, Ed, as a professionally trained adult male, could not have been strangled to death silently and without any sound.

But judging from the condition of the corpse at the scene, the murderer obviously did not suffer much resistance.

Ed's face was blue and purple, and his expression was distorted and painful, but there were no signs of much struggle on his body.

This can only show that Ed had lost the strength to resist when he was attacked by the murderer.

Apparently not only the police noticed this.

The bride Penelope suddenly said: "Could it be an acquaintance who committed the crime? The Ed policeman didn't have the awareness of prevention, so he was easily killed by the murderer..."

Her gaze was vaguely drawn to the two policemen.

Duke, who had been guarding Ed's body all the time, sneered: "What do you mean? If you have something to say, you can say it directly. You don't have to hide your head and show your tail like this."

Penelope said: "I don't mean anything else, but don't everyone want to find the murderer now?"

Her beautiful blue eyes swept around the crowd, and said slowly: "I'm just brainstorming... After all, if we catch the murderer one minute late, our lives will lose one minute of security."

The room was dead quiet, and everyone else seemed to agree with Penelope.

The anger that had just risen in John suddenly seemed to be poured down by a basin of cold water. He swept around the crowd with different expressions, but they all kept silent, and suddenly understood one thing.

In this small town hotel that has lost contact with the outside world, the dominant force is no longer the police who represent order.

The most worrying thing happened.

These passengers have their own minds, and they don't trust the police - although so far, they have been very obedient.

Suspicious eyes wandered among these people.

John took a deep breath: "Since you all have ideas, you can speak them out now and discuss them together."

Anyway, I can't control them, "brainstorming" is true, it's better to listen to everyone's ideas, maybe you can find the murderer's flaws.

Charlie's eyes flickered slightly, and upon hearing this, he said, "Have you ever thought about why Officer Ed didn't resist? If it wasn't the acquaintance my wife said committed the crime, it could only mean... Maybe it wasn't that he didn't want to resist, but that he didn't want to resist. It’s because he doesn’t have the strength to resist at all!”

"That's right." Malcolm nodded approvingly. "Compared to the acquaintance who committed the crime, I also agree that someone first made Officer Ed lose the strength to resist."

John and Duke looked at each other, thinking of a possibility at the same time.

"Could it be..."

"Think about it," Charlie said loudly, "Do you still remember? After entering the hotel, none of us drank that cup of tea, only Officer Ed drank it... Maybe the owner of the hotel is the murderer."

"They put medicine in the tea, then stun people, kill them and take money from the dead..."

After the young man finished talking about his conjecture, an affirmative and confident expression appeared on his handsome face.

It was also at this time that the hostess of the hotel, Eva, quietly appeared on the first floor.

As soon as she came out of the back room, she heard Charlie testify that she was the murderer.

The muscles on Eva's face twitched, and she looked at Charlie with a half-smile: "What are you talking about? I'm a murderer? This is really funny. If I wanted to kill you, you would eat the meatloaf, why didn't you lose consciousness?"

Eva's rebuttal was impeccable, and Charlie was a little anxious, but on the hotel table, the tea that Eva had poured for them before had been packed up and thrown away because no one drank it, and he couldn't find any evidence to refute it.

It was because of his anxiety that he attracted a few suspicious looks.

Eva sneered, shook her face and walked away, seeming angry.

She turned and went into the back room again.

From the outside, the inner room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen inside.

Malcolm sighed, and the burly man cast his eyes on Colm, and looked at him with some doubts: "Dude, what's going on with you? Why are you full of water stains? And you don't seem to have opened the room." Well, have you been sitting on the first floor and haven't seen anyone coming down?"

Belch listened tremblingly all the time, pretending to be calm on the surface.Hearing this, he couldn't help but look at the ugly man a few times, remembering that this man had tried to help him and Sidelle before.

Ugly Man Kom: "I don't know, I don't see anything."

He explained a few more words: "I went out to go to the toilet on the way...it was next to the hotel, and when I came back, Officer Ed got down on the ground. But before I went out, Officer Ed was already The posture of lying on the table, the murderer should have done it while I was away, I didn’t know that Officer Ed was dead, and I didn’t know that Ed was dead until the policeman came down and found it.”

Charlie sneered: "Then you have been in the toilet for a long time."

Kom glanced at Charlie: "You want to say I'm a murderer?"

"Otherwise?" Charlie said not to be outdone, "You are the only suspect here now! What do you say depends only on your mouth? The murderer happened to kill you while you were going to the bathroom? With so many coincidences, who else could it be but you!"

"That's right, besides, you're still in charge of transporting corpses... Who knows if you've become mentally distorted in this kind of work."

Kom's eyes were fierce, and a cold smile was pulled out of his ugly face. His lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but now everyone else turned their suspicious eyes on him.

His suspicion is indeed the biggest.

Except for one person.

"The murderer is not him." The blond girl who had been standing quietly aside suddenly said, and after everyone looked over, she continued calmly: "The murderer is not just one person."

"What do you mean?" Charlie frowned.

Belch looked at his sister in confusion.

"What I mean is——" Sidelle shifted her gaze to Officer Ed, "It is very likely that the one who stunned Officer Ed, killed Officer Ed, and wrote that provocative sentence on the table... Not alone."

"That is to say...there are at least three murderers?"

Someone was horrified.

John also frowned, looking at the handwriting on the table.This sentence is crooked, and it looks like it was written intentionally with the left hand. It is impossible to tell who wrote it through the handwriting.

The blond girl stood aside with her arms folded, and said slowly, "I'm just guessing..."

She hooked her lips and tilted her head slightly, "But the murderer who caused the death of Officer Ed cannot be alone."

...and maybe not even human.

Charlie said angrily: "If the murderer and the writer are not the same person, what is the intention of the writer? He or she wants us..."

He suddenly shuddered coldly: "He or she wants us to kill each other?!"

Malcolm murmured: "It seems that the direction of our deduction just now is completely wrong... The murderer may just have a grudge against Officer Ed and wait for an opportunity to retaliate? But who is the person who wrote it, trying to fish in troubled waters... ..."

Kom, who was rescued, seemed to be faintly relieved, and he glanced at Sidelle slowly.

"But," Penelope frowned, "if there are multiple murderers, wouldn't it be—"

"Is everyone here a murderer?"

She was right, there are now five waves of people, namely the police, Malcolm, Colm, the newlyweds, and the siblings.

If there are three waves of people involved in Ed's death, there are only a handful of truly innocent people.

The hotel suddenly fell silent again.

Just now they argued for a long time about who was the murderer, but now they suddenly got news.

——The murderer was myself? !

Seeing the anxious atmosphere visibly becoming anxious with the naked eye, John was slightly startled, knowing that the most important thing now is to suppress everyone's flustered emotions.

He looked at Sidelle seriously: "Girl, there are some things you can't say nonsense."

"How did you come to the conclusion that there was more than one murderer?"

The others immediately looked over with suspicion.

"I said I was just guessing," Sidelle looked back at them coldly, "How to get it out is a secret, believe it or not, you are free to believe it or not, and I don't guarantee the accuracy of this idea."

After the blond girl said this, she seemed to lower her eyes impatiently, and played with her mobile phone by herself.

Sydel is texting Belch.

She doesn't want to be a riddle either, but the point is that her conjecture may be a little too outrageous for these people.

...But it is clear that there are not good people in this room, it is better to let them fight on their own first.

It's best to lose both sides in a fight.

Belch lowered his head and saw the message from his sister on the phone.

【Don't get close to Malcolm, he might be a lunatic. 】