The incident occurred at three o'clock in the afternoon.

According to No. 11, who discovered the body, she came to the restaurant to have some afternoon tea, but she didn't expect to see such a thing.

"I...I didn't do anything, nothing!" Brown-haired No. 11's voice was trembling, "I just found..."

"Don't be nervous." Sheldon's tone was gentle. He was trying to calm the other person's mood and use this to test, "Everyone is suspicious, don't worry."

"Well..." No. 11 looked away, not daring to look at the upside-down corpse again.

"Everyone is suspected?" The grumpy No. 4 snorted and said angrily, "Haha! Anyway, I have no suspicion!"

Sheldon didn't seem to hear this sentence. He walked to the bar of the restaurant with a normal expression, personally took a cup of steaming black tea, held it up slowly on a plate, walked back to the distance step by step, and handed it to him.

No. 11 for tight bodies.

"Drinking tea can help relieve the tension in your heart." Sheldon narrowed his eyes slightly, "By the way, have you been here for tea before?"

No. 11 took the tea cup, pursed his lips, took a sip, and let out a long breath of relief.

"I come here to drink tea every morning and afternoon. The tea here is not that bad." She whispered, her breathing gradually becoming steady.

"It seems that some people are determined to live here forever." Houston teased, his lips slightly curved, leaning on the table, "But this murder looks interesting."

The body didn't seem to have any injuries, and Peiman didn't restrain himself. He directly pulled off the deceased's coat and immediately frowned.

Because the coat on the person hanging upside down could not have been tied up by herself. Logically speaking, it should be hanging down. She even used some strength when she pulled off the coat. So, in other words, this coat was deliberately worn

Stuffed into the victim's pants.

Was it because he wanted to cover up something? Or was it something else? Anyway, looking at this man's shocked expression before he died, he must have struggled.

Sure enough... the clothes the man was wearing were standard Dreamer coats, which had self-healing magic patterns. If a hole was poked, it could be repaired quickly without even being visible.

"Ho...!" A blond woman pointed at the man's body with the number ten engraved on her wrist, "Look!"

It was a small knife, and half of the handle was already buried in the man's back, so it was basically invisible. The large Dreamer's coat perfectly covered the wound.

The blood stain was very shallow, and because it blocked the wound, only small red spots could be seen on the underwear. It should be possible to preliminarily judge that the cause of death of this man was a knife stabbing.

Sheldon immediately started to synchronize his magic power to check whether the restaurant had been tampered with. He tapped his finger on his temple, and a small golden stream flowed in, finally emerging from the depths of his pupils.

There is always a layer of white magic mist permeating the space, which should represent the [Dream World] itself set by the nightmare. Apart from white, there seems to be no other colors. In other words, the killing method can exclude the use of magic-controlled knives to stab.

people.

But...it shouldn't be...such a deep wound could not have been made by his own hands. He could conclude that if he tried to make it by himself, he would at most be able to make it to the end, but he could not do anything.

So deep.

Sheldon further speculated that there should be some assistance...

"Oh... let me interject," Barbatos said in a sonorous voice, "This murder was not committed by the [murderer]."

"..." Everyone turned around, unable to say anything.

Not a [murderer] but a murderer...that is to say...

The false and short-lived trust between people will be completely torn away, and the balloon barrier, which is already as thin as cicada wings, will be punctured, shrunk, and shriveled.

There are obviously some rooms left, why is this happening?

Houston casually pulled out a chair, sat down, and watched with interest as Payman inspected the body. After a while, he felt bored, flicked his wrist, stood up, and walked around the restaurant.

"What are you doing?" No. 4 noticed his abnormality and reminded the others loudly, "Escape? In the dream world, you can't escape! If you kill someone, you have to admit it!"

"Noisy." Houston's lips parted slightly, and he did not continue to care about No. 4, who wanted to step forward and grab him. After all, he didn't know if he was a [murderer].

"Please don't act out of emotion." Martin still played his role at this moment. He was also looking at the corpse and talking quietly to Sheldon beside him.

"How do you think this happened?"

Sheldon just nodded, pinched his temples and rubbed them carefully: "I don't know, don't ask me, I'm thinking... Now everyone is suspected, but some of them are bigger. Some

People look innocent, like my son."

"Haha, hahaha..." Martin laughed twice and retreated angrily.

He looked at Peiman with pleading eyes, but was turned back with thoughtful eyes. He suddenly didn't know what he should do, so he simply lowered his head, leaned on his butt, and took a nap.

"Hmm...huh?" The moment he was about to close his eyes, he seemed to see something on the ground...

Is it a thread? A white thread? He immediately bent down to pick it up, pulled hard with both hands, and found that it could not be broken. This thread was connected to a table leg, very close to the door that connects the kitchen and the dining room.

He immediately discovered that the tables in this restaurant can be moved, but they can only move in specific areas. There will be stuck wooden structures at the boundaries. Martin tried it and found that it was actually quite strong. This white rod

The thread was tied into a knot around the table leg, and it was tied so tightly that it left quite a mark on the edge of the table leg.

Martin took the opportunity to look along the table legs around him, and found that the table legs near the front row table in the kitchen had traces of being strangled with ropes!

Maybe it's because Martin's presence is too low, or maybe because Houston, Sheldon, and Payman's presence is too high, Martin doesn't seem to have been noticed during this period. It's just the timid No. 8 who occasionally uses light and airy words.

, the eyes that kept wandering among the people occasionally glanced twice.

He didn't find a way to move the table directly, because he still couldn't push the damn table even an inch. It had to be said that the small card was indeed amazingly powerful.

Snap! There was a light sound. Then there was a crashing sound.

"Uh-oh!" The sudden movement of the table startled Martin. To be precise, everyone in the restaurant was startled.

"Oh... this row of buttons can move the dining table in the living room... the speed is not slow, which is good. I won't have to move the tables and chairs so hard in the future." Houston's voice

Lazy, like talking to himself, but it reached the ears of the others clearly. He found that he seemed to be focused again, and just smiled slightly, "You continue, continue."

What is going on? Martin thought.

You can't just let the other person kill you, right? Then why did you tie the other person up and hang him from the lamp? Although the knife was very fast, why didn't you dodge it in time? Or should you say he was killed after he was hung up?

Dropped?

Judging from the man's size, it shouldn't be... Martin held the thread in his hand and found that it still couldn't be pulled, and secretly cursed the damn quality.

"Marquez, it seems that there are already a lot of clues." Nightmare assisted Marquez in observing everything around him and asked him to use his body to find out more clues. "Look, it's not just the table legs, but also the ones near the kitchen."

There are also similar marks on the cabinet door handle."

"Hmm...can it mean that someone once used a rope to connect the table legs to the cabinet handle?" Marquez was talking to Merlin in his head while swaying and trotting.

To be honest, walking with such a small body is extremely inefficient.

"Huh... um..." Merlin's curly blond hair seemed to be stained with beads of sweat. The more tired he became, the more he hated why he didn't grow up anymore.

"Look up, little one." The voice of the nightmare appeared again.

Now in front of Merlin is a bar, with a wooden bow hanging on the bar as a decoration. This is not a toy-like model bow, but a real one that can pull up the bowstring, attach an arrow, and shoot the arrow violently.

wooden bow!

What a coincidence. From Merlin's perspective, the bow was exactly in the same straight line as the hanging man's body. It was just that the bows were pointed in different directions.

Merlin was surprised to find that the back half of the wooden bow was actually much darker than the front half!
Chapter completed!