"Okay, okay..." Sheldon let out a long sigh, "Everyone, calm down a little, No. 4, don't be angry, let's talk it over..."

"What are you talking about? Why should I mess around with you here!" No. 4 said angrily, "I haven't been to the kitchen and I didn't take anything. I was just talking about the alliance with No. 7 in the restaurant.

.....”

"Someone is lying. Don't mention this matter for now." Peiman said coldly, "If you are still worried, how about we go directly to test the power of the little sword."

There is absolutely no point in continuing this quarrel now. It is not too late to just end the previous matter and come back to talk about it.

"No. 12, you and No. 13 stay here." Peiman then ordered, "I am there. I believe you are not the murderer. You continue to look for clues here and protect the scene. We will just come. Ten

No. 4, I'll leave it to you later. Your life is at stake. After all, this is your own problem, and I can't help you."

No. 14 seemed to have some confidence at this time. Her dark green eyes were firm and lively. It must have been the previous inference process that gave her some strength.

"I've tried it before..." No. 14's voice became much more solid, "It hurts and is unbearable, but it's not fatal. This gentleman should also know that if I go there

Just demonstrate it once."

"I'll stay." At this time, Houston, who was leaning against the wall, raised his left hand and said with a smile, "Maybe I'll find something interesting."

"Okay..." Peyman didn't dare to order him easily now. After all, his strength is still here. If he is not careful, he may die. Although Sheldon is strong, he cannot take care of himself.

The troops were divided into two groups, Peyman took the others to the guest room on No. 14, while Houston, Merlin, and Sheldon stayed in the kitchen.

"Haha...that's too clumsy." Houston watched them leave, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "That person must be lying."

"Why?" Sheldon gestured for Merlin to come closer to him, "The evidence is not clear yet."

"Can't you see?" Houston snorted, putting his hands in front of his nose, "I know, you know, everyone knows."

"I..." Sheldon sighed again, "I just...have no choice, what if..."

"Only I can tell you what to do." Houston suddenly stood up, made a pistol-like shape with his index finger and thumb, and shot Sheldon, "Do you know why?"

"Why-"

Before Sheldon could finish speaking, Houston's hand went directly to the top of the medicine cabinet. To be honest, Sheldon and the others mostly just noticed the medicine cabinet, but didn't pay attention to what was on the medicine cabinet.

"It looks a lot like a rafter, doesn't it?" Houston said, pointing to the black cylinder above the medicine cabinet.

"What is that?" Sheldon murmured, he actually missed what was placed on it!

"Haha...that's-" Houston grinned and pulled the thing off from upstairs. It looked so light that he could hold it up with one hand.

Bo! Extremely flexible!

I saw that the trash can had just been freed from its shackles, and it couldn't wait to unfold its body, shaking constantly on the ground, and there was a faint banging sound inside.

"This is the gap between you and me." Houston said solemnly, "Therefore, you will be defeated by me."

At this time, the remaining people in No. 14's room gathered together, all looking at the sword in No. 14's trembling hand, because she was about to stab herself with this thing.

"Ho...ho..." No. 14 took a deep breath, trying to eliminate the tension.

"Why don't you hurry up?" No. 4 shouted impatiently, "Don't waste time!"

No. 14's body trembled obviously, and his eyes kept glancing at other people.

"Well..." She finally made up her mind, lifted up the clothes on her hand, and put the blunt sword, which was only the length of her palm, against it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!" The dark golden line visible to the naked eye, mixed with a slight sizzling sound, is extending outward from the area where the skin is in contact with the flesh! This is exactly the same as when Sheldon touches the holy hammer.

The situation was quite similar.

Like a broken bellows being thrown randomly in the air, like a crowing rooster being pinched by the neck, like an intact sieve being forcibly cut open with iron pliers, the muscles of No. 14's whole body tensed up sharply, with tears and runny nose.

Under the tool, the miserable scream even reached the depths of the kitchen not far away. Due to the severe pain, she let go of the sword within a few seconds, gasped loudly, and threw away the damn sword.

He turned to the side and fell weakly on the bed.

After resting for some time, no one spoke. No. 14's cheeks twitched, and he stiffly forced out a cry-like smile and said: "At most, I just hit him with my sword, and it didn't last that long at all."

Peiman came to his senses first and said quickly: "Then, we should be able to rule out——"

"——I can't rule out the possibility that you didn't press No. 7 alive until he died."

"We will hear a sound." Martin's voice was cold, and he pointed to the body at his feet. "You can't help but know how loud the sound was just now. Besides, the body is right here, and we didn't see anything in his mouth."

Something."

In other words, everyone can now conclude that everyone who has been in the kitchen is basically a suspect. But No. 4 said that he had not been to the kitchen. If he is telling the truth, then this matter has become a dead end.

.

The other people should have no criminal suspects, and Peiman didn't believe that No. 8 would do such a thing.

As for Houston...just leave him alone.

"I told you, I've never been to the kitchen before!" No. 4 repeated with veins popping out, "I didn't even buy No. 7 anything to drink."

"You're lying." Martin said with great certainty as he walked to the kitchen.

"What evidence do you have!" No. 4 almost pointed at his nose and scolded him, "How dare you slander me with your empty talk!"

"Speak more clearly!" Peiman was also a little angry. She never thought why this person would be so extreme. "You are now affecting our progress! Let me tell you, you are the biggest suspect now, No. 14.

You have been cleared of suspicion. If you do this again, you have no hope of getting out of trouble. All of us want to live, and the innocent will find their way to justice. I hope you can recognize it yourself."

"You!" No. 4 choked, "You only know how to slander people..."

After a while, everyone gathered in the kitchen. Houston, Sheldon and Merlin were seen quietly leaning on the side, while Peiman briefly explained their situation in room 14.

And said that he was basically able to rule out her suspicion.

"Then, you should be the only one left, No. 4." Sheldon's voice was smooth, "Then, I don't want to think about whether anyone has lied to you now. I just want to ask if anyone has lied.

Was anyone present when No. 7 and No. 4 were talking in the restaurant?"

No one raised their hands, so now it should be only No. 4’s business.

"I've never been here! I haven't!" Number Four repeated forcefully again, "I've never had anything to drink with Number Seven!"

At this time, Martin raised his hand and said: "I saw you two drinking coffee, and I vouch for it with my personality."

"I said, he and I have never drank anything at all!" No. 4's eyes popped out, spittle flew, as if the words he bit so hard could give him any confidence, "You are talking nonsense.

Nonsense!”

"I don't want to lie to people, and I'm too lazy to lie to people." Martin believed his eyes very much. At that time, he clearly saw the two people sitting at the dining table closest to the door, each having a cup of hot coffee, laughing there.

Let’s negotiate!

"Fuck you!" No. 4 couldn't bear it anymore and kicked the wall of the restaurant.

"Then..." At this time, Houston finally opened his eyelids and smiled contemptuously, "Please take a look at this before talking."

Boom! Boom!

"What? You have evidence -" No. 4 opened his eyes wide, took two steps back, and finally forced himself to answer, "Then you take it out?"

Obviously, what was in front of No. 4 was the trash can that Houston had taken from the medicine cabinet.

"I think it's a bit dirty. You can open it yourself. After all, if you put it on the medicine cabinet, it will touch a lot of dust..." Houston's tone was lazy, but every word was heartfelt, "I believe that in a very short time,

After all, it is impossible to deal with so many things in-house. After all, we all know that the voice of No. 14 can be transmitted to the kitchen... The crystallization of the extract that has not been dealt with is ironclad proof. If it were me, I would still

I will tear off the labels on the medicines. Oh yes, I will use my own magic power, which will obviously make it faster."

Sheldon nodded in agreement. When he heard such a miserable scream, he had goosebumps all over his body.

"Why do you order me like this!"

"Well, no wonder we chose you... You still have a chance to make a final argument to make us believe that you are not the criminal who poisoned us." Houston said the two "criminals"

He said the word very harshly and kicked the trash can in front of No. 4.

Before No. 4 could pounce, Peiman picked up the trash can in advance and opened the lid of the trash can with a click, showing everyone what was inside.

There were two sets of teacups, lids, coasters, and of course ceramic spoons with golden stamen patterns, all neatly placed there. It looked like everything inside had been consumed, but there was still some brown residue at the bottom.

A thick coffee smell came out.

"What is this?" Houston stepped forward and kicked the innocent trash can again, "Then, since no one has been here before, why is this trash can inexplicably placed on the medicine cabinet...

....And, where did these two cups come from?”

"It's not—"

"You're lying." Sheldon directly interrupted the angry No. 4, "Everyone has seen it... There is no use in trying to defend yourself."

"You guys, you blind, retarded, brainless people!" No. 4 was furious, and rushed to No. 14 who had not had time to prepare. "The murderer is obviously her! Why did you waste time in the first place?

——”

"Okay, then..." Houston smiled brightly, stretched his wrist into the bucket gracefully, and picked up the two cups together. Magic power surged in his hands, and in the blink of an eye, the liquid inside was refilled.

.

"If you don't admit it..." He slapped the two cups on the table ferociously, "I directly restored the two cups of coffee intact... Of course, I

I just used the simplest [reproduction]..."

"Please." Sheldon stretched out his right hand and directed No. 4, who looked confused, "This is your last chance."

Number 4 looked gloomy and swallowed hard. His eyeballs were already bloodshot, and his angry face was twisted into a ball, like crumpled parchment.

He pointed at Houston's nose viciously and yelled: "Go to hell, it's you! It's you! The murderer is you! It's you who took us -"

But he didn't realize that his throat had already been pressed against by an extremely sharp magic blade. In an instant, the violent magic force pressed him against the kitchen wall with a crushing force.

"You know, I want to kill you... it's very simple." Houston's eyes narrowed slightly, and the tip of his tongue traced across his lips. Three magic lines stretched wildly from his earlobes, like the branches of an old tree. He

There was a hint of evil in his every move, but more of it was ridicule and disdain for the powerless man in front of him.

"Uh... Gu..." No. 4 swallowed, his Adam's apple moving up and down feebly.

The four eyes faced each other, filled with fear. Now No. 4 rolled his eyes upwards and kept tilting his head back, only to find that what was waiting for him was just a white wall...

It all happened smoothly, without even a single person stopping it.
Chapter completed!