"Oh... this is so interesting." For some reason, Sheldon now wanted to smash the puppet floating down from the sky, "Isn't it? This murder incident is [non]

The murderer] did it.”

Sheldon's mind was in a mess, and he could only think about the fact that he had killed someone, and he had killed someone in front of everyone, and he had killed someone in front of Merlin, whom he had raised. The restaurant that originally felt extremely open and bright was in front of him.

His eyes became extremely narrow and pale for some reason. His lips were dry and he just wanted to drink some water.

"I'll give you one day to verify the evidence, and the trial meeting will begin one day later." The puppet's body shook in front of Sheldon twice, as if mocking how conspicuous the other party's actions were.

The only person in the restaurant now is Sheldon himself, and those watching outside the restaurant can only remain silent.

"Dad killed someone?" Merlin hadn't recovered yet, "No...it's impossible, right?"

"Take one step first is one step." Nightmare said solemnly, "Everything should be based on the facts."

Nightmare can see everything in sight through the Eyes of Merlin, and can automatically analyze the magic direction of both parties. This is something Merlin, who is the real owner of the body, cannot do. What makes Nightmare strange is that he has no way to distinguish the magic power at that time.

Who released it? In other words, what puzzled him was why Sheldon used his magic power to kill Houston. Because in the eyes of the nightmare, there was indeed a powerful magic power that penetrated Houston's body.

Chest, and the owner of the magic power is none other than Sheldon himself.

However, Merlin and Marquez, who have had so many interactions with Sheldon, would not believe that their "father" would not stop. But looking at Sheldon's dull and nervous expression, he probably thought that this was the case.

The person killed himself...

Now that everyone's trust in other survivors has been exhausted, Sheldon has to firmly believe that he will definitely be voted out, and then someone will definitely choose not to forgive and then give himself a cruel execution. Although this time

The murder was ridiculous, but when they saw Houston dead on the ground, everyone still felt terrified.

"Let's go." Peiman winked weakly at everyone around him, "Let's go to the restaurant first."

Half a minute later, everyone was there to look at Houston's body, including Sheldon himself. Merlin was now used to dead people. He bent down, poked Houston's face with his hand, and asked the nightmare in his mind about him.

Is he dead or not?

"He is dead, don't think too much about it." Merlin said dryly, "But who killed him is still up for debate. If we believe that Sheldon killed someone, is there any chance of turning around? Think about it.

look."

"Then let's watch it first." Marquez thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case, "Maybe."

"I don't think Sheldon killed him." Merlin made his own guess. "He is not that kind of person. We both know it very well."

Houston's death seemed extremely normal. The flesh and blood on his chest was burned and melted, and his bones were corroded away, leaving only an empty and fishy smell.

"I shouldn't..." Sheldon was still in the state of shock, but everything happened very fast at that time, and he had no way to say that he didn't kill anyone, "But I...

..”

"It's okay..." Peiman was powerless from beginning to end. This time she simply broke the pot. After all, she didn't kill anyone, and she didn't care what others thought of her. She put her hand on Sheldon's shoulder.

on, "Look away..."

"Haha..." Sheldon lowered his eyes, his heart in a mess.

But he didn't know why, he always felt a little weird.

"No, we can't go on like this. We have to consider what Houston's purpose is. He probably doesn't want to be killed in vain." Nightmare finally couldn't stand it anymore and said to Marquez.

"Didn't he say he wanted to kill everyone?" Merlin was confused, "What's wrong?"

"So what else can Houston do besides take away your dad?"

"Should...can't."

"So," Nightmare's voice sounded a little excited for some reason, "If Houston wants to kill everyone at once, what will he do?"

"If you kill everyone at once...then the wrong person will be chosen..." Marquez seemed to realize something, "If everyone chooses Sheldon, maybe everyone will

Will be killed, this is what he wants to see."

"Correct." Merlin said loudly in the sea of ​​consciousness, "I think it is most likely because of this incident! Of course, doing so is very risky. With my ability, I can only save Sheldon. What I have stored now

The total amount of magic power is still not enough. If Barbatos is robbed openly, we will not be able to survive in the future."

"We need evidence now, because my father may also think that he killed someone." Marquez now had a headache. He finally activated his body and looked around hard, trying to find some clues that could bring him back a victory.

"By the way, why don't you use my body? Maybe you can find me faster?"

"I'm lazy." Merlin said very bluntly, "For me, my body is just a constraint, and there is nothing to treat me."

Marquez was speechless. However, if he did, he would do it. If he didn't do it, no one would do it for him. He immediately moved his little feet and looked around with his eyes, searching like a carpet every inch.

Now everyone is in a mess, even panicked. Of course, there are some people who have nothing to do - because it seems that there is no suspense about this matter.

Martin is of course thinking about whether there is any remedy for this matter. He is persuading everyone and asking them if they can be generous and forgive Sheldon. Of course, this is essentially useless. After all, it will be a choice or not at that time.

Everyone's business.

Amidst the panic, a strange and unpredictable balance is gradually emerging, which is the so-called "temporary realignment." The survivors gathered together in twos and threes, rustling, probably where they complained about Houston before

What he did was to solicit opinions from all parties on whether Sheldon should be forgiven.

But the one that others agreed with the most was: "He can be forgiven, but he will be the sacrifice when the time comes."

To be honest, this is very chilling. When Martin heard this answer, he was so angry that he wanted to slap the other person, but when he thought about it, he seemed powerless... Everyone

Don't want to die.

"However, I think I should stop." Sheldon finally had the first round of argument, otherwise the game would really be unplayable.

"Then why did Houston die?" Peiman asked patiently, "We don't really want to go - hey, hey? Don't run around on the 13th!"

"Well..." Merlin touched his little head, his voice aggrieved, "Okay..."

"Come here." Sheldon waved to him, feeling even more sad, "If you're tired, you don't have to walk too far... Wait, what's that in your hand? Don't want anything of unknown origin.

Go touch——”

"This is a badge previously issued by Mengshi. It is no longer produced." Peiman saw Merlin's hands spread out as if he had found a treasure, but when he saw that it was something that shouldn't have appeared, his heart suddenly tightened.

"Of course, this is because the funds allocated by the government to our Dream Department are getting less and less... It's really hard on you. You have only been here for a month..."

"I don't know..." Sheldon was originally very aware of the direction of his body's magic power. However, recently, his fourth magic pattern gradually recovered, and he was still unable to accurately control his power. He really

I don't have the courage to make a promise and say that I didn't kill anyone.

"This should be something that belongs to No. 1." Sheldon said, "He himself said that he was the previous general affairs management consultant."

"I have one too," Peiman took out the exact same little badge from his pocket, which looked as brand new as Sheldon's. "Although I don't have it now, I have always kept my original one."

"It doesn't look like he doesn't care about Dreams as much as he looks." Sheldon found that the badge in his hand was so new that it was brand new from the factory.

"As long as you pour your own magic power into this groove, and then turn the spring, the small magic reaction stove inside will convert the magic power into a light source, making the badge shine." Peiman gently tapped the lower left corner of the back of his badge with his finger.

I opened a groove in the corner and turned the spring twice more, and the shining green light was filled with the lines of "Dear Dreams". It looked good.

Since just pouring magic power can make him shine, Sheldon picked it up and prepared to put a little bit of magic power into it, which should kill Merlin's time.

His hands are shaking.

Half a minute passed, but there was still no sound of clockwork creaking in the restaurant.

"This badge contains my magic power." Sheldon's voice was a little erratic for some reason, "This is obviously not mine..."

"Wait?" Peiman also discovered a clue at this time, "The magic patterns here seem to be different from mine..."

"I think it's okay." Nightmare in the Consciousness Sea smiled, "But you're right, Sheldon alone can't beat Houston."

"So you need some help?" Marquez laughed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Indeed, but this matter has been very clear by now."
Chapter completed!