In addition, all windows are extremely firm and cannot be opened.

To sum up... Well, although it's a bit old-fashioned, no one can come in this big mansion, let alone no one can go out.

Here... is closed...

At this moment, six people still surviving are surrounding the dining table. The table on the wall shows the time at 4 pm.

As for the atmosphere on the dining table... it can be summarized well in one word.

That is———Silent.

Everyone had no communication. They all had a contemplative attitude in their understanding. Some were pinching their chins and some crossed their fingers. Among them, Mrs. Marple's contemplative posture was slightly different. She was slowly knitting her sweater.

In this way, time passed minute by minute.

Finally, the young lady in the house broke the silence first.

"Obviously, we're trapped here, right? But who trapped us here and what is their purpose? If those people want to play a game with us or give us some tasks, they should have taken action long ago, but we've been sitting here for hours and nothing happened... This is not normal."

"Ha, if it's abnormal, I think we're not normal in itself." Sherlock's body didn't move, and he only muttered quickly: "I've observed each of us... Although I don't really want to admit it, we don't seem to be "idas". Well, we are all very smart, and based on the labels behind us and the years we mentioned before, we do come from the era in our memory."

"He was right, I swear that this kind of thing would never appear in my time," said Mrs. Marple, picking up a cell phone on the table.

Well, that's right, this is their cell phone. In the bedroom, they thought their cell phones were taken away, but in fact, they weren't, because these phones have been placed on the dining table. Of course, now they are all out of power.

"Then we all come from different books?...Haha, okay, I accepted this setting. After all, only in this way can I convince myself to accept the scenes outside the window..."

Moriarty curled his lips and said with ADHD, and the meaning of "those scenes outside the window" in his mouth... It's really hard to understand, because every room in this village has a different scene outside the window!

It seems that every bedroom in this room is in a different space. For example, the scene they are in is a Christmas winter in the countryside. Through the bedroom window next door, you can see a metropolis in midsummer, and it is still at a height of dozens of floors, with traffic outside and crowds of people.

"Yes, it seems that we can only force ourselves to accept this strange phenomenon." Kudo Shinichi said again: "Of course, I seem to care more about something more intuitive, that is... Since the place is completely closed and all places have been found, no other people are found, that is, there are only six of us in this big mansion... So, how should we explain those two corpses? Even if Inspector Polo's death can be explained as 'poisoning the stomach in advance', how can I explain it? He can say that he was strangled to death in front of us, but we did not find any clues about the murderer."

"There is no explanation, that's suicide..." Ziliang shrugged and took over the conversation.

"Impossible, my intuition tells me that this is definitely murder, just under our noses, in full view of everyone." Kudo Shinichi said this one, and felt a sense of a very distracting aura emerged from him, as if he had to say this every now and then.

"Okay, okay, my little detective brother." Ziliang said weakly: "Why should we care more about ourselves than those two dead people?"

"I? What do you mean?" asked the resentful house.

"What does it mean? Don't pretend to be confused..." Ziliang shouted, "Aren't you hungry?"

After saying this, everyone present finally realized the most basic problem... Yes, they have not eaten for hours.

Oh, and said eating...I know, there is a table of food in front of them that looks terrifyingly appetizing, so why don't these people eat it?

Nonsense, if you are in a weird house, your memory is cleared, and there are two dead bodies lying beside you, one of them died of cyanide poisoning... In this case, the only one who dares to eat the things in the house is probably the only fool.

so......

"Then I'm not polite."

Ziliang looked around and saw that no one was taking action, so he said this to himself, and then... grabbed the chicken leg in front of him... and "bang" it and sniffed.

This mouthful made the people around him dumbfounded.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"Damn it, spit it out quickly!"

Ziliang didn't care about this. He closed his eyes, chewed a few bites with pleasure, and then swallowed it.

"Okay, okay, don't be so fussy." He waved his hand and signaled everyone to calm down: "If some people want to kill us, there is no need to poison the food. Just eat cyanide capsules like [Inspector Polo], and it will be fine... He even doesn't have to spend much effort to move us to this place, and simply kill us when we are in a coma. That's so convenient."

Sherlock frowned: "It is valid in theory, but it does not match the facts, because [Polo] and [Kinda Ichi] did die before us."

"That might be because they have to die in front of us." Ziliang said with another bite of chicken leg meat: "Maybe someone wants us to see their death and rack their brains for it."

"You mean..."

"Yes, this is a game, performance, or competition," Ziliang continued: "The purpose of our here is to let everyone kill each other, or find out some secret, and the murderer. Look, there are eight people here, delicious enough food, eight luxurious living rooms, which are prepared for us. Such a big deal cannot just make us shout with big mouths: Wow, it's amazing! Then Gaba dies in an instant... that's too much of a price."

"Well... it seems to be clear." Kudo Shinichi also pinched his chin and nodded: "A [Blizzard Villa]-style detective game... Among us, there are wolves and sheep. This is a competition. Win here to eat meat happily, lose... die!"

"Yes!" Ziliang smiled and said, "That's it, and our [Detective Polo] and [Kinda Ichiko] are obviously the dead party."

As he said that, he swallowed the chicken legs in his mouth into his stomach, and was satisfied with the mouth.

Then... as he said just now, Gaba suddenly... died.
Chapter completed!