The originally magnificent luxury villa became dilapidated in an instant, with traces of decay seeping from the walls and blackness spreading from the second floor down.
The doors and windows of the villa clanged, as if there was a strong wind blowing outside, and as if countless hands were flapping wildly.
"The situation is urgent now. We no longer care about who is the murderer. We must end it as soon as possible...find out the truth of the matter!" the pianist said quickly.
He took out his diary and turned to the last page, which recorded various ways of death in the villa. The meaning is self-evident.
Seeing this, the valet took a deep breath, took out the revolver, and said, "Okay, I confess, I have a gun!"
What the female writer had guessed before actually hit his mark.
But at this time, the female writer did not jump out to respond. She stared at the location of the corridor on the second floor, watching the thing crawl out with twisted limbs.
Black viscous liquid dripped down from the cracks in the railings. The skinless sarcoma monster was dirty and dirty. Its weird body had several pale gray legs, and its feet were wearing even weirder red high-heeled shoes.
This is a monster with no extra body parts, just legs!
"boom!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A huge gunshot suddenly broke the dead silence. After following the female writer's line of sight and seeing the monster, the male servant shot decisively.
The bullet penetrated the monster's body, spilling a dark liquid. The impact of four consecutive shots knocked the thing that was about to climb down back to the corridor, and the monster screamed a sharp and piercing hiss.
The female writer also suddenly came to her senses at this moment, clutching her chest and taking a deep breath, but what lingered on her nose was an unbearable rancid smell.
"stairs!"
Someone shouted, and the chef standing nearby rushed out quickly, dragging a two-seater sofa up with great strength and blocking it at the entrance of the stairs.
Although the effect of this blocking is minimal, as long as it can buy them a little time, it will be a huge gain!
The pianist looked at everyone and said again: "Hurry up."
The lawyer looked at the male servant and then said: "The possibility of the servant holding a gun is not high. You should have found your gun elsewhere. If you did attack me with a vase at that time, then..."
It is possible to go to the master bedroom and find the gun.
Just smashing a vase over the head might not kill someone, but it would be enough to make someone temporarily incapacitated and then dragged to the bathroom to be disposed of.
But this speculation still lacks key clues.
After listening to their fast explanations, the male servant looked at the female writer and said, "Probably, because I am a fan of the writer."
His words made everyone look over in surprise.
Normal people generally don't keep diaries, but maids are not normal people.
He has a diary that is exactly the same as that of the female writer, even the style of the notebook is the same, but he does not have as profound literary attainments as the writer, so all the photos in it are candid photos of the female writer.
When the maid opened the mattress and took out the revolver, he suddenly noticed that the headboard of the bed was abnormally high. After opening it, he discovered the handbook hidden underneath.
He hadn't thought about it that much when there was a novel by a writer in his room before. After all, as a servant of this villa, there seemed to be nothing wrong with reading books written by the owner. But after the stalker's notebook came out,
The problem is huge.
The female writer nodded thoughtfully. If this is the case, the motive for the murder that the pianist speculated before may indeed come true.
The pianist quickly wrote it down in his notebook.
At this time, the chef, who was leaning hard against the sofa, panicked and shouted: "No, this can't be stopped at all!"
Under his feet, there was already a dark liquid flowing down the stairs, sticky and sticky on the soles of his shoes. When he stepped on it, there was a faint and disgusting sound of "gurgling, gurgling, gurgling".
The chef suddenly let go of the sofa and took a few steps back. The cushion fell on the steps and was soon infected with thick black.
Even the ceiling on the first floor has begun to seep through, with black liquid dripping down.
On the second floor that had sunk into the abyss, weird murmurs could be heard. It was extremely dense and noisy, and twisted monsters could be seen vaguely baring their teeth and claws in the darkness. The red high-heeled monster that had been repelled just now appeared in the corridor again.
That feeling of fear lingers in everyone's mind. This is panic and despair that cannot be suppressed by thinking!
The pianist shouted anxiously: "There are five of us here, don't waste time, tell us the cause of death quickly!"
At this time, they no longer care about earning deduction points. Now it’s a question of how to survive. As long as they complete more than half of the task, the game countdown will start!
Thinking of this, a sharp look flashed in the pianist's eyes, but it was quickly covered up by him lowering his head.
The maid said nervously: "But, I don't have any clues about death at all!"
The chef then said: "I don't have anything to say about myself!"
The pianist frowned and remained silent, but his eyes suddenly looked at the splattered blood on the sofa, and the guesses in his mind gradually connected.
However, there was no time for them to finish their deductions. The sofa blocking the stairs shook a few times, and then a pair of slender hands with red nail polish climbed out from behind.
The sharp claws easily pierced the leather sofa, and another hand was raised high from under the sofa, with the palm facing the stunned people in the living room.
The next moment, a bloody mouth suddenly opened on his palm and he rushed over!
The nearest chef suddenly turned over and leaned back, and the roaring fangs rushed over his head, smashing through the rear door with a "bang".
The cold wind poured in through the hole, and everyone in the living room shuddered. In the corridor on the second floor, the door that had just been broken open had black tentacles clinging to it, and twisted monsters poked out.
The broken limbs faced them!
Surrounded!
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Dark second floor.
The eye-catching fiery red dress was swaying in the corridor. The dancer's face was twisted and ferocious. The sharp claws of her hands penetrated the door panel of the guest room and directly tore off the entire door.
She looked into the room sadly: "Sister, where have you gone?"
There was no one in the room, only the monsters seeped out from the walls, making hoarse sounds.
The dancer who couldn't find anyone kicked the wall angrily, breaking a pale arm that was trying to reach out, and it fell to the ground with black liquid flowing.
She turned around and continued walking to the next guest room.
In a dark corner, Xu Shuo glanced at her helpless and furious back, and then set his sights on the first floor.
The girl has a neat bun and wears a long-sleeved dress with white top and black bottom. She is not tall, but her legs are very long in proportion. The black leather shoes on her feet are shiny.
Qiuzi's skills are simply tailor-made for this kind of occasion, and they are extremely concealable.
After using the character card together, the dancer became even crazier. The reason why the villa instantly turned into this ghostly appearance was because of her sudden rampage.
Xu Shuo lay quietly on the railing on the second floor, staring at the players below with a pair of dark eyes.
