The next moment, the detective who was squatting in front of Qin Xiaohe to take pictures suddenly stood up and pulled her away almost instantly. At the same time, he took something out of his pocket and pointed it at the person opposite.
"Butler?" Tan Xiaohe looked at the visitor in surprise, then saw the gun the detective took out, and raised his eyebrows: "Can people in your world still carry guns with them?"
[Because you revealed non-game content in front of the theater characters, 100 deduction points will be deducted. The current deduction value is 250. If the deduction value at the end of the game is lower than 100, the punishment mechanism will be activated. 】
The next moment she finished sighing, the voice of the system sounded in her mind.
Qin Xiaohe: "..."
What else doesn’t she know about this game?
The good thing is that now the detective's attention is on the gun-wielding butler opposite, and he hasn't thought deeply about what she said. The butler's attention is also on the detective, and neither of them pays attention to her.
A sneer appeared at the corner of the detective's mouth: "Butler, isn't this wrong?"
The butler, who used to be a gentleman and polite, now exudes a gloomy aura. He said expressionlessly: "Mr. Gu, I told you to abide by your duties and not do unnecessary things."
"Your husband is already dead, and you still have to hide all this filth. What a good dog you are." The detective mocked in a sinister way.
"Mr. Gu, you are only here to investigate the cause of my husband's death. This has nothing to do with you." The butler was unmoved and pulled the trigger with his thumb slightly.
Although the two of them were in a confrontation, Qin Xiaohe's mind was inexplicably reminded of a certain Ke Xue plot, in which the detective would never kill anyone.
In fact, the expression of the detective standing in front of her was getting worse and worse.
At this moment, a dark figure suddenly flashed out of the wine cellar, followed closely by something slamming down——
"Bang!"
The wine jar exploded directly on the old butler's head, and the mellow smell of wine instantly overflowed. The wine mixed with the other person's blood on the ground, but it also dispersed a lot of the bloody smell lingering in the secret room.
The detective was stunned for a moment, and after watching the butler collapse in front of him, he quickly stepped forward to check his breathing and pulse.
"It's okay." The detective breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you okay then?" Xu Shuo tilted his head and looked at them, then took a look at the cell.
Although he knew that there was a secret room hidden down here, he had not yet come down to see it himself, because not only was the secret room the only one with cameras in the entire villa, there was also a pinhole camera installed in the wine cellar.
How could those people not pay attention at the entrance?
"The fight hasn't started yet - are you the chef? Why are you here?" After the detective finished the previous sentence, his thoughts quickly turned to the identity of the young man, and he looked at him meaningfully.
"When I was going to the toilet, I saw the housekeeper walking this way. He didn't look very good, so I followed him and took a look."
"The servants in this manor are all afraid of the housekeeper and don't dare to approach him, but you are not afraid at all."
"It's not bad, I haven't been here long, and the housekeeper is usually pretty good." Xu Shuo answered in a good-natured manner.
Tan Xiaohe on the side listened to his good words for the housekeeper, and then looked at the old housekeeper who was smashed to the ground by him, and now his head was bleeding and his life and death were unknown.
The detective also twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, and helped the old housekeeper up, preparing to carry him out for treatment, lest the man bleed too much and die later.
Otherwise, the chef in front of him would be guilty now even if he was not guilty originally.
"Oh, by the way, don't touch the things in this secret room, especially the computer." The detective asked worriedly as he carried people out.
"What's so interesting about the things here? There's blood everywhere. It feels dirty when you touch it." Xu Shuo followed him out and patted the water stains on his hands. He just smashed the wine jar and the wine spilled on him.
On the body.
The detective didn't say anything after seeing this. Tan Xiaohe didn't want to stay in that suffocating place any longer, so he left and walked beside the young man.
"Hey, did you already know there was something down there?" Tan Xiaohe asked in a low voice.
"I don't know." Xu Shuo said lazily.
"Do you believe me?"
"You don't believe it, what can I do?"
The young man looked at her innocently, and Qin Xiaohe clicked his tongue without asking any more questions. Although he felt a little unhappy that he was being used as a gun, after thinking about it, it seemed that he had nothing to lose, and he even watched half of the scene.
More importantly, the game ends in two hours, so the rest of the time is for fun.
Qin Xiaohe finished comforting himself.
…
After the three of them returned to the villa, the three people in the hall were sitting on the sofa watching something, while the maid next to them had a lost expression on their face. The detective called her several times but she still didn't respond.
"Little beauty, don't be in a daze. Go and get the medical kit. The person who pays your salary is almost out of breath." The detective walked over and threw the housekeeper on the sofa. He stepped forward and raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes.
When she heard about the salary, the maid came back to her senses.
But then she saw the housekeeper lying next to her, and she took two steps back in fright. The expression on her face was even more frightened than before. If it used to be the fear of a lower-ranking person against a higher-ranking person, now it is a real fear.
Scared.
After all, the housekeeper also appeared in those videos.
This means they are all in this together!
"What's wrong?" The detective keenly noticed that something was wrong with her attitude.
"I...I, I, I'm going to get the medical kit..." The maid glanced at the blood on the butler's head, said tremblingly, and left quickly.
The detective looked at her back, then focused on the people on the sofa, and asked Zhan Qian, whom he was more familiar with: "Miss Zhan, what are you looking at?"
Zhan Qian tried hard to maintain an elegant and calm expression and said: "A video."
Tan Xiaohe, who was following, saw Yang Ming and guessed with high probability that the otaku had already decrypted the encrypted file.
This may make sense, because when she entered the utility room just now, she really didn't have time to touch anything, let alone take it away. It was probably Yang Ming who completed the task at that time.
So now, is this guy showing everyone the results of their mission?!
Qin Xiaohe also came over. The detective had just picked up the tablet and wanted to see what the image Zhan Qian was talking about. But in fact, maybe they had expected it.
The video was played in the store, and a familiar secret room appeared in front of me.
The detective watched expressionlessly as Mr. Guo tied an unconscious girl to the electric chair and then used it to carry out his crime.
There are many videos in the file. Unlike Zhan Qian and others who only watched a few and then stopped, the detective even opened the videos and watched them all, gradually matching the victim with the characters in his mind.
Although the disappearance of the mountain could not be investigated in detail, thanks to the efforts of several detectives, the power of the Guo Group was declining day by day. Until now, Gu Miao could freely enter the manor to investigate.
Even just now, evidence of Mr. Guo's crime has been found, and the existence of the video makes it impossible to quibble with this matter.
But it seems that everything has no meaning.
Because they are too late.
"So..." After watching the video, the detective shook the tablet in his hand, looked at a few people, and said with a meaningful smile: "How did you get these things?"
Zhan Qian and Miss Gardener looked at Yang Ming together.
Tan Xiaohe next to him didn't seem to know what his boyfriend had done, and he looked surprised.
Yang Ming: "..."
He looked up at the high dome, then looked down at the floor, then picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip, and finally opened the system's task panel and looked at the two-hour countdown.
Yang Ming felt that he should be able to remain silent for the remaining hour and a half.
After all, there is no explanation for this.
In any case, it is a foregone conclusion that he invaded Mr. Guo's computer, and it is impossible to forcefully argue that the information entered his tablet by himself.
And if you admit this, there will definitely be more problems.
But - he is not from this world anyway, he is just playing a game. Now that the game is about to end, these people have no way to do anything with him. They probably don't even have time to take him back to the police station for investigation.
Thinking of this, Yang Ming felt relieved and began to look at the patterns on the tea cup intently.
The scene fell silent, and several people were speechless at the way he looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. At this time, the photographer suddenly walked in with a calm face.
"Gu Miao!" The photographer was about to ask the detective to verify something. When he saw such a rare gathering of players in the hall, he was slightly stunned.
"Ah, you came just in time, let me show you." The detective turned around and saw him, and handed over the tablet.
The photographer subconsciously caught the tablet, and the detective pressed the play button for him.
[Congratulations on completing task one: finding the criminal evidence of Mr. Guo, the owner of the manor.]
The next moment, the system prompt sounded in the photographer's mind.
He was silent. When he was questioning the gardener in the backyard just now, he actually already knew the whole story. He was looking for the detective just to ask for information, but he didn't expect to get evidence after changing hands.
The photographer glanced at the beginning of the video and stopped watching. He handed the tablet back, looked around the hall, and suddenly asked: "Where is the chef?"
All five players are here, only one chef is missing.
The detective put away the tablet as a matter of course and had no intention of returning it to the otaku. He said, "He must have gone to change clothes. He was already splashed with wine just now."
Since it was the detective who said it, the photographer didn't doubt it too much and just asked, "Where were you just now?"
"Went to see the crime scene."
"That secret room?" the photographer asked.
"Well, the sins that have persisted from three years ago to now." The detective nodded and said with a serious face: "Back then, Mrs. Guo sent me a message for help, probably because she discovered her husband's behavior. However, there is one thing.
You may have guessed wrong, Mrs. Guo and her husband really love each other."
The detective said the last sentence to Zhan Qian.
Because when she was in the courtyard before, Zhan Qian once left a comment, "Mr. Guo doesn't love his wife that much."
Hearing this, Zhan Qian rolled her eyes gracefully and said nothing. She still had reservations about her views. If Mr. Guo really loved his wife, he should have stopped at that time.
The detective continued: "She loved her husband, so she couldn't betray her husband, but she couldn't accept or stop Mr. Guo's criminal behavior, so she finally chose to commit suicide."
"Master Guo understands this. He fell into the same predicament as his mother, so he began to stay at home. The old housekeeper has been working at the manor for decades, and his feelings for Mr. Guo are like doting on his son. He
Knew all this, but indulged."
"It's a pity that they just fell in love with a devil and fell with the devil."
The last words were not spoken by the detective, but by the chef who came over after changing his clothes.
Xu Shuo glanced at the housekeeper, whose wounds were being treated by a nervous and trembling maid, and sat on the other side of the sofa, right next to Zhan Qian. She was so shocked that she carefully moved her thigh.
"You're right." The detective looked at him meaningfully: "Covering up a crime is also a crime, let alone someone like this, a devil."
Because of their silence and indulgence, nine girls suffered such brutal torture in three years and died in pain and despair.
If not for this time...
Thinking of this, the detective frowned, looked at the people present and said, "Although I don't know what your purpose is here, I hope you can cooperate in taking notes when the police arrive."
Hearing this, Zhan Qian smiled mysteriously: "Of course, but I don't know when the police will arrive? Can they arrive within two hours?"
The detective opened his mouth, but before he could answer, he heard another girl say with a touch of ridicule: "Don't worry, we will be there within half an hour. I just saw their car at the foot of the mountain. Do you want to return it in half an hour?"
Not necessarily."
It was the painter lady who spoke, calmly breaking Zhan Qian's mysterious superiority.
Zhan Qian had nothing to say and smoothed her hair. Her face was still elegant and calm, but she didn't know what she was complaining about in her stomach.
The detective was a little surprised: "It seems that they are quite fast."
He also saw the extent of the landslide when he came. He thought that the cleanup would have to wait until at least noon, but he didn't expect that it would be over now.
In this case, the other case will probably come to light soon.
Although Mr. Guo is guilty and his crime is unpardonable, he should be punished by the law rather than being murdered.
Even if the murderer has done harm to the people in some respects, the fact that he committed a crime still cannot be changed.
The detective who thought of this suddenly glanced at the chef who was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and then said: "Chef Zhang, can I go to your room and take a look?"
Xu Shuo waved his hand towards him and said nothing.
The detective turned and walked towards his room, followed by the photographer without any sense of disobedience.
The photographer who entered the room closed the door and said impatiently: "Gu Miao, do you think he really killed Mr. Guo to avenge Mrs. Guo?"
The detective covered his chin and said, "Don't get too excited. There is no evidence yet to prove that he is the murderer."
"My intuition." The photographer pursed his lips and looked unclear.
The countdown on the system panel may be the end of the game for others, but for him, who still has a task to complete, it is a countdown of punishment.
Who knows what the punishment for failing this game will be!
The detective was lying down and looking under the bed. Hearing this, he said quietly: "Really? I heard earlier that you like to rely on intuition to solve cases, but that kind of ethereal thing..."
The detective who said this suddenly paused. He rubbed the floor under the bed with his fingers. There was no trace of dust.
But there is no dust anywhere under the bed, and there are no traces of dragging. The room is spotless. It seems that the owner is a person who likes cleaning very much, so even the bottom of the bed is cleaned every day.
