Could it be that the personality that controlled Wansheng's suicide was not Zhao Qianle's depressive personality?
Could it be...that it was Wan Sheng himself?
The fool took out his cell phone and planned to tell his companions about this discovery, but at the same time he discovered that his cell phone could not be turned on.
"It's impossible to return the knife to you," the fool pressed his phone while glancing at Zhao Qianle sitting on the ground, "Although I don't know why you are here, but you want to commit suicide in front of me.
Nothing will happen.”
"Give me the knife, so I can hide somewhere else and commit suicide." Zhao Qianle stretched out his hand.
Are you still bargaining?
"You still don't understand what I mean." The fool put away his phone that had turned into a brick and squatted down. "As long as I'm here, you can't even think about committing suicide."
Zhao Qianle retracted his hand absentmindedly and looked at the fool with a somewhat resentful look. After a long time, he slowly stood up and walked forward along the corridor.
"Where are you going? Are you going to commit suicide again?" The fool followed closely.
"I am guilty," Zhao Qianle's back shook a little, "I am a sinner."
"What crime are you guilty of? Helping your brother bury the body?"
"Now, you haven't understood yet," Zhao Qianle suddenly turned his head and stared directly at the fool, "I don't have a younger brother. I am Zhao Qianle, and I am part of Wansheng."
This also confirms the fool's suspicion.
He is one of the personalities of Wan Sheng.
"Then your sin..." the fool asked tentatively, "What kind of sin is it? Did you... kill someone?"
"I didn't kill him," Zhao Qianle showed a pale smile, "but... you can think that he was killed by me. What's the difference? The sin is on all of us, and we all have to die."
"But you didn't commit suicide at that time, right?" The fool followed Zhao Qianle step by step.
Zhao Qianle glanced at him and opened the stairwell door.
"I should have done that."
"So, Wan Sheng really used his own personality when he committed suicide?" The fool only focused on his own reasoning, completely ignoring the feelings of the misanthrope next to him. "Why did he commit suicide? Could it be that the person who killed the person was actually Wan Sheng's personality? But
...Hey, put the rope down for me, do you think I am blind? Do you think I don’t know what you are doing with the rope..."
The fool grabbed the hemp rope that Zhao Qianle took out from the drawer.
Zhao Qianle looked at his empty palms, lowered his arms, and walked out.
The fool was beside him and was providing psychological counseling.
It made him want to die even more.
"Huh? What kind of room is this? Ah, the infirmary, hey! Hand over the bottle of medicine, I..."
The medicine bottle that Zhao Qianle just found was also taken away.
Zhao Qianle sighed and walked out of the infirmary slowly.
"I told you, just give up," the fool patted him on the shoulder, "As long as I'm here, you can't die."
Zhao Qianle held onto the window sill and looked at the sunset outside the window.
Why don't you die with him?
Zhao Qianle turned around and looked at the muscles on the fool's arm.
Forget it.
***
The Taoist priest stood up.
He walked to the window and looked into the distance.
There is a thick black outside the window. This is real black, without any shape or outline.
The Taoist priest was in Wan Sheng's classroom. Wan Sheng's paintings were still placed on the desk in the corner, the cabinet was open, and everything remained the same as when they left.
I entered the green door, opened my eyes, and came to this space.
Here, there is only one room.
The Taoist priest tried to open the door to the room again, but there was nothing but darkness outside the door.
It felt like I was in a void space, and only the things in the room were real.
It's not like the Taoist priest has never tried to go out, but no matter which direction he goes, he will always come back here.
The mobile phone can no longer be used.
Try it again.
The Taoist priest stood at the door and decided to change his approach.
He closed the door, faced the room, and began to walk backwards.
From the outside, the room looks like an independent cabin. The room is lit with soft lights, like a small lighthouse.
The Taoist priest walked silently.
The hut is getting further and further away.
Can't see it anymore.
Then, his heel hit something.
The Taoist priest turned around.
really.
Still came back.
He was facing the snow-white wall of the cabin, the door was open, and light was spilling out.
Is my task just to wait?
The Taoist priest walked back to the room, sat down on Wan Sheng's seat again, and looked through Wan Sheng's paintings for the first time.
But that's okay.
Anyway, I have been waiting for a long time.
***
Xiaolan bit her lip and sweat broke out on her forehead.
She held her cards in both hands and prayed in her heart.
Open.
Witch.
It was so good that Xiaolan almost burst into tears, finally not having to be killed in the first round.
Of course, the killer will definitely still kill him, but as a witch who can save her life, this time at least she can survive until the vote.
"Witch, please open your eyes." The pen wrote on the whiteboard.
Xiaolan pointed at herself excitedly.
"It's No. 4 who died. Do you want to save No. 4?"
Xiaolan is number four.
She curled her lips and pointed her thumb upward, signaling to save people.
"You have a bottle of poison, do you want to use it?"
Hey, I haven't thought about this question yet.
Xiaolan raised her arms and began to think carefully.
Even if he survives tonight, he will probably be thrown out in the voting later. If he thinks about it, it seems more cost-effective to take one away now.
Xiaolan narrowed her eyes and stared at the five cards floating in mid-air.
Including myself, there are six people in total, including two killers, two civilians, a witch, and a prophet.
From these five people, we need to find two killers and take away one.
Xiaolan lifted her chin and began to analyze it blindly.
The number three on his left has his cards shaking up and down. This person should be shaking his legs.
Are you anxious?
Now is the time for the witch to administer the medicine. Who would be anxious?
In the past few games, No. 3 has been doing well.
In those games, he drew civilians, witches, civilians, civilians, prophets, civilians... He actually watched a group of transparent people play so many games?!
Of course, this is not the point.
Could it be said that he is the killer?
Xiaolan didn't know where her conclusion came from, so she stretched out her finger and made a "three" sign.
No matter how many there are, kill them first and then talk.
"Please open your eyes at dawn."
"One person died tonight, number three."
The cards were in a commotion.
"Start voting."
Xiaolan felt that she might be able to save the life, so she stretched out her hands and stood in front of her, "Kind civilians, please listen to me, give me a chance, and I will pay you back..."
"Four votes for number four, one abstention, number four is eliminated, and the game continues."
"You will lose."
Xiaolan cursed fiercely, crossed her arms, and continued to watch the transparent man performance.