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Chapter 158 The question of how to live now

The originally magnificent and luxurious villa became dilapidated in an instant, the walls leaked traces of decay, and the blackness spread from the second floor all the way down.

The doors and windows of the villa slammed, as if there was a violent wind blowing outside, and it seemed like countless hands were clapping crazily.

"The situation is urgent now. Let's not worry about who is the murderer anymore. We must end it quickly...find out the truth of the matter!" the pianist said quickly.

He took out the handbook and turned to the last page, which recorded the various ways of death in the villa, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Seeing this, the male servant took a deep breath, took out the revolver, and said, "Okay, I confess, I have a gun!"

What the female writer guessed before actually happened to hit his mind.

But at this time, the female writer did not jump out to respond. She stared at 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 fleshy tumor monster without skin was dirty and filthy. Several pale and gray legs grew out of its weird body, 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 loud gunshot suddenly broke the dead silence, and after seeing the monster along the line of sight of the female writer, the male servant decisively broke the gun and fired.

The bullet pierced through the monster's body, spilling a jet-black liquid, and the impact of four consecutive shots knocked the thing that was about to climb back down the corridor, and the monster let out a sharp and ear-piercing hiss.

At this moment, the female writer suddenly came back to her senses, clutching her chest and taking a deep breath, but what lingered at the tip of her nose was an unbearable rancid smell.

"stairs!"

Someone yelled, and the chef standing next to him rushed out quickly, dragging a two-seater sofa upright with great strength and blocking the stairs.

Although the effect of this blocking is minimal, as long as they can buy a little time for them, it will be a huge gain!

The pianist glanced at everyone, and said again: "Hurry up."

The lawyer looked at the servant, and then said: "The possibility of the servant holding a gun is not high. You should have found this gun elsewhere. If you did attack me with a vase, 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's enough to temporarily incapacitate someone and drag them off to the bathroom.

It's just that this speculation is almost a key clue.

After listening to their fast explanation, the male servant looked at the female writer and said, "Probably, because I'm a fanatic fan of the writer."

What he said surprised everyone.

Normal people generally don't keep diaries, but the male servant is not normal.

He has a diary that is exactly the same as the female writer's, even the style of the notebook is the same, but he does not have the profound literary attainments of the writer, so all the pictures of the female writer are secretly taken in it.

When the male servant lifted the mattress and took out the revolver, he suddenly noticed that the position of the head of the bed was abnormally high. After opening the whole thing, he found the handbook hidden underneath.

He hadn't thought about it that much before when there was a writer's novel in his room. After all, as a servant of this villa, there seemed to be nothing wrong with reading the book written by the master's family, but after the handbook of a stalker came out, he didn't think much of it. The problem is big.

The female writer nodded thoughtfully. If this is the case, the motive for the murder speculated by the pianist before is indeed possible.

The pianist quickly recorded it in the notebook.

At this time, the chef who was pushing hard against the sofa shouted in a panic: "No, this can't be stopped at all!"

Under his feet, a pitch-black liquid had already flowed down the steps, sticking sticky to the soles of his shoes, and there was a faint, disgusting sound of "吱嘎吱吱" when he stepped on it.

The chef let go of the sofa abruptly and took a few steps back, the cushion fell on the steps, and was soon infested with thick black.

Even the ceiling on the first floor was already beginning to seep, and the black liquid dripped down.

On the second floor, which was plunged into the abyss, there were strange raving sounds, and the dense noise was extremely dense. Distorted monsters could be faintly seen baring their teeth and claws in the darkness. The red high-heeled monster that was repelled just now appeared in the corridor again.

That feeling of fear lingers in everyone's mind, which is panic and despair that cannot be suppressed by thinking!

The pianist shouted anxiously: "There are five of us here, don't waste time and tell us the cause of death!"

At this time, they can no longer care about earning deduction points. Now it is a question of how to survive. As long as they complete more than half of the mission, they can start the game countdown!
Thinking of this, a stern light flashed in the pianist's eyes, but he quickly covered it up by lowering his head.

The male servant said nervously: "But, I don't have any clues of death at all!"

The chef continued: "I don't have anything about myself either!"

The pianist frowned and remained silent, but suddenly looked at the blood spattered on the sofa, and the guesses in his mind gradually connected together.

However, there was no time for them to finish their deduction. The sofa blocking the stairs shook a few times, and then a pair of slender palms with red nail polish clung 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 the palm of his hand and rushed over!

The chef closest to him suddenly turned over and fell back. The roaring fangs and giant mouth rushed over his head, and smashed through the rear door with a "bang".

The cold wind poured in from the hole, and everyone in the living room shuddered. In the corridor on the second floor, black tentacles clung to the hole in the door that was just broken, and twisted monsters came out. Broken limbs face 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 hideous, and the sharp claws of both hands pierced through the door panel of the guest room, tearing the whole door down.

She looked into the room gloomily: "Sister, where did you go?"

There was no one in the room, only the hoarse hoarse sounds of the monsters seeping through the walls.

The dancer, who couldn't find anyone, kicked the wall angrily, and just broke a pale arm that was trying to stick out, and fell to the ground with black liquid flowing.

She turned and continued to the next room.

In a dark corner, Xu Shuo glanced at her impotent and furious back, then turned his gaze to the first floor.

The girl had a neat bun and wore a long-sleeved short dress with a white top and a black bottom. She was not tall, but her legs were very long, and the small black leather shoes on her feet were shiny.

Qiuzi's skills were tailor-made for this occasion, and they were extremely concealable.

It was after using the character card together that the dancer became even crazier, and it was because of her sudden runaway that made the villa look like this in an instant.

Xu Shuo lay quietly on the railing on the second floor, staring at the players below with a pair of dark and deep pupils.

(End of this chapter)