My Healing Games

Chapter 723 Equality of Persons and Death Voting

The hotel doors were already closed, and it seemed that everyone who was supposed to come had already arrived.

Everyone sat around the dining table, looking at the corpse with its brain removed under the black cloth.

“The murderer is among us. I hope he will not make a futile struggle, nor will he harbor any illusions. It would be better for everyone if he stepped forward and confessed. If we catch him, it will not be a simple punishment.”

The police officer stood with his arms outstretched, leaning against the dining table. He was the only one standing in the room, looking down at the other tourists as if to assert his authority.

"Why are you so sure the killer is among us?" the middle-aged screenwriter kept questioning the police officer. "Is it possible that the killer left the hotel directly after committing the murder?"

"No, that won't happen." The innkeeper, who was in poor health, shook his head. "Ever since the black mist enveloped the inn, it has become a place where you can only enter but not leave. Everyone who enters the inn and leaves is killed by something in the black mist. I don't know what it is, so let's just call it the unknown for now."

“Let’s think about it from a different angle. Why did the murderer kill him? What was the relationship between the murderer and the victim? What was the motive for the murder? Why did the murderer steal the victim’s brain?” The middle-aged screenwriter stood up from his seat. When no one dared to challenge the police officer’s authority, he stood up and brought a different voice to the hotel.

"Perhaps we can examine the deceased's clothes and the room he used to live in; we might find something," said Han Fei, who was pretending to laugh wildly. He and the middle-aged screenwriter seemed to know each other beforehand and were working together.

“No problem, that’s what I thought too.” The officer called everyone over and, in front of them, examined the deceased’s clothes one by one.

"The victim's fatal injury was to the head. He may have been struck with a blunt object first, and then the killer removed the back of his skull and emptied his brain. This method of death is indeed very unusual, and the killer may be a pervert who likes to collect human organs."

“It can’t be an organ collector.” The middle-aged screenwriter interrupted the police officer: “If it were a pervert who likes to collect human brains, he definitely wouldn’t attack the head, because that would damage his collection.”

"You sound like a very professional person?" The officer's words contained no displeasure, but his smile made people feel very uncomfortable.

"The victim was wearing a theme park employee uniform, so the killer may have been seeking revenge on the theme park, which is why he brutally murdered him." The screenwriter is challenging the authority of the police officers by walking to the dining table to "assist" them in searching for the body.

This small gesture made the atmosphere in the room even more tense, but the screenwriter didn't seem to care. It seemed that he did it on purpose to prevent the police from taking control of the situation.

After searching for a while, the police officers and the screenwriter pulled a park employee ID card out of the deceased's pocket. The person on the ID card had no face, the body was blurry, and the overall outline did not look like the deceased, but more like someone else.

"These are not the deceased's identification documents."

"Why would his ID be in his pocket? Did the murderer put it there?"

While trying not to disturb the scene, the police officers and screenwriter found half a theme park ticket, a suicide note, a bloodstained lollipop, and a broken knife on the body.

"A suicide note? Did he sense he was going to die?" The officer opened the suicide note and read it aloud: "If I have died before night falls, please do not continue the investigation. Just consider it a suicide. Do not suspect each other. Only in this way can more people survive. You have all gotten what you wanted. Do not touch what you should not touch, or you will be next."

"His brain was removed, and they're claiming it was suicide? It's highly likely the killer left it behind."

"Not necessarily." The screenwriter seemed thoughtful and didn't touch the corpse again.

The police officer didn't think anything of it. He unbuttoned the deceased's coat and was surprised to find a playing card hidden in the deceased's sleeve, which happened to be the Joker card.

“Playing cards? Magician?” He glanced at the magician, then continued searching.

The deceased did not struggle before his death, his hands were intact, there were no human remains under his fingernails, and there were no other abrasions or small wounds on his body. It seemed that the crime was committed by someone he knew, and he was attacked without any warning.

"What is this?" Kuangxiao pointed to the deceased's neck. The person was wearing a strange pendant with two blood-red flowers intertwined and rooted to a tombstone.

"It's just a pendant," the officer replied casually, then removed the deceased's outer garment, wanting to examine the victim's back.

As the body was turned over, a sound came from the deceased's skull. Everyone looked toward the back of the deceased's head, which had been hollowed out, and a wad of blood-stained paper rolled out, landing right next to the black box beside the body.

"Don't move!" The officer said sternly, not allowing anyone else to interfere. He carefully unfolded the crumpled paper, the words on which were cut from newspapers and documents and pieced together by someone.

“I built a hotel in my mind, with ten guests: a thief, a robber, an ambitious person, a child, a relative, and the person I want to be.”

“They were all different people, and I was observing them. Until one day, despair overwhelmed all my memories, and I fell into deep water, feeling suffocated every moment.”

“I was forced to reach out to them, but no one was willing to help me; they only saw themselves.”

"I died in my own mind, my soul scattered, even my memories were shattered into pieces."

"A persistent black fog rises over the sea of ​​despair, and the viscous seawater is about to flood the hotel. A new me will be born among the ten guests."

"However, I am only one person, but I have ten guests."

"All souls are equal. You may choose who becomes me."

"The guest whose name is put into the black box and receives the fewest votes will become part of the black fog."

After reading the words on the blood-stained paper, Han Fei had a bad feeling.

The killer's idea was that only one person out of ten could survive, but instead of having everyone choose the person with the most votes, he eliminated those who didn't get any votes in round after round!

People will watch as those around them die, until the very end.

"I think I understand what the deceased's suicide note was trying to express: as long as the ten of us choose each other, we can all survive." The woman was gentle and kind.

“That’s true, but don’t forget, the killer is among us! He definitely wouldn’t do that. If the ten of us choose each other, the person paired with the killer will definitely die!” the officer said with certainty.

"So the key issue now is still finding the murderer." The screenwriter frowned, feeling that this game was not so simple.

(End of this chapter)