[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

Jing Wuming was as silent as Cambridge tonight.

Even though he knew that the roles and scripts assigned to them by the game were rather absurd, he still couldn't understand why a murderer like himself would be a "doctor"? It would be fine if he was just a doctor, but he was actually a doctor who would force people to undergo sex reassignment surgery!

It is obvious that Wen Xue'an's temperament is more suitable for this role!

But now is not the time to dwell on these things. The most important thing right now is to find the murderer and restore his methods and motives. He has a vague feeling that as long as they can get through tonight safely, they will be able to pass the level.

Thinking of this, Jing Wuming couldn't help but glance at the big clock hanging on the wall. Of course, he didn't recognize the symbols on it, but after staying here for a long time, he could tell that it was used to calculate time.

Now, the short hand stopped at "X" and the slightly longer hand pointed to "V", which meant that it was only more than three hours until dawn.

These will be the most difficult and longest three hours they have ever experienced.

Outside the castle, there was a violent storm with lightning flashing across the night sky, and then a thunderbolt pierced the sky. After all, the house was powered by ghost power, and the lights and candles flickered, casting everyone's shadows on the wall, and the shadows swayed with the firelight.

Such a scene was scary in itself, not to mention the continuous deaths. Each person's death was so miserable and horrible, which deeply broke the NPCs' psychological defenses, and they all went crazy for a while.

Nana grabbed Jing Wuming and cried and laughed, saying that she wanted to have a sex change and then said that everyone wanted to kill her. She ran upstairs like a madman. As for the two men, Wang Jianqiang sat beside the corpse and chuckled, and no one knew what he was laughing at. The short man took out a knife from his trouser pocket, trembling, as if he would stab anyone who came close.

Wen Xue'an squatted beside Xiaolongnu, and with a little force with his fingertips, he pulled out the steel needle on her head. The steel needle was as long as half of his forearm and very thick, with a hollow space in the middle. He leaned in to sniff it and indeed could smell a faint scent of medicine.

"This is indeed an anesthetic needle." He laughed and looked at Jing Wuming: "The murderer is obvious."

Jing Wuming said coldly: "I didn't kill her."

Wen Xue'an shook his head and said, "Hu Fei didn't remember killing Lu Xiaofeng, but in the face of ironclad evidence, he had no choice but to admit it."

"It's obvious that you are a doctor with a strange personality. You saw that she was beautiful and wanted to flirt with her, but she refused to obey. You then drugged her and killed her. You then threw her out of the window in an attempt to destroy the body."

Jing Wuming was too lazy to even look at him, but Wen Xue'an stared at Jing Wuming, as if waiting for him to confess to the murder.

Hu Fei said: "It's not him. We were together when Miss Long was killed."

Wen Xu'an: "..."

Wen Xue'an sighed: "It seems that relying on luck alone will not work. We need to come up with real evidence."

He went upstairs and came down quickly, holding the camera in Lu Xiaofeng's bag. Hu Fei couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling when he saw the camera. He frowned and asked, "What are you doing with it?"

Wen Xuean said, "I suspect her murder is related to the background story." He shook the camera and motioned for them to come over and watch it together: "Watch it a few more times, maybe you can find some clues."

He skillfully turned on the monitor and started looking through the video.

Hu Fei looked at him in amazement: "How can you play with this thing?"

Wen Xuean didn't take it seriously: "There are so many strange things in the game. You will get used to it after seeing them a few times."

In Lu Xiaofeng's camera, there were actually quite a few other videos besides the one Wen Xue'an had just saved. However, most of them were footage of the scenery along the way while climbing the mountain. Considering that this might be related to the plot, Wen Xue'an simply looked through them one by one from the beginning.

The first few videos were all scenery and some scattered conversations, such as where to stay for the night and when to set up camp, whether the company would reimburse the round-trip tickets, etc. There was no point. Wen Xue'an pressed the fast-forward button and flipped to the last part. The sky in the picture had already darkened. It was six o'clock in the afternoon. There was a strong wind accompanied by thunder and lightning, as if even the wind had turned black.

The video first shows a towering mountain range, then it drops down at a very fast speed, shaking, mixed with the sound of a faint quarrel:

"…Pervert, bastard! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"

"Hehehe, I've killed at least eight hundred people, if not a thousand, but I've never seen a single ghost..."

"What are you doing! Let her go! Do you hear me... How dare you hit me... Come on... Ugh..."

"Ah! He fell down! What should I do?"

Then the picture began to reverse, and finally froze on the layers of dark clouds in the sky.

Wen Xuean's face suddenly darkened.

Even though people's voices will change after being recorded, it can be heard that the person who laughed strangely and said "countless murders" was himself, and the one who scolded him was Xiaolongnu, and Lu Xiaofeng and a strange voice mixed in the quarrel. From the words like "I fell down, what should I do", it can be basically determined that this is probably an unlucky NPC in the team.

The expressions of Hu Fei and Jing Wuming when they looked at Wen Xue'an suddenly became ambiguous.

The scene of the accident was so clear. The shameless Wen Xue'an wanted to do something improper to Xiaolongnu, but was caught and unfortunately rolled down the cliff during the fight. Seeing that he was dying, Lu Xiaofeng picked up his camera.

The reason why Xiaolongnu died was that she was silenced by this bastard.

Hu Fei grabbed the camera, pointed it at Wen Xuean, and said with a smile: "Tell me about your crime process."

Wen Xue'an frowned, clenched his fists, turned around and punched the short man holding a knife beside him.

How could an ordinary person withstand Wen Xue'an's punch? Even if he held back, the short man was still knocked flying by the punch. Wen Xue'an walked over, grabbed his collar and dragged him back. His tall and thin body cast a shadow on him. The short man's face was already covered in blood. He was extremely terrified and screamed heart-wrenchingly.

"Ghost! Ghost!" "Shut up!"

Wen Xue'an had been suppressed by Xiaolongnu for such a long time that the evil spirit in his body gradually dissipated. Although he still made people feel uncomfortable and scared, he was actually much more harmless. But now that Xiaolongnu is dead, this evil star in the martial arts world has turned back into the "Seventh Best in the World", and the murderous aura that had been suppressed for a long time also came with him. He was more sinister than a ghost, and even veterans like Jing Wuming and Hu Fei felt the oppressive pressure.

Although the background set in the game is absurd, some parts are still very realistic.

He had literally killed thousands of people.

"What's going on with this video?"

The short man was so horrified that he could not speak, so Number Seven Under Heaven turned around and stared at Wang Jianqiang, staring at him like a poisonous snake.

Wang Jianqiang was still laughing, his smile was getting more and more exaggerated and weird. He pointed at Wen Xue'an and laughed: "You're exposed, you're exposed, hahahahaha——" Wen Xue'an was about to punch him again, but was stopped by Hu Fei: "Why are you angry with him? Are you crazy?"

Wen Xue'an's eyes flashed with a faint light: "Why do you think he is like this? Because I have figured out everything!"

Hu Fei said: "You mean..."

Wen Xue'an said coldly, "You still don't understand? Well, let me start from the beginning."

"It all started with Yue Lingshan's death."

Jing Wuming didn't look at him until then: "Didn't I kill him?"

"The rope was so thick, and Yue Lingshan's neck was completely cut by it. How much strength did it take? Mr. Jing has one arm. Even if he wanted to kill someone, he would have used a sword or something else. How could he have strangled someone with a rope? Even if he used other methods, it would definitely leave marks on his hands."

Jing Wuming lowered his eyes and looked at his hand. There was indeed no trace of the rope on his right hand. His lifeless eyes suddenly showed a bit of confusion, and he murmured like a delirium: "Yes... I was..."

Hu Fei hurriedly pointed the camera at him, and sure enough, the next moment, a look of fear gradually emerged on the face of this man who seemed to have crawled out of a grave, and his deathly gray eyes became lively for the first time.

"I had already gone to bed, but suddenly I felt thirsty, so I went downstairs to drink some water. I slipped as I walked up the stairs, and then I saw a dark shadow flash by. There was thunder and lightning outside, and I was so scared that I fainted. When I woke up, there was a rope in my hand, and Xiaoyue...she had..."

The script ends here.

When Jing Wuming woke up, the expression on his face was as if someone had forced a mouthful of horse manure.

Number Seven Under Heaven pondered and said, "Yes, it is the stairs!"

The staircase is spiral, with marble steps and ebony handrails. It is very luxuriously designed. Each circle connects to a floor. The castle has five floors in total, and Jing Wuming lives on the fourth floor!

That night, almost everyone was on the second floor. Hu Fei did go up there, but he didn't pay attention to the stairs.

Several people took two steps at a time and rushed to the stairwell connecting the fifth floor to the fourth floor.

There were no obvious clues on the steps, only a small mark of water could be vaguely seen. It seemed that Jing Wuming slipped because he stepped into this puddle of water.

Number Seven Under Heaven stepped on the water mark and sat on the ground. He was facing a large window, and a flash of lightning just happened to flash outside the window!
Dark shadow? Dark shadow!
Number Seven Under Heaven's eyes lit up, and he slammed his hand heavily on the armrest: "As expected, I understand!"

"The shadow you saw at that time was none other than Yue Lingshan. She committed suicide!"

Hu Fei asked: "Why did she commit suicide? If she committed suicide, how could the rope appear in Jing Wuming's hand?"

Number Seven Under Heaven pointed at the camera in his hand and said, "Have you forgotten your identity?"

Hu Fei's ears turned red, and he stammered, "This... this seems..."

"A teenage girl suddenly found out that the uncle who adopted her was actually her mother, and that her father, whom she had missed for a long time, was killed in the bathtub by her mother, and died so tragically. It is understandable that she would have a mental breakdown and commit suicide."

“She died here.” Number Seven Under Heaven pointed to the top of his head. “She tied one end of the rope to the handrail and the other end around her neck. If she jumped down, the force of the fall would be enough to hang herself in an instant!”

"The shadow Mr. Jing saw was probably her hanging body. The handrail was smooth, and the rope would always slip no matter how tightly it was tied. So, Mr. Jing fainted from fright, and when he woke up, the rope happened to fall into his hand."

This brilliant deduction did not receive any applause, only Jing Wuming's cold snort and Hu Fei's sincere question: "The cause of her death has been found, but why did Miss Long die?"

Number Seven Under Heaven was proud and complacent: "Of course I killed him!"

"It's just that when I killed her, I was no longer a human being."

Hu Fei nodded and said: "I didn't expect that as a beast, you still have a clear understanding of yourself, which is very good."

(End of this chapter)