Absurd Deduction Game

Chapter 12 You didn’t put any salt, friend

 In the darkness, Yu Xing lost his sense of touch and felt that he was floating in someone else's dream.

 Two voices appeared one after another, as if they were having a conversation.

One of them had a hoarse and low voice: "Are you my psychiatrist?"

 Another person was gentle and unquestionable: "Yes, from today on, I will be responsible for your psychological intervention."

"Doctor, I'm normal. I'm afraid your work will be in vain."

 “I will make my own judgment.”

 …

After a brief silence, the gentle voice disappeared, leaving only the hoarse one who uttered a test:

"Doctor? Doctor? Wake up, doctor...hehe, can't you wake up? I told you a long time ago not to interfere with me."

The owner of the voice became happy: "If you fall into my hands, you will pay for delaying me for this period of time. Your body... I will accept it, hahahahahaha..."

The sound ended in crazy laughter. As soon as Yu Xing complained, "It's so ugly to laugh. It feels like a roc spreading its wings on the edge of breaking the sound," his perception was forcibly cut off.

 …

The metal surface that the back touched through the clothing was too hard and cold, causing Yu Xing to frown in discomfort as he gradually regained consciousness.

He opened his eyes slightly, and a bright light shone directly at him. The swelling and pain in his eyes made him subconsciously cover his face with the back of his hand.

The blazing white light was so dazzling that Yu Xing felt like he was going to go blind.

"Which little **** is shining a shadowless lamp on my face..." It was instantly determined that the bright light came from the shadowless lamp used for surgery. Yu Xing's complaints were inaudible. He felt his physical condition and found that everything was normal and he was not sore. It didn't hurt either, so I turned my head and sat up with the shadowless lamp above my head.

As he moved, his pants seemed to hit something, and with a bang, a scalpel fell to the ground.

“…” Yu Xing took away his hand, rubbed his confused head, and looked around quietly.

Well.

 He seemed to be sitting on the operating table...no, the dissecting table.

Some gauze and scissors that were not stained with blood were randomly thrown on the stage. If he hadn't paid attention, he might have been poked.

 The top and pants are common hospital gowns, a bit loose, and there are no signs of being untied. As for the body, it is still his own.

This dissecting table is located in a small room of about twenty square meters. The incandescent lamp above is turned on, making the whole room bright. He reaches out and turns off the shadowless lamp, which balances the light in the room.

There are some small instruments connected around the dissecting table, and on the right side is an iron plate with finer types of knives. This scene doesn't look good no matter how you look at it.

Especially on the wooden shelves against the wall, bottles and jars were soaked with various organs belonging to unknown people. The smell of formalin flowed uncontrollably into the tip of the nose, linking this room with "anatomy, "Death, murder" and other nouns are connected.

Yu Xing was irritated by the smell of formalin and sneezed. He touched his nose, carefully stepped off the table, and stepped on the clean floor with his bare feet.

"Combining the two voices and the system's role analysis just now, I should be the 'doctor'." Anyway, there was no one around, and Yu Xing didn't see anything similar to a camera. He moved his body freely. Go straight to the table in the corner of the room.

The table is filled with bottles and jars, some of which are chemical reagents, and some of which are empty bottles. The most peculiar thing is that there is a bottle of salt mixed among the bottles.

But this is not important. There is a small black box with red light in a very conspicuous position on the table, which displays [02:59:01]. This number is constantly decreasing, accompanied by the sound of "beep, beep". , giving people a sense of urgency.

Yu Xing did not touch the box, but noticed a crumpled piece of paper underneath the box, and he pulled it out.

　　　　Hi~ Annoying doctor. 】

　　【You already know where you are, right? Yes, it's my secret garden, the place you've always wanted to find out. 】

I said, doctor, your arrogance really disgusts me. Now that I have brought you here, how about giving you a chance? 】

[Escape from the door within three hours, and you can write a report on everything you discovered today and give it to your **** boss. If you fail to escape... I will tie you back to the dissecting table and continue what you didn't do just now. Something happened? 】

　　【Go away from fear and run for your life! Hahahahahaha...I'm looking at you. 】

"Oh, it is indeed such a drama. Three hours is the game process, and the system also prompts this." After reading it, Yu Xing balled up the note and threw it into the trash can, then walked to the door of the small room. side, twist the handle.

 The door is open.

Yu Xing took a look and saw that there seemed to be a large space outside with sufficient lighting. Within his field of vision, he could see that in the empty hall, iron beds for mortuary were placed in an orderly manner. There was no body, just a half-opened white cloth.

"No need to worry, no need to worry, let me think about it first..." Yu Xing muttered and closed the door again, walked back to the room and walked around, "The main plot hint on the surface is obvious, there is nothing to say, let's sort out the characters first. relation."

He stopped in front of the jars on the wall: "I am a doctor, so what is the identity of the other person? Now it seems, is he a prisoner? A perverted killer?"

 Obviously, his role as a doctor is a weak one. In this deduction, he basically has to be led by another person.

                                                      luckily not.

"First understand a person's ability and character, and then you have the capital to resist. After all, the friend who left the note is familiar with the doctor, not me." "From the perspective of the environment, this person is relatively clean. They will be cleaned, but the autopsy table is very messy, which means that when dealing with corpses, the other party's emotions must be different from normal ones. Nervousness, excitement and other emotions can lead to abnormal behavior. In a word, the other party has special feelings for corpses. "

“So at least the other party is not a professional who can normally come into contact with corpses.”

 Scanning the messy yet clean room, Yu Xing tapped the glass jar with his sharp-knuckled fingers, then picked up one with soaked fingers and opened it without hesitation and smelled it.

This smell was easy for Yu Xing to identify. He murmured: "Soaking the corpse in about 3% to 5% formalin solution can achieve long-term preservation. The operation is correct. It means that the person who left the note... is temporarily called the killer. Well, it shows that the killer either knows something about medicine, or is not averse to the Internet and knows how to use the Internet to assist crimes. "

Some people with psychological distortions can be seen at a glance. They have an aura that is incompatible with others and paranoidly shrink into the "correct world" in their own minds.

There is also a kind of psychologically distorted people who look just like ordinary people on the surface. They may be the neighbors, colleagues, or friends you see every day.

Yu Xing believes that this killer belongs to the second type. It is not just the information revealed by such details. The fact that the killer will test first in that conversation is enough to illustrate this point.

“This killer has normal interpersonal relationships. While committing crimes, he needs to be wary of his own evaluation in society.”

 He covered the jar and put it back, then picked out a big one and took it out.

 This is a large jar as high as a calf, with human arms soaked in it.

Yu Xing opened the lid, rolled up his sleeves to his arms, and immersed his fair hands directly in the formalin solution. He touched the arm joints in the jar.

"Huh?" He paused, "There is rigor mortis...the muscles are stiff and stiff, slightly contracted, and the joints cannot bend - did the owner of this arm die within one to two days?"

“Well, it’s new. It seems that this killer is not doing the job of digging graves and stealing corpses.”

After confirming this, Yu Xing restored the jar and wiped it on the white cloth hanging nearby.

Formalin is corrosive but volatile. If you touch it accidentally, it won't cause any problems. But if you reach in and soak it for a while like Yu Xing... it's better to clean it as much as possible.

Yu Xing rummaged through the small room again, but couldn't find anything special, so he picked a knife that he liked from the iron plate, took it in his hand, opened the door and entered the hall.

 The hall is more than 400 square meters, and there is an iron bed for morgues almost every three meters. The bed is clean, and it can be seen that it is cleaned every day.

"A killer should be a decent person in life." Yu Xing walked around casually and found that this hall connected three places.

　　一, gate.

There is a combination lock next to the door. He will definitely not be able to open it without any clues. The ultimate goal of his game is to open the door and escape.

  Two, locked room.

There is a locked door on the left side of the hall. I don’t know what it is used for.

 Three, kitchen and toilet.

 …these two places are of course not combined into one, they are just relatively close together, and neither is locked.

 In short, he looked around this space. Except for the locked room, he could be sure that no one except him was present, otherwise he would definitely see him.

“The last sentence on the note, the killer said he was looking at me?” Yu Xing secretly wondered, in this deduction game, is the killer human or does he exist in the form of a ghost?

This cannot be confirmed for the time being. He wandered around for a while and decided to search for clues in the kitchen and toilet first.

The kitchen is large and semi-open. There are two tomatoes on the chopping board, an egg beater and beaten egg yolks next to it.

"Are you going to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but he seems to have left the salt in the anatomy room. Will this be delicious?" Yu Xing clicked his tongue twice.

On the other side of the chopping board, a kettle of water is being boiled. The type of automatic kettle that has become popular in recent years is used. When the small light underneath goes out, it means the water is boiling.

Everything points to the fact that there was someone here not long ago.

Even, maybe one minute before Yu Xing entered the kitchen, there was a killer who was cooking.

Where did the killer go?

All kinds of questions came together, and Yu Xing only had one sentence left: "It's a pity that I can't enjoy the sound effect of boiling water in horror games."

He happened to be a little thirsty when he walked to the kitchen, so he rinsed his hand carefully with the kitchen faucet, and then opened the refrigerator expectantly.

There are some vegetables and meat in the refrigerator, but nothing to drink.

"No, they don't even put mineral water in it?" Yu Xing was about to close the refrigerator in disappointment, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a note sandwiched between the vegetables.

He stretched out his hand and pinched out the note. On the white paper, it was written in messy blood-colored fonts:

　　【Do you still have time to eat and drink? I only give you three hours! 】

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