The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 105 I'll be your assistant after she dies

Seeing Charlotte's conflicted expression, Li Ang had an idea.

Could it be that the other party remembered something?

"Tell me, what kind of person was I before?" she asked, looking up.

Li Ang thought for a moment and then recounted how he met her, as well as the story of those cult members, including how he and she were drawn into this game.

"You said you and I used to be colleagues? And I'm also a detective? No! Everyone here is a detective?"

"Yes. I said it from the beginning, but none of you believed me."

Actually, some people do believe it, like Aloy, who immediately realized that her memory had been affected in some way.

"I can't remember." Charlotte shook her head repeatedly, unable to recall what Leon had said, but she vaguely sensed that he was right.

This sense of unease made her head start to throb slightly.

Until a voice suddenly rang in her mind:

Why not just die once?

"Is that you speaking?" She looked up at Li Ang.

"What?" Li Ang asked, puzzled.

"No. It's nothing."

Charlotte put aside the jumbled thoughts in her mind for the time being, and then stood up again.

"Are you alright?" Li Ang's voice came from the side.

Charlotte looked up at the other person's concerned expression and shook her head. "It's nothing. I was just thinking about tonight's plans."

Li Ang didn't press further, turned around and walked towards the door. "Let's go back to the restaurant and see if they provide lunch here."

Charlotte followed behind him, and the two of them walked out of the cell one after the other.

She walked a little slower than usual, and Li Ang didn't urge her. He just shortened his steps so that the two of them remained within a step of each other.

Perhaps most people guessed that lunch wasn't served here, so the restaurant was quite empty at the moment, with only Shirley sitting there.

When Li Ang and Charlotte pushed open the door, Shirley was lying on the table, her blue ahoge (cowlick) looking listless, drooping limply against her forehead.

Hearing the door open, she abruptly looked up, her golden eyes lighting up the instant she saw the two of them. She sprang up from her chair like a spring and hopped over in a few quick steps.

"You've finally arrived!" She had barely finished speaking when she noticed Charlotte's unusual expression and asked with concern, "Miss Charlotte, you look terrible, are you alright?"

Before Li Ang could speak, Charlotte shook her head. "It's nothing. I was just thinking about something."

After she finished speaking, she walked past Shirley, found a seat at the round table, and turned her face away, adopting a posture that indicated she was refusing to talk to someone.

Although Shirley may not have understood Charlotte's meaning, she didn't pay much attention to it. She simply moved closer to Li Ang, lowered her voice, and switched her tone from concern to complaint.

"Do you know what? They only provide two meals a day here! It's absolutely inhumane! You get one in the morning, and the next meal is in the evening. Is that even fair?"

Finally, she puffed out her cheeks, put on a huffy expression, and said, "My stomach is growling, I'm starving!"

Although her tone was exaggerated and complaining, her golden eyes were bright, indicating that she was not really starving to death; she was just complaining.

"Do you think they did it on purpose? To keep us hungry and mentally dulled, making it easier for the witch to strike?"

Faced with Shirley's series of remarks, Li Ang smiled but remained silent.

As far as he knew, both the association's prisons and the Ministry of Public Security's prisons only provided two meals a day. This place was clearly based on the settings of those two prisons.

Of course, it's not for torturing people. After all, those royal detectives don't have that particular fetish, nor do they need to torture people for interrogation. If you find a detective with special deductive abilities, most criminals will confess everything.

The reason for this is simply to keep the people locked inside in a state where they "won't starve but aren't too full either."

Shirley didn't mind that he didn't respond and changed the subject.

"Speaking of which," she moved closer to Li Ang again, so close that Li Ang could smell the floral fragrance emanating from her.

Shirley lowered her voice carefully, "Have you noticed that everyone's been acting strange?"

She held up a finger and tapped it a few times in the air. "At the beginning, everyone sat together and discussed things, but now everyone is talking to themselves. Even if there is discussion, it's only among a few people."

"Look, Lilith and Emily are always together, and Eloi is with them too. I just saw Boudica and Caltacia huddled together as well."

Li Ang looked at her. "What about you? Have you looked for anyone else?"

Shirley shrugged, a clear look of confusion on her face. "Oh dear, I don't know why, but nobody wants to discuss this game with me."

She scratched her head, making her blue ahoge stick up even more. "It's really puzzling."

"That's because they have no taste," Li Ang said, pretending to speak.

Shirley paused for a moment, then grinned and said, "Really? I see. I knew those detective novels weren't a waste of time!" She leaned closer, almost touching Li Ang, and added, "But I know why you said that; you were just trying to comfort me, right?"

This girl isn't stupid!

Li Ang did not deny it.

He could guess why everyone wasn't looking for Shirley; they simply felt it wasn't necessary.

She's a free citizen; you can't kill her by voting, and the witch won't target her in the first few rounds.

Someone who is neither afraid of being voted out nor afraid of being suspected has no place at this round table. The others need to stick together for mutual support, exchange information, and find someone who might be the witch to vote for.

Shirley was too safe, so safe that no one needed her, and no one wanted to be implicated by her. Coupled with her carefree personality, she seemed even more unreliable.

"By the way," Shirley suddenly changed the subject, "Miss Charlotte is your assistant now?"

Li Ang nodded. "Yes."

"Then—" Sherry's eyes lit up, and her blue ahoge (antenna-like hair sticking up) twitched, "Can I join?"

"Excuse me," Charlotte's voice cut in from the side, her tone icy and forceful, "the assistant positions are already full."

Shirley turned to look at her, her golden eyes filled with confusion. "Is there a limit to the number of assistants a detective can have?"

"Yes," Charlotte's answer was unequivocal. "There can only be one."

Shirley didn't ask any further questions after hearing this. Instead, she lowered her head, pretending to think seriously, and then looked up tentatively, asking, "Then..." She held up one finger, "If Miss Charlotte is killed, could you choose me as your assistant?"