The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 116 Alice is completely bewildered

The process of dismantling the domain was much quieter than Li Ang had anticipated.

He blinked. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in the courtroom.

Dark wooden floors, a soaring dome, and the real afternoon sunlight streaming in from the high windows.

Shirley stood beside him, seemingly lost in thought. The afternoon sun shone on her long blue hair, casting a small, dappled shadow on the bridge of her nose.

She blinked, as if she hadn't quite realized what was happening.

"Huh?" She looked around, her memories returning. "This—this is the courtroom?"

"Yes," Li Ang said, "we're back."

Sherry rubbed her head and said with a smile, "What a wonderful experience." There was no surprise or lingering fear in her tone, only a faint sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection).

"Can I go home now? I'm a little hungry," she added, clutching her stomach.

Li Ang did not answer her, his gaze sweeping across every corner of the courtroom.

Boudica stood next to the third row of seats in the audience, one hand on the back of the chair. Her dark purple braid had come loose, and the leather cord at the end of her hair had fallen off somewhere. A few strands of hair were scattered over her shoulders.

She was moving her wrists, and at the same time, her fists were vaguely flashing, leaving afterimages, clearly indicating that her memory had been completely restored.

Caltacia sat not far away, covering her head, her expression grim.

Faibel sat in the corner, her dark gray eyes lowered, as if checking if her memory had returned to normal.

Lilith sat in the first row of the audience seats, looking somewhat dazed.

Her eyes were open, the afternoon sunlight reflected in her light blue pupils, as if she had just woken up from a long sleep and had not yet fully adjusted to the light of this world.

And then there was Isabella, who looked over and nodded at Li Ang, clearly indicating that she had recalled all her memories.

Besides them, there were also Aloy, Bridget, and even Alice, but the expressions on their faces were very calm, as if they had no idea what had happened.

Li Ang was also a little surprised when he saw Alice appear in front of him.

He remembered that the other person seemed to have died before entering the game, and then died again after entering the game, but is still alive and well now. He really didn't know what was going on.

Just then, a voice came from the judge's seat.

"It looks like," Eloi adjusted his glasses, "that we've all survived."

Her tone was calm, but the corners of her mouth were curved, clearly indicating that she was in a good mood.

"I never imagined I'd still be alive," Bridget said with an indescribable expression. "Leon suddenly appeared outside my cell, claiming he used his identity card to move at night, which gained my trust. But I never expected it to be Emily in disguise!"

By the end, Bridget's tone had become somewhat strained.

She naturally knew that someone who could appear before her at night was very likely a witch.

But the fact that the other party became Li Ang provided a perfect excuse.

After all, back when everyone revealed their identities during the day, Li Ang had said that his identity card could be used at night.

Bridget naturally didn't suspect much about the other party appearing in front of her cell in the early morning.

"I was wondering why Li Ang was coming to see me so late."

Bridget's voice echoed in the courtroom, carrying a lingering anger that made her furious just thinking about it.

"He said the witch's operation was about to begin and he needed my cooperation to confirm some details. He made it sound very convincing."

After Bridget finished speaking, she glanced in Leon's direction.

Li Ang leaned back in his chair in the gallery, arms crossed, a wry smile on his face. "So you opened the door for her?"

"Why would I doubt you?" Bridget said confidently, but a hint of guilt still showed in her eyes.

"You just said during the day that you could act at night, so it's normal for you to come to me to discuss things. Who would have thought it was a witch in disguise?"

Someone in the crowd chuckled—it was Sherry. She covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling slightly. "Bridget, you've been terribly fooled."

Bridget's face darkened visibly. "No one will think you're mute if you don't speak!"

"Roger that, sir." Shirley saluted, but the smile on her face was impossible to hide.

"Me...me too," Lilith said from the side.

"But she transformed into Helena. Although I had my suspicions at the time and didn't even let her in, she forced her way in." Lilith clenched her fist.

Now that she had regained all her memories, she only wanted to twist that damned witch's head off!

Not only did it transform into Emily's appearance and play friend games with me, but it also killed me once while I was suffering from amnesia and unable to use my powers.

If this gets out, I'll probably be ridiculed by my colleagues.

"What are you talking about?" Alice asked, frowning.

From the very beginning, she was somewhat confused about the situation.

Why did everyone have such complicated expressions, especially since many of them were subtly glancing at the man next to Charlotte?

She even wondered if she had amnesia? Otherwise, how could it feel like several days had passed in the short time she was in a daze?

"We were just talking about the Witch Game." Isabella sighed, marveling at the other person's good fortune.

I got killed right at the start, then spent the rest of the game lying in a daze, and then inexplicably won. I didn't have to go through any of the usual intrigue and power struggles in the game.

Moreover, she knew that Alice had a very special ability that allowed her to rewind her state slightly, even to the point where she stopped breathing.

It's not the kind of resurrection from the dead; that kind of ability is too overpowered. To this day, she has never heard of anyone possessing such a special ability.

Alice's ability is simply a small-scale rewind, which is limited by conditions and time.

However, it was precisely because of this that the opponent was able to survive the first wave of attacks from the witch president, and then face their second death in the game.

Um....

Why does this feel so hellish?

Alice frowned even more at Isabella's comment. "What game?"

"It's a long story," Isabella shook her head, "but you can think of it this way—we were all caught up in a death game, you were the first one killed, then the game started, then the game ended, and you came back to life."

Alice was completely confused.

She glanced at Isabella, then at the expressions of the people around her.

Bridget's anger hadn't faded, Lilith's clenched fists hadn't loosened, Caltacia leaned against the wall rubbing her temples, and Fibel stood in the corner, lost in thought.

No one seemed to be joking.