Super God: If I punch you, you will die

They were speechless on the spot.

"So, that letter was a trap. How did the murderer manage to put the letter here? There were only eight of us in this study at the time?"

"In short, let's not think about how this letter got here. The murderer has only one goal: to make us distrust each other in this impenetrable study, and to make us send ourselves out as a sacrificial lamb."

"If that's the case, the killer's target is the person who was kicked out."

"Mom, what should we do? The four of them are in danger."

"..."

It's no wonder that Princess Natsumi Ushiro fell into a bitter silence.

Even if this was all a trap set by the murderer, and the four people they had just kicked out of the study were in danger, none of that concerned the four of them remaining inside, and there was no way to prove their innocence. Since they were already prepared to leave the four of them to die, the safest course of action was not to leave, no matter what happened.

Suddenly, a noisy telephone rang.

That was an antique internal telephone placed on the desk of Ushiromiya Kinzo.

They had just started talking about it when the phone rang, and of course they assumed it was the person who had been kicked out calling.

"Why is the phone ringing? It's clearly broken and doesn't work."

"That's not important. What if Maria called for help?"

"If the phone call couldn't be connected before because the murderer tampered with it, then this phone call is most likely the same."

Upon hearing this, what initially sounded like a phone ringing out for help suddenly transformed into a terrifying call from a mysterious figure.

Princess Natsumi hesitated, unsure whether she should answer the phone.

"Auntie, let's answer it. Maybe the phone suddenly worked, or maybe it's Maria and the others calling for help."

"And if it's the killer calling, that's perfect for me. We'll just hear what the killer has to say. Besides, it's just a phone call, so whatever the killer does won't affect us."

"Since your aunt won't answer, I'll answer it instead."

"I'll answer it, hello?" Lin Yan reached for the receiver, but Ue Dai Gong Xia Fei answered the phone first.

They swallowed hard, trying to figure out who was making the call.

But Ueshiro Natsumi only called out "Hey" a few times.

The other party made a silent call? Maria and the others would never make such an uncomfortable call.

So, could this phone call really be...?

Princess Natsumi Ushiro fell silent, listening intently. She sensed a sound coming from the other side, from afar… what could it be?

"Is that singing?"

"Singing? Auntie, what's going on?"

"I don't know. I could barely hear someone singing on the other end of the phone, but I don't know what was going on."

"Let me hear it, hello..." Lin Yan half-grabbed, half-scrambled, the microphone from the dazed Ushiromiya Natsuhi's hand and pressed his ear against it. At first, he couldn't hear anything, but since Ushiromiya Natsuhi had said so, Lin Yan listened carefully. Saying it was whispering wasn't quite accurate; it was more like a girl was singing on the other end of the line.

The voice sounds like Maria's, but if it really is her singing, then this situation is even more difficult to understand.

At least it wasn't Maria who called, because Maria was singing some distance away from the phone. So the caller must have been Genjiro, Kumazawa, or Dr. Nanjo, but this person isn't saying anything. Why? Why isn't anyone speaking? Who is this person making this call?

"Hello? Who is it? Answer me. Is it Maria singing? Answer me."

"What happened? What's going on?"

"I don't know. All I know is that this is probably a trap, and Maria is in danger."

Princess Natsumi took the phone again, and knowing that shouting would be useless, she hung up first, then quickly dialed a number, but then spat out a sound.

If the call had gone through, one should have been able to call the police, but judging from Princess Natsuhime's reaction, the outside line still wouldn't connect.

"Let's go. Even if we know it might be a trap, we can't not go."

“That’s right, absolutely right. Zhu Zhixiang and Aunt Xia Fei will stay here.”

Just as she was about to run out, Princess Natsumi of the Right Palace immediately stopped her.

“Wait, I can’t just let you go; I’ll go too. Zhu Zhixiang will stay here.”

"Who's ostracizing me? You're kidding, I want to go too."

“That’s right, that’s better. If the purpose of this call is to distract us, leaving people here would be inappropriate.”

"There's no time for discussion, let's all go together." Princess Natsumi raised her rifle and walked at the front.

Lin Yan couldn't just go there unarmed, so he found a trident candlestick that seemed to be used for some strange ritual and used it as a weapon.

The spikes used to hold the candles were a bit short, but they were better than nothing, and they did resemble a trident.

Then they left the study. They left what should have been the safest place in the large house.

They had clearly hidden themselves in this safe, secluded room, yet they were still lured out. Perhaps this was a repeat of the past, a replay of the disappearance of Ushiromiya Kinzo from this study.

“Maria. Where are you? Answer me.”

Lin Yan listened carefully, but couldn't hear anything. The house was not small, and the typhoon that was about to move away seemed to be making its last struggle, making the sound of rain even more noisy.

“Remember Maria said she wanted to watch TV in the living room? Let’s go downstairs and take a look.”

"That's right, let's go take a look. Everyone, keep an eye on the surroundings."

"it is good."

Princess Natsuhime held a rifle, her index finger on the trigger. They moved back to back, centering on their aunt, keeping watch on their surroundings as if the magic circle of discord from before had truly taken effect, causing them to split apart and be dragged into danger.

In other words, at this very moment, they have already jumped into the script arranged by the murderer, and the place they are going to next is an alternate dimension where nothing is surprising.

Every time she passed a place that was covered or dark, Princess Natsuhime would nervously point her gun at it. Her appearance no longer resembled that of someone on guard, but rather revealed her fear. However, it is believed that the rifle in her hand must be a trump card that would make the murderer wary.

0106 The Mysterious Maria [Please Subscribe]

"I've been thinking that it's not impossible to insert an 'ice pick' into my chest, like Jia Yin did, but it's not so simple to do it like my parents did, piercing my skull through my forehead."

"You mean the murderer was very strong?"

"I think there must be some kind of launching device that can fire or drive those 'ice spikes' out like pile drivers. Because the handle of those ice spikes is too short, it's impossible for a person to drive them that deep with just their strength."

"Regardless, the force was strong enough to pierce a skull. I heard Jia Yin's wound also penetrated to her lung. Even if you see the murderer, you absolutely must not stand in front of me, and you must not come out from behind me."

I wonder how horrifying the weapon used to launch those disgusting ice spikes really looks.

Do I really have any way to deal with this weapon with the candlestick I'm holding?

In the first murder, the killer usually wiped out the four people—his father, his wife, and two others—who were discussing inheritance issues at the restaurant in one go.

It seems that Lin Yan wasn't the only one who thought of this.

Jōji and Jūji, and of course, Natsumi Ushiromiya, were all on edge, maintaining the highest and worst state of tension as they slowly moved forward step by step. Their sins were so grave, just because of that one letter, which had pushed Maria and the other three into such a terrible world. They arrived on the first floor, and the living room was not far from the corridor.

Lin Yan listened carefully and faintly heard a sound, the incredible singing of Maria.

It's not the kind of singing that comes naturally when you're in a good mood. The singing is completely devoid of emotion, almost like when you're being forced to sing in class.

The song she sang was a common folk song that everyone sang in school. Why would she sing such a song so desperately alone late at night?

As they left the study, they shouted loudly, "Maria, where are you?"

But now everyone is silent.

They lowered their breathing and footsteps, tense and nervously observing their surroundings as they moved forward step by step. The living room door was closed, but Maria's singing could be heard from inside. Natsumi Ushiromiya reached out to grasp the handle-like doorknob, but Osamu stopped her.

"I'll open the door. Aunt Xiafei of the Right Palace and Lin Yan, get your weapons ready."

"You have to be careful."

"They might attack the moment we open the door, so you need to be careful, Zhi-ge."

"I'm going to start."

He tried to push it, but immediately found that the door was locked and could not be pushed.

Princess Natsumi took out a keychain from her pocket and handed it to Jōji.

The bunch of keys numbered nearly ten, and it was impossible to tell which key opened which door, so they had to try several keys, making a clicking sound. They lowered their footsteps, intending to launch a surprise attack on the living room, but the noise they were making now seemed extremely dangerous. From inside the living room, Maria kept singing the same song over and over again.

They're like a broken tape recorder; they've been here since this morning.

The terrible things always happened outside the living room, so they mistakenly believed that only the living room was safe.

This unfounded illusion vanished easily.

"opened."

"Thank you. Please have Zhi and Zhu Zhixiang step back."

"Auntie, let's rush in and then immediately split to the left and right. If we just stand there in the doorway, those ice spikes might come flying right at our heads."

"I understand. Are you ready?"

"At times like this, I still think I won't go in." Lin Yan prepared himself mentally, thinking that if the other party wanted to attack with ice spikes, he would retaliate with this candlestick.

"Let's go."

Princess Natsuhime Ushiro burst into the living room, quickly parting to the left and right, searching for any potential adversaries lying in wait. But the scene that greeted them was utterly bizarre.

The entire living room was stained with blood.

They had spent almost the entire day hiding here, hoping to escape the clutches of some unknown assailant, but now the place was stained with blood, turning into a sea of ​​blood.

Three people lay on the ground: Genji, Kumazawa, and Dr. Nanjo. Each of them was covered in blood, but the only way the doctors could recognize them was by the clothes they were wearing.

The whole day's tragedy started with this thing.

Their faces, like their father's in the warehouse, were a mess, so messy that you couldn't even tell where their eyes and noses were. Like a tomato puff pastry soup that'd been chewed up and ruined.

The three of them had other wounds, the kind of wounds called "devil's ice spikes." They were embedded in Genji's abdomen, and in Dr. Nanjo's thigh—no, his knee? Right, it should be his knee. The inscription said that the abdomen should be cut open on the sixth night, and the knee on the seventh night. So when I saw that thing stuck in Kumazawa's calf as well, I couldn't help but smile masochistically, thinking, "Just as I expected."

On the sixth night, they cut open the abdomen of the sacrificial offering and killed it.

On the seventh night, he cut open the knees and killed the sacrificial offering.

On the eighth night, they cut open the feet of the sacrificial offering and killed it.

That concludes the eighth night's segment. Now, let's talk about the ninth night.

Maria is inside.

She stood alone, facing the wall at the other end of the living room.

She stood with her back to the horrific scene, in front of the wall, singing incessantly. The living room contained only these things: three brutally murdered corpses, a telephone with the receiver still attached, indicating the call had just been made from there, and Maria, her back to the scene, facing the wall and singing incessantly. Seeing this abnormal sight, they couldn't even scream; they could only open their eyes in bewilderment, their mouths agape.

“Maria.”

Zhu Zhixiang called her name, but Maria did not respond and continued to sing by herself. They came here to rescue Maria, who might be in danger, so now that they saw that Maria was alright, they should have been happy to run over and hug her, but no one did.

Everyone had a thought in their mind, but couldn't voice it. Because think about it, yes, it's outrageous, but anyway, no, it shouldn't be like this.

"Maria, stop singing. Can't you hear me?"

Both Lin Yan and Ushiromiya Natsumi unknowingly pointed their weapons at Maria's back. He called out to Maria several times in a gruff voice, but she didn't respond and continued singing.

Lin Yan grabbed the candlestick, assumed an attack stance, and ran over, roughly patting her shoulder. I forcefully pulled her shoulder, trying to make her turn around.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Maria's petite body was immediately pulled down by Lin Yan. Then, as if she was unhappy that I had interrupted her singing halfway through, she looked at him with her usual expression. Even in such a miserable situation, she looked at Lin Yan with the same expression as always.

"Maria. What happened? Who did this?"

"Beaterich".

"Give me something decent."

Lin Yan slammed the candlestick in his hand against the wall, creating a violent sound that surged towards Maria, but Maria didn't even flinch.

"Lin Yan, don't be like this. Maria, this time you should have seen who killed those three people. The murderer, is it Beatetrich, the one you said would give you the letter?"

"Beaterich".

"Now we can confirm it. The nineteenth person really exists, and Beatrice really exists. Maria, you should be able to answer this question, right? How did she kill those three people? How could she kill them in such a cruel way?"

"do not know."

"How could I not know? It happened right here in the living room. You're not saying you were so busy singing that you didn't even notice, are you?"

"Lin Yan, calm down. Maria, why don't you talk to your big brother?"