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Rang Zhi: "Exactly. Later, everyone rushed to the boiler room, but they couldn't find such a mechanism at all."

Jia Yin: "Exactly. Young Master Lin Yan, please tell me what kind of trap killed me."

Lin Yan: "This, I don't know, but it must have been a very cleverly designed trap, or someone might be lying, right? And maybe it was all a one-woman show, Jia Yin? No, that's right, it was a one-woman show. Aunt Hui Yu and her husband also put on a show. They created the secret room themselves and then pretended to be dead."

Zhu Zhixiang: "Lin Yan, you're getting more and more outrageous. Are you even thinking straight?"

Lin Yan: "What I said wasn't so strange that you should look at me with such pity. I was just discussing the possibility of a locked-room mystery, okay? Besides, the deceased didn't actually die, isn't that a common technique in detective novels?"

Rangzhi: "A common technique".

Lin Yan: "In other words, when Jia Yin was killed, the location of each of us was indeed very clear. So, assuming that Xiong Ze Po was not lying, this only applies to the survivors. If the murderer pretended to be dead and infiltrated the victims, he could act in secret, then everything makes sense."

Zhu Zhixiang: "Sigh, so you mean the murderer is Aunt Huiyu and her husband? But their deaths were confirmed by Dr. Nanjo, weren't they?"

Jia Yin: "Yes. Dr. Nanjo examined the condition of all the deceased. If we take Young Master Lin Yan's statement as fact, then it means that Dr. Nanjo was also an accomplice?"

Lin Yan: "Yes, yes, that's it. Considering that Dr. Nanjo might also be an accomplice and fabricate a false death certificate, the situation becomes completely different. Isn't that a common technique in detective novels?"

Maria: "But Dr. Nanjo was also killed."

Lin Yan: "Well, right, Dr. Nanjo faked his death. After all, no one except Dr. Nanjo knew how to perform an autopsy, and the situation was already in chaos at the time. We didn't have time to check if he still had a pulse. From this perspective, every deceased person may actually be alive and able to move around."

Shana: "I don't think it's likely that we six will be the first to die, since the rolling shutter door is already closed and locked, so it can't be opened from the inside."

Zhu Zhixiang: "Exactly, my mother kept that key, so are you implying that my mother was also an accomplice?"

Lin Yan: "No, no, it probably wouldn't be the first six to die. But like what happened to Aunt Huiyu and the others, they only locked the room from the outside afterward, right? So they had a way to open it from the inside. Right, for example, they could have waited until we left, then run out the window and sneaked around to the boiler room first. Ugh, that seems too far-fetched. Or maybe Dr. Nanjo made a mistake during the autopsy? That's right, he himself said that the misdiagnosis rate during autopsies is very high. It must have been cleverly disguised, or maybe they prepared the body beforehand as a substitute. We can think of the method or trick later. In short, it's not that difficult to deny the existence of the nineteenth person. Especially a witch? Absolutely impossible."

Maria: "I really don't understand why Lin Yan insists that the murderer is among us. In other words, Lin Yan wants to suspect someone in the family. What's good about suspecting your own people? Why do that?"

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Lin Yan: "That's not it at all. What I'm trying to say is that we can't hastily conclude that a nineteenth person exists. And even if such a nineteenth person does exist, we should treat this person as a human being and construct our hypothesis accordingly. Only after negating all these possibilities should we resort to the witch explanation as a last resort. How could there be any witch in this world? Why do you all so easily believe that the murderer is a witch? Of course, you love this family and don't want to believe that there is a murderer among your own people. That's a commendable sentiment, but can we just ignore it like this? The murderer killed so many people, don't you want to find this hateful person? You should also want to find the enemy who killed your parents, right? Zhu Zhixiang also wants to avenge Jiayin, and Jiayin also wants to avenge Shayin, right? Shayin, you should also want to know who killed you. Why does everyone surrender unconditionally and assume that the murderer is a witch? What's wrong with you all?"

Lin Yan was impatient and ignorant, and he wanted others to be ignorant with him, but everyone just looked at him with pity.

As a result, the clever Maria smiled and pointed out to Lin Yan where he was wrong.

Maria: "Everyone's dumbfounded. Lin Yan, you've been repeating these nonsensical things all along, just fooling yourself, thinking you understand something. So what? And then what? How can humanity do it? Specifically, what methods are there? Every time this question comes up, Lin Yan just uses abstract language to obscure the focus, like 'I can't think of anything right now, but there must be some mechanism.' I want to ask Lin Yan, why won't you believe Beatrice? She's clearly 'there,' why don't you believe her?"

Lin Yan: "Because she cannot 'exist.' There is no such thing as a witch 'existing' in this world. It's impossible for her to exist." He spoke like a three-year-old child, simply because he didn't want to admit it.

A pitying gaze quietly enveloped Lin Yan, but it couldn't sway his stubborn heart.

Zhu Zhixiang: "What you're doing is just like a child throwing a tantrum."

Shayin: "Young Master Lin Yan, I understand how you feel, but..."

Jia Yin: "Miss Beate Lizzie is really 'present'."

Rang Zhi: "Lin Yan, why don't you believe me? The evidence is so complete!"

Lin Yan: "I can't accept this kind of statement, as if everything that can't be explained must be the work of a witch. If you don't know how a light bulb lights up, are you going to explain it as magic? That's not right, is it? There's nothing in this world that can't be explained without being called magic. Talking about witches and magic is just giving up on thinking. You're just giving in to things you don't understand. Isn't that right?"

Maria: "Heh, as expected, only Lin Yan refuses to believe it. As long as one person doesn't believe it, the 'miracle' won't happen. So, unless Lin Yan changes this ignorant idea, the miracle or magic won't be complete."

Lin Yan: "Hehe, I see. I've finally figured it out. You all wanted me to say that witches really exist, right? As long as everyone admits it, a lie becomes the 'truth,' isn't that how it is? What a coincidence, this is the only unfortunate thing. It's terrible. I refuse. It's because you forced me to say it that I saw through your lie. How awful."

Maria: "Why?"

Lin Yan: "Sorry, but at this last moment, I have to flip the chessboard again. If you want me to admit the existence of witches, there should be a simpler way, not this roundabout way of saying that humans can't do it, so it must be the witch's doing. Just have the witch perform magic for me, it's that simple. And Maria, what you've been saying is the biggest giveaway. You said that if even one person doesn't believe, the 'miracle' won't happen, right? Real miracles don't care whether anyone believes or not, they will still happen. Even if I'm the only one who doesn't believe, it's no exception. So any miracle or magic that can happen as long as I believe, and any witches, are all fake."

Maria: "..."

A burst of carefree, light laughter dispelled the chaotic atmosphere caused by Lin Yan's ignorant and outrageous remarks.

Whose laughter was that? Lin Yan was startled when he heard the unfamiliar laughter.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Zhi, Zhu Zhixiang, Shayin, and Jiayin had all fallen silent in awe.

Before he knew it, a strange woman was already standing there. No, Lin Yan knew who she was, and of course he had seen her before, albeit only through portraits.

Maria: "Beatrice".

Beaterich: "It's alright, it's been a long time since I've met such an interesting human."

Lin Yan: "Who are you?"

Beaterich: "You don't even know who invited you to this tea party? It's alright, it's alright."

Jia Yin: "This is Miss Beatetrich, the Golden Witch who has lived for a thousand years."

Sanon: "Hello, Miss Beaterich."

Rang Zhi: "Please forgive Lin Yan's nonsense."

Zhu Zhixiang: "This...this kid is too stubborn and doesn't understand his situation."

Beaterich: "It's alright, it's alright. Most witches who live for a thousand years will start to get tired of it. Sometimes it's nice to meet a man with backbone like you."

Maria: "The appearance of Beaterich is our greatest honor, Lin Yan."

Lin Yan: "This is outrageous! You all want me to mistake you for a witch, and for the nineteenth person to be the murderer. I'm getting more and more into it. That's why I said you guys are terrible. So you're just a phantom of the witch Beatrice that Maria and the others claim you are? And you can only exist if everyone believes in your existence. In the end, aren't you just this kind of illusory existence? So you want me to believe it too. Just because I don't believe it, you can't exist, isn't that how it is?"

Beaterich: "For a mere mortal unfamiliar with magic, your comprehension is quite good. I see. It seems you have a natural resistance to magic. You are our witches' natural enemy. No matter what, you would never believe in our existence, so the effects of magic cannot affect you. No wonder you have this attitude."

Lin Yan: "I don't understand a word of your nonsense, haha. It's really frightening that you had to show yourself, but I don't believe you exist at all. Several strange things have indeed happened these past two days. Maria was right just now; I think there are ways to explain all of this, but I can't pinpoint the specific methods used in each incident. Even so, I don't intend to give in. They're different; they definitely won't just say it was done by a witch because they can't explain it."

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Beaterich: "I'm getting more and more fond of you. It's only fun to force a man like you to submit. It's a man like you that makes me want you to praise my name. It's a man like you that makes me want you to kiss my feet."

Lin Yan: "Go ahead and talk nonsense all you want. I will deny everything you say. I will explain everything that happened here using human methods and trickery. I will not leave any room for witches or magic to exist."

Beaterich: "Alright. This is the only way to relieve my thousand years of boredom. Now let me ask you, you just said that you wanted to kill Eiwa and her husband, and that you could do it by using the crack in the door, right? Then tell me, how do you kill them using humans and trickery?"

Lin Yan: "Hey, you've hit me right off the bat, right at the point where I have the hardest time to refute you. So this trick is your most confident creation? Miss Culprit."

Beaterich waved her golden pipe, and seven-colored smoke trailed out in soft motion. The smoke quickly enveloped the surroundings, and before they knew it, they were in the corridor of the mansion.

Before me stood the guest room door with a door chain hanging on it, only slightly ajar; this was the entrance to the guest room where Eiyu and her husband were murdered.

Lin Yan: "This is so convenient!"

Beaterich: "Alright, Lin Yan, let's see what you can do through this crack in the door."

Lin Yan: "There are probably weapons that can launch those 'ice spikes,' as long as you use such a weapon."

Beaterich: "You can't even see Eiha on the bed through this crack in the door, how are you going to aim at her? And Hideyoshi is in the bathroom with the door closed, how are you going to aim at him?"

Lin Yan: "Damn it, there is a crack in the door, there should be some way to deal with it."

Beaterich: "If you can't think of one, I'll demonstrate."

Lin Yan: "Oh? Then let's see how the witch does it."

Maria: "Lin Yan, you're being disrespectful to Beaterich."

Beaterich: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. He's very interesting, which makes me even more eager to make him submit."

Lin Yan: "You really want me to kiss your feet that badly? Fine. As long as I surrender. But just you wait and see, I'll expose your trick and make you kiss my butt."

Beaterich: "You're really interesting. I'll remember this agreement: a weak witch would kiss a demon's ass to gain power, because there's no oath more humiliating than this. The fact that you've made me say such things only makes me more inclined to make you submit."

Beaterich didn't seem to mind Lin Yan's vulgar and rude words, and waved her golden pipe again.

This golden pipe is her precious magic wand.

Beaterich: "Come, children, come out. I am the guide of purgatory, carrying the seven sharp cones of forgiveness for the greatest sins."

Seven sharp cones gathered together under the guidance of this chant-like magical incantation.

These spikes are decorated with the seven demons symbolizing the seven deadly sins.

Beatrice: "Beelzebub and Asmodeus, go and forgive their sins, and liberate the souls of sinners."

Lin Yan: "Oh."

At Beatrice's command, Beelzebub's Spike and Asmodeus' Spike responded.

The two demonic spikes bounced through the crack in the door, like balls struck by a billiard cue.

"Beelzebub and Asmodeus, go and forgive their sins and liberate the souls of sinners."

Then you could hear the sound of the two sharp cones bouncing off the walls of the room countless times, sounding just like a woodpecker pecking at wood.

Finally, there is a crisp sound, for example, like the crisp sound of splitting firewood in half with an axe.

That was the sound of two sharp cones being deeply inserted into Eba and Hideyoshi's brows.

Beaterich: "Beat the bullseye. Want to see it more clearly?"

The sound of two people's foreheads being shattered could be clearly heard coming from inside the room.

Lin Yan was blocked by the door and could not see what was happening inside, but the two who had died twice had fallen in exactly the same position, and even the patterns drawn by the bloodstains on their faces were exactly the same.

Lin Yan: "You bastard, you bastard, where is this? Where is there such an outrageous way to die?"

Beaterich exclaimed, "Yes, there is! There is a way to kill so many people! It's outrageous!"

Before we knew it, the location had changed from the corridor back to the place where the tea party had been held.

Everyone except Lin Yan sat solemnly in their seats, but Jia Yin began to groan, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. This was extremely unruly at a tea party.

Satan's spike was deeply embedded in Jia Yin's chest.

Jia Yin: "Ugh, hmph."

Lin Yan: "Jia, Jiayin, Jiayin. You deserve to die."

Only Lin Yan looked indignant.

That is to say, Zhi, Zhu Zhixiang, and Shanyin all lowered their heads and remained silent, just like students being scolded by a teacher.

Beaterich: "Jane got angry over a trivial matter and tried to disrupt the young lady's tea party. Being easily controlled by anger is your great sin. You must atone for your sins, repent, and start anew."

Jia Yin: "Miss Artemis."

Shana: "Miss Beaterich, please be lenient. I think Kanon has already deeply reflected on her actions."

Beaterich: "Fine. I'm always very forgiving of those who respect me."

Lin Yan: "What a joke. Don't think you can make me acknowledge your existence by putting on this kind of monkey show. What witch who has lived for a thousand years? The traps you're playing with aren't a thousand years old at all. They're just a bunch of things built up using the tricks that are common in detective novels that have been around for a hundred years. This isn't magic. Absolutely not. All of this can be explained by 'humans and traps'."

Beaterich: "You use a hundred years of human history to talk about my thousand years. Very good, very good, that's why I like you."

Zhenya: "Lin Yan, how foolish."

Rang Zhi said, "Lin Yan, stop talking. You can't disobey Miss Beaterich."

Shana: "Mm."

Shana pressed her cheeks and began to moan.

Maybe it's a toothache from a cavity.

But she didn't look like she had a toothache at all.

Because of the faint red lines, which kept spreading on the cheek that Shayin was pressing down on.

The red lines seemed to cause Shana unbearable pain; she began to scratch her cheeks, large beads of sweat forming all over her body.

Rangji: "Sane, Sane. Cheer up, cheer up."

Lin Yan: "What's wrong with her? Damn it, what is this red thing?"

The red lines spread rapidly, about to cover half of Sha Yin's face. At this moment, the slow-witted and confused Lin Yan finally noticed.

Rang Zhi pleaded, "Lin Yan, I'm begging you. Believe in Beatrice. I'm begging you. It's all because you didn't believe me that the magic... the magic is about to be broken."

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For the first time in his life, Lin Yan heard what was called a sound like a pomegranate bursting open.

Even Lin Yan's face was splattered with blood, and poor Sha Yin's face split open, repeating her miserable fate in the warehouse once again.

Rangji: "Sane, Sane."

Lin Yan: "Damn it. Stop! Stop right now! Don't desecrate the dead! Don't desecrate the dead!"

Rang Zhi: "Waaah..."