Chapter 100 Blizzard Villa (3) (1st update + 2nd update + 14.8w nutrient solution 3rd update) [VIP]

There are several lines on the barrage:

【Someone is dead! 】

[The rules have already begun. 】

[Who died? Who died? ]

[It seems to be the architect that Ling Dai went to see yesterday. ]

[Is this space looking for the murderer? Then can we open it now? ]

[Let's wait for everyone to arrive. I wonder if the room manager has started work at this time. ]

…

"Who?!" The tall man suddenly felt someone was watching him, and turned around nervously, looking straight in the direction of Bai Jinshu.

Out of the corner of the corridor, he seemed to see a silhouette of a person with long hair.

Having just seen a dead person with my own eyes, it is inevitable that I am a little nervous.

As soon as he said this, he felt that his voice was trembling slightly.

"Who is it?" The bearded man on the left also followed his action and turned his body around.

However, compared to the tall man's faintly trembling voice, his voice was much calmer, as if the unpeaceful expression of the deceased in the house in front of him did not cause much mental impact on him.

The cross-dressing man in a green cape and a halter skirt of the same color half leaned on the tall man's arms and looked along with his movements.

The silhouette at the corner of the corridor seemed to let out a displeased sound and walked over.

"It's you..." The bearded man had already identified the person's identity when he started walking.

This appears to be the same male guest who appeared at the lunch and dinner tables yesterday.

Bai Jinshu walked over from the corner of the corridor, rubbing his temples with one hand, and raised his other hand impatiently to take a look: "It's half past six in the morning, why are you shouting so loudly?"

Of course he knew how big of a shock it would be for an ordinary person to suddenly face a corpse.

But for Scarao, who was still in a bad mood after waking up, there was no logic to it.

"Didn't you see it?" the tall man said in a somewhat incredulous voice, "Someone's dead!"

While he embraced the terrified "girl" in his arms, he couldn't help but glance at the figure lying on the ground in the next room, and emphasized: "The architect is dead!"

"I'm not deaf," Bai Jinshu put down his watch irritably, "You guys just shouted so loudly that everyone could have heard it."

"Then you..." Why are you still asking?

The tall man wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the voice of the "girl" in the suspender skirt in his arms: "He...he couldn't have been killed by someone?"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed to suddenly break the image that the tall man had just created for himself. The expression on his face suddenly changed from disbelief to a vague fear.

"We need an autopsy," the unshaven man squatted in front of the door while they were talking. He observed the architect lying on the ground with his eyes, then used his coat to pad his palm and touched the man's throat a few times, being careful not to leave fingerprints anywhere. "It seems that there are no obvious external injuries on Jian Zhu's body, and there is no blood on the ground. It may be poisoning or other causes of death."

After saying this, he raised his head and looked at the three people at the door: "The murderer may be in this castle. We need to wake everyone up and call the police."

"Should we go call..." The "girl" in the tall man's arms timidly said, "I don't dare to leave."

"I need to accompany him," the tall man said immediately, "I don't feel comfortable leaving him alone."

These two people were quick to shirk their responsibilities.

The bearded man turned his gaze towards Bai Jinshu.

"I don't know the way." Bai Jinshu lied with his eyes open.

The unshaven man took a deep breath and said, "Jian Zhu's body has already shown signs of rigor mortis, which means he may have been dead for several hours. The iron bridge under the cliff outside the castle opens at 8:30 every morning. If we don't gather everyone now to find the murderer, there is a high possibility that the murderer will leave immediately."

"Isn't that better..." the tall man muttered in a low voice, "We're here to kill him anyway."

If the murderer left, they would be safe.

"It's possible that the murderer won't leave, but hides in the crowd," the unshaven man said with a stronger tone. "If we don't wake everyone up now, by eight or nine o'clock, he will have covered up all traces of the crime and will be among the guests. You can stay out of it, but you don't know who will die by then."

The tall man was humiliated in front of his lover, and pulled Bai Jin beside him to say, "Why should we listen to you, right?"

They just got up in the morning to watch the sunrise, and when they passed by the corridor, they saw the other party banging on the door, and then suddenly saw the door being knocked open and the architect's body lying at the door. Before that, they were just strangers who had eaten in a banquet hall.

The first thing this person did was to order them to call for help, and he bluntly rejected his respect, making him feel ashamed.

"Because he's a detective." The long-haired young man leaned against the wall next to him, looked up and glanced at him, but did not continue his words. Instead, his tone was full of strong irritation, and there was a kind of sarcasm in his voice, as if "You can't even tell whether you are mentally retarded or not."

This guy has a detective vibe that can be smelled from three blocks away.

What Scario hates most is detectives.

【Aoshen looks unhappy.】

[That's nonsense. It's hard for Aoshen to be in a good mood if he doesn't get enough sleep for three hours. ]

【Ao Shen despises everyone equally. 】

The tall man choked at his tone, but the detective who was still squatting beside the dead man agreed: "Yes, I am."

"You can look up my name directly on the Internet, Zheng Tan," he said to the two people standing next to him with a hint of arrogance in his tone, "The time we waste here alone is enough for the murderer to cover up 20% of the crime traces. The sooner we find the murderer, the sooner we can send him to the local police station. I don't want to waste my vacation time here."

The tall man wanted to say something when he heard the person in his arms whisper, "Hey, he has the same last name as me. Wang En, it seems he really is."

Wang En lowered his head and sure enough, on the screen of the phone the other party handed over, there was a Baidu entry for Zheng Tan.

He seemed a little embarrassed, but it would be embarrassing to give in like this. Fortunately, the "girl" in his arms gave him a way out in time: "Since Mr. Zheng is a detective, he should be able to find the murderer quickly!"

"She" praised Zheng Tan for a few words, and then whispered to Wang En: "Wang En, I like this castle. I don't want our vacation to be delayed because of a murder case. Let's go look for it."

Wang En coughed pretentiously when he heard this: "Well, let's go, Zheng Ju, do you remember the way?"

"It seems that the couple from yesterday lived above us," Zheng Ju tucked the hair around her ears, "So Mr. Zheng, shall we leave first?"

Wang En put his arm around his back and walked upstairs.

Bai Jinshu leaned against the edge of the bay window and waved his phone at Zheng Tan on the ground: "We have a group, and I have tagged all the members."

Of course he was too lazy to run around the castle looking for someone, right?

Skao: [The architect died yesterday.]

After sending the message, he ignored the increasingly heated discussion among several exploration team members who had already woken up in the group. He put down his phone, yawned, and looked in the direction where Wang En and Zheng Ju left.

Just now when Wang En turned around and put his arm around Zheng Ju's back, there was a very conspicuous circle at the base of his left ring finger, which was slightly whiter than the surrounding area.

This location can only be the trace of a wedding ring, or an engagement ring.

If these two were engaged, why would he take off the ring while on vacation?

Zheng Tan squatted on the ground, let out a long breath and stood up: "I'll go call them too. Since you don't know the way, just wait here for them to come."

"By the way," he walked forward a few steps, and suddenly turned to look at the long-haired young man as if he remembered something, "Aren't you afraid of being alone with the corpse?"

How can you be so calm when you are alone with a corpse?

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted. Bai Jinshu glanced at Zheng Tan with even more displeasure and made up an excuse: "I'm brave."

really.

Detectives are annoying.

He is very unhappy because he has been faced with a bad mood and a disgusting job early in the morning.

*

It took half an hour before all the guests gathered.

The corridor of the castle was spacious enough, and everyone arrived at the corridor in front of the architect's door.

Not everyone can bear to see the corpse of their own kind. The wife of the couple stood far away from the door, and her secretary very considerately handed her a bottle of water.

While taking small sips of water, she ordered in a very calm voice: "Xiao Shu, book a flight ticket. I want the earliest ticket back home."

"Okay, Sister Rong," the secretary named Xiao Shu nodded, "But the nearest flight back home is also at 3 pm."

"Then order a car first," Sister Rong turned away, not wanting to look at the door. "Anyway, I'm not the murderer. How can I stay in a house where someone has died? Let's go."

Xiao Shu's hands were busy and it seemed that he had already started preparing to book the tickets.

In stark contrast to these two people was the husband of the couple. He stood at the door of the room, not feeling uncomfortable at all when he saw the corpse. Instead, he sneered and said, "It's a castle that's hundreds of years old. It would be strange if no one had died there, right?"

"If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. I'm upright and I'm not afraid of anything."

"Xiao Mi," he turned to look at his secretary, "cancel her flight ticket."

"Fu Gui, are you sick?" Sister Rong's voice suddenly became louder. "People are dead. It's fine if you don't leave, but why don't you let me go?"

"Okay, Ronghua, you can go. I won't leave anyway," Fu Gui stood there with a nonchalant look, "If you dare to go back alone today, the rumor that your husband and wife are not getting along and are about to separate will spread throughout the entire financial market tomorrow, and then you can just wait for the stock price to fall to the bottom."

Ronghua stood there and took a few deep breaths: "Xiao Shu, find me a place to stay nearby. I don't want to stay in this castle anymore."

Zheng Tan, who was still observing everyone, pressed the solar plexus.

On the other side, Guan Hongyan, who was hurriedly called down, was also very unhappy.

"I say, what are you arguing about?" she complained. "Can you please solve this problem quickly? I still want to watch the sunrise. If I stay here for another half an hour, I won't be able to watch the sunrise."

The two men next to her who had been keeping to themselves said nothing. They only cast a few indifferent glances at Guan Hongyan when she complained about going out to watch the sunrise.

"Brother Chen?" An Li asked in a low voice.

Fang Shaoning shook his head slightly.

Last night, his mind and eyes were filled with Skao coming to cause trouble for him, so he did not use the fixed attribute [Future Foreknowledge] and did not see what happened today.

The two girls, Gong Shuowan and Ling Dai, were dragged out of bed temporarily. Now they had their hair disheveled and looked extremely tired.

From the name [Blizzard Villa], they could already predict what would happen inside as soon as they entered.

If we were to say who would be the least surprised about the murders that happened here, apart from the murderer, it would be the exploration team members who had already deduced some of the mechanisms through the names of the unknown spaces.

On the bullet screen, as all the space natives arrived, an announcement was posted at the top:

[Regular points plate opens, a round of real murderer selection]

All the characters that appeared in the corridor are listed below, and the comments are already booming:

[I didn't expect that the first bet I made in this space was not for the crazy knife, but for the real murderer. ]

[It’s good to bet on the real murderer. I like betting on this kind of bet the most. 】

【Brother Yunguang has gone to check the body.】

[Where is the prophet? Didn’t the prophet foresee yesterday? ]

[Yesterday, Xiao Fang was only thinking about whether Aoshen would kill him, so he had no mood to read these.]

[Brother Dong, Brother Dong, call Brother Dong, please analyze who is the most suspicious? 】

【Brother Dong is here, don't rush to choose. According to my experience, everyone in the space will first conduct a round of verification. After verification, it will be useful to compare and analyze the clues, not to mention that there are exploration team members inside.】

[That makes sense. I won’t bet on it yet and wait for analysis.]

[Wait for analysis +1]

On the screen, Zheng Tan squatted beside the dead architect, looking at the guests in the corridor who didn't care at all about the passing of a life, and frowned with disgust.

Yun Guang had already exchanged for the Junior Forensic Mastery when he received the news. As soon as he came here, he claimed that he had some forensic experience. Now he was squatting opposite Zheng Tan, frowning at Jian Zhu who was dead on the ground.

"Don't mess up the scene," Zheng Tan was impressed by this professional guest who came to help him investigate. He reminded him quietly, "We are in a foreign country now and we don't speak the language. If something goes wrong, we won't be able to explain it clearly."

Yun Guang nodded, carefully observed Zheng Tan's body, and said carefully: "Do you feel..."

"It doesn't look like a murder, right?" Zheng Tan replied sagely. "There are no external injuries, and no signs of poisoning. The clothes he was wearing look like he was getting ready to go out. There are no signs of fighting or collision on the furnishings in the room. It's as if this person suddenly walked to the door and died without any warning."

"Yes," Yun Guang tried to observe the situation in the guest room and tried to guess, "Could it be that Jian Zhu has a sudden illness?"

"Sudden illness? That means he died of the disease. That has nothing to do with us," Wang En heard their conversation and quickly said, "Detective Zheng, have you finished your investigation? Can we leave now?"

As soon as he said this, everyone present was attracted to his attention.

Everyone gathered together early in the morning because someone had died and they suspected that there was a murderer. Under the chain of suspicion that the murderer might be among the guests, anyone who didn't come would be unable to explain himself.

But now if Jian Zhu had a sudden illness, it would have nothing to do with them.

The words "I want to leave" appeared clearly on everyone's face.

"No," Unfortunately, Zheng Tan shook his head, stood up from the ground, and looked at everyone, "Jian Zhu couldn't have had a sudden illness."

"Jian Zhu and I teamed up online from China. Before we came out, we learned about each other's situation and exchanged medical reports and other life habits due to occupational diseases." He looked at the architect who had stopped breathing behind him and continued, "Jian Zhu didn't have any underlying diseases, and there were no genetic diseases in his family. It's impossible for him to suddenly die of a disease before leaving the house."

Everyone saw him and Jian Zhu together yesterday, so when these words came out, everyone's faces showed a lot of conviction.

"Really?" At this moment, Bai Jinshu at the edge of the crowd raised his eyebrows and said, "But weren't you quite dissatisfied with him yesterday?"

[Hmm? Isn't this the thief crying thief? ]

[The detective was already dissatisfied so he killed the architect in a foreign country? ]

Upon hearing this, everyone in the corridor, who had originally looked somewhat convinced, paused, and some people began to recall the scene of yesterday.

"I remember that during lunch yesterday..." Wang En asked suspiciously, "You were complaining about Jian Zhu the whole time, right?"

"Juzi and I were sitting next to you two," he pointed at the detective and said, "At that time, you kept complaining about the bad place he chose, and that the people here spoke some nonsense that you couldn't understand, and that this place was so deserted that you couldn't even get a signal, and that you couldn't even find where you lived inside the castle."

Wang En actually remembered Zheng Tan's complaints clearly: "You were still saying that you artistic young people love to come to places like this that are useless except for art, and that whoever chooses this place will be a sucker. I should have known not to team up with him earlier."

"You have been dissatisfied with Jian Zhu for a long time. You didn't kill him last night, and then deliberately wait for us to pass by this morning and pretend to break open the door, so as to clear yourself of suspicion, right?"

"I went to chat with Jian Zhu yesterday," Ling Dai also said, "He said that you two were just temporary travel companions, and he made the travel guide. You didn't do anything along the way, but now you turn around and start complaining about the bad place he chose."

"Look," Bai Jinshu said with a hint of an intriguing smile on his face, "It's not like the thief is crying thief."

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes changed instantly.

Zheng Tan seemed a little angry: "The thief is crying thief? Jian Zhu and I are strangers on a trip together. He is just complaining to me. I have no reason to kill him!"

Hearing what he said, Bai Jinshu chuckled: "Who here doesn't know him?"

Zheng Tan was choked by what he said and could only say in a deep voice: "If it was me who did it, why would I call the police?"

"You actually called the police?" Ronghua suddenly asked.

[She reacted very strongly.]

【Why is she so nervous about calling the police? 】

"I just tried to call the police, but I can't communicate with the local police due to language barriers," Zheng Tan frowned, scanning everyone's face, "Does anyone speak French? If so, call the police first, and we can discuss other matters after the local police arrive."

Wang En's reaction was similar to Rong Hua's. He complained directly, "If we call the police in a foreign country, they won't take us all to the police station later, right?"

"Those who can afford to come here for vacation must be rich or noble," he complained. "What if someone takes a picture of us and spreads it around the country?"

"It doesn't matter that you have no name or surname. If Brother Fu and Sister Rong were photographed, it would cause domestic stock price fluctuations. Can you afford the compensation then?"

Fu Gui and Rong Hua were on the same side for a rare occasion, and he nodded in agreement: "We didn't know him before, and we didn't know anything about him last night. Even if the police come, we won't have any clues to provide."

[It is understandable that Fu Guironghua is afraid of being photographed with the stock price fluctuations, but why is Wang En so nervous? He is also a major shareholder of the listed company? ]

[Could it be Fu Guironghua and Wang En...? ]

[What about Zheng Ju? Zheng Ju seems to be on the detective's side. If there are three of them, Wang En can't hide it from Zheng Ju, right? ]

Zheng Tan locked his eyes on him, staring at him for a few seconds before saying, "Calling the police when a homicide occurs is normal procedure. If no one speaks French, we can use the translator to communicate with the maid when she arrives, and have her call the police."

"Before that..." He glanced at everyone here, "I hope everyone will wait here and tell me where you went last night."

The castle has a history of at least several hundred years, and was used by the owner to entertain guests, so naturally there was no monitoring of these things.

"I stayed in my room all night last night, Xiao Mi can prove it," Fu Gui spoke first, "and I didn't even get up when I was woken up this morning."

"It's the same for me. Xiao Shu and I have never been out of the house," Ronghua said stiffly, "I don't even know how to get around in this castle. It's impossible that I killed him."

The two quickly cleared themselves of suspicion, and Wang En also said, "I was with Zheng Ju last night, and this morning Ju planned to go out to watch the sunrise, so I went out with him, and ended up running into Zheng Tan banging on the door here."

"Juzi was curious about what he was doing, so we asked him. Then Zheng Tan said that Jian Zhu, who had agreed to go out with him in the morning, didn't reply to his messages, and didn't respond when he knocked on the door. He suspected that he had an accident, so he wanted to break the door open to see. Then, while they were chatting, the door was suddenly opened, and then we saw..."

He didn't finish his words, but everyone understood what he meant.

No one could prove that the two lone men were not present last night, but they also said that they never left the room yesterday.

The remaining members of the exploration team testified in twos and threes that they or their companions had slept in the room yesterday.

After a round of speeches, it was discovered that most people's alibis were provided by people who were in the same room with them, and the people in the same room were their acquaintances, so in practical terms, everyone's alibis were useless.

Zheng Tan also quickly realized this: "In other words, did you find anything unusual last night?"

"Unusual..." Secretary Xiao Shu thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Last night we seemed to...hear some collision sounds coming from the room downstairs..."

Downstairs room.

Aren't those Wang En and Zheng Ju...

Everyone looked away suspiciously, and Zheng Ju suddenly became anxious: "I, we..."

The woman's voice suddenly paused, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, and then her ears became redder and redder.

oh……

[You little lovers, don’t be too outrageous. ]

[It's late at night, what a noise it must be. ]

[So they can be ruled out as suspects, right? ]

Everyone shifted their gazes in understanding. Zheng Tan rubbed his nose awkwardly: "Um...anything else?"

"My room is right opposite to Jian Zhu's room," the man in the black windbreaker next to him said calmly, "I saw him come back very late last night, and he seemed to be walking up and down the corridor."

"This..." Ling Dai knew what was going on. "Jian Zhu is a house architect, but he chose the more niche field of Western classical architecture. He came here this time because he received a big order, so he came to the castle to observe and learn. He came back so late, probably because he was recording the architecture in the castle."

"Yes, Jian Zhu is an architect." Zheng Tan confirmed.

Seeing that the current communication was gradually becoming more and more peaceful under the guidance of the detective, Bai Jinshu narrowed his eyes and suddenly looked in the direction of Fang Shaoning.

Fang Shaoning:?

When he saw Scario's eyes, he suddenly felt a hair on his back.

"Brother Chen?" An Li knew that Chen Fei went out last night, but he didn't know what Chen Fei went out for, nor did he know whether he was the murderer. However, as Chen Fei's younger brother, now that Zheng Tan was asking who was not in the room last night, he would definitely cover up this matter.

He also believed that if Chen Fei really killed the man, then he would have come back in the middle of the night and was still standing here, which meant he must have been fully prepared.

But now, An Li suddenly felt Chen Fei's body stiffen. Then, he heard the senior team member who seemed to have a grudge against his brother Chen, adding fuel to the fire again in a slow and calm tone: "I suddenly remembered that I seemed to see Chen Fei walking past my door last night."

Jian Zhu's room is on the same floor as Bai Jinshu's. Passing by his door means passing by Jian Zhu's door.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Chen Fei, also known as Fang Shaoning.

Fang Shaoning:!

He knew that Scarao would not let him go so easily.

Several dark comments flashed across the screen:

[Aoshen seems really unhappy. 】

【really. 】

[This is the second time he has used this tone to muddy the waters.]

[Aoshen is so cute when he is unhappy and drags everyone down with him. 】

[Xiao Fang, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for the fact that someone died when you went to look for Aoshen last night.]

On the screen, Fang Shaoning was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "I went to find An Li."

An Li beside him quickly said, "Yes, Brother Chen came to my room at three o'clock last night."

"Really?" Bai Jinshu said in a leisurely tone, "An Li's room is on the west side. How did you find him in the east?"

"I remember this friend's room is on the other side, right?" Wang En immediately followed up and said, "How did you find us here? You two just said that you were in the room at night. Aren't you also perjuring each other?"

As soon as he said this, Fu Gui quickly took out his phone and said, "Call the police. These two people are definitely the murderers. Don't delay and make us unable to leave. Catch them and get this over with."

"Wait a minute," Zheng Tan said in a businesslike manner, looking in Bai Jinshu's direction, "You saw him passing by at around 3 o'clock last night, so why didn't you sleep?"

At this time, most people would have fallen asleep long ago, not to mention that he appeared in the corridor at around six this morning. Normally, if you go to bed late, you should also get up late, right?

"I'm reading a book." The long-haired young man glanced at him and said leisurely.

"The books here are all in French!" Wang En is a fence-sitter, leaning towards whichever side has the advantage. Now that Zheng Tanyi asked Bai Jinshu, he followed up again, "How can you possibly read French in the middle of the night?"

Then he saw the long-haired young man give him a disdainful look: "Just because you don't know French doesn't mean I don't."

Wang En: "Then why don't you call the police?"

"How do you know I didn't report it?" Bai Jinshu raised his eyebrows. "I said Chen Fei had a problem, but you came after me and bit me. Doesn't that mean you have a problem too?"

Wang En choked and was speechless for a moment.

Zheng Tan's mouth twitched. Was it his illusion? Why did he feel like these people were trying to stir up trouble?

"Back to the topic," he clapped his hands, "So what did Chen Fei do last night?"

Fang Shaoning turned his gaze towards Zheng Tan and said bitterly, "I'm lost."

He couldn't pull Skao out now. The opponent was clearly trying to trick him here, so he could only take it head-on.

"The castle is so big, and my sense of direction is not good at night. I couldn't find An Li's house price, so I had to walk down here and walked the whole floor," he said while observing the expressions of the people around him. "I didn't even recognize Jian Zhu before. If I wanted to kill him, how could I walk around in the corridor in the middle of the night?"

"Call the police! Call the police!" Wang En was already holding up his phone and shouting, "Isn't there anyone who can speak French? Call the police!"

"Jian Zhu's death should have been much longer than three hours," Zheng Tan shook his head, "If we heard Chen Fei's footsteps around three o'clock in the morning, Jian Zhu should have been dead by then."

"Anyway, all the suspects have nothing to do with us now, right?" Ronghua stood by and watched for a long time, and finally concluded, "The suspects are just those few people. I didn't leave the house last night, and they have nothing to do with me. I will leave as soon as the bridge is opened."

"No," Zheng Tan stood up seriously, "Everyone here could be the murderer. Let the local police make the judgment. No one can leave before the police arrive. Otherwise, if the murderer leaves, everyone else will have trouble explaining themselves."

"Anyone could be the murderer?" Fu Gui said dissatisfiedly, "Does that include you?"

"Sure," Zheng Tan sneered, "Of course that includes me, so I won't leave. Then will you leave?"

"Stop arguing, stop arguing," Zheng Ju whispered, "The murderer might be the maid in the castle. Let's not quarrel first. I believe in Mr. Zheng Tan's judgment. I have searched and he is a very famous detective."

Following his voice, several people who were already a little angry also calmed down.

Yes, besides them, there are also maids in this castle, right?

If they are all fine, then doesn't it mean that the maid could have killed them?

As the scene calmed down, a leisurely male voice sounded: "Really?"

hiss……

Everyone shuddered inwardly.

Why this sentence again?

What is this person going to do?

[Damn, this is the third time…]

【Aoshen triple kill.】

[I feel like the natives of this space are already going into a "really?" PTSD state.]

[At this point, the meaning of this gamble seems to have suddenly changed. ]

[Come on, come on, who is Aoshen going to target this time? 】

Bai Jinshu held up his phone, his expression curled up subtly: "Zheng Ju, did you find out that Zheng Tan is a detective who opened an agency?"

"Yes..." Zheng Ju was very confused.

"Then you didn't find out that he had been charged with murder, but that it was dismissed a few days ago?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's attention was focused on Zheng Ju and Zheng Tan again.

However, this time, the one who joined in the fire was not Wang En, but Rong Hua who was eager to leave.

Ronghua snorted coldly, "Both of you have the last name Zheng. Are you related and are covering up for each other? One of you is asking for information from all of us under the guise of a detective so that you can fabricate evidence for yourself, and the other one is constantly muddying the waters with her boyfriend and throwing smoke bombs at others."

"Speak nicely, who is shielding the criminal?" Wang En was very angry.

"Who promised me who it was?" Ronghua curled his lips, "If you and your girlfriend are not together, why are you so anxious? What are you guys so anxious about that you guys haven't let me leave?"

Zheng Tan was also very angry: "I have been accused of this before, but I have been cleared of the charges. Why do you keep targeting me?"

He finally realized that the long-haired young man had been targeting him since the entire morning.

"Really?" Bai Jinshu said in a relaxed tone, "I just told the truth. It was you who concealed the fact that you had been accused of murder, wasn't it you?"

The group of people immediately started arguing. Guan Hongyan leaned against the wall beside the corridor, watching Skao's face change from a cat-like face to a slightly raised one of interest, and twitched her lips: "Brother Ao...what happened this morning?"

It would be fine if others couldn't see it, but these few members of the exploration team did see it. It seemed like Scario was always adding fuel to the fire.

"Uh..." Lu Changfeng's tone was complicated. He thought for a moment and described it very carefully, "Brother Ao is grumpy when he wakes up."

In the previous space, he didn't get killed on the spot after waking up his brother Ao. It might really be that brother Ao showed mercy...

Guan Hongyan: ...

"Oh my god," she said, "I'm so grumpy when I wake up."

At this moment, Xu Zichen next to him suddenly shivered and then sneezed three times in a row.

"Wear more clothes," Yun Guang turned around and reminded him, "The temperature is low in the morning."

"No, it doesn't seem to be a problem of low temperature in the morning," Xu Zichen scratched his head, frowned, felt it, thought for a while and said, "Do you feel that the surrounding temperature seems to have become colder?"

Several team members who did not participate in the quarrel frowned, and Guan Hongyan also shuddered: "Hiss... I think I am indeed cold."

"Shouldn't it be?" Lu Changfeng said in a strange tone, "Logically speaking, the sun is about to come out, shouldn't the temperature rise?"

There were no windows in the corridor of the castle, and all the light came from the lights inside. They stood in the corridor and had no idea what the weather was like outside.

Guan Hongyan sneezed: "Is it raining? Why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

It was as if the surroundings were suddenly filled with cold air. She didn't notice it just now, but now when she felt the temperature of the surrounding body, she realized that the temperature seemed to be lower than when she got up.

Before Guan Hongyan finished speaking, a maid suddenly ran down from the stairs in the distant corridor. The maid seemed relieved to see them and uttered a very complicated string of French.

The people who were still arguing all stopped and turned their eyes to the only person who could speak French.

"What did she mean?" Xu Zichen looked in the direction of Guan Hongyan and Skao in confusion.

Then he saw Skao's brows frown: "She said that the sun rises as usual."

“But today it failed.”

The author has something to say:

Sister Yan (confused): Where does the murderous intent come from?

Xiao Ao who didn’t get enough sleep: Die, all of you.

Chapter 100! Actually, the original name of this book was [The Sun Also Rises]. After I told the CP about the core mechanism, the CP commented: The idea is good, but if you use this name, readers will only think of the county magistrate and the gangsters. Hantang thought about it and it seemed to be true, so he changed it to [Blizzard Mountain Villa].

I recommend a friend's article: "Infinite Game, God's Code" by Zhu Zhengyi, id6576497, it is also an infinite flow of plot flow, if you are interested, you can go and check it out.

—— Copywriting ——

Jiang Ningwei had been weak and sickly since childhood, and finally became seriously ill at the age of eighteen.

When he woke up again, he was sitting on a train in a different time and space, not knowing where the train was going.

The gods said, welcome to the three thousand worlds.

In this game full of killing and crisis, ghosts are everywhere and they may die at any time.

All the players knew it tacitly that a sickly person like Jiang Ningwei would probably not even make it through the first level and would become cannon fodder.

On the night when the ghost came, Jiang Ningwei curled up in the corner and his roommate stuffed him a candy.

The slightly sweet candy made him feel inexplicably at ease.

The next morning, Xie Xingheng pinched his face, smiled kindly and said in a mischievous tone: "If you eat my candy, you are mine."

From then on, they worked together in the three thousand worlds and killed all enemies.

Small Theater

NPC: There are ghosts over there, go and kill them.

Xie Xingheng: Okay, I’ll kill you first.

Jiang Ningwei handed over the knife.

NPC (running away in panic): Who is the ghost? God, help me, the players are going crazy.

Xie Xingheng: Sorry, we are gods.