Chapter 203 Death Game: Bourbon Sauce
In the dark tunnel, Lin Xi's stomach began to growl.
She paused, hesitated for a moment, looked around, checked if there were any cameras around, then put away the flashlight and took out a fried chicken leg from her system backpack.
It's just like when it was freshly fried, steaming hot, and the juices bursting out when you take a bite, and the aroma of meat fills the air.
Lin Xi secretly finished the chicken leg and wiped her mouth elegantly with a tissue.
You can skip sleep, but you can’t skip breakfast.
...Although today's meal does look a bit greasy and not suitable for breakfast.
After wiping her mouth clean, she turned on the flashlight again and continued moving forward.
She encountered many mechanisms, puzzles and forks in the road along the way, but fortunately, she had a map showing the general direction, and the hints left by Yue Jiangfeng, so she didn't waste too much time.
Almost there—she touched her face.
The map shows that Yue Jiangfeng is just ahead.
She remembered what Amuro Toru said to her not long ago:
"Punch, didn't you realize that the man you sent here is a cop?"
His voice was calm, without a trace of guilt.
Lin Xi at that time: ...
I'm afraid you'll be scared to death if I tell you this, but I not only know that he is a cop, I even know that you are a cop.
"Wow," she exclaimed. "That's amazing, Bourbon-chan. You easily did something I couldn't."
"Hehe..." Amuro Toru remained noncommittal about Lin Xi's words, "How are things going over there?"
"Uh, should it be going smoothly?" Lin Xi looked at the maze-like fork in the road before her. "But there are too many obstacles here. It may take me a while to reach the end... It's almost eight o'clock. Try to delay as much as possible, otherwise you will be eliminated by others."
"Roadblock?" Amuro Toru grasped the key point. "Did the Yuejiang family set it up themselves, or...?"
Or was it left behind by the mastermind behind the scenes—let’s just equate him with Shin Kamijutsuji?
"Anyway, these things definitely didn't exist before." Lin Xi sighed, "If it takes six or seven hours to walk this route every time, then the Yuejiang Family's efficiency in handling matters must be extremely low. But I don't think these things are here to stop me."
Amuro Toru: "Oh? You mean..."
Lin Xi: "Well, it should be to stop Yue Jiangfeng. Didn't I hear from the waiters yesterday that Yue Jiangfeng disappeared at noon yesterday? He must have broken in here. He left me a message in front of each mechanism, otherwise it would probably take me even longer to get here."
"But it's clear that these mechanisms only hinder him temporarily, not truly stop him. Perhaps his eyes are also particularly adept at detecting puzzles and mechanisms. I think he's already reached his destination. If the person behind this notices this, they'll surely speed up the game to achieve their 'revenge'."
Amuro Toru was silent for a moment. "Last night, the werewolves' target was Asayama Kei. Including your 'death', there were only five people participating in the game during the day."
"Maybe there are less than five people." Lin Xi thought of the conversation with Tsukawa Hideji last night. "Oh, I forgot to tell you that the real prophet is Tsukawa Hideji—the man with the African mask."
"I'm the witch, he's the prophet, and if what Kusakawa Ryosuke said yesterday was true, then he's the hunter. If the werewolf who's been trying to kill Asayama Kei is Asayama Rika, then Takumi Ooyama is the only civilian left on the field."
"As long as Qiu Shanjiang is dead and all the civilians are dead, the werewolves will win."
Amuro Toru was silent for a while.
Out of ten people, five have died so far - oh no, four - oh no, three.
Leaving aside Shin Kamijutsuji who is suspected to be the mastermind and Punch who faked his death.
Even more people died in other groups.
He would survive to the end, but... the feeling of being powerless in the face of the lost lives still made him angry.
"Bourbon?" Lin Xi's puzzled voice came from the headset.
"I'm fine." Amuro Toru said, "But don't forget that the ultimate goal of the mastermind behind setting up this game is revenge."
"The game definitely won't end so easily. What he wants to see isn't victory, but..."
"...all enemies are killed."
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It’s five minutes to nine in the morning.
Toru Amuro found his seat, sat down, and looked around.
Seeing the people at the table, he had a bad feeling in his heart:
Including him, there are only four people left on the field.
The remaining three are: Asayama Rika, who twisted her hands together and looked very nervous; Kusakawa Ryosuke, who looked relaxed since he avenged his son yesterday; and Tsukawa Hideji, whose clothes were loose and his eyes were blank, and he looked a little off.
"Where are the others?" He put on a gloomy look and asked first.
"Where is Mrs. Mizutani? She should live with you." Ryosuke Kusakawa asked back.
Amuro Toru lowered his head: "Sayuri is dead."
Asayama Rika was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
Dead, dead?
I didn't kill her?
Suddenly, Asayama Rika looked at Amuro Toru with eyes full of suspicion.
Could it be that this guy did it himself?
Amuro Toru asked in return, "Where is Mrs. Asayama?"
"I, I didn't see her." Asayama Rika quickly started acting. "Normally, when she passes by my room in the morning, she'll knock on the door and call me in, but, but, I didn't see her today..."
Amuro Toru looked at her deeply and said, "Then do you know where Mr. Qiu Shan went?"
Hearing the name, the dazed Hideharu Tsukawa raised his head.
"Qiu Shanjiang...is dead..."
His words were slurred, as if there was half a pound of phlegm stuck in his throat.
Toru Amuro noticed that Hideji Tsukawa was not in a good state, and his mind flashed back to what Punch had told him not long ago: "The real prophet is Hideji Tsukawa," and he had some bad associations.
He asked with concern, "Are you okay, sir?"
Hideharu Tsugawa seemed not to hear anything and stared blankly at the air in front of him.
Amuro Toru observed him. He had been dressed meticulously a few days ago, in a three-piece suit and a neat tie. Apart from the fierce African mask, he looked like a white-collar worker ready to go to work at any time.
Now his clothes were loose, his hair was messy, and his bare ankles were sticking out from his trouser legs and leather shoes, exposed to the air.
And Toru Amuro noticed that his left leg looked a little awkward, as if injured, so he leaned his body slightly to his right, trying not to put pressure on the wound.
This also made him give up his habit of crossing his legs twice before.
Punch... He couldn't help but grit his teeth in his heart, what on earth did you do to this guy! !
As if hearing the cry of Amuro Toru's heart from a great distance, a voice came from the headset: "How is Tsukawa Hideji?"
Then he quickly realized that it was not convenient for Amuro Toru to answer now: "Oh, I gave him some truth serum when I visited him last night... You should know the side effects of that medicine, right?"
Toru Amuro:?
Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?
He took a deep breath. "Hey, can you hear me?"
Hideji Tsukawa still stared blankly into the void.
"He doesn't look right." Amuro Toru said, ostensibly to the other two people at the table, but actually to Lin Xi: "What exactly happened last night? This... gentleman, why did he say, uh, 'Qiu Shanjiang is dead'?"
Asayama Rika shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.
She was wondering who was the remaining werewolf.
"Ladies and gentlemen." At nine o'clock, the familiar voice sounded again, and Asayama Rika couldn't help but lower her head.
"It seems someone is absent during the day again today."
The dark figure in the pointed hat looked at the screen in front of him and sighed, "I finally managed to get you all together to play a game, but why do you all seem to be trying to break the rules?"
"Now... there are still disobedient little mice coming to the door." He looked at one of the monitors on the full screen.
There was a figure inside who was looking up and looking at him from a distance.
Although the image was a little blurry, the black shadow could still be seen as Sayuri Mizutani wearing waiter's clothes.
That was Lin Xi who had turned back into Sayuri Mizutani.
A sinister smile slowly appeared on the black shadow's face.
"Ah, I seem to have been discovered." Lin Xi raised his head and said, the voice coming through the headset made Amuro Toru nervous.
"There are too many cameras here, I really can't get around them. It doesn't matter, I'll turn back into Sayuri. He should have noticed that my bracelet signal is gone. In order to kill Mizutani Sayuri, he shouldn't kill you so quickly. Now, Bourbon, you have to adapt to the situation. I'm going to speed up." As she said that, she ran.
Fortunately, I changed into waiter shoes, which are much easier to run in than high heels and a long skirt.
The dark shadow snorted when he saw Lin Xi moving.
He pondered for a while and left the monitoring room.
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"He said there was a 'little mouse' coming to the door," Asayama Rika said anxiously, "Should we continue this game?"
In the projection, the black figure wearing a pointed hat was still sitting there, motionless.
"How do we continue?" Kusakawa Ryosuke smiled, his hands behind his head, leaning back in his seat. "Anyway, the werewolves won, right?"
Asayama Rika: "What do you mean by that?"
Kusakawa Ryosuke curled his lips and said, "Three people died last night. Think about it, there were only three werewolves in total, and then look at our votes... That is to say, although I have a grudge against Tomihara Taro, I really don't think he is a werewolf. The two people we eliminated during the day may not be werewolves."
"Now I might be the only human on the field. What's the point of playing this? If the three werewolves vote, I'll be out—oh, I see." He put away his lazy posture, sat up straight, and sneered, "Because I said yesterday that I'm a hunter, you didn't dare to vote for me. You're afraid that I'll take one of you away before I die, right?"
"Hmph..." He stood up and took out the gun from his waistband. "Hunter has a gun! We can die together!"
"Wow, after this guy got his revenge... huh, his whole mental state is different." Lin Xi, who heard the commotion, complained, "I'm really curious, huh, where did Kamijouji Shin find all these talented people?"
Amuro Toru was speechless.
What else can people say when they are running?
"-Please calm down, Mr. Kusakawa." He said.
Asayama Rika glanced at Amuro Toru and said, "Mr. Kusakawa, you just said it's just a possibility. If that were the case, the werewolves would have already completed the 'massacre' and killed all the civilians. Why would the game continue?"
Amuro Toru frowned.
This is what he was thinking too.
No matter why Qiu Shanjiang didn't come and didn't arrive at the specified time, he should be considered eliminated, so there are indeed no civilians left on the field now.
However, judging from the current situation, the people behind the scenes do not seem to intend to stop the game on their own initiative.
Was it because he saw Punch?
"The host seems to have disappeared too." Amuro Toru looked at the projection and reminded Lin Xi: "He hasn't moved since just now."
"So what should we do now?" Asayama Rika asked anxiously.
"Let's go find Mr. Qiushan first." Amuro Toru stood up, looked around, and stopped at Tsukawa Hideji: "Confirm whether Mr. Qiushan is dead as he said."
Seeing Amuro Toru stand up, Kusakawa Ryosuke was the first to follow him. Asayama Rika hesitated for a moment and said, "After going to Mr. Ooyama's place, let's go to my mother's place as well."
Amuro Toru turned around.
The girl lowered her head, the plush bunny mask on her head, making her look like an inappropriately large plush bunny toy. From the skin exposed by the bunny mask, Amuro Toru noticed that she hadn't worn makeup for two days - the day the auction just started, she was still wearing brightly colored lipstick and holding her lover's arm tightly.
"...Okay." Amuro Toru said.
Seeing that they had all left, Hideji Tsugawa, who was still sitting on the chair, turned his head and looked at them in confusion. After thinking for a long time, he staggered to his feet and followed them.
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“Pah.”
The light in the room was turned on by Toru Amuro.
So the whole scene was exposed nakedly in front of several people.
"Fuck..." Kusakawa Ryosuke couldn't help but cover his nose, "This is too..."
The room was filled with the smell of blood.
Almost all the furniture was stained with blood: carpets, clothes hangers, coffee tables, shoe racks, cabinets, chairs, bookshelves...
Books, teacups and other miscellaneous items were thrown randomly on the ground, the coffee table was knocked over, and a stool was lying on the ground with one leg broken.
Qiu Shanjiang was also covered in blood. He collapsed beside the cabinet, one arm stretched forward, his face distorted, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
A dagger was thrown on the carpet.
The recognizable white mask fell beside it, also stained with blood.
Asayama Rika covered her nose like Ryosuke Kusakawa.
Amuro Toru calmly observed the room and brushed past a scratch on the door frame.
"Was he, was he killed by a werewolf?" asked Rika Asayama.
Amuro Toru glanced at her and said, "Why do you ask? Or do you think he wasn't killed by a werewolf?"
Asayama Rika was startled: "I, I don't know, I was just asking casually..."
She realized belatedly that she really shouldn't have asked this question.
He asked this question in return, as if he knew that Qiu Shanjiang was not the one who killed the werewolf.
If someone with keen eyes noticed it, wouldn't they directly suspect her?
but……
She secretly glanced at Toru Amuro.
Could this person be the remaining werewolf?
Amuro Toru didn't care what she was thinking.
He calmly analyzed, "The deceased opened the door on his own initiative. He didn't expect the other party to attack him, so he encountered an unexpected surprise attack. However, he reacted quickly enough, and the other party didn't kill him with one blow, but he was also injured by the other party."
"Look here. These are the marks left by the dagger." He gestured for everyone to look at the doorframe. "The other person chopped it hard, and he scraped off the paint."
"Oh?" Kusakawa Ryosuke said doubtfully, "Couldn't it be traces left by someone in the past?"
"No," said Amuro Toru. "There's iron underneath the paint, and it's quite humid underground. If it were exposed to the air like this, it would rust quickly, but this mark looks very fresh."
He walked slowly to the dead man, took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on, squatted down, looked at the dead man's eyes, and then closed them.
"The deceased struggled for quite a long time before his death. He saw the dagger held by the murderer and subconsciously blocked his arms in front of him. This is the injury he received when he blocked it." Toru Amuro laid Takumi Ooyama's body flat and showed the two of them the deep wound on his arm where the bone was visible.
"Does he have some... malicious taste?" Asayama Rika frowned. "Like, cutting flesh with a blunt knife, each cut isn't fatal but torturous. Did the murderer want to watch Mr. Qiushan's painful struggle?"
Amuro Toru shook his head: "No. If he wanted to play a trick on Mr. Qiu Shan, he wouldn't have attacked right at the door, and he certainly wouldn't have used so much force the first time, enough to scratch the paint on the door frame."
"Rather than being subjectively unwilling to kill Mr. Qiu Shan, I'm more inclined to believe that the murderer failed to succeed due to some objective reasons. For example...some mental problems."
He paused and continued, "The wound caused him to bleed profusely, but it didn't injure the artery and wasn't fatal. So, he first ran towards the coffee table, endured the severe pain, and lifted the stool—" Amuro Toru pointed at the fallen stool, "trying to fight back."
"Obviously, he'd already realized the murderer's determination to kill him wouldn't be easily dispelled by his words. And he happened to be, well, a bit stronger than a normal adult male. He understood his advantage, so he swung the chair and hit the murderer hard."
"Did he succeed?" asked Rika Asayama.
"It worked." Amuro Toru thought of Tsukawa Hideji's injured left leg. "Mr. Ooyama used so much force that he broke the leg of the stool. His violent movements knocked the coffee table over, and the cup fell to the floor. The unfinished tea soaked the carpet. Look here, the soaked carpet hasn't dried yet. This also means that the deceased could have died within three hours."
Ryosuke Kusakawa: "So, this man died during the day? He wasn't killed by a werewolf?"
Amuro Toru nodded: "A total of three people died. Mr. Qiushan was killed during the day. Mrs. Asayama was probably killed by the werewolf."
"Then, what about Mrs. Mizutani?" asked Asayama Rika.
Amuro Toru was silent for a moment and lowered his head: "Sayuri... was poisoned to death."
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