Chapter 2336 2348 [Perpetual Motion Machine]
Although we have to guard against the perverted murderer who is nowhere to be found, it is still too depressing for a group of people to be crowded in one room.
After everyone sat there with serious expressions for a while, they finally started to move around.
Several high school students left the villa and took a walk around. Hattori Heiji looked at the Sad Love Lake a few dozen meters away and frowned: "Why did that guy burn the suspension bridge?"
He originally asked Jiang Xia this question, but it was clear that the girls were also very interested in solving the case. As soon as he finished speaking, Yuanshan Heye looked at him like a fool and said, "Do you even need to ask this? Of course, they wanted to trap us here."
"..." Hattori Heiji's eyes jumped, "Idiot, of course I'm not asking that! I just think this behavior doesn't leave him a way out - let's not talk about whether he can deal with such a large group of us alone, even if he really possesses the god of war and kills us all, what will happen after that? How does he plan to leave? Is he going to stay here forever as a savage? Or wait for the travel agency staff outside to think something is wrong and call the police to come and surround him?"
Suzuki Sonoko thought that this guy from Osaka thought too much: "The murderer smashed the corpse's face, which shows that he is either a pervert or has a mental illness - how can such a person think so much before doing things? Of course, he does whatever he wants."
Jiang Xia nodded: "That makes sense."
Hattori Heiji wanted to refute, but he had no evidence at the moment, so he could only snort coldly: "..."Tokyo people are so annoying!
In any case, since the other party did not show up, they had no way of finding him in such a vast forest.
Everyone ate lunch vigilantly, waited vigilantly for the whole afternoon, and ate dinner vigilantly again. In the end, they could not resist the mental fatigue, and yawned numbly and went back to their rooms to sleep.
One of the bedrooms in the villa.
An organization cadre who wished to remain anonymous clutched the edge of his quilt, tossing and turning in sleep.
Vodka: “…” I’m so sleepy and want to sleep.
But what if the house burns down while I’m asleep? What if someone breaks in and attacks me? What if nothing happens but someone dies somewhere else and I’m mistaken for the murderer because I have no alibi?
"When I was working overtime with Brother Gin, I often stayed up late, but at least I could still find a chance to sleep for a while. But now..."
Vodka had dark circles under his eyes, and he felt hopeless: "If I keep going like this, I will die suddenly. Sudden death is a way of death that you can't blame anyone for... Damn it, why is there such a sinister and terrifying thing as Uzo in the world!"
"It would be too depressing to die like this. I must find a way to get some sleep today!"
Thinking of this, Vodka sat up with a somersault and placed some things that could be easily knocked over and make noises in front of the locked doors and windows to prevent anyone from breaking in.
After doing all this, he remembered something and checked the floor, walls and ceiling carefully.
"Very good, the floor and walls are sealed, there are no secret doors or secret passages." Vodka raised his head, "As for the ceiling..."
He thought about it, found a long stick, and poked the ceiling hard every twenty centimeters to make sure there were no holes filled with paper.
When his arms and neck were sore, Vodka finally finished his inspection: "The ceiling is fine, I can finally sleep!"
As he said this he looked at his watch.
Then he fell into deep thought as he looked at the hour hand which was about to point to "four".
"...Forget it, at least I can still sleep for three or four hours." Vodka hid the stick he used to poke the ceiling, climbed back into bed tiredly, and fell into a deep sleep carefully.
…
Under certain specific conditions, sleep also appears to be conserved.
Some organizational cadres finally fell asleep, but some cadres opened their eyes one after another, stared at the ceiling with bated breath, and their minds raced.
Vermouth: “…” What was that dong dong dong sound just now?
It seemed to be coming from the floor beneath me.
"It sounds like knocking, but it's not as crisp as that. Instead, it's dull and mixed with some grinding noises... In short, it has a sneaky and cautious sound."
Vermouth tried to reconstruct the situation downstairs in her mind through the noises she heard, but she had no idea: "Such a strange noise, there is only one possibility - has Uzo come up with a new way of killing people?"
As this thought flashed through her mind, Vermouth's originally confused mind suddenly became clear, and her half-closed eyes opened silently.
Soon, she remembered more things.
"If I remember correctly, isn't Vodka's room downstairs?" Vermouth thought, the corners of her lips raised indifferently, "Is Uzo finally going to take action against him? Good, let him be buried here forever with the secrets he may know."
However, after just two seconds of happiness, Vermouth's heart suddenly sank. She was silent for a moment, turned over and sat up, looking at the ground suspiciously.
Vermouth: “…” Come to think of it, my room is right above Vodka. Isn’t that too much of a coincidence?
"Although Vodka is useless, he is still a serious cadre of the organization. Even if Wuzo wants to kill him, I think he will not let him die too quietly..." With all the clues mixed together, Vermouth began to feel uneasy. "Wuzo, could it be that he wants me to be a tool to send Vodka off tonight?"
...The more I think about it, the more likely it becomes!
At four o'clock in the morning, when most people were sleeping soundly, Vermouth could not close his eyes at all.
"What's going to happen next? The floor collapses and I fall in with the bed and happen to crush him to death?"
"No, that's too simplistic and crude. There's no drama at all. It's more likely that a murderer is assassinating Vodka in the room downstairs, and my task is to wait until daybreak and, as an eyewitness, provide testimony that I heard the noise at that time."
"This is in line with the normal murder case process, but isn't my role too small? This doesn't fit Uzo's habits and bad taste..."
Vermodes thought about it over and over again, and always felt that all his speculations had loopholes, and he couldn't grasp Uzo's train of thought at all.
"...Anyway, let's observe for a while."
Vermouth put on her clothes, adjusted her male disguise, and carefully retreated to a more stable part of the room, observing quietly.
Although she was still a little sleepy, at this critical moment, Vermouth did not dare to fall asleep - Uzo's stage was not a place to slack off. She was very sure that if she dared to close her eyes, then when she woke up, it might not be the vodka that was gone, but her.
(End of this chapter)
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