~： The fifth year story 128, the sixth person tasted the forbidden fruit

Puff through.

Hearing Nana's cry, the idiot who was about to step suddenly stopped. He covered his heart inexplicably, and there was a painful expression on his face that he would almost never have.

Puff through.

Heart, in colic.

What is this feeling? Why... makes people so uncomfortable?

Puff through.

pain……

It's so painful...

……………………No.

It can’t just go on like this.

Must act... Must...

To act.

...

…………

………………

Suck…………

call.

After a simple deep breath, the inexplicable colic from the heart was immediately suppressed. The idiot stroked the ribbon on his left arm, slowing his breathing.

The pain just now stimulated the idiot's brain, making him immediately think of something between this step. After making a good idea, he didn't immediately rush out the door to find Nana's location. Instead, he immediately pulled out the Dim Killer, turned and rushed to one of Madame Foey's arms, and swiped her four fingers together. Chopped it down.

Then, the idiot found a piece of white cloth in the room, picked up the four fingers with pus and blood, and stuffed them into his arms. After doing this, he rushed out of the room, but ran in the opposite direction of Nana's exclaim.

I found out after I got out of the room that it turned out that the sky outside was dark and night was coming again. The idiot didn't want to appreciate the snow scene, but rushed to the library on the third floor and came to a typewriter placed on the common desk.

Action, there is no moment of stagnation. The idiot quickly took out the ink cartridge from the typewriter, then tore off the book, and quickly rubbed the ink over the black keyboard. Later, he put the book back, ran into the toilet and threw away the ink-sticky paper, and washed his hands. After doing all this, he wiped the blood clot on his face and rushed to the direction of Nana's voice.

The scene is here, the place...

Mayor Sykes’ office.

When the idiot arrived, Aite, Tan, and Nana had already gathered. Seven fainted in the corridor. The idiot glanced at these survivors and knew what happened without having to guess.

"Has anyone been in."

As the eldest present, Etter shook his head with a cold face.

The idiot nodded, then walked to the door of the room and looked inside. Looking in from the gate, you can see Mayor Sykes, naked to the top, lying behind a desk. His eyes were wide open, and his turbid pupils stared at the ceiling blankly. His chest was bright red, **** water also stained the floor red.

"I told you to stay together, why would he be killed."

"This...this..."

"Because Mr. Mayor said that gathering together is likely to be more dangerous, and it is possible that Viscount Wang, who is hiding, will be wiped out by a guided bomb. Because he left first, we don’t have much fun in gathering together, and there is nothing to do. , So I separated too. I found out when Miss Nana and I came to deliver dinner eight minutes ago. But having said that, you are really slow in coming."

He glared at the idiot, but the idiot did not respond. After a moment of silence, he walked into the room and reached out to put his hand on the doorknob. But before reaching the doorknob, he suddenly turned and glanced at Severn who was lying there.

"Wake him up and you all go to a nearby room to rest. I'll come right after I check."

Eter nodded sweating profusely and went to Laseven. But as soon as Severn woke up, he started yelling. Eter couldn't find a good reason to comfort him for a while. After all, his parents were killed by the murderer in one day.

The idiot allowed Severn to make noise and said nothing. But he blocked the gate firmly, not allowing Severn to rush in. It wasn't until this person had had enough trouble and tired of crying that he coldly left a word--

"Mr. Ette, apart from the one in the attic, there is only one typewriter in the public library in this mayor's house, right?"

Eter was puzzled for a while, and could only respond with the flow: "Yes...yes, sir."

"That..." The idiot opened the door, and as the gap in the door gradually narrowed, his voice also emerged from the narrow gap like a ghost...

"To write a suicide note, you'd better do it as soon as possible. It's better to hurry..."

The voice was indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Before you were killed."

boom.

The door, close.

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After entering the room, the idiot took a breath.

The temperature and humidity are high here, and it seems that the mayor is very concerned about keeping warm. The idiot looked at the lock behind the door and the other windows in the room before walking to the corpse behind the desk.

The doors and windows are locked, but they are not locked. As long as there is a key, anyone can come in or go out. The idiot walked around the desk, and the naked body of Mayor Sykes appeared in front of him.

"Human kid, how is it?"

"......I was killed by a stab in the chest. It was still hot, not long after death. Besides..."

The idiot's gaze shifted from the upper body of Mayor Sykes to his lower body. His police officer slumped, with a little crystal liquid stuck to his head. After confirming this, the idiot turned around and looked at the scattered clothes around and the posture of Sykes lying on his back. It became obvious.

"It seems that it was suddenly stabbed by the other party during the'movement.' That's why there is no trace of resistance, right? Haha, judging from the wound, it should be the same dagger that killed Old Bald. . So now, the suspects have been reduced from the remaining four to two women! The beautiful young girl Nana, and the enchanting mature young woman. Who do you think it will be?"

Guessing is not an idiot habit at any time. He just silently observed the scene, searching for any traces of problems. Just as he turned over the body of Mayor Sykes, something suddenly caught the idiot's eyes——

Bite marks.

On the back of Sykes' left upper arm, there was a shallow bite mark that was striking.

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At night, the snowstorm roared outside.

Inside the public library, there was even deathly silence.

There is no light. Only the cold colors reflected from the window occasionally act as the lighting for this room.

The weird atmosphere allows too many people to do anything with them. Here, there is also a figure who is coming to the hall of this monster for some reason.

Pop, pop, pop.

The voice of the typewriter rang in the darkness. The figure does not have much time, because it is impossible for a person to go to the toilet for that long. However, this time is enough for him to write a decent letter, making this matter extremely perfect.

Soon, a "passionate" letter was finished. The figure smiled and looked at the letter paper in his hand, and nodded in satisfaction. Next, the person stuffed the letter paper into the envelope that had been prepared a long time ago, then took out the small pink hair, stuffed it in and sealed it.

call------

The wind and snow outside the window became thicker.

The figure's original smooth movement stopped as if thinking of something. Afterwards, the figure slowly turned over his hands, quietly, looking at the ink-stained fingers...

Laughed.

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After about two hours of inspection, the idiot grumbled and ended the inspection and walked towards the door. He didn't go to the guest room where the crowd gathered, but went straight to his room. Then, without surprise, he found a letter on the bed in the room.

"It seems that your strategy succeeded?"

Dimmie looked at the black fingerprints everywhere on the envelope, and sneered.

The idiot glanced at the fingerprints and slowly opened the envelope. Some pink hair, at the moment of opening, reflected in the idiot's pupils.

Even though he was fully prepared, the idiot felt like he was hit by a sledgehammer at the moment he saw his hair. He covered his heart again, clutching his fingers tightly. It took nearly five minutes for him to breathe heavily and gasp before he became calm again.

The content of the letter is very exciting, and many places are thanking the idiots for their efforts and expectation of the truth. And once again guarantee that as soon as the truth is revealed, the little bread and the idiot will meet immediately.

This time, the idiot only glanced at it and stopped. He glanced at the black fingerprints on the letter paper and envelope, silently stuffed the letter back into the envelope and put it in his arms.

"Ah!.........ah~~~"

Before leaving the house, Dim Mie suddenly made this disgusting sound. The idiot lowered his head and looked at the blood pupil on his right arm.

"Hey hey, don't worry, I just suddenly thought that I can find anonymous people through these black fingerprints. But well... do you know this method?"

"……………………what way."

"Well... forget it. With the current level of technology, fingerprints can be regarded as a novel thing, and cannot be used as a basis for judgment at all. And, including you, most people in this world don't understand right now~ ～～Forget it, just pretend I didn’t say it, just pretend to fart.”

After that, the sword shut up. Since he shut up, the idiot stopped asking. After touching the ribbon on his left arm again, he walked out of the room and went straight to the room where the four people gathered.

The room is very quiet.

The four survivors followed the idiot's instructions well, and no one left the room for more than ten minutes except for going to the toilet. The idiot opened the door, first looked at the faces of everyone, and then walked in.

"Mayor Sykes is dead."

"Dead in happiness."

(Cut, when did you learn how to scribble? It's disgusting.)

Eter was silent for a while, and said first: "Sir...look... we can't continue like this... Viscount Wang... he's crazy!"

"about this point……"

The idiot took out four long, thin objects from his arms, threw them to the four, and said, "I already have the answer."