~： The fifth year story 135, where you are

Deep in the cave, excitement continued. The idiot outside continued to move forward, holding on to the darkness, towards the cage he had prepared.

"The answer... comes from a trap I set."

"Oh? Trap? Hmm...hehe, funny. Do you mean the time you scribbled on the typewriter?"

The idiot nodded slightly.

"What's weird about that time? Didn't the four handkerchiefs be completely clean in the end, with no ink stains on them? How can you tell from those four handkerchiefs who is anonymous?"

"............ The answer is not on the handkerchief."

"What I was really looking at at the time was not their fingers, but they..."

"The action of wiping hands."

The blood pupil expanded in an instant, and the thin black line within it also grew several times larger. The bright red color competed with the silver white emanating from the depths, swallowing any light that dared to invade the realm of blood.

"Haha...hahaha...hahahahaha!!! So that's it! I understand! Interesting, really interesting! Human kid, your contemplation of other people can be said to be'bad'. I can't think of you. Putting traps in traps is inevitable!"

"..."

"I see. This is a psychological trap. The trigger mode of the trap is like this, right? First, you first brought up the typewriter in front of the four people. No one knows the meaning of the typewriter except the anonymous. . Then, you pretend to check Sykes’s body and let yourself leave, deliberately creating time for the anonymous person to go to the public library to type. Why is the public library? Because the attic is too far from the guest room where they were at the time , There is no time to go back and forth quickly."

"..."

"Then the anonymous person came. After typing, I'm afraid this person suddenly thought of your intention to mention the typewriter, so he checked his fingers. Unexpectedly, his fingers were covered with ink stains. "

"..."

"The anonymous person thought this was a trap you set up, thinking that you wanted to find him through these stains. So after seeing the stains, he must be laughing at your mental retardation while washing away all these stains. Right."

"..."

"Then, after he put the letter in your room, he returned to the guest room. Then, after you checked Sykes' body, you came to them, and unexpectedly threw those four fingers at the four people, letting them stay in Caught it unknowingly."

"..."

"Scare is inevitable. At that time, the expressions of those people were really funny~~~ They were all frightened. Haha. But then, the key point came. You handed the handkerchief to four people, and then let them Wipe your hands."

"..."

"At this time, what would an ordinary person do? We might as well think about ordinary people, such as our lovely walnut princess. I think she will yell louder, and then hold the handle harder. Throw the finger away. And facing the handkerchief taken out by the person who just took out the broken finger, she must not dare to touch it. She turned her head and ran away to wash her hands."

"..."

"This is the reflection of normal people. But when you handed the handkerchief to the four of them, one of them responded very abnormally."

"..."

"Here is the most interesting part of this psychological trap you set. In fact, any person will find those stains on his fingers after typing. It can be said that these ink marks are simply impossible Being taken everywhere without being discovered by the owner. Being washed is a completely certain fact."

"..."

"So, the Anonymous thought he had seen your trap. When you took out the handkerchief, of course he thought you wanted to find him through the stains on the handkerchief. Therefore, he did a completely abnormal move-- "

"..."

"He took the handkerchief of your man who had just taken out his severed fingers, and he was not afraid of being dirty at all, and wiped his palms repeatedly. It is precisely this act to prove to you that he is definitely not an anonymous person, which just confirms it. , He is the anonymous one!"

"……………………"

"Hahaha! Okay, then let us remember how those four people smashed in the first place! First of all, our murderer number one, Miss Nana. Although she killed several people, it is for you. The handkerchief that came, she was timid and retracted after touching it with ten fingers. Then, it was the Ms. Tan, who squeezed it with one hand and gave up. And the other Mr. Severn. Although he took the handkerchief and wiped it, he wiped his hands on his clothes before that. After wiping the handkerchief, he felt a little unclean and choked on his clothes again."

"………………………………"

"Among these four people, only one is not dirty at all, and repeatedly wipes his hands with a handkerchief. And this one is now playing those fun stick games inside, thinking that he is about to become a billionaire, doing Dreamy..."

Idiot, step into the last room.

The silver-white brilliance was swallowed by the bright red that spread instantly at this moment.

The man standing in front of Treasure Mountain had already completed the last step in the path of ten. He was excited to pick up a dozen mithril, his face distorted because of his excitement.

Did he find out?

Found that this space is no longer pure.

I found that the color here has changed from silver to blood.

Did he see why black snowflakes suddenly float in the sky in this cave?

Why, the temperature here will suddenly drop, becoming more than ice hell...

Still cold?

Clerk-Eter.

He kissed the Mithril already in his hands and danced.

And behind him...

The black pupils, like staring at their own prey, firmly...

Envelop him...

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In the big room, no light had appeared for too long.

The children in the birdcage were dangling, and everyone was languid and haggard.

They were sitting in the corner of the cage with their knees on their knees, and desperate gray was already appearing on their faces.

I'm afraid they have given up their hope... the original illusion was crushed before reality.

No one will come to rescue them...

This emotion spread in their hearts. Spread it everywhere at a speed faster than the plague.

The little **** the operating table was still tied there, motionless. Don’t even think about it, she’s already dead...

Being tied up, dripping into the liquid before getting in, it’s hard not to die. So she is not moving at all now, she should...

already dead.

boom------! ! !

Suddenly, a blasting sound exploded in this room. This voice was too loud, too sudden, and recalled the souls of the children who had been sitting waiting to die. In this, is there a certain premonition? The little **** the operating table moved slightly. The emerald-colored pupils with hollow luster turned their heads hard, looking eagerly in the direction of the blasting sound!

The fragments of the gate were scattered during the blasting. At the same time that the debris poured in, was a fifteen-year-old boy who brought in the red light of dawn. He closed one left eye, and once he rushed into this dark room, his left eye opened immediately. There is no need to get used to the darkness. He saw the small bread tied to the operating table almost immediately, and even rushed up the first time.

"Woo...Woo..."

The little girl's voice...weak.

But when she saw the person rushing over, she still couldn't conceal the anxiety and expectation in her heart, and twisted her body with all her strength. The black-haired boy did not live up to her expectations, drew out a black long sword and quickly cut the belt tied to her limbs, and hugged her. At the same time, he took out the water bottle in the backpack behind him, snapped open the lid for the first time, and handed it to the little girl's mouth.

Little Bread is too weak, she has no energy to drink. Everything seemed to be back when she was young, weak and weak, even drinking a sip of water seemed very difficult.

"............Woo.................."

Without time to think, the black-haired boy directly raised his head and took a sip from the kettle. Then, he lowered his head, his mouth pressed against the little girl's mouth that couldn't even be opened, opened gently, and slowly poured the warm water into her throat...

Water, stomach down.

The little bread that had lost its vitality finally regained a little energy. Those eyes looked at the face in front of them. Although the expression on this face was still cold, the little girl could still feel...feel the anxiety emanating from those dark pupils...

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Finally, the three days of imprisonment ended. Little Bread could no longer restrain the fear and helplessness in his heart, stretched out his little hand and grabbed the collar of the idiot, and burst into tears.

She was crying, crying hard.

In these three days, although she has shed tears and suffered countless grievances, she has never been crying desperately like now.

She grabbed the idiot's clothes tightly, her fingers hard, as if she was afraid of losing it again. She rubbed her face on this chest repeatedly, letting her tears and nasal mucus be rubbed on this chest. For a time, only the cry of a little girl remained in this dark room, echoing.

Idiot, holding her tightly.

Hold this little girl tightly in his arms.

He hadn't held this extremely weak body in his arms for three days. Thinking about it again now, he couldn't even remember what kind of mood he had in the past three days.

His face was still cold and expressionless. But those eyes were closed at this moment. His left hand can't help stroking the hair of the little girl in his arms, making her feel his own existence through the most primitive and pure touch. Maybe the bun can't speak, or the idiot doesn't like to talk, but as long as he hugs him tightly together, it seems to be able to convey many things.

Many, many...