"How did this happen?" Feng Bujue mumbled to himself in the dark. "At this moment, I should be playing the role of an outsider …" He sighed. "Sigh … Looks like a man as good as me, no matter where I hide, will be as bright and eye-catching as a firefly in the dark … The melancholy in his eyes, the stubble of his beard, the amazing fighting skills, they have all betrayed me."
He mumbled these words to himself. Due to the darkness around them, the hearing was more sensitive due to the limited vision, and the enclosed space meant that the sound would travel further. Brother Jue's words drifted into the ears of his three teammates who were not far away.
"Such a shameless person … This is the first time I've met one in my life." Qiu Feng lowered his voice to comment.
"To be able to talk about these things in such a situation …" Weighty Words said. "I suppose that is a sign of his strong mental fortitude."
"How unpredictable …" Hong Hu said, and he shivered involuntarily. Then he pushed on his glasses. "He is probably the kind of opponent that I do not wish to meet the most …"
"I agree," Qiu Feng replied. Qiu Feng replied. "It's hard to imagine what would happen if there was such a guy in the Killing Game."
On this point, the three strategists had the same thought. Weighty Words added, "If he is not a teammate but an opponent, it is indeed a very bad thing … Have you noticed? Be it the action or the strategy, Brother Feng's method looks random, but there is a hidden meaning to it … Now that I think about it, everything that he has done has been more or less effective. Of course … other than his unique sense of humor. "
"A schemer uses tricks; an open schemer uses the opportunity to make his move." Hong Hu said darkly. "The former is the evil path. Normally, when one is not strong enough, they will use tricks to make up for the difference. Even if they succeed, it will only be temporary, and there are many loopholes. Once one sees through them, it will be easy to resolve. But the latter is the way of the king. It follows the flow and is untraceable. It is the king of scheming and cannot be stopped." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Logically speaking, strategic players like us should pursue the latter. However, Brother Feng, he …"
"It seems like he has drifted further and further away from the evil path …" Qiu Feng said.
"A schemer is very clever, and a schemer is very good," Hong Hu said. "But if there is someone who can guarantee that his every scheme will succeed, then he can be called a god of foresight."
"Ha … If this is the world of the Three Kingdoms novels, Brother Feng would probably be the kind of strategist … who would place his plans inside a pouch and have his generals open it whenever they arrive at a place to show that he is a god of foresight," Qiu Feng said.
The three of them discussed Brother Jue silently because they were squatting at the edge of the hole. As long as they lowered their voices and faced down, their voices would not travel too far. Therefore, Feng Bujue did not hear a single word of this conversation. If Brother Jue really heard that, he would not be ashamed but proud of it, and he would become more and more arrogant …
About ten minutes later, Feng Bujue slowly returned to his teammates. Looking at his expression, he was frowning.
"Looks like you did not find anything," Qiu Feng said.
"Haha …" Weighty Words laughed. "Actually, for Brother Feng to be able to return unscathed is already a reward. At least he has proved that there is temporarily no danger on this floor."
"Now, the four of us should split into two groups to explore this place again. We should be able to find some clues …" Hong Hu did not finish.
Feng Bujue interrupted him. "I found a dead body in that direction." He pointed into the darkness.
That was like a bucket of cold water in winter, splashing on his teammates' heads.
The atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and everyone was silent.
Feng Bujue continued. "To be precise, I found a rather complete crime scene."
The three were still silent. They wanted to hear him finish before they gave their opinion.
"And then …" Feng Bujue had more to say. "I found the bodies of the murderers in that direction …" He pointed in another direction. "" Their bodies? "
Autumn Wind repeated. "The murderers … still referred to as' their '?"
"Yes, based on my preliminary investigation of the crime scene, there are four murderers who committed the crime together," Feng Bujue said.
"And the four murderers died around the crime scene?" Hong Hu asked.
"No, only two died," Feng Bujue said. "The other two escaped to the fourth floor."
"What? You found the path to the fourth floor? "Weighty Words asked.
"Yes, there is a spiral staircase over there." Feng Bujue pointed in a third direction. "The two surviving murderers left behind traces when they went up the stairs, so it was easy to find." He turned his head. "It was not wise to chase after them so recklessly, so I decided to come back to share the information with you guys."
After he said that, his teammates fell into silence again.
About one minute later, Feng Bujue said, "Alright, now you should have a basic understanding of the situation. Follow me, I will bring you to the crime scenes according to the order. "
The 'according to the order' was key, and the other three understood it immediately. Actually, the order in which Feng Bujue discovered the three crime scenes was not necessarily the order that he described, but he had analyzed the sequence of events through observation. Therefore, he described them according to the order of 'the first crime scene, the second crime scene, and the path to the fourth floor'.
The three followed Feng Bujue and walked to a corner on the third floor. When they were halfway there, they smelled a bad smell. It was probably the smell of a dead body.
Soon, with the help of the flashlight, they saw a dead body lying flat on the floor.
The deceased … Let's put it this way, she was a witch.
She was wearing black clothes made of coarse cloth, and her cloak was tattered, dirty, and smelly. Her face was extremely ugly. She had a large hooked nose in the middle, and on the tip of her nose and chin, there was a protruding lump that oozed pus. The dense wrinkles were as clear as scars, and her pair of swollen eyes showed that she died with a grievance.
Of course, if you thought that this iconic costume and appearance were not enough to prove that she was a witch, then … next to the body, there was a hat, a broom, and an apple.
The hat was a black, pointed, wide-brimmed hat, the broom was made of wood, the style that Mr. Porter often rode on, and the apple was bright red and plump, like it was just plucked from the tree.
"Let me explain. There are two fatal wounds." Feng Bujue said as he squatted next to the body. Facing the body that was emitting a strange smell, he explained without any pressure, "And both of them are obvious."
He extended the flashlight and focused the light on the witch's head. Under the light, it could be seen that the skull of the corpse had been split open. Brain matter and blood flowed on the ground, and the brain in the skull was missing.
"The first wound was on the head. Someone used a sharp weapon and split her skull along the hairline. "Feng Bujue said," As for where the brain went … you will understand in a moment. "
Looking at Feng Bujue's casual explanation and the way he spoke like he had been through hundreds of battles, the three teammates were filled with respect for him.
"The second wound was the chest." Feng Bujue moved the flashlight down and shone it on the witch's torso.
The witch's stomach had been cut open, and her ribs were pulled open to both sides. All of her internal organs were exposed to the air.
"The heart and gallbladder were taken away." Feng Bujue said, "The other organs have different degrees of damage, but at least they are still in the body."
"Then … how did you know … there were four murderers?" Qiu Feng asked.
"Oh, the hint is quite obvious." Feng Bujue stood up. "First, there is no doubt that this is a witch." As he said that, he picked up the flashlight and shone it on a wall about two meters away from the body.
At this moment, the three teammates revealed astonished expressions, because there was a line of bloody words left on the wall.
The sentence was in English, and there was a translation in the system menu. It read, "There is no place in the world that is better than your own home."
"Secondly, there is this hint," Feng Bujue said.
"Hey … could this be …" Weighty Words had gotten it, but the other two were still confused.
"Yes, this is Dorothy's line at the end of The Wizard of Oz." Feng Bujue shone the flashlight on the old witch's feet. "Look, she is not wearing shoes. That should be the proof."
"You have to be kidding …" This time, Qiu Feng and Hong Hu also realized who the 'four murderers' that Feng Bujue mentioned were.
"Yes, this puzzle is so simple that it is like a joke." Feng Bujue used the light to shine on the dead body and explained, "Basically, the group of four worked together to subdue the witch, and then the lion tore open her torso and took away her 'gallbladder'. The tin man dug out her 'heart' and then used the axe to split open the witch's skull so that the scarecrow could take away her 'brain'. And Dorothy took the witch's magic shoes. " His tone was light, and he even pointed at the words on the wall. "Of the people who wrote on the wall at the crime scene, nine out of ten were idiots and one was a genius." He shook his head. "But this sentence confuses me." He looked at his teammates with a questioning gaze. "What do you guys think?"
"I think … you are too calm," Qiu Feng said. "When I said 'you have to be kidding', I meant that the situation before us ruined our childhood!"
"Oh … You mean that." Feng Bujue said, "Unfortunately, I scoffed at this kind of children's literature when I was a child, although I did read a lot of it …"
"Artists are indeed a bit abnormal …" Hong Hu said coldly, and then brought the topic back on track. "About this line of bloody words … I think there are two possibilities." He paused for a moment and then continued, "First, the murderer has nothing to do with the Wizard of Oz. This line of words was left by the real murderer to mislead us. Second, if Dorothy and her team really killed the witch … then this line of words may be a hint given by the system and not written by anyone."
"Hmm … Similar to my initial hypothesis." Feng Bujue nodded. "Okay, let's go to the second location." He shone the flashlight on the body again and said, "Oh, by the way, now there is no need to ensure the integrity of the scene. Take whatever you can. It may be useful."
Therefore, other than Feng Bujue, the other three each picked up an item.
Hong Hu needed to hold the flashlight in one hand, so he picked up the smallest apple. Autumn Wind took the broom under Brother Jue's suggestion. When Autumn Wind asked why, Feng Bujue said, "Autumn Wind sweeps away the fallen leaves." Weighty Words took the witch's wide-brimmed hat.
— — — Name: Apple
Type: Plot Item
Quality: Normal
Function: Unknown
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: A bright red apple. It looks very tempting.
…
Name: Broom
Type: Plot Item
Quality: Normal
Function: Unknown
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: It appears to have other functions other than sweeping the floor.
…
Name: Pointy Hat
Type: Plot Item
Quality: Normal
Function: Unknown
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: If you do not mind the strange smell inside, you can wear it.
The descriptions of these three items followed the overall style of the scenario … but they did not give any clear hints. It was up to them to figure out how to use them. After all, the second last rule stated that they could not be taken out of the scenario, which proved that they were useful.
"Look at these bloody footprints …" Feng Bujue led his teammates to the second crime scene and used the flashlight to shine on the traces on the marble floor. "The most obvious ones are the lion's footprints, followed by the tin man's." He pointed. "The lighter footprints belong to the scarecrow, and the remaining two rows of smaller footprints naturally belong to Dorothy."
They walked along the wall, and as they spoke, they reached the second crime scene. It was about one hundred meters away from where the witch died.
"What is going on this time?" Autumn Wind asked.
This time, there were two bodies before them. One was a little girl in a blue dress and shirt, and the other was a large lion.
Feng Bujue walked forward like a narrator and said with great interest, "Dorothy should have been killed by the lion." He shone the flashlight on the head of the body. "The side of the neck was bitten off, and the flesh and bone were torn off. The face was clawed until it looked like the main character of a horror movie."
He turned around and pointed at a pair of silver high heels that were scattered around Dorothy's body. "These should be the witch's shoes. Looks like she did not put them on immediately after killing the witch but carried them away with her. "
"Wait a minute …" Weighty Words said. "How come I remember … in The Wizard of Oz, the witch's shoes were red?"
"That is a common misconception." Feng Bujue replied. "Actually, in Lyman Frank Baum's original novel, the shoes were silver in color. But because the 1939 movie version of The Wizard of Oz was such a classic, most of the later adaptations were influenced by it and set the witch's shoes to be red. "
"You even know something like that …" Even Hong Hu was impressed by Feng Bujue's knowledge.
"That is common knowledge," Feng Bujue replied.
"What common knowledge … If you did not mention it earlier, I would not have known who the author of The Wizard of Oz was," Autumn Wind said directly.
"Then I can't help it. After all, it is common knowledge to me." Feng Bujue walked to the lion's body. "Let's take a look at this thing."
"Obviously, it was chopped to death by an axe." Hong Hu looked at the lion's body and said, "And from the angle and depth of the wounds, as well as the blood stains on the ground, it was involved in a fight with the one with the axe before it died."
Weighty Words added, "Based on the wounds … there is no doubt that the lion killed Dorothy, and the tin man killed the lion."
"It should be said that the tin man and the scarecrow worked together to kill the lion." Feng Bujue added, "Look …" He squatted down and placed the flashlight on the ground. He hugged the lion's head with both of his arms and pried open the beast's mouth. "There is a bunch of straw in its mouth. Do you see that?"
"Fine, fine … Don't be so serious …" Autumn Wind advised.
Feng Bujue closed the lion's mouth and patted the mane that was stuck to his clothes, but his hands were stained with blood. He did not mind it too much. He stood up and said, "But I believe the scarecrow's power was unable to do much damage to the lion. Even if he participated in the attack, he would only be able to scratch an itch. In reality, it was the tin man who killed the lion."
"There are also messages here …" When Hong Hu said that, the flashlight in his hand shone at the wall.
There were also bloody messages left on the wall.
"Ah, yes," Feng Bujue replied. "It is also a very pointed hint."
"When you think you have gotten what you want, you have actually lost more."
Other than Brother Jue, the other three stared at the sentence for a long time, and it was Weighty Words who spoke first. "Ignoring the possible philosophical meaning of this sentence … the situation that it is referring to should be …" He paused for a second before continuing. "The lion gained 'courage' and wanted to eat Dorothy, but the tin man with a 'heart' and the scarecrow with a 'brain' saw this and killed the lion."
"On the surface … that is indeed the case," Hong Hu said.
"Oh? On the surface? "Weighty Words asked.
Autumn Wind added, "If we think about it … there are indeed many suspicious points."
"For example?" Weighty Words asked.
Hong Hu replied, "If before the lion gained courage, it did not have the courage to attack people. Then how do you explain the old witch's death?" He pushed on his glasses. "Also, since Dorothy got the witch's shoes, why didn't she wear them and leave? The shoes have the power to teleport, don't they?"
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue said. "Let's put these questions aside for now." As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the pair of silver magic shoes. "Follow me to the stairs leading to the fourth floor first."
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