Chapter 213 Death of Old Joey

The scene in the room was similar to the one before. The whole room was covered with blood. Hannibal was lying in a pool of blood. The clothes on his chest were completely penetrated by blood. His eyes stared in a certain direction in horror, as if he was looking at the scene before death. Something happened that I couldn't believe.

On the ground, there was a mask thrown as usual.

This situation made everyone take a breath of air.

Ziliang quickly stepped over and touched Hannibal's neck. But the blood on the ground clearly indicated that Hannibal could not still be alive.

Sure enough, Ziliang shook his head and closed Hannibal's eyes with his hands.

".died."

He said calmly.

A depressing emotion that no one could explain spread out.

Hannibal is dead?

This is almost unbelievable. Although Hannibal's skills in this team are not very good, he always gives people a very reliable sense of security. Most of the time, people even forget that Yes, except for his mental strength, he is an ordinary person. He is so ordinary that he will die even if he is stabbed.

Zi Liang stared at Hannibal quietly for a while, as if waiting for him to suddenly open his eyes in the next second, and then tell himself a series of thrilling plans.

However, none of this happened, he just lay there without a beat of his heart.

Finally, Ziliang stood up slowly and picked up the blood-stained mask beside him.

The compass vibrated, but he didn't open it to look, because he knew that what was displayed on it must be [Jason's Mask No. XX]. It was the same as before, just with a different number, and it had no meaning.

The door to Hannibal's room was closed.

Everyone returned to the hall again. At this moment, everyone's eyes were filled with anger, confusion, and extremely strong suspicion of other people.

"Aren't we in an illusion now?" Old Joey seemed to not want the depressing atmosphere to continue, so he took the lead in opening the topic.

Ziliang shook his head: "Unfortunately, no."

"So, Hannibal is really dead?"

"Yes, at least I don't think he has the ability to survive even when his heartbeat stops."

"So, what to do with Hannibal's body? Just leave it like that?" Shirley also joined the conversation.

"We can only leave it like this for now." Ziliang responded: "After all, he might be able to provide some clues."

"Haha, so, just watch him grow moldy and rotten? You are really cold-blooded." Shirley sneered.

"You only joined later, so you don't know Hannibal. Believe me, in his opinion, leaving it like this is much better than burying it in a place where birds don't poop. Besides, he does it every day Thinking about how to push me into the pot, I can still calmly take care of his funeral, which is considered to be the most benevolent and righteous. If we can successfully leave this plane, I may send his body home. He has a An old friend named Will. I think"

"You should think about those of us who are still alive first." Shirley said: "Now, there should be only three of us left in the entire Crystal Lake area. In other words, the one who killed Hannibal People should be among us."

While saying this, Shirley kept staring at Ziliang, not hiding her suspicion at all.

"Haha, what do you mean? Do you want to say that I was the one who killed Hannibal?" Ziliang couldn't help but smile, and then quietly lit a cigarette.

"Yes." Shirley admitted directly: "Because I know that the murderer is not me, and I don't seem to have the ability to quietly stab Hannibal to death. Don't forget, I am a soft-spoken person. A 13-year-old girl who is easily pushed down. Even if you give me a knife, I don’t have the strength to insert it into someone else’s chest. As for Old Joey, although he is also in the ranks of my doubts, according to people In terms of product ranking, your suspicion is obviously higher than that of Old Joey."

Ziliang shrugged his shoulders: "Can you stop talking about character all the time? Besides, your method of removing yourself from suspicion is too old-fashioned. If you don't do it yourself, you can control Leon to do it. ."

"Well" seeing Ziliang and Shirley suspicious of each other here, Old Joey seemed a little depressed, so he stood up slowly and walked out the door.

"What are you going to do?" Shirley asked, looking at Old Joey.

"Oh, just... go out and sit for a while." Old Joey muttered, and walked out of the house dejectedly.

At this time, Shirley and Ziliang were the only two people left in the hut.

"Haha, I really didn't expect that the relationship between us would be so unstable." Ziliang said mockingly.

"Yeah, a group of murderers get together. How much do you want them to trust each other? Isn't that a joke?" Shirley responded: "Oh, by the way, actually I'm quite curious about one thing, that is Who do you doubt the most?"

"Old Joey." Unexpectedly, Ziliang said it immediately: "Actually, I still don't understand the mechanism of that mask, but the compass will never go wrong, so I doubt that Old Joey It was not Old Joey from the beginning, he actually killed Harley Quinn on purpose, and the real Old Joey might still be lost in the woods."

"Well" Shirley was silent for a while: "When you said that, I suddenly felt that what you said made sense. How about I send Leon to keep an eye on old Joey?"

at this time

I just heard a "bang" sound coming from outside the door!

Ziliang and Shirley's eyes flashed with fear.

"No," they said in unison.

Then, quickly ran outside the house.

Unexpectedly, but also expected, Old Joey's blood was splattered on the spot!

Less than 10 meters away from the door, Old Joey was lying on the ground. The mask on his face had just slipped off, and the knife stuck in his chest was his own!