Chapter 363 The Devil’s Confession

The speed was too fast. By the time Pajama Man No. 1 and I could see clearly, half of Detective No. 3's body had already been pulled out of the door. He could no longer remain calm and screamed at the top of his lungs. His face was twisted, as if his arms were being pulled out of the door. Suffering great pain!

"Help me! Help me!"

Man No. 1 and I tried our best to grab No. 3's body, but we still couldn't compete with the force outside the door. Seeing that Detective No. 3's body was stretched and deformed, as if it was about to be cut into pieces, other people around the round table also Can't sit still.

"What's out there?"

"Damn it! Close the door!"

Everyone had their own secrets, and the thin man No. 6 came towards me with a blade.

"Help me, save me!" Most of No. 3's body had been pulled out of the door. His face was ferocious, his mouth was wide enough to fit a fist, and his screams filled the room.

As more and more blood flowed out of his mouth, No. 3's voice gradually became weaker. I felt the strength in my hands suddenly increase. I exchanged words with Man No. 1 and released my hands at the same time.

"Save me, save..."

No. 3's body was swallowed up by darkness in the blink of an eye. No one knew what was outside. The half-open iron door was closed by Man No. 1. Only the alloy master key in the door lock proved that Detective No. 3 had ever existed.

A large amount of blood seeped into the house from outside the iron door, and the pungent smell of blood soon spread.

"Is this game real?!"

Pajama Man No. 1 pulled out the master key on the door, worked with me to restore the cabinet to its original state, and blocked the iron door.

"There are still five minutes left before the game starts. I think everyone should face this problem squarely." Pajama Man No. 1 threw the master key in the center of the round table. It was the only proof of the existence of Detective No. 3.

"No. 3 is dead? Just like that?"

"Aren't detectives in ordinary novels always cool-headed, keenly observant, and extremely capable of reasoning, who turn the case around at the end? How come our famous detective is dead as soon as he starts?!"

"I don't have a good impression of detectives. Besides, I'm disgusted with the way No. 3 talks. He deserves to die."

"With him dead, there is one less strong competitor."

"Yes, and his death was not in vain. At least it proved that the iron door was a trap."

No one sympathized with No. 3, or the people who came here to participate in the game had long forgotten what sympathy was.

"Thirteen vents are inaccessible, there are no windows, and the only iron door is also a trap. If we want to survive, I'm afraid we can only play according to the rules of the game." It was Du Yu who said this, with a look on his face Still wearing a faint smile, but looking at the man in pajamas No. 1.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, and everyone looked at number 1. According to the rules of the game, the order of confession was the room number. How the game goes and whether it gets off to a good start all depends on the attitude of Pajama Man No. 1.

Instantly becoming the center of attention, No. 1 had an expressionless face. No one knew what kind of heart was hidden under his sloppy clothes; "Okay, I agree to play the game normally according to the rules of the game."

He glanced at the blood seeping out from behind the cupboard, shuddered and walked towards the electric chair directly east of the hall.

It was twelve o'clock at midnight, and a red and blue light illuminated alternately on the back of the electric chair. A piercing siren sounded from somewhere in the hall. What made everyone even more unexpected was that as the siren sounded, the iron door behind the cupboard emitted a loud sound. There was a "bang bang" sound, as if some monster was hitting the door!

"Is this electric chair urging you?"

"Come on! Do you want it to keep ringing? Damn it, that cabinet is starting to move!"

Amid everyone's yelling and cursing, Man in Pajamas No. 1 gritted his teeth and sat on the electric chair. He picked up something similar to a motorcycle helmet from the top of the electric chair and put it on his head.

When the helmet cover fell, the siren suddenly disappeared.

"It's a little strange." I looked at the man in pajamas No. 1. "His movements feel very natural. He finds the helmet and puts it on directly. He is the most critical number one. His presence can be said to determine whether the entire game can start smoothly. The key is, is his identity a policeman? Or is he the twelfth person hidden among us? "

While I was still guessing, No. 1, who was sitting in the electric chair and wearing a helmet, began to scream in pain. The electric chair was worn out, as if some circuits had a slight leakage.

"Poor number one."

"Repent quickly, don't waste time."

When everyone calmed down, the man in pajamas No. 1, who was sitting on the electric chair, twitched his face and began to state his crime.

"My name is Master Wang. I am thirty-one years old. I once used the pen name Corpse Body and Human Face. I am a suspense novel writer."

After he said the first sentence, many people present looked at him in surprise. No one knew the name Master Wang, but the pen name of Corpse Body and Human Face was known to many people.

"The king of narrative tricks! The first author of northern suspense novels. He is good at using article structure and writing skills to deliberately conceal certain facts from readers and mislead them. The truth is not revealed until the end, leaving readers with indescribable shock! Narrative! It’s concise and fierce, the plot is ups and downs and weird, and the story structure is almost unbelievable!”

"Is that the corpse face who didn't even attend the national awards ceremony?"

"It is said that he only submitted manuscripts under his online name, and no one has seen his true face."

"Fuck! I even bought his book!"

Finding that someone had heard of his pen name, No. 1 smiled miserably: "Since you know that I am a corpse with a human face, you should know my masterpiece "Diary of a Wife Killer". In fact, everything in that diary is true. I am the out-and-out pervert in the novel."

"Throughout my whole life, I have been extremely anxious when faced with the woman I loved so much that I couldn't see, hear or hear. But I didn't dare to make a mistake and reveal my feelings to her, and I never took advantage of the situation. In this opportunity of intimate acquaintance, I pray to her for the only favor I need.”

"My first wife and I were high school classmates. Her name was Bai Fangfang. After graduating from high school, she was admitted to a prestigious university with excellent results. I went to a technical school, like a toad looking at the white swan."

"My inferiority complex must have been buried from that day. Six years later, my first book was published. What I didn't expect was that she and I would meet again as authors and readers."

"I devoted everything I had to pursuing her, and within a year, we got married."

"But her married life is not happy. She is willful and arrogant, like a superior princess, and I am just her servant."

"When I was twenty-six years old, another woman came into my life. Her name was Mu Xueying. She was Bai Fangfang's student. She was only twenty years old at that time."

"The temptation of a younger body and a distant feeling made me obsessed with this feeling. I was deeply trapped in it and couldn't extricate myself."

"Soon, Mu Xueying and I were no longer satisfied with only seeing each other a few times a month. I filed for divorce from Bai Fangfang, but my groveling failed to gain any sympathy from that woman. She wanted to take away half of my family property. , she also wants to disclose my privacy to all readers."

"I have never had the thought of killing someone before. I used to love her so much, but in an instant, all my love turned into hate."

"I apologized to her with a smile and flattery, cooked her dinner, poured her footbath, and we did it six or seven times in bed that night until we were exhausted."

"I showed that I loved her more than ever, but from that moment on, I was already planning in my mind how to write a completely true diary of killing my wife."

"I was thinking about ways to kill people every day, until one time I heard Mu Xueying mention that there were loopholes in the management of toxic reagents in their school, and the lab door was often left unlocked during the day, and I realized that the opportunity had come."

"I used another pseudonym that no one knew and obtained a highly toxic chemical element - thallium bromide - from the Internet. After turning it over twice, I got three five-gram bottles of poison into my hands."

"In order to completely clear myself of suspicion, I did not use the simplest food poisoning, but tailored a death method that was most suitable for my wife Bai Fangfang."

"In previous conversations, I knew that Bai Fangfang's mother had a history of mental illness. I also knew that Bai Fangfang was highly myopic and liked to wear contact lenses for beauty."