In the sky, sandstorms are still raging.

Under the dim sky, lying was a corpse that had lost its life.

After looking at the corpse covered in mud and had already been cut off, the idiot's hands suddenly increased their strength, pressing the curly man to the ground even more tightly, then lifted his knees and pressed the back of his head, so that his head would not have the chance to lift it at all.

"No! It's not me! It's not me who killed it! It's really not me!!!"

The curly-haired man seemed to understand the intention of the idiot behind him, and quickly began to struggle and call. But the idiot ignored him at all and his fingers were even harder.

"It's not you, or who." Bread ran over and kicked the bloody dagger away, standing aside. The idiot was a god and continued coldly, "Hold the knife in his hand and stood beside the corpse. Unless, you give me an explanation that can convince me." "I...I said! I said!" The curly man panicked and shouted loudly, "I woke up this morning and found that there was no one around except me! I...I was nervous and wanted to run out.

Come. But I don’t know where I am going! So... so I want to come here to see..." The curly man’s voice began to tremble. His eyes were aimed at the fat man’s body over there. His nose smelled the smell of silt stinking, and continued to shout, “But after coming here after this! I saw a bloody knife on the ground, that one! So I picked it up for a moment! But after I turned this corner, I saw it.”

His voice paused, but the idiot didn't allow him to pause. As his strength increased, the curly man finally opened his mouth in panic and shouted loudly, "I saw him lying there! It seemed as if he was dead!" After hearing the curly man's confession, the idiot glanced at the bread beside him. The bread nodded, walked to the knife that kicked away, squatted down, gently dipped the blood on the knife with his fingers, turned around, and raised the writing board.

"The blood has dried up. At least it has been dead for more than half an hour."

The idiot nodded, and he pulled the curly man up, and turned on his palm without waiting for him to respond. Although there was some blood on his palm, the blood stains were obviously rubbed onto his palm after solidifying. After seeing this, he let go of his hand so that the curly man could breathe freely.

In the air, there was a mixture of bloody smell and rotten smell that had not yet completely disappeared.

These two scents are mixed with the smell of wind and sand, giving people a feeling of such a weird and pungent feeling.

The curly-haired man covered his xiong mouth and breathed in big mouths there. And the idiot was a small

He approached the fat man's body gingerly, squatted down and checked.

The sludge filled his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

My body was very dirty, but I tore open the clothes at his xiong mouth slightly and you could see a wound on the right side of the heart.

Although it is not fatal, for ordinary people, this knife is enough to pierce a person's lungs, causing people to suffocate and die of suffocation because they cannot breathe.

So...who killed him?

And why?

Or is it really that so-called "child-faced angel" wants to express his presence to himself, so he did this?

If this is true.........

Then, the angel's final goal must be himself.

"The dark man, isn't it?, the voice of a female xing came from behind.

The idiot and bread turned around and saw the makeup girl standing around the corner.

She glanced at the corpse on the ground, and then, as if nothing had happened, she opened the handbag she carried with her, took out the chun cream inside, and carefully applied it to the makeup mirror.

"You...you mean...the dark man?"

The curly-haired man seemed to tremble, and he said with a little trembling.

The makeup woman glanced at him, snapped and closed the makeup mirror. Then, the charming woman smiled coldly and said, "Is there anything else that is possible? Look at how he looks like now, what else can be described besides the dark man?"

The woman liáoed the hair on her forehead, looked down at the fat man's smelly corpse, and sneered again, "However, the current situation really makes people feel thorny. Everyone has disappeared, and the only ones that exist now are the people who attended the treasure hunt meeting yesterday. Haha, was it that the members of the dead bandit group who had learned hundreds of years ago that we wanted to steal their treasures in the underworld that they began to kill us one by one according to their ability?"

The makeup woman looked at the idiot. As she looked at the idiot's cold and ruthless eyes, she snorted, "What do you think? The master of the Forest of Gifts."

Everyone waited until the afternoon.

When we gathered, the remaining people who attended the treasure hunt meeting yesterday also arrived one after another.

Everyone seemed surprised after seeing the people gathered here. However, this is of course. After all, everyone else disappeared, but these people still exist here, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable after all.

On the other hand, the fat man's body fell into everyone's eyes, except for being disgusting, of course, more shocked.

"Huh... Then, let me guess now."

In the conference room yesterday, the scar man spread a map of wind-blowing sand on the table. At the same time, he took out a pen and clicked on the edge of the map.

"The fat man is very unfortunate. We still don't know his name, so we can only call him with such a code name."

No one responded in the room. Everything here seemed to be the same as yesterday's mo, except for the extra empty seat.

"Our friends, comrades, companions, fat man didn't know why, but at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, he came out of his residence and finally came to the river behind our building."

The scar man drew a fork on the bank of a river, and then continued.

"This river was originally a clear and dredged river. However, after experiencing the Battle of the Vampire Seal two years ago, the river was blocked and was not smooth. Then, His Majesty decided to order the river to be filled and other things were built on it. Use this river as a sewer."

"Then, the entrance and exit of this sewer is here. It is not far from us, it is about two hundred meters away."

People looked at the map, and the hunched old man squinted his eyes, not knowing whether he was looking at it.

"From the sludge on the fat man's body, he must have been there. Then, there, he was stabbed in front of him, and finally, he lost his strength and fell from the sewer and out of the mud on the surface."

"He was stabbed and did not die immediately, but struggled in the mud. However, because his lungs were pierced, it was useless even if he struggled. He was drowned alive. It was because of his struggle that his mouth and nose were filled with so much rotten mud."

The candlelight shook slightly.

The shadows of everyone also swayed, as if they were recreating the fat man's struggle at that time to everyone.

"Then, after confirming that the fat man was dead, the prisoner pulled him out. He dragged him to the corner here, and threw the knife on the ground. After that, he left. The above should be what happened when the fat man died."

The scar man breathed a sigh of relief, which was considered to be finished. But the moment he finished speaking, the irritable muscular man immediately slapped the table and said loudly: "Why are you so clear? What's the saying is like you've seen it completely?! Also, how do you make sure that the fat man died at two or three o'clock in the morning?"

"Because, I'm a doctor."

The person who spoke was not the scar man, but the cold-collar man with the high-necked collar. He raised his head, glanced at the muscular man with the cold eyes, and said coldly, "He should be dead at two or three o'clock in the morning.

There was sludge in his stomach and lungs, and the wounds on the lung lobes were obvious. Although it took a long time, a large part of the drag marks on the ground disappeared. But you can still see traces of someone dragging him there from that sewage outlet. Then……”

The cold man stared at the irritable man and said, "Do you have any questions?"

The irritable man was stunned, shut up and stopped talking.

For a moment, the people in the room became indifferent.

Even Xingli, who was beside him, closed her mouth and said nothing.

However, her face seemed to look very bad. Seeing this, the little beauty who had been holding her hand raised her head with some concern and said, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Xingli was suddenly stunned and raised her head. After she realized that it was the little beauty who was talking, she immediately smiled. However, this smile was so embarrassing and so unbearable.

"White, white x..."

The bread gently pulled the idiot's clothes, and her face didn't look very good.

Yes, they must have discovered it. If there are only sixteen people here in the entire wind and sand, then......

That means the one who killed the fat man last night

Now, sit here with yourself...

Sit in front of yourself.

The wind blew in through the crack of the door, shaking the candles.

The candlelight swayed, and the shadows that forced everyone to sway left and right.

The room was very quiet...

After a long silence, the scar man seemed to finally not be able to bear the silence here. He took the lead and said, "Okay, ladies and gentlemen. We regret the fat man's death. Therefore, we must turn grief into strength and search for treasures with his part. In this way, we can comfort his spirit..."

"Hmph, where did the grief come from the person I just met for a day? In fact, someone here should be laughing in his heart now, right?"

The person who broke the scar man's voice was not someone else, but the makeup woman. She still hugged her arms and sneered. Facing the surprised eyes of the others present, her smile seemed even more rampant.

"What? Do you have to pierce this layer of window paper? If the fat man's death was really two or three o'clock this morning, then there must be one among the people here who are murderers."

"Why?"

"Because of work, I was still awake until one o'clock in the morning! That is, after one o'clock in the morning, the guests at my workplace suddenly disappeared, and the other colleagues suddenly disappeared, leaving me alone. So, if I really could kill him, it would be one of the sixteen people here, right?"

This layer of window paper was finally broken.

The idiot closed his eyes, and the last trace of luck that had only existed in his heart was now gone.

The murderer is here.

The baby-faced angel is here.

The child-faced angel who was secretly preparing to take his life was here, "What a joke..."

With a thud, the masked man who had not spoken suddenly pushed open the seat and stood up.

"I just wanted to come and have fun, but I didn't say there are murderers among you! I don't want to play anymore... I don't want to play anymore! I don't want to play anymore!"

After saying that, the masked man rushed out of the room and left the first place.

After he left like this, the others here lost all their interest. The second one stood up was the hunchbacked old man.

"Hey? Old man, are you going to leave too?"

The hunched old man closed his eyes, shook his head slowly, and said, "I am an old man."

I'm going to accompany my grandson. Ahh, grandson~~ Grandpa is here to see you~~"

The old man also left, and then the cold and irritable man, the 14th and 15th teenager, the stingy man, the bald man, the expensive man, and the glasses all left their seats one after another. This treasure hunt seemed to be over.

There is still no wind and sand outside.

After leaving the meeting room, the idiot walked forward while pinching his chin.
To be continued...