The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1238

[Chapter 262 The Shell That Was Abandoned]

There is no doubt that this is the “note” left by Huang Mao.

From the fact that doctors can’t see them…

this may be the “heart” of these people.

The two notes that Annan had seen last week, belonging to the tinkerer and the philosopher, are still there.

It’s just that the Philosopher’s note has no blood on it, and it’s brand new.

The obvious difference from the last time is that this time there is no blood on the note, but a rough circle drawn with a black marker.

Annan originally wanted to look at the other notes – but except for the three notes he had already seen, everything else became blurred.

But this has little effect.

Because at this moment, the door suddenly opened and someone came in from outside.

One of them is the “tinker” who looks like an autistic child.

And the other person…

that is a man with messy hair and stubborn stubble, who looks rather haggard.

——Annan can recognize it as well, he is the philosopher who “swing” at the door before!

“Old woman… you’re here first.” The

philosopher saw the two of them, and the corner of his mouth barely rose, revealing a smile that seemed quite coping.

Roughly speaking, it’s like when the wife just cheated, the child failed the exam, was inexplicably sprayed by passers-by, and then patiently explained “why can’t you do this” to the leader who didn’t understand anything… very A barely polite smile.

The two of them are obviously not the kind of talkative people.

After sitting down…they never spoke again.

The doctor looked at the tinker, as if he had something to say.

But the tinker kept his head down, realizing that he didn’t meet the doctor.

In the end, the doctor sighed silently and said nothing.

As he himself said – he is a deserter.

The embarrassing silence didn’t last long.

Before the two tinkers could warm their butts, Arbor helped the pregnant lady and knocked on the door.

The pregnant woman, who looked rather fat, entered the door with a loud voice:

“Doctor, I’ve been feeling very bad recently… Am I going to give birth?”

“Let me see, ma’am.”

Behind Annan The doctor said solemnly.

He pushed Annan’s wheelchair to the table.

Walking to the door, he and Abo helped the fat pregnant woman to sit at the table.

And Abo also sat down, took a deep breath and took a gulp of water.

“Don’t be in such a hurry to drink water,” the doctor reminded. “It’s not good for your health.”

“Oh, thank you…”

Abel replied.

At this moment, Annan shouted loudly: “Where’s the boy Huang Mao! Who among you saw Huang Mao?”

In the identity of the “old woman” that Annan is now playing, he asked Huang Mao, ” The whereabouts of the fugitive employees” is really normal.

So no one was suspicious.

Abo is still recalling: “I saw him before… Just a few hours ago,

he ran into my wheat field. He stepped on a lot of my wheat.”

“When I went out… I saw him too.” The

philosopher said, “I saw him coming in this direction—isn’t he here yet?”

“I don’t know.” The

doctor replied, “There was a man here when we came in. Not at all.”

“Not necessarily, doctor.”

Annan’s old woman smiled meanly: “Although there was no one in this room when we came in…”

Annan said, very difficultly getting out of the wheelchair Standing up, he reached out and tapped the edge of the table lightly, attracting the attention of those around him.

“Come and look at this, friends.

” That’s the only guy who’s going to stomp on the table at my sister’s house, I think.

”

There is very obvious dust at the position where Annan pointed. It is the trace of the shoe on the edge of the table.

“This means that Huangmao has already come here.”

But for some reason he left.

The

doctor was thoughtful.

“No more,” the tinker said for the first time, “since the ashes are still on the table, it means that he didn’t say hello to his sister when he left.”

Otherwise, my sister will definitely clean the table.

To

be more precise, it should be that after Huang Mao left here, my sister did not come out of the kitchen.

Or…

Annan turned his attention to the kitchen.

“Doctor,” he said in a hoarse voice like a crow, “go to Ask my sister – does she know when Huang Mao came and left?

”

…Well, let me ask.

The

doctor was obviously hesitant, as if he didn’t want the old woman to find Huang Mao.

But there was no objection from the others, so he still walked over.

“Sister?

what are you doing?

No

matter how the doctor patted the door, no one opened the kitchen door.

“The boiling sound of the stew can be clearly heard inside, but there are no footsteps or other sounds…” The

doctor turned around, with a hesitant expression on his face, facing the The crowd replied: “Did they both go out together before we came?

”

“Are you stupid?”

Annan asked rudely: ”

If they all go out, who will close the door of this kitchen?”

“Go and bang the door open. If I’m not mistaken… there might be something wrong inside.”

– But who exactly is wrong is not certain.

Annan silently added such a sentence in his heart.

He was just sitting in a wheelchair like this, watching the doctor slam the kitchen door open-

I saw Huang Mao hanging in the kitchen of his sister’s house, and he had been dead for a long time.

He looked like he had hanged himself, but his feet were useless. Stool with feet.

The place where Huang Mao was hanging was on a large fan that was slowly rotating… Like a roast chicken in a fireplace, his body was also rotating in place along with the fan.

But he wasn’t hung up by twine.

But theoretically it shouldn’t be able to support his weight at all… black stockings.

And “sister” is not here at all.

Long before Annan and the doctor entered the door, Huang Mao had been hanged here!

It is the same as the situation at the end of the week – at that time, Annan could see bloody handprints on the label of the philosopher, and it turned out that when the philosopher died, the blood was excessive.

And Huang Mao was hit with a black circle, and as a result was “hanged to death by a black thing”.

Is this some kind of intelligence?

Or some kind of prophecy?

–of course not.

Because it’s actually a cipher.

Someone is sending some kind of intelligence to Annan in this way – he can also see this label.

And he wants Annan to know about it.

“…Huh.” The corner of

Annan’s mouth rose slightly: “It seems that the third week is not needed.”

“What?” The

doctor asked with some doubts: “What did you say?”

“Can do such a thing , UU reading www.sonicmtl.com There can only be one person.”

Annan said to himself.

“He, like me, is an outsider in this nightmare – we are both peculiar.”

That is the other side of Annan.

In other words, the “past self” once forgotten by Annan.

Therefore, the prompts that only Annan can see will be changed.

“In Huang Mao’s death, the murderer was obviously the ‘sister’. She didn’t make any cover up about it.

“According to this answer, we can trace the source, and we can also learn that… in the death of the philosopher, the murderer was also the ‘sister’.

No matter how she got out of the kitchen, she was the only one who didn’t have an alibi when everyone had already assembled.

“That is to say, the difference from me is that your ‘random’ identities are fixed in these two reincarnations.

“Why, this is some kind of test for me?

Or is it a boring little game of [self-entertainment]?

With so many clues left, I don’t think you should be hostile to me.

”

“—of course, neither.

”

My sister’s gentle voice sounded from the living room: “You guessed wrong…about one-third of the guess.

”

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