Chapter 102

Su fell to the ground, covering her neck and coughing violently, breathing heavily the air with the fishy smell of the river.

Zishi lowered his head, his cold needle pupils staring dead at his feet.

His face twitched, his nostrils flared, capturing the extremely subtle smell in the air.

Then, in Su Mian's unbelievable gaze, this head of the Arbitration Group who wanted to put her to death just a moment ago stretched out two fingers and picked up the peanuts, goji berries, and mung beans on the ground one by one.

Zishi picked up a mung bean, brought it to the tip of his nose, and sniffed it again; a satisfied light flashed in his needle pupils.

"Tribute to me?"

Su Mian's brain was still in a state of suffocation, subconsciously nodded, and simply turned out the whole pocket.

She had prepared a big bag of things to replenish blood and energy in advance.

Knowing that she couldn't sleep tonight, she wanted to use a hot water kettle to soak them.

Anyway, the murderer's identity was exposed, and the culprit who caused the floor power outage didn't need to hide.

Zishi "snatched" it over, his movements as fast as lightning, his claws brushing past Su Mian's cold back of the hand.

At that touch, Zishi stopped abruptly.

"Your hand... why is your hand so cold?... Just like my daughter used to be! How many times have I said, young people, have enough yang energy, move more!"

"Don't be stuffy all day, thinking about useless things, just know how to toss your own body... hands and feet are cold, qi and blood are insufficient, you will suffer in the future!"

He spoke more and more smoothly, until he caught a glimpse of Su Mian's eyes, which gradually turned from confusion to amazement.

"—!!!"

Zishi's voice stopped abruptly.

"I... I told you these trivial things!!!"

He flicked his sleeves, and the white light flourished, stinging Su Mian to close her eyes again.

So what is the final result?

Su Mian's health value is now so low that she can't think about these things, so she lifted her legs and moved back to the dormitory with difficulty.

It doesn't matter, anyway, no one can accept the arrival of death better than her.

But when the voting started, Su Mian hadn't seen Sishi; what came was an arbitrator with gray skin and white eyes.

He waved his hand silently, and the players sat in the center of the examination room.

"Please detective vote."

He only said a few words briefly, then tucked his hands in and narrowed his eyes on the podium.

【Please write down the murderer you think on the test paper and hand it to the podium within ten minutes.】

Several players filled out the test papers in silence; Choushi opened his eyes, glanced at them briefly, and announced.

"Tie."

Jingzhe was surprised for a moment and looked at Chang Anning.

She wouldn't have voted for Shen Jiarui.

There are masters.

Shen Jiarui clenched her fists, the hatred in her eyes looking at Chang Anning; her eyes were red, and she couldn't wait to go up and strangle her.

It's all this woman's fault, it's all her fault, she almost won, almost!

Su Mian had no emotions; she raised her head with a calm expression.

"Where is Sishi?"

Choushi was organizing the test papers, his nose ring swinging in the air; after hearing the sound, his hands paused, then sighed, "This is not something you should know, Detective Miss."

Saying that, he lifted his legs and walked out, "Your appeal was successful."

Choushi looked steadily at Su Mian, "Please try your best to live."

Su Mian didn't understand what this sentence meant yet, and the system prompt sounded in her brain.

【Congratulations to the detective for the successful appeal, points returned.】

【Ding-dong, due to the tie in this game, the system will open a reasoning branch, please two final suspects go to the paper box space, the detective who first wins the game can live.】

"Paper box... space?"

Su Mian murmured; two paper boxes the size of fists suddenly appeared out of thin air on the podium, one of which had the number "one" written on all sides, while the other had a flower drawn on the side facing up.

Shen Jiarui immediately grabbed the paper box with the flower into her arms; her tears hadn't dried yet.

"I... I've chosen."

Su Mian shrugged indifferently; when her fingers touched the box on the podium, both of them fainted at the same time.

【Welcome to the paper box space.】

【Every paper box records paper drafts that have never been used in infinite script murder; here it can be used to improve reasoning ability, can be used to punish detectives who violate the rules, and can also be used to discard aliens eliminated from the instance.】

【The current paper box space is: Sweet Dream, please observe everything in the space, everything may become a clue, reason and restore the event based on the clues.】

【The paper box space will time you.】

Su Mian opened her eyes; the space she was in was a clinic ward of only a few square meters, and outside the window was a void, and it was raining.

She immediately focused her attention on observing the furnishings in the room.

After scanning everything, she quickly organized it into useful information.

1. Wall clock: stopped at 03:17, the second hand is gone.

2. Waiting chair: there is a pool of dark brown traces that have long dried under the third chair.

3. Medical record cabinet: the bottom drawer is half open, there is only one medical record inside, the name is blacked out, and many horizontal lines are recorded in the blank file.

4. Washbasin: the faucet is dripping, and a sentence is scratched on the mirror with a fingernail, "Don't let him fall asleep."

5. Trash can: there are a large number of disposable syringes inside, and the needles are all artificially broken.

6. Inner door gap: regular and slow breathing sounds come from inside the door, but the clinic has been closed for many years.

7. Ground: dragging traces extending from the inner room to the feet, suddenly disappearing in front.

【Task updated: please restore the story and judge who is sleeping in the compartment?】

Su Mian carefully observed the medical record sheet and found that it was not horizontal lines drawn on the file.

It was separated; if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to see it at all; she suddenly remembered that "one" was drawn on every side of that paper box.

Maybe it's an important clue.

Time stopped, indicating that the story is probably related to a cycle; the force of breaking the needles in the trash can must have come from the same person.

She approached the inner room and found that the breathing sound was getting closer and closer to her, not in distance, but in hearing.

That sound was always in her ear, just when approaching the inner room.

The sound would get louder and louder.

It's an illusion.

If you think too shallowly, you will definitely think there is someone in the inner room, but Su Mian tried it several times before confirming that the sound was right in her ear.

"Is it myself?"

"Is it myself sleeping in the compartment?"

【Answer correct! Please continue to reason and restore the truth of the story.】

Su Mian breathed a sigh of relief; sure enough, the medical record sheet was probably "herself", and she herself was a mental patient, locked here, repeating what she did before every day.

"I am a mental patient, dragged here and locked up, the time cycle makes me unable to get out of here, and I have to sleep after getting an injection."

"So I make marks on the medical record sheet every day, and the words on the mirror are to remind myself to stay awake so I can escape."

【Not completely correct, please detective continue to reason~】