"Me?" Houston went one step further, "Well, if I just kill everyone present, I can go out directly... That would be so boring~"

The atmosphere in the entire venue plummeted to freezing point.

If the trial cannot be carried out in time, in a short period of time, a powerful warlock can kill everyone present. Of course, he will be the last person to go out.

"..." Sheldon turned his head directly, not wanting to argue with the other party, and said to Peiman who was not far away, "On the 3rd, didn't you say you were going to have a meeting yesterday? Then this morning is a perfect time.

.We can exchange our opinions at the central table. At other times, you can form small groups to take action. What do you think?"

"This proposal is indeed good." Peiman had not thought about this issue before, "Then we will discuss it here in the future. Do you have any objections?"

"Of course not, of course not!" This was a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

The intact puppet appeared out of thin air as the space shrank, and landed on the largest and longest table in the restaurant.

"I am very satisfied with your behavior." The puppet's eyes are like two black pearls, and you can never see through what is inside. "After all, this provides an excellent opportunity to disguise yourself."

"What do you want to say?" Sheldon's voice was stiff, "Last night's [Monster]..."

"It's delicious, really delicious." The puppet opened and closed its mouth and said in a tone after a full meal, "It's like... having a full banquet."

"I hope that no one will be in this situation in the future." Peyman turned to look at everyone else.

"No...if you are all going to be killed by my baby, please hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"..." Sheldon didn't say anything, he just glanced back, trying to see Houston's expression.

"He deserves it." Houston smiled, "Such a stupid thing will never happen next time, Barbatos, you should be busy with yourself."

"Okay... I originally wanted to elaborate on the details of the trial... Then I will mention," the puppet's head lowered aggrievedly, "Due to force majeure, death is

There will be no trial meeting, just like...killed by a monster, killed by a monster, killed by a monster..."

"Of course, some special circumstances will be included in the scope of [homicide]!" The puppet suddenly became more energetic and raised his voice by half an octave, "For example, I am just making an analogy. One person can't see it

I spoiled another person and tied him up in the corridor so that he couldn't move at night, and then he was killed by the monster! Of course, this was considered [homicide]. If he died so cowardly, it would be troublesome.

."

"I...I want to ask." Seeing that no one was talking anymore, a woman interjected in a low voice, "Suicide...does a trial meeting need to be held?"

"Of course! As long as you are not killed by a monster, you need to hold a trial meeting! 'Forgiveness' is the second item that will be held after the correct ruling." The puppet smiled, "If the real [perpetrator] cannot be found,

, then others will still be executed."

In fact, Sheldon initially thought that "forgiveness" was a step before the trial, but the result was good. Now he has to find out who the murderer is before he can proceed to the next step...

"But there are exceptions." The puppet's voice was mixed with the sound of many gears. "If the [murderer] kills someone, then before the trial is held, everyone is free to choose to start or not. After all, there is no clue.

Death will not attract everyone's love ~ Of course, I will mark whether it is a [murderer] or a [non-murderer], all sacrifices have a reason... This is Barbatos' preferential treatment to everyone!"

"Of course, I believe that everyone will not sit still and wait for death, right? I will leave enough time for you to collect evidence and discuss..." Barbatos said in a low voice, "During this time, everyone will

You can speak freely...to persuade, to argue, to conceal, to deceive! Cack-clack!"

As he said, if the murderer successfully pretends to be a murderer and is not suspected of murder...then everyone else will die.

"Of course, I have prepared small gifts for you all, just in each guest room." Barbatos continued, "They can help you do what you want to do~"

"What... do you want to do?" The extremely timid man muttered in a low voice, with a cry in his mouth, "Kill... kill... woo woo...

..."

"I, I didn't say anything!" Barbatos' voice was a little flustered, and his wooden little hands kept waving, "Then, I'll leave first! Cack, cack!"

Bang! The puppet exploded, black smoke curled up, and a strange smell filled the air, making everyone present frown.

It's all pretend.

"If it's so ambiguous, I still hope everyone will think twice." Peyman knew that he couldn't stabilize everyone, so he had to make this decision. "If there is nothing wrong, there is no need to stay here any longer."

Immediately, she turned around and walked towards where Sheldon and Merlin were. She turned her face slightly and whispered, "If it's convenient, come to the lounge on the second floor. If you trust me, come."

"..." Sheldon didn't say anything, he just stood in the distance and stared blankly at Merlin below him.

A few minutes later, Sheldon was invited to appear in the lounge on the second floor.

There are still the same three people inside, Martin, Payman, and Sheldon.

"No. 1, a very wise choice." Sheldon said with a smile.

"Indeed, how is your dear son? At least he is eating well. Today's fried sausage tastes good." For some reason, Houston was still holding a glass of wine and shaking it gently as he did yesterday, but he did not sip it.

, his eyes are deep, as if he wants to stare right through the person.

"He's fine." Sheldon didn't turn his head, and his tone didn't change at all.

"Ah..." Peiman raised his forehead, "Now No. 1 is our temporary ally."

"Why." Sheldon sat down naturally, waved his wand, lifted Merlin up, and sat on the table as well.

"None of us are [murderers]." Martin said this suddenly, which shocked Sheldon. "Did No. 3 allow you to say it? Also, how did you know-"

"——We touched each other. Fortunately, none of us died!" For some reason, Houston said this in a disappointed tone, "But in this case, it's okay.

Okay, it won’t be too boring.”

"It doesn't look like you two are [murderers]..." Payman smiled, and she patted Sheldon on the shoulder casually, and that was indeed the case.

"How did you know?" Sheldon frowned when he saw this, and then relaxed. Anyway, he already knew the identity of the other party... But to be honest, this situation is still very risky, because he touched

Merlin is not a participant in this game...

"You almost couldn't control yourself and hugged your son... I believe that in addition to the small group of a few of us, other people will also temporarily form some groups." Peyman said, "Now

This lounge is temporarily ours."

"So, what are you doing here?"

"Actually, it's nothing. I just want to talk more. Now five of the thirteen people are not [murderers]. In other words, the murderer is among the remaining seven people."

"The probability is very high, so be careful." In Sheldon's previous experiments, the success rate was calculated by two decimal points after the percentage, which is considered really small.

"Of course, our main purpose is to exchange intelligence." Peyman said, "To be honest, the intelligence is still very limited."

"In short, take everything out of your head!" Houston impatiently drank all the wine in his glass and shouted, "I'll have something to do later, something else to do!"

"After the bell has rung, it is impossible to enter any room, even if it is empty."

"At that time, that person... he tried to put his hand into the crack of the door, but was blocked by a layer of something, but I don't know what it was." Sheldon paused, swallowed, looked at Merlin, and finally made up his mind.

Determination, "After death, the body can freely enter and exit the room."

"Very valuable information." Houston smiled with satisfaction, "In this case, it would be logical to break into a house and kill someone."

"Also, my child doesn't seem to be a restricted individual in the dream world. Maybe it's because he is too weak."

"..."

"Um...what are you watching me do...I slept with him last night. There shouldn't be much else. In my opinion, the few words Barbatos said in the morning

It’s more worth studying, isn’t it?”

"Boring." Houston muttered in a low voice and strode out without knowing where he was going.

The meeting ended awkwardly.

Back in the guest room, Sheldon was still thinking that what Barbatos said that morning seemed to be very clear.

He sat on the desk and let Merlin sit on the bed in a daze. To be honest, Merlin was in a daze from the beginning.

The book "Holy Inquisition" is still there on the table, with a little oily shine on the cover. The dim lights in the room reflect it, and the shadows are constantly beating.

Upset...no clue...

He simply opened the thick book and wanted to pick out one or two interesting stories in it to tell Merlin.

Heavy! So heavy! His first impression when he picked up the book was why this book has become so heavy!

He quickly opened the cover, and the pages flew past his eyes, finally settling on——

A small golden hammer was embedded in the pages of the book that had been dug out at some point. It fit perfectly, leaving no gaps.

Looking at the footer, it is exactly the previous chapter of [Breaking the Mist], [Obtaining the Sacred Hammer].
Chapter completed!