The latest website: "In this case, let's go back to the room first." Toru Amuro said casually.

They don't care about the guests Murakami Zilang talks about.

After all, it has nothing to do with them, and no matter how you think about it, there will be no intersection.

The four went straight back to the room.

Shuji Tsushima was lying on the bed very peacefully, with his hands folded on his abdomen.

The ordinary bed also gave him the atmosphere of a coffin.

Time just passed.

Shuji Tsushima dreamed that a piece of stump fell into the black world, merged with the darkness, and was completely swallowed.

Then the ink color receded, the world returned to its original appearance, and those black twisted malice gathered together and gradually took shape...

"Good morning, Xiu Zhi, you are awake." An elegant and gentle voice sounded.

Shuji Tsushima opened his eyes.

The sky was bright outside the window, and there were no other figures in the room.

"Arm..." Shuji Tsushima looked at his hand.

In the dream, it was an arm that fell into the black mud.

"Hmm..." He pondered for a moment.

"My hands look better." He said briskly.

I don't care about the scene in the dream at all.

He slowly rolled three times on the bed before getting up to wash, and then walked out of the room.

The hotel provides three meals, and guests can also choose to try to cook by themselves.

It's just that after yesterday's incident, Murakami Shiro didn't dare to let these four people play on their own anymore, and even decided to delete the matter of allowing guests to try cooking by themselves.

It's better to ask the guests to be responsible for eating honestly, and don't think about doing it yourself.

So early in the morning, Murakami Murakami had already prepared breakfast, for fear that he would wake up late, and the four of them would enter the kitchen again.

There was even a notice posted on the kitchen door.

[Guests do not enter]

There was no such notice yesterday, but it suddenly appeared today.

Directionality is a bit too obvious.

"I've already prepared lunch. There are some to eat directly, and some that need to be heated. You..." Murakami Shiro looked at the four people with complicated eyes.

"Don't do it yourself anymore." He said with a painful expression.

What if I just brought new guests here, and when I entered the door, I saw a few guys lying dead and scared the guests away?

In case the guests who run away report another wave, for example, this hotel gathers people to do some illegal things...

Don't even think about doing his business.

"..." Bourbon was lost in thought.

He had also worked as the head chef at Café Poirot before.

How could it be reduced to this point?

"That kind of thing won't happen again, don't worry." Midorikawa assured me gently.

He also doesn't want to eat another bowl of poisonous mushrooms, and then be filmed a black history video.

"Then I'm going to pick up the guests who are going to stay today. Please don't scare them when the time comes." Murakami Shiro repeatedly urged.

Then he walked away step by step.

"A new guest... I always think it will be someone we know." Shuji Tsushima stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"As long as it's not a so-called famous detective," Bourbon said.

Apart from the members of the organization, the people Kayo knew were all kinds of detectives, or those rich second generations.

Anyone other than detectives is fine.

"I have an ominous premonition..." Scotland had a melancholy expression.

This ominous premonition came true upon seeing the arrival of the new guests.

"An ominous premonition... It's really ominous..." Toru Amuro said with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"You are all here." Murakami Murakami saw four people in the hall speak.

"These four are the guests who checked in yesterday, and they are easy to get along with..." Turning his head, he introduced to the guests behind him.

"The three here are the new guests I mentioned this morning. This is my younger brother Tatsushiba Kinji, who is here to help..." Murakami Shiro introduced the people behind him to Shuji Tsushima and others.

"Actually, no introduction is needed, we know each other, right, Tsushima-kun?" Mao Lilan asked with a bright smile.

"Indeed, we are all old acquaintances." Shuji Tsushima nodded.

"Is it such a coincidence? Everyone knows each other? It's really fate." Murakami Ziro touched his orange hair and smiled heartily.

Toru Amuro's face darkened inexplicably.

The smile on Lu Chuanwu's face also became a little forced.

Only Sora Sakai still lives in his own world wearing headphones.

You may not want such a fate.

Edogawa Conan complained in his heart.

"Since everyone knows each other, let's chat by yourselves. You can visit this house. Kinji and I went to pick some wild vegetables and came back..." Murakami Murakami said, looking at the four of Shuji Tsushima.

"What's there to chat with them, really..." Mori Kogoro turned his head and muttered.

They're all a bunch of brats, so boring.

"Let's go first." Murakami Shiro and Tachibai Kinji tied their shoelaces outside the door with bamboo baskets on their backs and hoes.

"We also just wanted to go out for a stroll, right?" Shuji Tsushima said, looking at the three of them.

"...Yes." Although he didn't know what the boy was going to do, Toru Amuro, who was always very face-saving in front of outsiders, nodded in response.

"Will there be a devil singing in your ears when you are impulsive?" Shuji Tsushima said softly when he bent over to change his shoes.

"What are you talking about?" Murakami Shirou asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing." The black-haired and kite-eyed boy said with a smile, looking a little cute.

"I wish you a happy digging wild vegetables~" Shuji Tsushima waved his hand, and led the three of them slowly towards one direction.

In the deserted forest, the four of them walked aimlessly as if they were just wandering.

"Murakami Murakami will kill people?" Toru Amuro asked.

"Ninety-nine percent probability." Shuji Tsushima walked ahead and replied without looking back.

"Reason?" Lu Chuan asked curiously.

"I saw an impulsive devil controlling his soul..." Shuji Tsushima pretended to be deep and murmured.

"Speak in human language." Amuro Toru's voice distorted.

"To put it simply, he is full of anger now, so there is a high probability that he will be controlled by anger to do something. Well, from the look in his eyes, he is probably going to kill someone." Shuji Tsushima He clapped his hands in a brisk and lively tone.

"Murakami Murakami and Rachishiba Kinji, two people with different surnames are brothers..."

"It's probably their father who was killed." Shuji Tsushima touched his chin and nodded.

"...So you still didn't say how you came to this conclusion." Toru Amuro complained.

"If you say everything, it's very boring, isn't it? See for yourself." The young man spread his hands ~lightnovelpub.net~ and said confidently.

Why do you want to know the follow-up in advance? If it's Shuji Tsushima...

He doesn't want to be spoiled at all.

No surprises if spoiled.

But it's impossible for him not to spoil it.

At this time, I want to lock up my overly smart brain and overly sensitive soul.

Lock the brain and soul, and then abandon the ability of observation and thinking.

That way, he won't be spoiled by himself.

Being the one who can't hear, see, or feel anything exists doesn't get spoiled.

In other words...

As long as he is dead, there will be no spoilers!