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Feeling all players' eyes converging on him, Chen Yi silently put down the knife and fork in his hand and sipped some red wine from the glass beside him. Only then did he wipe the grease from his lips and looked up at everyone.

"Why are you all looking at me?"

"When I entered the scene, I found the victim's body. Just as I was about to take action, a knocking sound from player number 3 came from outside the study."

"There's something I need to remind you."

"Player number 3 threw away three pastries, yet the plate could hold four. One of the pastries had already made its way into the stomach of the deceased."

"Don't you think the actions of player number 3 seem like destroying evidence?"

"Would a normal person, upon discovering their father's death, firstly remove the pastries and then go to destroy them?"

"Even if you use the excuse of suspecting the murderer is still in the study and not daring to act rashly, it is still quite abrupt, because you could have just left the study and called the police, or yelled for help."

"But you didn't do anything, you were merely destroying your pastries."

"If nothing unexpected happens—"

Suddenly, Chen Yi straightened up, leaned back in his chair, and with a light laugh, he said to everyone, "The murderer should be you, shouldn't it, player number 3?"

"Let's recreate the scene at the time."

"First, player number 1, Huang Mao, entered the study with a candlestick, argued with the victim, and placed the candlestick on the desk."

"At that moment—"

"The victim, having eaten the pastries brought by player number 1, suddenly suffered a poisonous reaction, collapsed and died. His body went limp and fell towards the desk, and he happened to smash his head on the candlestick that was on the desk."

"And then he fell into a pool of blood."

"The candlestick belonged to Huang Mao, and Huang Mao has already been confirmed not to be the murderer."

"That means, although it appears that the victim was killed by being hit with the candlestick, in reality, the true cause of death was poisoning by you, player number 3."

"And the reason Huang Mao hid was simple; in a panic, he heard someone entering the study and instinctively hid in the closet."

"What do you all think of my deduction?"

"Does it make sense?"

The words were finished.

All the other players present again directed their gaze at player number 3, the girl in the spaghetti strap dress, after player number 10 analysed things like this, the suspicion on player number 3 was enormous!

The logic is sound!

Who destroys pastries immediately upon witnessing a murder? Is that something a normal good person would do?

"Heh."

Player number 3 suddenly let out a cold laugh, raising her head to look at Chen Yi: "That's quite a clever defense, but you have a fatal weakness."

"In the safe in the study, I saw traces of the will having been tampered with."

"And the tampered will leaves all the victim's inheritance to you."

"You are the main beneficiary, and the main beneficiary is the murderer, you understand this logic, right?"

"I understand all too well."

Chen Yi nodded seriously, his expression earnest: "You're right, the identity I'm playing is that of a 'beast'; seeing my father dead, I didn't first call 120, instead, I altered the will."

"But what of it?"

"That can only prove that my role is not a good person, but it cannot prove that my role is the murderer."

"After all, I didn't feed the deceased any pastries or anything of the sort."

"You!"

Just as player number 3 in the spaghetti strap dress was about to say something, player number 4 spoke up, "Let me share my clue."

"In my scene, I fell in the kitchen, and just as I was about to get up, I saw player number 3 sneak into the kitchen with a somewhat sneaky expression."

"Originally planning to get up, I decided to secretly observe."

"I saw player number 3 frantically pouring a packet of white powder into the flour."

"That packet of white powder could be poison."

The words ended—

Player number 3 in the spaghetti strap dress showed a flicker of panic deep within her pupils, fidgeting uneasily as her mouth slowly opened as if attempting to argue.

She didn't have this part of the story in her perspective!

Originally she just suspected that she might have poisoned the victim!

Now it seemed like she really was the one who poisoned the victim!

Damn it, was her role too foolish, not even checking for people around before poisoning?

Not searching the packet; are you brain-dead or what!

And the other players looked towards player number 3 with peculiar expressions on their faces; this evidence was too strong.

"But—"

Just as some players were about to start voting, player number 4 spoke up again: "Player number 3 put these flour mixtures with the white powder at the entrance to a rat hole in the kitchen."

"It must have been intended to poison rats." Enjoy new tales from My Virtual Library Empire

"Phew!"

Player number 3 breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed her pastries were probably fine after all, and then she looked at everyone boldly and sneered, "The truth is clear, does anyone still have doubts about who to vote for?"

The other players also cooperatively looked back at Chen Yi.

"Don't rush it, wait till I finish."

Player number 4 continued to speak: "Soon enough a rat was caught, it ate the flour and quickly died on the spot, and then player number 3 nodded in satisfaction, using the remaining flour mixed with white powder to make a batch of pastries."

"..."

Player 3's smile suddenly froze on his face.

And once again, the other players turned their gaze toward Player 3.

"The pastries will soon be out of the oven."

Player 4 continued to narrate in a leisurely tone, "After taking the pastries out of the oven, Player 3 just sniffed them and then placed them back at the entrance to the rat hole, mumbling something about how making them look better would attract more rats to eat."

"Why are you all looking at me?"

Player 3 tried to regain her composure, scoffing as she spoke, "I was just trying to poison rats in a different way; you don't think I poisoned the deceased, do you?"

"I said vote for number 10!"

The other players looked toward Player 10 again.

"It's not over yet."

Player 4 didn't wait for everyone to react and continued, "After doing all that, Player 3 placed the remaining four poisoned pastries on a plate and left the kitchen."

"..."

Player 3's smile, the female with the sling, once again stiffened on her face, and she stiffly turned her head to look at Player 4, gritting her teeth as she spat out, "Can't you just say it all at once?!"

She felt like she was about to be driven to madness!

Even she wasn't sure whether she was the murderer!

Life is full of ups and downs, but it wasn't supposed to be this constant, was it? This wasn't a rollercoaster, was it?

"I've finished."

Player 4 nodded, "After that, I didn't see Player 3 again. The last image I had was of her walking out with a plate of poisoned pastries."

"..."

Player 3 fell silent for a long time before speaking, "Leaving the facts aside, even if I did poison them, it's not necessarily me who killed them; after all, it takes time for the poison to take effect."

"It's also possible that the victim was killed by a candlestick."

"I suggest you give me a chance to live a little longer; after all, you only have two more chances to vote, don't you?"

...

Three hours swiftly passed.

"Ding..."

The sound of successfully clearing the challenge rang in Chen Yi's ears.

"Phew!"

The surrounding lights quickly dimmed, and Chen Yi, who survived to the end, stretched lazily, signifying the end of the map.

He truly wasn't interested in this type of map.

If he had known it would be such a dull map, he wouldn't have entered in the first place. He preferred maps that allowed him to wreak havoc. He could only hope the rewards for this map would compensate for his three hours of boredom.

How to describe the overall plot?

It was melodramatic.

It was about the ten players in the house who unanimously made a shocking decision upon learning that the deceased's will was to donate all his wealth.

That was to kill the deceased and then alter the will.

Truly, they were all cut from the same cloth.

He left the room, which was a study, at 21:57, but at 22:02, Player 6 received a message from the deceased.

It was just two words—

"Help!"

Player 6 went there and upon arriving at the scene, found the deceased lying in a pool of blood. In a panic, they noticed the will on the table, hesitated for a moment to add their own name to it, and then ran out of the study in a flurry.

This scene was witnessed by Player 7.

After Player 7 entered the study and realized the deceased was still breathing and not completely dead, they too altered the will and were about to leave when they suddenly noticed the deceased opening their eyes and looking at them.

Without any hesitation, they knelt down and strangled the deceased then and there.

The message that Player 6 received was actually sent by Player 8.

Player 8, a lawyer, discovered the deceased, their boss, lying in a pool of blood as well as signs of alteration on the will while reporting to them.

So... they too added their own name to the will.

After all, it was their legal team that would decide whether the will would be valid or not.

But to be safe, Player 8 took the deceased's phone and sent a message to Player 6, luring Player 6 to the crime scene.

And this scene, in turn, was witnessed by Player 7.

What was fatal was that when Player 6 entered the study, they were hiding a knife, clearly not with the intention to save anyone, but to finish the job.

Although the knife wasn't used, it was still hidden in the trash can.

And the pastries in the trash can, along with the knife, were discovered by Player 5, the deceased's butler, who was also loyally devoted upon realizing that the family was planning to kill their master.

They slipped quietly into the study and upon finding the master lying in a pool of blood, added their own name to the will; at the same time, they saw the deceased lying on the floor suddenly open their eyes and struggle to raise their right hand to call for help.

In their panic.

The loyally devoted butler lifted their foot and heavily stamped on the deceased's chest.

With that stomp.

The deceased stopped moving completely, and only then did the butler sneak out.

Next, it was Player 8's turn to make an appearance, the deceased's wife, or more precisely, the kind who had been together for over a decade without an official marriage, a wife in name only.

She seemed only thirty years old.