The moaning magic gun seemed to be singing the song of death, confiscating one soul after another in this dark night - in this huge train, it is unimaginable that this time, two lives died in just one night! Although one of them fell down from a cliff due to his own mistake...

Located in a luggage compartment behind this huge train, this place where everyone's luggage should be placed, also acted as a prison for imprisonment for some sudden reasons... but it seems that this function is no longer available here, because the person who should have been detained here has fallen from the cliff and danced with the god of death in hell.

"It's here." Handyman Rasmark said, opening the door lock of the warehouse - Rorona looked at the locked door lock deeply, and came to the conclusion that no one had opened it without authorization.[]

"Cough..." At this time, Allen, who was standing by, couldn't help but cough, as if he forgot to turn off the fire due to the emergencies just now in the kitchen, and burned something...

But this is not a big deal. Compared to the burnt smell, the things in front of you are obviously more important!

Rorona entered the suitcase where Pupkin was imprisoned before, and what caught her eye was a car window with completely broken glass.

"Well, it seems that I escaped from here." She touched her chin and said.

"Well, yes! It seems that I only climbed onto the roof of the car from here to escape." Rasmark, who followed him, nodded and agreed. The door lock in the room obviously had no signs of being moved. In other words, this is a secret room, and the only possibility is this window.

"Hmph, this guy deserves it! Not only did he kill Menecchi and Lasha, he even killed his companions with his car." Mark on the side couldn't help but hum a nasal voice, saying it without any pity, as if he had already decided that Pupujin was the murderer, and his ending at this time was just his own fault!

But that's true, because it was indeed because of his reasoning that Pupukin was imprisoned here.

"This time I can finally sleep well!" Sims, who was standing beside him, finally breathing, as if he was relieved because of the death of the prisoner.

"Ah! Next, you can leave this ghost place if you just wait for the communication instrument to be repaired..." Rasmark said, nodded, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face.

"Ah..." Mark, who was standing beside him, yawned and said, "Let's go?"

And as he finished speaking, he had already taken steps and walked towards his room.

His suggestion was also recognized, and then everyone here dispersed and walked towards their room to continue the sleep they should have...

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Rorona and Allen also walked towards their room...

"Anxin, the murderer is dead." When he walked to the door of his room, Allen said with relief, then looked at Rorona in the next room and said relaxedly: "Then, late..."

But before he could finish saying good night, Rorona had already opened her door and pulled him into her room without saying anything.

"No, the murderer is still alive." Just as Allen looked at this guy in confusion, she said it so heavy.

"What? Are you saying Pupukin is still alive? How is that possible?" Allen frowned when he heard it and said in disbelief - in the form of falling from such an abyss, let alone a human, I'm afraid even a dragon will fall into meat sauce? So in his opinion, the falling Pupukin is almost the same as death.

"No, Pulpkin is not the murderer." However, Rorona said in such a deep voice.

"Hmm?!" Allen made a puzzled voice.

"Did you find it? There are a lot of broken glass on the floor beside the window of the room where Pupkin escaped." Rorona sat down on the bed beside her, then pointed to the chair beside her and signaled Alan to sit down, and then slowly said this.

"Well, I saw it, he escaped from there, right? Is there any problem?" Allen thought for a while, nodded and replied. Since it was the window where Pupkin escaped, he didn't think anything was wrong after shattering the window and leaving fragments on the ground.

"Of course there is! Because there is no need for him to break the glass of the window!" Rorona suddenly raised her head and said when she heard this.

At this time, a pair of flat glasses had been set up on the bridge of her nose. She pushed the glasses and continued to say solemnly: "Didn't you notice? The switch of that window is indoor!"

Alan had long heard of the quirk that the guy in front of him seemed to have the ability to think about things without glasses, so he did not have any doubts about it. What really shocked him was what the other party said.

"What? That is to say..." said in shock - indeed, the windows of this train basically have switches that open from the inside, and this is the same even for the windows next to this room!

"That's right! If his hands are really moving because they are not tied tightly, then he can open the window directly. Why do he still use blunt means to attack the glass to destroy the window?" Rorona said, pushing her glasses, and at the same time, she paused.

Then he continued to say: "So the only explanation is that Pupujin's hands and feet were tied up by you at that time. It can be said that it is completely impossible to escape, but he doesn't need to worry about this at all!"

"He... was released!" He said this with a cold expression.

"Someone released?!" Allen showed an incredible expression.

"That's right! Since the lock on the windowsill is inside the room, why did Pupkin in it destroy the windows in one go? If you really can move your hands, wouldn't it be better to open the lock on the windowsill directly?" Rorona pushed her glasses and said slowly.

"This... is true. The window locks of this train are all indoors." Alan murmured at the same time when he thought of this.

"So the only explanation is that the person who opened this window was not indoors, but outdoors!" Rorona continued to say slowly: "On the roof of the car, a relatively long blunt object was used to slam the window from top to bottom, and smash the window glass, so that the purpose of letting Pupukin escape without showing up!"

"And the guy who let Pu Jin go... is the prisoner!" Finally, he said firmly.

"But let Pupkin escape? Why?" Allen said incomprehensiblely.

"Why? Because Pupukin knows that the prisoner is definitely not himself! Although he does not have any strong evidence to prove that he is not the murderer, what if he is really found? And I'm afraid that the third crime committed by the murderer is just to blame Pupukin! Because in the previous two incidents, he was the only person who could not clear the suspicion!" Rorona continued to speak out.

"So as long as you use a little trick in the third incident, everyone can think that he is the murderer... This is why the murderer still continues to commit crimes even though he knows that he is trapped here with us! Because he has to do this, he wants to completely clear his suspicion before the rescue team comes here!"

"What? In other words, as long as Pupkin escapes at this time, no matter whether he successfully escapes, fails, or even dies during the escape, will he become absconded with fear of guilt? He can basically no longer be able to remove the suspicion?" At this time, Allen showed a shocked expression.

"That's right, that's it!" Rorona said affirmatively.

"But Pujin also understands this. He should also be very clear that the one who broke the window glass was the murderer, but why did he follow his ideas?" But then Allen asked incomprehensible.

"Does he think he can no longer get rid of the suspicion, so he decided to try to escape instead of waiting for death here to see if he can survive?" asked guessingly.

"Probably..." But when she said this, Rorona, who had always been full of confidence, just answered absent-mindedly - no, she felt that it was not just the reason.

But now in this situation, I can no longer find anything. If there is really a clue, I have seen it before, but I just haven't noticed it.

"Why didn't you tell others just now? Now they all really think the murderer is dead! It's very likely that he will be attacked for relaxing his vigilance! No... I'm going to tell them!" But at this moment, Allen seemed to suddenly realize something, stood up, and was about to open the door and walk out.

But immediately, he was caught by one hand and stopped his movements.

"No, if I guessed correctly, they will no longer be attacked. And if you go public these facts, they will really be attacked again!" Rorona, who grabbed Allen's arm, said affirmatively.

"Why?" Allen couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Didn't you notice it? The murderer has already had a clear purpose since he killed Menecchi - he killed Menecchi because he wanted to cut off clues, and then killed Jer was to blame Pupukin. As for Pupukin's death in the end, it marked... there was no evidence of death!" Rorona said.

"Yes, he doesn't care whether Pupkin can really run away, because no matter whether he can run away or not, he has become the murderer of this incident in everyone's eyes!"

"So since that's the case, if he continues to attack the remaining people, wouldn't he make what he's done before make it meaningless? But it's impossible." Rorona waved her hand and said, signaling Alan to sit down, without being nervous.

"Are you really letting him go to justice?" Allen sat down and said unwillingly, holding his hands tightly.

"No, if I can, I hope to expose him at the last moment after confirming that everyone is safe!" Rorona shook her head and said slowly.

"Do you already know who the murderer is?" Hearing this, Allen couldn't help but show an incredible expression.

"Probably...but it's just a guess." Rorona said, looking at the ceiling helplessly.

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The sun hung high again to dispel the darkness, but at this moment, all the surviving people in the train gathered in the cockpit in front of the train - they had just passed such a thing last night, and it had only been a few hours since then, but they could not see any tired sleep-deprived expression on their faces.

Perhaps it was because the murderer they thought was no longer there, or perhaps it was just because of the good news that was about to come into their ears - in front of them was a communication instrument that was repaired left and right, and seemed to fall apart when touched. In front of this dilapidated communication instrument, a half-grown girl was still conducting the final debugging.

Finally, the communicator made a hoarse sound, and the girl squatting in front also stood up.

"Okay!" she said, patting her hands covered with dust and oil.

"How is it?" Mark, who was standing aside, asked with anticipation when he saw the other party standing up.

"Well! It has been fixed!" And they got this kind of answer that made them happy. When they got this answer, no matter who was present, they showed a relief expression - perhaps compared to whether they were catching the murderer, this was the most worrying issue for them.

"Then... let's start now!" Rorona said slowly, squatting down in front of the machine again, and at the same time putting her hand on a circular switch.

"Yes!" The others on the side immediately nodded and replied.

Then amid their confirmation, Rorona twisted the switch in her hand...

"zzzz..." However, what came out was this even louder hoarse voice.

This scene obviously made the laymen next to them not very familiar with it. They had just let go of their hearts and asked again, "What's wrong?"

"It seems that because the rainstorm has not yet dissipated, there is some signal hinderment? But it doesn't matter! According to my estimate, it should not be enough to affect it!" Rorona said naturally and stood up again.

"zzz..." But the communication instrument still had a hoarse voice. For a moment, the cockpit seemed extremely quiet, and almost everyone was waiting next to him.

"Hey? Hey?" Finally, this sound mixed with the hoarse voice came out.

"That's great!" Hearing this long-lost voice, Mark and Sims on the side couldn't help but hug each other.

"Well... is this car number Laxia? How? The signal there seems to be a bad one! But you should be at the station soon, right?" At this time, the voice in the communication instrument that seemed to be about to fall apart at any time continued to ask. Although it was still hoarse, it could at least distinguish his words.

"Ah, the weather is really not very good here, and I'm afraid it's still a little while before we get to the station." Rorona replied.

"Hmm? What's going on? And who are you? Let your driver tell me?" As if this unexpected voice made the staff member on the other end confused, he said.

"No, I'm afraid it won't work as you wish, because Mr. Lasha is dead..." Rorona said slowly.

"What? What's going on?" With such an answer, even the one on the other side noticed something wrong, and asked so anxiously.

But Rorona did not continue to answer, but turned to look at Rasmark on the side and said, "Mr. Rasmark, let's talk to him. After all, you are the last remaining staff here, and even the two soldiers in charge of escorting are dead."

"Ah, OK," said Rasmark, walked up to each other, took the microphone and said, "Hey, I'm the handyman on this train, this is the thing..."

And the subsequent conversation didn't surprise them. Rasmark just told the staff on the other side of the communicator to tell the progress of the matter.

"...Is this true? I understand." After listening to Rasmark's description, the staff on the other side of the communicator remained silent for a long time before speaking out, and then a voice of discussion came from there.

After a while, the conversation seemed to have reached a conclusion, and a voice came from the other end: "The train that happened to be in front of you is about to arrive at the station, and it is a great blessing for you to set off in the same direction behind you. Fortunately, the prisoner is no longer there. Well..."

"It's probably four days later. Our rescue team will come to you in four days. Please be prepared!" said in contemplation.

"Ah, I'll bother you guys," said Rasmark, then cut off the conversation and turned around to look at the others next to him.

"That's great! I can finally leave this ghost place!" Mark said excitedly, looking at Sims next to him.

"Yes! I don't want to stay here anymore!" Sims said excitedly, and then the two guys reached out and patted each other like excited children.

"Rolona! Finally we can meet with Eve and the others!" Alan, who was next to Roroona, also said so excitedly, as if even he was relieved.

"Well, yes..." Rorona pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, and replied slowly, but it was just a polite one that pulled the corners of her mouth, but it did not have too many excited expressions like them.

On the contrary, she was still a little uneasy in her heart because... the murderer was still among them!


Chapter completed!