"Um?"

As soon as Ken Sato said this, Lu Yuan realized something was wrong.

"Wait! No, if it could only be an accident or suicide? Then where does the resentment come from? When you first came to the island, didn't your old man say that only souls with resentment can appear in the soul."

Lu Yuan directly asked, the reason why he was so sure that the cause of Sato Hideichi's death was not that simple was not just because of the monks' explanation of soul subsidence, but also because if it was really that simple, then what was this dungeon? It was just a simple killing game? So what does the so-called "passing level" in the rules mean? Is it better to kill only the last one left?

So why is it so troublesome? Just throw all the participants into the desert and cut each other down?

Therefore, Lu Yuan can guarantee that there must be a hidden plot here. This hidden plot is the key to passing this copy.

However, Lu Yuan started to yell, and a ray of light suddenly shot in the dark screening hall with a "creak".

The door that came in was opened, and Ichiro Sato appeared at the door of the room in a wheelchair.

"What do you mean?" He asked in a voice that was so old that he was almost inhumane. "Are you questioning the descendants of our Sato family, who will be killed?"

Everyone was stunned. In fact, the person they wanted to see the most now was Ichiro Sato, but when they thought of seeing a housekeeper, they would have to wait half a day. Those who saw the head of the Sato Group would not have to make an appointment in advance for a week.

Unexpectedly, Ichiro Sato took the initiative to come to him.

Lu Yuan was secretly happy, but he didn't show it at all.

"Haha, that's interesting. So, if Sun just died in an accident, then how could he get so much resentment?"

Ichiro Sato drove the smart wheelchair and slowly walked towards Lu Yuan, and a sense of arrogance and pressure from a superior were rushing towards him.

"Resentment?" He seemed to ask back, "You inferior people don't understand what resentment is. Do you think that only those who are killed have resentment? Oh, that's just the words your ignorance gives you."

When Lu Yuan heard this, he thought to himself, "Damn it? Isn't this old man trying to instill a rich person's views on three aspects, right?"

Sure enough, the next second, Ichiro Sato said in a nearly low growling voice, "As long as our descendants of the Sato family don't die, they will all leave with resentment! My grandson died in an accident at the age of 6. Shouldn't there be resentment? He has not enjoyed the rights and wealth given by his family, so shouldn't there be resentment?! He has not experienced pampering, has not watched his parents and elders grow old, has not experienced the beauty of the world, has not changed, and has not yet opened up. Shouldn't all this be resentment?!"

"Hey, he was not careful, can he blame this?"

"Accidentally? Humph, it's because of destiny. God is jealous of talent. Therefore, Xiuyi must have great resentment, so he wrote this letter to let me drive away his resentment!"

The old man's body seemed to be trembling because of the atmosphere, but this theory that he would be resentful as long as he didn't die, really made Lu Yuan unable to accept it.

He could only helplessly tell himself, "Okay, okay, it's all the characters given by the system, they are all fellow villagers, to eliminate, to eliminate, to eliminate."

Seeing Ichiroichi Sato mention his grandson being so excited, Mr. Maori also came forward, "Well, don't be so excited. I am not questioning the cause of Ling Sun's death, but I think this letter is very strange, so I suspect that someone wants to use your hands to carry out a series of murders, so can we tell us the cause of Ling Sun's death in more detail, so that we can conduct in-depth investigations."

"Investigation? Can your investigation bring Xiu back to life?"

"Well, that's definitely not." Maori responded awkwardly.

"Hmph, what's the use? I said, there is nothing to investigate in Xiuyi's death, not to mention that an accident 30 years ago and the deceased's corpse had already passed away with the wind. How do you investigate now?"

"This is indeed very difficult."

"Also, you don't have to worry about the unfounded idea of ​​"someone wants to use my hands to complete some murders". No one in my social circle will waste time for the life or death of you."

"Okay." Maori responded helplessly. He could feel that if the old man hadn't been older, he would have kicked him over.

At this time, Lu Yuan interjected again.

"Okay, it's really hard to coax the old man's stubborn temper as soon as he gets up." He muttered, "But let's go to your bedroom and have a look. You're called Detective Maori and Police Officer Meguri, don't you also hold the mentality of "Is that good if I could reveal how that letter appeared?"

Lu Yuan said this and Ichiro Sato's heart suddenly. It seemed that a trace of loosening appeared in the other person's eyes. After a few seconds

"Okay, come with me." Sato Ichiro said.

Sato Takeshi naturally came behind Ichiro Sato, pushed his wheelchair and walked out of the room.

Speaking of which, Sato Ichiro's bedroom is quite close to this screening room. Within 5 minutes, everyone came to a very quiet yard.

This is a seemingly ordinary yard with some simple flowers and plants, and a flat bluestone road leads directly to a seemingly ordinary house.

This house is the most typical unique courtyard. You can think of it as a small bungalow with an area of ​​about 100 square meters and a height of 25 meters.

Sato Ken pushed the old man to the door of the small bungalow. Sato Ichiro took out a key in his robe, opened the lock on the door, and then pushed it, and the door opened.

He pushed the wheelchair into the house by himself, then turned around and signaled that everyone could follow in.

Maori and others entered the house, while Sato Ken stayed respectfully outside the door.

"Is this your bedroom?" Maori asked, looking at the facilities around him.

It’s not his fault that he had this question, because this small bungalow doesn’t seem to be anything special.

There is only one living room, and a small bedroom.

There is a TV in the living room, a tea tray with a very contemporary feel, and a wooden table, and there is not even a chair.

And in the small bedroom, there is only one bed.

The bed was a little special. It had a small vacancy, with two iron handles on the vacancy, which could fit into the width of the two wheelchairs. This bed was designed specifically for disabled people who were not cared for. It allowed people who could not move their legs to climb onto the bed and sleep by themselves.

And apart from that, there was nothing in this small bungalow.

"Yes, this is my bedroom." Sato Ichiro said lightly.

"But it doesn't seem special." Maori scratched his head and muttered.

Just talking

"This house is not as simple as it looks." Lu Yuan said leaning against a glass window. "First of all, this house should be closed."

After saying this, Maori frowned. He walked to a "window" beside him and pushed it. Only then was he surprised to find that the window was actually a piece of glass, which was closely matched with the wall and could not be pushed open.

"Also, this door looks ordinary, but if it is closed, there should be no way to open it from the outside."

When Lu Yuan spoke, he glanced at Ken Sato outside the door and saw a positive answer in his eyes.

Indeed, from a certain perspective, this bedroom is actually an airtight container, bulletproof and waterproof, and has its own air circulation system. This circulation system is not a vent, but a sealed circulation like an airplane. Moreover, there is only one key in this room, which has been carried by the owner of the Sato family and cannot be copied, and of course there is no such situation of lock picking.

Maori is now a little uneasy.

He has seen many secret rooms in his life, but this is the first time he has seen this secret room without even a crack.

"Well, so you were sleeping in this room back then, and when you woke up, there was an extra letter next to your pillow?"

"Yes." Sato Ichiro replied.

"You are sure that the letter was not placed next to your pillow at the beginning, but you were too sleepy at that time and didn't see it accidentally?"

Ichiro Sato looked at Maori, frowned and replied, "Of course not."

"Then can you be sure, did you lock the door that night?" Maori thought for a while and asked again.

Ichiro Sato was a little impatient, he looked at Maori.

"Mr. Maori, I hope you don't ask any more meaningless questions. I can tell you clearly that no one had entered this room that night, and in the last month, no one except me had entered this room."

"Well, okay." Mr. Maori was also a little embarrassed at once. He pinched his chin and fell into deep thought.

Now, this secret room is equivalent to
Chapter completed!