[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Caucasian female,? Blonde hair, 14 years old, about 1 meters tall." Jack dangled a section of thigh.

The forensic doctor looked away with disgust on his face: "There are no other clues?"

"The body parts are too scattered,? But this information is enough." Jack said concisely,? After playing for a while, he put his thigh back and took out a round ice cube.It took a while for the forensic doctor to understand,? It was an eyeball.The corpse was completely inhuman, the skin and bones were separated, and the messy internal organs, muscles and bones displayed on the table made it look more like slaughtered livestock at a meat stall. ? Not a person.But what is surprising is that the eyeball was preserved very intact, as fresh as if it had just been taken out not long ago.

Jack played with the frozen eyeball like a child with a glass bead.

The forensic doctor stared at him, and a strange feeling crept into his heart, and he felt a very subtle panic.He was afraid that Jack would suddenly eat the eyeball.

But this crazy act didn't happen after all. Jack put his eyeballs back, bowed to the corpse, and then zipped up the body bag, sending the incompetent girl back to the morgue.There was nothing much to see in the room, and they had checked the other drawers of the morgue, and they were all empty.

Everyone could only leave the room with regret. The dancer and the noble lady huddled in the corner during the autopsy, not saying a word, their faces pale.Now I heard the men say that I can go, suddenly I am amnesty, I stand up and walk out unsteadily, in order to protect the ladies, the detective walks in the front, with the forensic doctor and Jack in the back, did the forensic doctor just leave? After two steps, someone patted his shoulder. He turned his head and saw Jack's face.Half of the latter's face was sunk in dark shadow, and the only bright smiling side was like a stone mask.He lowered his voice and said to the forensic doctor: "Hey, brother, are you interested in working with me?"

"Cooperation?" The forensic doctor also lowered his voice.

"Yes, cooperate. I already have some conjectures, but I don't have a definite answer yet. If I'm not wrong, the direct clues that could point to the murderer have been destroyed, and the only evidence that can be used is indirect speculation."

"Would you like to share your speculation?"

"In the photo—that photo of school bullying, the victim with a bucket on her head is not Alice."

"How did you know."

"Estimate. The estimated height of Alice does not match the height of the victim of school bullying. Alice is only about 1.50m, but the victim's height is over 1.65m, a rare tall girl. If she is really Alice a few years ago, it doesn't make sense to be taller in life than in death." Jack made a gesture.

The forensic doctor did not agree immediately, but pursed his lips: "There is an 'informant' among us, and his goal is to kill us all. Are you not afraid that the informant is me?"

"'Informant', I already know who he is." Jack said softly.

"what?!"

"In fact, if you think about it, you will know. The goal of the informant is to kill everyone except him, but he has only three voting rights. If all the witnesses are excluded by three times, it means that he has to be alone with the murderer." room, and the murderer's 'reasonable right to murder' is above him, and although the murderer could have spared him, it feels too bad to hand over the power of life and death to someone else. If he wants to win, there is only one way: cast three times Tickets, kill the witnesses the first two times, and kill the murderer the last time, so that he is in the same room with the witnesses, kills the witnesses, and wins the game." Jack said, "Even if it is the lowest bottom line, a tie, three people Two people need to die. Therefore, this is the most deadly issue, and it is also where he is most exposed. In the first two votes, he and the murderer have the same interests, and he must cover the murderer."

The forensic doctor frowned tightly: "Then you deduced the identity of the informant?"

"Yes, once you think it through, you'll find that it's not difficult to guess." Jack raised his index finger, tapped it on his lips, and made a "shh" gesture.

"Then why didn't you say it?" The forensic doctor actually hated him for a moment, hated him for being too smart and playing tricks, "If you say it, the game is over!"

"Because I haven't seen the truth yet."

"the truth?"

"Yes, the truth about the falling building case. I have almost understood the deceased, the real murderer and the accomplices in the falling building case, but I don't understand why they did this. I want to hear them say it."

The forensic doctor was silent for a while: "Why did you choose me? Isn't that detective better?"

"Detective? He is not as righteous as he appears. If you know the real heroes of justice, you can see through those hypocrites at a glance. You are the forensic doctor. If there is a corpse here, you are the No. 1 choice for the autopsy, so Do you understand?"

The forensic doctor nodded silently, and he understood—the No. 1 choice of autopsy means the trust of others, and trust often means deception. If a corpse is found, Jack needs him to do something.

"Are you so sure you'll find the body?" the forensic doctor whispered.

"It's not about 'discovering corpses'." Jack smiled slyly, "but we will 'create corpses'."

Everyone came to the second door.

The second room had a rectangular shape. Surprisingly, there were no lamps or other lighting facilities in the room. It was completely dark. The only larger light source was the light from another room, which came in through the open door.And another weak light source was on one side of the wall of the room. A groove was dug in the wall, and a candle was placed inside. The light was small, like a soybean, and could only illuminate a few bricks around it.Jack rubbed his nose and said with disgust, "It smells so heavy of kerosene."

The forensic doctor sniffed and sniffed for a long time but didn't smell it. Thinking of the situation that Jack had just opened his mouth to report not long ago, and he spent half a day calculating the situation, he simply gave up the job.

A small safe was placed in one corner of the room, and the surface was covered with red fluorescent paint.A small arrow was drawn with green fluorescent paint on the wall. Jack went up to fumble and found a box of matches in the direction pointed by the arrow.Beside the matches is a candlestick, the candlestick is very small, like a miniature toy scaled down in proportion, the candle is placed on the candlestick with a cross-section as thick as an adult's finger, and it is shaking, as if it will fall off immediately when the wind blows.

As they looked around, the TV screen flashed a snowflake and then lit up.The light from the TV illuminated a corner of the room, and only then did they realize that there was a rectangular space in the room separated by glass, presenting an uneven "Sun" shape, and the small candle in the groove was in the glass space. Inside.

On the TV screen, there is still the familiar and weird toy: "Hello, everyone, I want to play a game with you, the rules are very simple. I need one of you to walk into this room full of kerosene with a candle , but as long as you push the door, a bucket of kerosene will pour down. The room is dark, and you can only hold candles to find the calculations on the wall. The sharpest spikes are fixed on the floor, enough to pierce the bones of everyone present. The soles of your feet. If you unfortunately lose your balance and fall due to pain, or drop the candle on the ground, the candle will ignite the kerosene and swallow you immediately. So, remember, be careful with the candle. From now on, life or death is up to you Choose. So, the game begins."

The screen went off, and in the darkness, everyone looked around at each other, their eyes like dead planets orbiting in the depths of the universe.

"Who's going then?" said the detective softly.

Jack ignored him. He hummed a little tune and picked up the candle, held it in his hand, and groped to open the door of the glass secret room.

The forensic doctor froze for a moment: "What kind of hero are you?"

"If I don't go, let the beautiful lady go?" Isn't it a matter of lowering the pain threshold.

While talking, Jack pushed open the door of the secret room, and poured a bucket of pungent kerosene on his head, drenching him completely.He went to the front of the groove and lit the candle in his hand, and the small dim yellow candlelight became two, in the darkness, like silent and smooth warm-colored ghosts.The jigsaw is right, there are long, thin and sharp spikes fixed on the ground, which can pierce the soles of everyone's shoes.Even though the threshold dropped to 30%, Jack still felt severe pain. One can imagine how painful 100% pain is. Another person has rolled to the ground and was burned into a scorched corpse.

He held the candle as if he was holding his own lifeline. The candle light illuminated the wall full of messy graffiti. He walked slowly from the door to the innermost part, and only found a few complete strokes among the intricate strokes. The calculation formula:

2?8=0?3?6=1

1?9=2?4?7=3

（4?9）×（6?1?9）=？

Holding the candle, Jack walked slowly back to the door. There were several holes in his feet, and the blood gushed out, soaking the soles of the shoes.Like walking in a swamp, every step is accompanied by the dull sound of water.As soon as he walked out the door, he threw the candle away and lay on the ground like a dead dog sticking out his tongue. The forensic doctor rushed forward and said, "Take off your shoes. I'm a doctor. I'll bandage you."

Jack hesitated for a moment: "Are you a forensic doctor?"

"At this time, we don't care about the forensic doctor or not." The forensic doctor didn't know whether to laugh or cry, dragged Jack by his legs to a relatively bright place, tore the white coat into strips and bandaged him.The wound penetrated the sole of the foot and must be debrided and disinfected as soon as possible, otherwise there is a risk of tetanus.Jack snorted twice, at this moment his interest was gone, his golden eyes were clouded with lifelessness: "9."

"Ah?" The detective was still doing mental calculations, trying to find the law from a lot of equations, "9? Why is it 9?"

"Count vertical lines. The fonts of these numbers are quite special. 2 and 8 have no vertical lines, so they are 0; 6 has a vertical line on the left, so it is 1; 1 and 9 each have a vertical line, which is 2; 4 has 2 vertical lines, that font, you can understand it at a glance, and then there is one in 7, which is 3, so in the same way, 4?9 is equal to 3, and 6?1?9 is also equal to 3, so 3×3=9. Boring Brain teasers." Jack gritted his teeth boredly, and said something Conan once said, "Damn word games. It doesn't give players any sense of accomplishment."