Chapter 262 The Shell That Was Forsaken

There is no doubt that this is a "note" left by Huang Mao.

According to the fact that doctors can't see them...

This may be the "voice" of these people.

The two notes belonging to the tinkerer and the philosopher that Annan saw last week still exist. It's just that the philosopher's note has no blood on it and is brand new.

The obvious difference from last time was that this time the sticky note was not bloodstained, but was roughly circled with a black marker.

Annan originally wanted to read other notes—but except for the three he had already seen, the rest became blurred.

But it doesn't matter much.

Because at this moment, the door suddenly opened and someone came in from the outside.

One of them was the "tinker" who looked like an autistic child.

And the other person...

It was a rather haggard-looking man with messy hair and stubbled beard.

——Annan can recognize it, he is the philosopher who "swinged" at the door before!

"Old woman... you guys are here first."

Seeing the two of them, the philosopher barely raised the corners of his mouth and showed a smile that seemed quite coping.

Generally speaking, it’s like when the wife just cheated, the child failed the exam, was sprayed by passers-by for no reason, and then patiently explained “why you can’t do this” to the leader who doesn’t understand anything... Very A forced polite smile.

Both of them are obviously not the kind of talkative people.

After sitting down...they never spoke again.

The doctor looked at the tinker, as if he wanted to say something. But the tinker kept his head down, realizing that he didn't meet the doctor.

In the end, the doctor sighed silently and didn't say anything.

As he himself said - he was a deserter.

The awkward silence didn't last long. The tinkers hadn't warmed up their buttocks before Abor helped the pregnant lady and knocked on the door.

The pregnant woman, who looked quite fat, entered the door shouting:

"Doctor, I feel very bad recently... Am I going to give birth?"

"Let me see, ma'am."

The doctor behind Annan said in a deep voice.

He pushed Annan's wheelchair to the table.

Walking to the door, he and Uncle supported the fat pregnant woman to sit at the table. And Uncle also sat down, took a deep breath, and drank a big mouthful of water.

"Don't be in such a rush to drink water," the doctor reminded, "it's not good for your health."

"Oh, thanks……"

Abel replied.

At this moment, Annan said loudly, "Where's the boy Huangmao! Has any of you seen Huangmao?"

With the identity of the "old woman" that Annan is playing now, it is really normal for him to question the whereabouts of Huang Mao, the "employee at large".

Therefore, no one was suspicious.

Abe is still recalling: "I saw him before... just a few hours ago,

He also ran into my wheat field. Trampled down a lot of my wheat. "

"When I went out... I saw him too."

The philosopher said, "I see him coming in this direction—has he not arrived yet?"

"have no idea."

The doctor replied, "When we came in, there was no one here."

"Not necessarily, doctor."

The old woman played by Annan gave a mean smile: "Although there was no one in the room when we came in..."

As Annan said, he got up from the wheelchair with great difficulty, reached out and tapped the edge of the table lightly, attracting the attention of the people around him.

"Look at this, friends.

"The one who's going to have shoe prints on the table at my sister's house, I think."

At the location Annan pointed to, there was very obvious dust. That was the mark where the shoe was carried on the edge of the table.

"That is to say, Huang Mao has been here once. But for some reason, he left again."

The doctor thought about it.

"More than that," the tinker spoke for the first time at this moment, "Since the ashes are still on the table, it means that he didn't say hello to my sister when he left. Otherwise, my sister must have cleaned the table. .”

To be more precise, it should be that after Huang Mao left here, my sister didn't come out of the kitchen.

Or……

Annan turned his gaze to the kitchen.

"Doctor," he said in a hoarse voice like a crow, "go ask my sister—does she know when the yellow hair came and when it left?"

"...Well, let me ask."

The doctor was obviously hesitant, as if he didn't really want the old woman to find Huang Mao.

But seeing that no one else objected, he still walked over.

"Sister? What are you doing?"

No matter how the doctor knocked on the door, no one opened the kitchen door.

"The sound of boiling stew can be clearly heard inside, but there are no footsteps or other sounds..."

The doctor turned around, showing hesitation, and replied to the crowd: "Could it be that the two of them went out together before we came?"

"Are you stupid?"

Annan asked bluntly: "If they all go out, who shut the door of this kitchen?

"Go and knock the door open. If I'm not mistaken... there might be something wrong inside."

——But who exactly caused the accident is not certain.

Annan silently added this sentence in his heart.

He just sat in the wheelchair like this, watching the doctor knock the kitchen door open—

I saw the yellow hair hanging in the kitchen of my sister's house, it had been dead for a long time

He looked like he had hanged himself, but there was no stool under his feet.

The position where the yellow hair was hanging was on a large fan that was rotating slowly... Like a roast chicken in the fireplace, his body was also rotating in place along with the fan.

But he was not hung up by hemp rope.

It was the black stockings that should theoretically not be able to support his weight at all.

But the "sister" is not here at all.

Long before Annan and the doctor entered the door, Huang Mao had already been hanged here!

It is consistent with the situation in the first chapter - at that time Annan could see bloody handprints on the philosopher's label, and it turned out that the philosopher had a lot of bleeding when he died.

But the yellow hair was marked with a black circle, and was "hanged by black things" as a result.

This is some kind of intelligence? Or some kind of prophecy?

--of course not.

Because it's actually a cipher.

Someone is sending some kind of information to Annan through this method - he can also see this label. And he wanted Annan to know about it.

"……Ah."

The corner of Annan's mouth rose slightly: "It seems that the third week will not be used."

"what?"

The doctor asked with some doubts: "What did you say?"

"There is only one person who can do such a thing."

Annan said to himself.

"He, like me, is an outsider in this nightmare—we are both strange things."

That is another side of Annan.

In other words, the "past self" that was once forgotten by Annan. Therefore, the reminder that only Annan could see will be changed.

"In the death of Huang Mao, the murderer is obviously 'sister'. She didn't make any cover up about it.

"According to this answer, we can trace back to the source... In the death of the philosopher, the murderer is also the 'sister'. No matter how she leaves the kitchen, when everyone has gathered together, she Both were the only ones without an alibi.

"That is to say, what is different from me is that the identity you 'randomly' get in these two reincarnations is fixed.

"Why, is this some kind of test you are putting on me? Or is it a boring game for [self-entertainment]? With so many clues left behind, I don't think you have any hostility towards me."

"—of course, neither."

My sister's gentle voice sounded from the living room: "You guessed wrong...you guessed wrong by about one-third."

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