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The poet didn't think of anything at first.

Until last night, when Sunshine Three Butterflies provoked the housekeeper, the housekeeper took out his wallet and was willing to double the compensation.

——The wallet, at that moment, fell into the crack of the sofa.

When everyone went out to fight the fire, the poet couldn't do anything. When he was in a hurry, he saw the wallet.

He opened it and found that there was an ID card, a driver's license, and a family photo inside.It showed a man with gray hair and a tuxedo, like the one he'd seen in the handicapped restroom, not this one.

——Who would put the documents of irrelevant people in the wallet?

Unless the owner of this wallet is not me.

Think about it carefully, when the two of them entered the bathroom, the gray-haired man seemed to be acting stiffly?The person with the cane is clinging to each other, probably... forcing?

Later, the chief planner admitted to the camera and the chainsaw that among these people, there were insiders... What else could the poet think?

Thinking back to those red envelopes, they were all found by the housekeeper.

Doesn't that explain the problem?

"He will put red envelopes on purpose, and he doesn't want us to see the red envelopes. Naturally, we can't even find a hair!"

When the poet stayed in the lobby to write the program, he was always on tenterhooks, fearing that he would die inexplicably.

Now that they are all together, the butler brings up the red envelope again.The poet decided that he had to take this opportunity to lift the mask of the housekeeper and tell everyone to be careful.

After the poet finished speaking, both the detective and the doctor stared at the butler with meaningful eyes.

"I secretly broke the armrest of the sofa, and the wallet is hidden in it, you can see for yourself."

The poet, finally, has the final say.

"do not move!"

The detective looked at the butler who was still about to say something, fixed his eyes on him, and called the doctor, "Go find it."

The doctor took out the wallet according to his words. They were deeply impressed by the confrontation between the housekeeper and Sunshine Three Butterflies. The wallet was indeed taken out by the housekeeper.

And the ID photos and family portraits in the wallet are indeed not housekeepers.

--No.To be precise, the real butler is in the photo, not the person in front of him.

"Okay. You won." The "steward" put a smile on his face, still calm and composed, "Then let's get to know each other again. It's like—Mr. Detective pretending to be Mr. Security."

This hint... The poet was taken aback, feeling that there was some deep meaning behind it.

"I'm really not the real housekeeper—I hope someone can rescue him as soon as possible. But I have nothing to do with the insiders. Whose insiders don't even arrange a fake identity?"

As he spoke, he sat on the sofa under the stares of everyone, posed a comfortable posture, and said frankly: "The purpose of my coming is actually the same as this classmate's avoidance of perversion."

Immediately he told a cat-and-mouse story, which of course was embellished countless times in his mouth.

The detective is very good at summarizing. His conclusion is: "You defrauded more than a billion and were wanted by many countries. You have nowhere to go. You took the opportunity to steal other people's identities and come to the island to avoid risks?"

The "housekeeper" nodded reservedly: "It's not wrong for you to say that."

He spread his hands and said helplessly: "I wanted to take the opportunity to hide, but who knew that this place turned out to be a killing field. Believe me, I want to kill the mastermind more than anyone else."

"Why should we believe that you have no malicious intentions?" the poet bit the bullet and asked.

The "steward" shrugged: "It's very strange. Mr. Detective and I both contributed to the analysis and reasoning. You can accept a detective pretending to be a security guard, but you can't accept a wanted criminal pretending to be a butler?"

That's right, double standards.

The poet couldn't answer for a moment.

Suddenly there was a slight hum, the familiar sound of electric current flowing through wires.

The inn shines brightly.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and the next moment, the hair stood on end.

——Doctors, college students, poets, detectives and "housekeepers", there are quite a few alive people, all of whom are staying in the lobby. Who repaired this circuit?

Could it be that Sunshine Three Butterflies cheated on the corpse?

Through the glass, a figure swayed.

The next moment, the door of the hotel was opened——

"Sorry, I finally caught up, did I miss a lot of plots?" the visitor asked.

He also explained: "I thought there was no electricity here, and I repaired the distribution box just now. Fortunately, it seems that it was just an accident."

The person who walked into the hotel was gray-haired, tall, and well-proportioned.Wearing a long trench coat, he looked and spoke politely.

But the people present couldn't make an appropriate response for a while.

"Who are you?" The detective asked instead of everyone.

The "housekeeper" also turned his head to look.

The visitor's eyes fell on the face of the "steward", and he immediately showed an angry and restrained expression: "It's you!"

The "housekeeper" smiled, and greeted slowly: "Yo, what a coincidence."

The visitor strode towards the "housekeeper": "You should apologize to me."

The "housekeeper" stood up and bowed slightly: "Yes, I should apologize to you, but in fact I saved you originally, it is best if you don't come."

"Why?" The visitor was surprised.

At this time, the poet also recognized it: "You are the real housekeeper!"

"Yes, I am the full-time butler of Mr. Cai, the chairman of the Hurricane Group. Everyone calls me Old Henry." The real butler, Old Henry, nodded to everyone present, "It was my young master who was scheduled to participate in the show, and the master and wife do not allow him Shot, sent me over to replace him—too bad there was an accident."

The "accident", of course, was the fact that he was attacked by the "housekeeper".

"After I got out of trouble, the plane had already left. I reported the matter to the master and wife. After excluding other reasons, I determined that this was just an accidental robbery incident. Mr. Cai said that you can't do things halfway. He promised the program team to participate in the performance. Must be on the show. He arranged for a private jet to take me to the island to continue on the show…”

Old Henry hadn't finished his sentence yet, and the fiery eyes of everyone almost burned him: "You have a plane?!"

"Yes."

"Take us away! Now! Now!" cried the poet.

He yelled out everyone's heart.

——Finally there is a reliable means of transportation!

"Uh..." Old Henry was obviously at a loss when he arrived for the first time, "Are you stopping the show?"

"No filming, we have already died several people." The doctor replied, "This is a trap."

"Yes, as far as the current situation is concerned, the program team collected people who misbehaved but would not be sentenced to death according to the law, and executed them one by one in an eye for an eye." The detective looked at old Henry probingly, " Four of us died one after another, including the main planner of the show."

"What?!" Old Henry was taken aback.

"drop--"

The curtain suddenly opened slowly.

The projector lights up.

There was the sound of a fan spinning in the case.

The computer restarts automatically.

After the familiar startup interface, the video of Sunshine Three Butterflies popped up.

——It was late but arrived.

"You'll understand after reading it." The detective said calmly.

Old Henry turned his gaze to the curtain, on which a pink paper umbrella painted with cherry blossoms was revealed.

The paper umbrella "Gululu" rolled aside, revealing the Japanese-style room behind.One side is a sliding paper door, and the other side is tatami.

A girl in a kimono couldn't stand upright and fell on the tatami, throwing the paper umbrella aside.

The camera angle is tilted, a bit like a candid shot.

The slightly distorted voice of Sunshine Three Butterflies came: "Run, don't you want to run, [Muffling], the things you enjoyed last time, stuff them in from [Muffling] for me! Run!"

Everyone watched helplessly as he pinned down the thin girl, tore her clothes, and made many violent and cruel mosaic moves—finally, he stabbed an electric wire into two [mosaics] of the girl.

"Beast!" Old Henry couldn't help cursing.

Name: Yang You.

Position: freelancer, coser, private videographer.

Reason: cheating his girlfriend into having sex, abusing his girlfriend (16 years old) and forcing him to sell sex.

The projector turns off.The hall was silent for a while.

No one would have imagined that Sunshine Three Butterflies did such a cruel thing behind their backs.

It is true that the law stipulates that such a person is at most intentional injury and will not be sentenced to death.But the simple morality that normal people have expressed their opinions one after another: "Kill you!"

"Everyone made mistakes and escaped the punishment of the law, but they couldn't escape the punishment of justice, so a reality killing show was born." "The housekeeper" said, "After everyone dies, what mistakes he made will be broadcast."

Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled, pointed at the projector and said, "Guess, when the time comes, will my deeds be broadcast, or the deeds of this old Henry, or the deeds of that young master?"

"Projector?" Old Henry looked at the projector. "It's just a monitor. Shouldn't the video be stored in the hard disk? Haven't you seen it?"

"...Fuck!" The detective cursed.

It was really dark under the lights.

I was attracted by the poet's "hacker unplugging the network cable", so I just fulfilled what the poet said "check the hardware first".After the inspection, they urged the poets to work—they were all focused on the compilation of the "perpetual calendar program", and no one remembered to check the video stored in the hard disk!

"It's not too late to take a look." The "housekeeper" was about to go to the host.

"Don't move!" the poet called to him, "what do you want?"

The "housekeeper" said: "Since I came in midway, there should be no video of me. It seems more appropriate for me to check. After all, you may all..."

He didn't say it clearly, but everyone knew that there might be their ulterior secrets stored in the hard disk, and that's - let alone let outsiders know!

Although the crime does not amount to death, like the previous victims, it will arouse social anger.

"When you see other people's evil deeds, you will be filled with righteous indignation. But when it is your turn, you will cover it up. This is also a double standard." Seeing the gloomy eyes of everyone, the "housekeeper" suddenly smiled slyly, "Okay, I won't watch, I even agreed to destroy the hard drive. But who of you can guarantee that you will not die like the crime you have committed? At the critical moment, do you still have to fight alone? "

"This Mr. Detective has already proposed twice. Everyone should be honest and tell what they have committed. I know what he means, and I will be prepared to die accordingly. But there is a big flaw in his proposal—"

The "steward" continued with a smile: "Everyone's weakness is mastered by others. Either help each other and form a strong alliance. Or fidget and not kill all the insiders. I will never be reconciled."

"On this isolated island, people die one after another, the atmosphere of horror and blood is high, and the moral sense will be lowered unconsciously. Besides, we are not clean people. Not left."

The "butler" calmly said, "This is the purpose of the reality killing show, insiders—Mr. Detective!"

The author has something to say: Brother Yan: After counting, this dungeon is about to end, the murderer gradually surfaced, and the person who guesses correctly will not get a red envelope.Stand Hands.jpg

System: The countdown until I become a human in the real world... Within a week!I swear!