873: Day 4

Perhaps he could use this lie detection opportunity on this uncanny rule to verify if he was really the murderer!

This thought had already emerged in Mo De's mind after he realized there were suspicious points about his original self.

However, in his hesitation, he still couldn't use the lie detection opportunity.

Adding this lie detection chance he held, he had at least three accumulated chances left.

If he still hadn't determined who the murderer was within these two days, it wouldn't be too late to finally test the truth of the uncanny rule's first piece of information.

This line of thinking was also the most stable way to handle the situation.

If Rule 1 was correct, then the case ending here would be the best outcome.

But what if, after verifying the first uncanny rule, the System said he wasn't the murderer?

That would be a complete waste of this limited lie detection opportunity.

Mo De was supposed to meet Old Tang Na tomorrow.

Therefore, this current lie detection opportunity seemed very precious.

Besides.

He himself wasn't going to run away.

With the murderer not yet determined, and the two days about to end, the truth of Uncanny Rule 1 must be revealed.

As the line of black text for Uncanny Rule 1 gradually faded.

Mo De's thoughts jumped slightly; what if he really was the murderer, then the way to break the situation was to kill himself?

This was not a friendly way to handle things.

Taking off the gun from his waist, Mo De reached out to turn off the light by the bed, but suddenly paused.

His gaze fell upon his palms, sleeves, and clothes.

He saw.

Most of his clothes were stained with red mud.

This mud...

Looking at the red on his palms, and then noticing the red mud on his body under the light.

Mo De recalled that he had fallen in the Redwood Forest, and this was probably the mud he got there.

While thinking this, A Man frowned.

That's not right!

If he remembered correctly, he fell onto a pile of dirt.

Although the outside of the Redwood Forest was all red mud, the mud deep within the fertile forest that endured the cold winter was black!

Even if he fell, it was highly likely he would be covered in black, not this red mud.

In his memory, this pile of red earth was next to a well.

And directly in front was a wooden house...

In front of the small wooden house in the Redwood Forest, a well, a pile of red mud.

This thing seemed to have nothing to do with the case...

After contemplating for a while, Mo De found this information wasn't useful and stopped thinking about it.

What he should focus on were the preparations needed when facing Old Tang Na after waking up tomorrow.

The third night.

Mo De slept much more comfortably than before.

However, in his dreams that night, he could still hear the girl's mournful cries from outside the door.

This was no longer considered an disturbance.

The next day.

The sunlight outside shone warmly through the window.

Mo De stretched lazily.

But the next moment he snapped back to reality, got up, and checked the time.

7:00

Good, he didn't sleep too late.

Daytime was precious, and Mo De didn't dare to waste it.

【Congratulations, you have successfully survived three days. Among your batch of a hundred people, 6 passed away forever yesterday!】

【Please choose a scene from a deceased person's life to learn more information.】

Not long after waking up, the black text blocked the sunlight from the window and appeared before Mo De's eyes.

"Six people!"

Although Mo De had some estimates, knowing the death toll still left him a little unsettled.

That meant, among their batch of a hundred people, including himself, only two were still alive!

These eight people had all survived two days of trials, but he didn't expect the elimination rate to still be so high.

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Mo De didn't delay too long and randomly chose one from the six names.

'Cheng Hongwu.'

After confirming to watch the replay of the other person's death, a light screen appeared before Mo De as he was getting dressed.

This was a dark scene.

In the pouring rain, the night was clearly visible.

In this scene, a bearded A Man with indifferent eyes was carrying something and walking towards the house.

During this process, Mo De could see that what the other person was carrying in his hand was an arm cut off from someone!

"Dear, why are you back so late?"

When Cheng Hongwu arrived home, his wife got up complaining.

Facing his approaching wife, the bearded A Man handed over the severed arm, he didn't know whose it was: "I finally managed to get this meat, take it."

Mo De's eyelids twitched slightly.

This guy's perspective was truly unusual.

Indeed.

The rules only said that meat was needed, and didn't specify what kind of meat.

He really didn't violate the rules.

If it wasn't for this point, then for which step did the other person die?

Watching his wife take the meat to the kitchen, A Man turned and waved to the doll not far away: "Come, Una, this is your gift."

As A Man spoke, a doll exactly like the one Mo De gave Una yesterday appeared in his hand!

This was another correct answer!

The situation that followed was as expected.

Una showed her love for the gift and in return gave Cheng Hongwu a clump of hair.

At the same time, the girl then asked A Man to play hide-and-seek.

"Clap, clap!"

Two slaps that made Mo De inwardly cheer landed squarely on Una's face.

Cheng Hongwu, this guy directly slapped the girl twice!

He must have also seen that uncanny rule, but what he didn't expect was that the other person actually believed this rule and gave the girl two big slaps!

What a pity.

He should have done the same to Una last night, so he wouldn't have had to face the danger in the subsequent hide-and-seek.

However, from another perspective, it was precisely because of the game of hide-and-seek that he found the basement in the house and subsequently learned some things about his original self.

Looking at Cheng Hongwu in the scene, he shouldn't have died because of this choice.

So what was the true cause of his death?

While Mo De was thinking, his gaze didn't move from the scene at all.

Then, something that made his heart clench began to unfold in the scene!

He saw.

Una, who had received two slaps from Cheng Hongwu, was silently hanging her head, her hair falling down like black ink!

"Dad never hits me."

"You... aren't my Dad, are you?"

As Una spoke, her long hair spread out like Ghost claws, and as she lifted her head, a pair of extremely black eyes conveyed endless danger!

"Strangers cannot come home."

In the scene.

Cheng Hongwu's usual fierce expression was finally filled with fear at this moment.

He chose wrong!

This was not the correct answer!

Unfortunately, the test was already submitted, and the final result was already determined!

Mo De could see.

Una's numerous hairs instantly pierced into Cheng Hongwu's body like steel needles, piece by piece!

The environment, which was clearly dark, now seemed to be stained with blood, turning blood red!

When this scene ended, Mo De took a deep breath and calmed down.

Wrong.

The correct choice he thought was correct was wrong!

It was truly unpredictable.

This question could almost be said to be a high-probability death trap!

According to what Mo De was thinking at this moment.

Even if others were like him and chose the correct option of playing hide-and-seek with the girl, everyone would definitely find it difficult to find the wardrobe in the house and would not be able to hold out until the wife called out for dinner!

This was a question with a minuscule chance of survival!

Sitting on the head of the bed, he rubbed his brow.

From the scene just now, Mo De also learned some information.

Una said a sentence before killing Cheng Hongwu.

"Dad never hits me."

It was impossible for a strange creature created by a rule to lie when speaking before killing the chosen person.

So, that means the original Sheriff was a good Dad to the Child?

However, in his relationship with his wife, there were conflicts?

Looking at it this way, his original self should have had basic bottom lines.

Before Mo De could ponder for too long, a new round of uncanny rules began to refresh.

【Uncanny Rule D】

【1. You are a respected good Sheriff, please do not use torture, that will trigger the devil deep within people's hearts.】

【2. Bosen is still alive, you were lied to!】

【3. The house you are staying in is not your home. Before 12 o'clock at night, take your only relative back to your real home. If you are late, the Owner of this house will come back.】

...

Today's uncanny rules were only three short ones.

Although there were only three, the information in each one was absolutely important!

Especially the second and third ones!

Among them, the information in the second one 【2. Bosen is still alive, you were lied to!】, made Mo De frown.

If it weren't for the high probability of lies in the information from the rule uncanny, Mo De would probably have broken down.

This second uncanny rule appeared without any basis.

In Mo De's opinion, it was highly likely to be false.

After all, there was a post-mortem report.

And the third rule.

Mo De saw it at a glance, this was today's fatal danger!

Yesterday was buying meat, today was moving house, there were really a lot of things to do.

But if this place wasn't his home, then where was his real home?

While Mo De was thinking, he fumbled in his pocket for a moment, and suddenly a key appeared in his hand.

This key, which glowed with the black luster of the System's prompt, was precisely the key that his original self had always carried with him!

From the moment he first noticed it, Mo De had not ignored it.

And he had been constantly guessing about the lock it might open.

But so far, there was still no clue.

"Dear, breakfast is ready."

Outside the door.

The woman's voice sounded as usual.

Mo De opened the door and could see his wife standing before him, showing no signs of abnormality, and next to her was his daughter Betty, holding a doll.

Seeing their expressions, Mo De understood that everything that happened yesterday had been washed away from their memories once again.

"Here, your favorite sandwich."

At the dining table, his wife handed Mo De a sandwich.

Looking at this thing, Mo De took a deep breath and, following his previous behavior, took the sandwich with him.

This thing.

Did his original self eat this every day?

Casually throwing it into the nearby trash can, Mo De started the police car and drove towards the breakfast shop.

The faint morning sun sprinkled over the Town, and as the cold wave receded, a new day dawned.

It was also the second to last day.