Suspicion

Suspicion

"Isn't that obvious?" the burly player by the aisle said at once. "Weren't we trying to figure out who did it from the start?"

The player with the severed fingers glanced at him in the dark before replying, "I mean, if that's the case, then we don't have to figure out exactly who it was."

That was the normal way to handle a train ride.

"But we were nearly killed in our sleep just now," Xu Jinfeng said. "What if it happens again later?"

They wouldn't always be so lucky as to wake up in time. They might end up like the two corpses in the carriage, beheaded without a sound.

"How about we check the carriages ahead and behind us?" Xu Huo suggested. "If things are the same there, we can just shut the doors and stop suspecting each other."

"Who's going to go out?" Xiao Xianglin asked.

"I'll go take a look." The player who'd been smoking stood up, sounding impatient. "It's such a trivial matter, and you're all going on and on about it."

Without waiting for anyone to respond, he opened the door and went out, then thoughtfully closed it behind him.

The others "watched" him enter the opposite carriage, then heard two more doors open. Soon, his footsteps returned.

Xiao Xianglin, standing by the door, let him in. The man said bluntly, "A few people are dead there too. They died in about the same way."

"Well, the killer sure ran off fast," the female player said.

The players in the carriage began to feel the situation was tricky. Xu Jinfeng said, "There aren't any extra people in our carriage. Can't we just shut the door and be done with it?"

"What if the killer is one of us?" the female player countered.

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