I Was Once a Legend

The man lay on his back on the bed with his eyes closed. If it wasn't for the ears, nose, and mouth to have blood flowing out, the bed was stained red, and it was more like falling asleep.

There was a large blood stain at the door of the room, and there was no blood anywhere else.

Seeing that Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng entered, many pilgrims couldn't wait to follow them, fearing that they would miss important clues when they were late.

Wangque didn’t dare to enter the house. Alan Dong Linhai was outside to accompany her. Lin Hangzhi went to inspect the body. He just reached out and wanted to examine the most fatal places of the person, but he was stopped by reaching out.

The man was Heinrich, and he reminded Lin Hangzhi with a smile: "If you rush to check it out, it will destroy the original appearance of the corpse? It is better to find a professional person."

"I am a doctor." Lin Hangzhi pushed his arm aside and opened the corpse's clothes for inspection while saying: "Graduated from the School of Medicine of Z University, after eight years of undergraduate and doctoral studies, he worked in the top three hospitals after graduation. For four years, I thought I was the only person here capable of examining the body."

Heinrich was also very interesting. He saw that Lin Hang's technique was very professional, so he didn't bother to talk about it.

There is also a man and a woman standing behind Heinrich, guaranteeing that no one can mess up, obviously his teammate.

Cui Zuojing turned around in the room, and Yu Guang swept across the door, and happened to see the indifferent man who met by noon standing in the crowd beside the door, staring at the body on the bed, frowning.

The deceased was a pilgrim who entered the box alone like him. Is he afraid that he will also be killed?

Cui Zuojing didn't know what to do, even thinking about the man's expression, and rolled his eyes when the teenager realized what he was doing.

He is idle.

"Male, about 35 years old, 177cm tall, Asian, there is no fatal wound on his body, this symptom is not like poisoning..." Lin Hangzhi carefully tilted the head of the body to the side, and there was a thin and unidentified liquid. He slowly flowed out of his ear.

Lin Hang's face immediately changed.

Lin Hangzhi opened the corpse's eyelids, pressed his temples again, stood up, and said to Dong Zheng: "His brain tissue has been destroyed."

Cui Zuojing has checked the room here: "What?"

According to the rules of the hospital, Lin Hangzhi pulled the quilt on the side to cover the body: "That is to say, the brain tissue in his skull has become a puddle of mud, and the cerebrospinal fluid will flow out after shaking."

Cui Zuojing: "........................"

"The plaque is obvious, he is a pilgrim, and the time of death will definitely not be before noon today, that is to say, he was killed in the room shortly after he entered the box."

Lin Hangzhi turned around and said to the many pilgrims who were watching him: "The deceased died from the destruction of brain tissue. Apart from this, there were no other injuries, especially the skull, which was very complete."

"What do you mean?" someone asked.

"The skull is the most important protection for the brain, eliminating the possibility of his original illness. All medical cases of accidental brain tissue damage are basically accompanied by some damage to the skull. According to the crew, he did not receive it before the body was found. Any distress message, posture of the body and blood stains on the scene also indicate that the deceased died immediately after the damage, so if it is a murder, the murderer must not rely on external force to kill him."

"That means the murderer killed him without physical conflict with the dead?"

"Yes." Lin Hangzhi wiped his hands vigorously on the sheets, and said, "Probably that is the case. If any of you don't believe my test results, please take a look at yourself."

This thing is put in the case that Lin Hang will never believe in his judgment, but now they are in pure white land, in a monster box, nothing is impossible.

He sighed secretly, you said he was a doctor, but why did he do the forensic work?

The three of them walked out of the room together and made a walking gesture to Linhai.

The crowd in the hallway was too chaotic. Dong Zheng's room was on the upper floor. After everyone entered the room and confirmed that the door was closed, they were finally able to discuss it openly.

Cui Zuojing: "You said that there were only 29 people at today's luncheon, the less is him."

Dong Zheng: "Well, I have no impression on him."

Lin Hangzhi murmured: "It's a bit scary. It's like some kind of mysterious power destroys his brain in an instant. He has no room for resistance and he dies."

"The murderer is not necessarily a person." Allen leaned against the table and said, "I don't know any monsters in the box this time, but if it is related to this, then you must be careful. Except for Dong Zheng, we don't have any. Enough mental strength."

The deceased entered the box alone. No one knew who he was and what his name was. He died in a corner of the world again and again.

This incident made the people on the ship panic, except for the pilgrims, for them, it was just the hands that ripped open the illusion of prosperity and prosperity.

The next day the captain heard the news-because of the shooting requirements of the program, cameras were installed in many corners of the ship, probably only the director knew the exact location of each camera, and the crew checked all the monitoring records during the time of the incident , I never saw anyone coming out of the victim's room.

It seems that there is no such murderer at all.

The existence of monsters seems to be an unspoken fact.

Even so, the filming of the program must proceed as usual. Such a luxurious voyage is of great value. The director also has a task. If he can’t shoot a good program, the consequences will not be seen by him or the sponsors behind him. .

As a prisoner, Cui Zuojing was not assigned a room and slept with Dong Zheng. Fortunately, the bed in the room was large enough, and the two were more than enough to sleep.

He likes not to wear clothes when he sleeps, and there is only one pair of pants on his body. Anyway, he has been bound with Dong Zheng for three months and has been familiar with each other for a long time. There is nothing to avoid.

But Dong Zheng does not seem to think so.

"There are obviously pajamas, why not wear them?"

"It's so tiring and uncomfortable to sleep in clothes." Cui Zuojing took it for granted. "Why don't I wear pants even if I'm taking care of you?"

Dong Zheng: "...................................."

Without giving him the opportunity to speak again, Cui Zuojing Liluo untied his trousers and stepped aside, rolled around on the bed and hugged the quilt to cover himself.

"Trouble turning off the light," he said.

For Cui Zuojing, it was a very comfortable and comfortable night to sleep. Dong Zheng did not whisper, grind his teeth, and turned over at night. He was very quiet.

When he woke up the next day, Dong Zheng had already gotten up, and the man was standing at the door, getting his identity card and assassination target for this round of game from the staff.

Half of Cui Zuojing's face was stuck in the pillow, squinting as Dong Zheng closed the door and turned around. The morning sunlight spewed in from the outside through the curtains, stroking his cheeks and exposed shoulders and arms.

This bed, this quilt, this slight bumpy feeling, it is too comfortable.

"Mission card?"

Dong Zheng raised his eyes and saw that half of Cui Zuojing's body was exposed outside the quilt. He couldn't hold his gaze at the teenager's collarbone. He continued to look down at the words on the card: "Well, my assassination target is a clock. The craftsman must use a glass to remind him that his mother tongue is not English."

"Would you like me to help?"

"No, there should be no need to deal with the show too seriously, this is not the main line of the box."

Cui Zuojing nodded. He rubbed his eyes to get up, put on only one pair of pants, took Dong Zheng's sunglasses, and ran to the sun on the open-air balcony.

The shooting range is in all places except the power cabin, including the residential area.The vast majority of people are performing in concert. The teenager tilted his feet, drank lemonade to drink lemonade, and watched the show with Victor lying on the small round table.

The shooting was not as easy as Dong Zheng thought. The monitoring on the ship did not capture all the pictures the director wanted, so he also arranged a cameraman to follow the shooting. During the show, everyone also needed to ignore the cameras that were not behind them all the time. Only the teacher and the camera can do it.

The victims' bodies were thrown into the sea after being cleaned up after being discussed by the management on board. Their voyage would last for two months. Even if the bodies were refrigerated in a freezer and buried on the shore, it would be too long.

The sea is the most natural grave.

Two days have passed since the filming, and the first round of events soon ended.Dong Zheng was eliminated on the 21st. He "died" from an umbrella during the meal-assassination-in fact, he was hit by a flying umbrella.

He was killed by the Argentine girl who had always been with Heinrich. She threw a kiss at Dong Zheng, picked up an umbrella, and looked for the next target.

The show allowed casualties during the filming process, but until the end of the first round, it was only that someone was cut by a knife and suffered a slight injury.

Everyone is a pilgrim, knowing the preservation of strength, and wisely not choosing internal friction when the main story is not announced.

But seeing this harmonious scene, the director should be quite disappointed.

On the fourth day of rest, the program team seized the time to sort out the materials they shot for the next round of the game.

It was also at this time that the crew in charge of the food warehouse found something wrong-the loss of food on board was more used than in the restaurant.

He carefully counted the remaining reserves, and the missing food was about the weight of three people for five days.

Gabriel II had just five days from Canada.

The crew reported the matter to the first officer. After carefully asking all the restaurants and bars, the first officer came to an obvious conclusion-

There are at least three stowaways on board.

"Smugglers? Then pull them out!" Director Asker learned that he didn't even think about it. He felt extremely angry. In his opinion, he killed a guest and destroyed the perfect killer of the show. , Has defaulted to those abominable stowaways.

"You think it's too simple." The first officer shook his head. The ship was too big. The cruise ship with a capacity of 4398 passengers had less than 600 crew members. The manpower was not enough. Even if a full search, there would be many To the place.

"Otherwise let them stay on the ship, steal our food, and land in France two months later?" Asker waved excitedly. "Please, they have killed one of us. Who can guarantee the next one? Not yourself?"

"Don't be so excited." The first officer frowned and pressed him into the seat, saying:

"We have already figured out a way. Next, the crew will strictly control the food on the boat, and there will be no food. Sooner or later, the stowaways will show their feet. When the time comes, we will have hundreds of people. Can't we still catch the three of them?"