"Well...it hurts..."
Hattori Heiji groaned and opened his eyes, finding that he was still in darkness.
As his consciousness and senses awakened, he soon felt a cold touch infiltrating his body against the ground.
This is...where?
Hattori Heiji subconsciously wanted to stand up, but he didn't realize that his hands were tied behind his back with a rope. He stumbled and almost fell back down.
There is no need to doubt that he has been kidnapped again, and it is not clear how long he has been unconscious...
Hattori Heiji lay on his side on the ground, somewhat dumbfounded.
Do you want to be so weak...
Fortunately, the kidnapper's binding techniques were very unprofessional. Having learned escape techniques from an old detective, he was able to untie the ropes in just a few minutes.
Underneath him, there was still the hard and cold floor.
Hattori Heiji didn't stand up in a hurry this time. Feeling the numbness coming from his wrist, he gently turned his neck.
Instantly, there was an indescribable pain in the occipital bone, like a chrysalis butterfly breaking out of its shell, along with the memories before coma.
"Well..."
Hattori Heiji groaned in pain again, he remembered.
In order to find Brother Geng who disappeared from the room, he followed the sound from the corridor and came to the hall alone. Then he saw a mysterious man wearing white socks on the stairs, and an old butler pushing a dining cart in the middle of the night. .
Then, the hands of the clock fell from the old butler's pocket on the carpet. He walked up and picked it up...
"correct."
He murmured quietly.
It was at that time that the murderer suddenly attacked him from behind.
He didn't even have time to look back at the murderer, and his consciousness was swallowed up by darkness the moment he was attacked...
Hattori Heiji blinked. As the pain subsided, he could vaguely see the general outline of this space.
Of course, it's only vague, and the specific things are still unclear.
The numbness on my wrist has gradually turned into the itching sensation of ants crawling on me.
It should be a wound caused by friction when breaking free from the rope. I hope it won't be infected by fungus.
He put his hands together and brought them up to his eyes to confirm. As a result, not to mention the haziness, it was even darker than when he first opened his eyes.
I am definitely not blind.
However, this does not seem to be a problem that these weak lights can solve...
It is useless to think too much. Now you still need to figure out where is the best place for you.
Hattori Heiji stood up and came to the wall on one side.
The walls were uneven, and in some places there was even thick, moist liquid.
Through these tactile sensations, it can be roughly judged that this should be a secret passage or dark room in the castle.
The mobile phone in his pocket and the hands of the clock were missing. The possibility of falling in the hall was very low. It should have been taken away by the murderer.
And judging from this, the other party is still a person familiar with this castle.
Based on this, Hattori Heiji directly ruled out the suspicion of the twin brothers.
Of course, the old butler pushing the dining cart in front of him had no chance of attacking him.
It seems that...the only suspects left are Miss England and her lawyer.
"Brother Gengyi must have also encountered danger..."
Hattori Heiji thought as he moved slowly, sometimes raising his feet and sometimes squatting down, groping the nearby walls and floors as much as possible with his hands.
Although there is no evidence to support it, based on my experience as a detective, the probability that the murderer threw him near the entrance to the secret room is very high.
This is a very normal psychological behavior. For example:
A person should abide by the rules outside, observe the corresponding etiquette in public places, not make noises, be polite to others, and do things in an orderly manner...
But no one can guarantee that such a person who is very strict about rules no matter what he does will, like ordinary people, throw away his shoes and clothes after returning home, or even leave his clothes without a bath towel after taking a shower. Walking around the house naked.
In short, if the murderer also believes that the 'secret passage' is safe, then instead of blindly wandering through it, he might as well try to find an exit nearby.
Eh?
A few seconds later, Hattori Heiji tripped over something at his feet.
He quickly squatted on the ground and groped around, and then touched a cold face with concave and convex features.
hiss...
He knew this was a person, but he had no way of knowing who he was.
This is different from the excitement of the touch box game.
Fortunately, Hattori Heiji was experienced. He calmed down and continued to move his hand to the other person's neck.
There is no beating, the person is indeed dead...
Then, his hand continued to move down and touched the collar, buttons, and...
Well, it's a man...
Hattori Heiji didn't find the lighting equipment from the other party. He didn't have high hopes from the beginning, so he wasn't too disappointed at this time.
It's a pity that there is no lighting, so it seems difficult to determine the cause of death of the deceased.
There was no smell of blood nearby, and no obvious wounds were found on the body. The man's hands were not tied, and there were no obvious hard lumps in his mouth, throat, or abdomen. Since he did not die from a blunt or sharp weapon, maybe... he was poisoned or... asphyxia?
hiss...
There shouldn't be any snakes, spiders or crabs here, right?
Thinking of this, Hattori Heiji got cold. Although those things are far less scary than humans, in the face of death, whether it is a 'pistol' or a 'submachine gun', if you have to be more serious, it seems that the only thing you can do is:
Uh-ah...plop, and uh-uh-uh-ah...plop;
The difference.
"Let's look for it again. Since it's a switch in a secret passage, it must be set where people can touch it..."
After a moment of silence, Hattori Heiji stood up, stepped directly over the body, and continued to search along the wall.
Another five minutes passed.
Hattori Heiji stopped his movements helplessly. He leaned his back against the wall, sat on the ground and began to pant slightly.
Sweat rolled down his temples.
He was not afraid, but because the movement of constantly raising his arms had stretched the back of his neck, and the area where the murderer had hit him became swollen again.
He had thought that at this time, Geng Yi would suddenly appear in front of him like last time and resolve the crisis at hand very neatly.
But this time, even if he didn't check whether the other party was safe, he probably wouldn't even know where he was being held.
Hattori Heiji thought, and his consciousness began to blur again.
After that, he woke up briefly several times, but every time he opened his eyes, the scenery he saw was no different from before.
It was still pitch black.
In confusion, his body posture gradually changed from leaning against the wall to slumping to one side.
This is a very slow process, so slow that even during his multiple awakenings, it evolved into a frame-skipping animation.
Suddenly, Hattori Heiji opened his eyes.
He seemed to have thought of something and turned to look in the direction of the previous corpse.
