Kapitel 161: Chapter 157: The Question of How to Survive Now

The mansion, once resplendent and luxurious, crumbled to ruin in an instant. The walls exuded traces of decay, and blackness spread downward from the second floor.

The doors and windows of the mansion clattered as if a fierce gale was blowing outside, or as if countless hands were frantically pounding on them.

"The situation is urgent, we should no longer concern ourselves with who the murderer is, we must quickly end this... and find out the truth!" the pianist spoke rapidly.

He pulled out his diary and flipped to the last page, which listed various manners of death that occurred in the mansion, its meaning self-evident.

Upon seeing this, the manservant took a deep breath, drew his revolver, and said, "Alright, I'll be honest, I have the gun!"

The female writer's earlier conjectures had, in fact, precisely hit upon his thoughts.