章 321: Chapter 300 Wherever the Thigh Goes, It's Still a Thigh_1

"Could it be that I'm a masochist?"

"Who would have thought a detective novel could be written like this!"

Dezhi tends to guess the murderer while reading the novel, suspecting one by one, excluding one by one, almost guessing the motives and methods of every person he suspects...

But still, he was outwitted by Chu Kuang!

So, when he saw Poirot reveal the name of the murderer, he was shocked, his hair standing on end, and cold sweat flowing.

Shocked, he also cursed, feeling like the author was making fun of readers -

Which was indeed true.

Chu Kuang was actually making fun of readers.

From any standpoint, the word "making fun" is not an exaggeration.

But why did Cao Dezhi feel embarrassed?

Because this was not a simple April Fool's prank, it was an intellectual crushing!

Through confessions and case analysis, it can be seen that...

Except for some revealing clues that Chu Kuang had to avoid due to the way of narration, he didn't deliberately hide any clues in the book.