The lights on the trial stand were still so cold, and a small half had left, adding a few abrupt points to the original full of positions.

Merlin also stood on the stage, constantly looking around in a cramped atmosphere. When he saw Sheldon, he found that his "father" was also watching him.

"It's okay." Sheldon smiled gently, "But, I'm really sorry for you after this journey."

"Well." Merlin didn't know how to answer, after all, he realized that he was still a very young child. He looked innocent and smiled at Sheldon, and refused to continue to answer, and turned his head.

"After a day, everyone should have a little idea." Barbatos looked at everyone with a condescending look, "So, do you still need time to argue?"

No one answered.

"Then," the puppet sitting on the stage seemed to have become different from before, and the red light in his eyes became even deeper and suffocating. "Just start voting directly."

Unsurprisingly, everyone voted for the dead Houston. What's even more interesting is that the icon representing Houston was actually grayish-white. Sheldon hadn't noticed before that everyone at the trial could even vote for the deceased. Of course, this did not violate the rules set by Nightmare. After all, premeditated suicide is considered a murder.

Soon, the white lights rotated and finally gathered together. The bright silver rune spots appeared out of thin air and arranged in front of everyone, forming familiar words.

[Congratulations... everyone! The murderer in this case is: No. 1!]

[Since the perpetrator is himself, he cannot perform the due execution. I am very sorry.]

"It's really an unexpected result. I remember that when he sealed me, it was so glorious~" Babatos jokingly, "I've just caught the handle and become my nourishment! The great Babatos, the king of nightmare!"

"Just shit!" Nightmare cursed in Meilin's sea of ​​consciousness, "It's really a shame for Nightmare..."

"Okay..." Marquez was no longer surprised, "How has the magic absorbed?"

"As expected, just be sloppy." Merlin said easily, "It is still very easy to kill this Barbatos in seconds."

"..." Marquez had never seen Nightmare speak like this, "Then can I use your magic?"

"Yes, but now is not the time. I have closed your perception of magic. It will not be too late to turn on it. If I want to take action, I will help you."

Anyway, this power is ultimately controlled by Nightmare, so Marquez can't say much.

"Also, your body is different from that of ordinary people." Nightmare reminded, "Your body and mine are in a semi-spirited state, that is, a semi-magical state."

"What does this mean?" Merlin clenched his fists, and he could easily sense the existence of his body.

"We both now share control of our bodies, of course you are the master controller." Nightmare explained, "You are now giving me some of the rights, mainly controlling the magic. If you want to force it back, I can't do anything, but I advise you not to do this."

"What is semi-magic?"

"This is a word I made up myself, because it is more intuitive." Merlin continued to explain, "that is, your current body can switch from the body of the body of the more casual nightmare. Of course, the body of the nightmare also has many restrictions. At most, it only makes your body more elastic and can isolate most of the impact. Don't think about it, we are not a nightmare after all."

"Of course, not human."

"But... if you switch frequently, your body may be infected by rune power, and may become extremely fragile, and I don't know." Nightmare's head hit Marquez with a blow, "The body has its limits, and the magic of our nightmare has no limits. When the body and magic power continue to merge, your body may have a series of changes...I only know these."

Marquez was still a little puzzled: "So what? What do you want to tell me?"

"Please take care of your body! I will disappear even if you lose it!" Nightmare said angrily, "So, it's better for me to deal with some things."

"I didn't say I didn't let you do it...I haven't tried to feel as leisurely as you." Marquez said shamelessly.

"Come on, you can watch yourself first." Nightmare hummed softly.

Since there is no execution, the meaning of Babatos staying here is up to date. So, the puppet stood up from his own seat, and his wooden mouth kept opening and closing: "But this game is almost over. If you continue like this, I believe that the [Murderer] has nothing to do, right?"

Only then did the rest realize that there was still something like the [murderer], and they couldn't help but turn their heads, look at each other, and keep looking at everyone around them.

"But this is also a matter left to you, and it has nothing to do with me." Barbatos said coldly, "But there is still a last step in this trial. Are you willing to give one person as the price to leave the dream world?"

The puppet raised his hand, and his hard shell turned cold and slightly yellow under the pale light. As the oil flashed, a dark red light lit up in the obsidian-like dark eyes.

"Haha..." There was a naked mockery in his smile.

No. 8 immediately snapped off the button on the table. His choice was [Reject]. In an instant, everyone turned their heads to him, and their faces were not very good. Although Sheldon knew that the ticket would probably not come out any results, the rejection was too fast!

"I don't want the person who dies." No. 8's throat voice was hoarse, as if he had a mouthful of thick phlegm, "That's all."

Now that things have come to this point, everyone originally wanted to say something, but for some reason, the words they say are like a thorn in their throats, like extremely strong wine that can't bear to swallow, making their hair stand on.

The voice he spoke without hesitation, nor was he afraid as before. Instead, he had a sharp blade, as if he could appear beside everyone in the next second, inserted the dagger into the other party's chest, and then pulled it out without any mercy, drawing out dizzying blood.

"So..." Peman's cheek twitched. This was his first time talking to the controller of the dream world. "Is there anything else?"

The puppet laughed, his body raised strangely, as if he was pulled by a lever. Then, he clapped his hands, and the tilted lights in the air gradually rotated and left the court, screaming and retracting.

"Of course-- nothing is wrong." Babatos tilted his head and joked, "You are so attentive, you are so hard-working that you have not yet waited for the insufficient guest rooms... It's really courageous~"

Sheldon immediately picked up Merlin and showed his identity as not a [murderer] around him, but his face tightened. He did not hesitate at all, and walked out before Babatos finished speaking. His leather shoes hit the ground, making a bang, and circling silently in the small corridor.

"Okay..." Barbatos said aggrievedly, "Since you don't want to listen to me, then I don't need to stay with you for a long time. After all,... there are other people waiting for me. Huh! Huh!"

"The murderer is now in a very unfavorable state," said Nightmare next to Marquez's consciousness. "Using the ability to kill people and be harmless on the day, he can commit murder without realizing it, and he will be murder without revealing any flaws."

"Why is it said that it is not good now?" Marquez was a little confused. "Can't he kill people the same?"

"Because as the number of people decreases, the identity of the murderer is becoming clearer now." Nightmare said, "Of course, this has nothing to do with going out of the dream world. This problem is basically unsolvable."

"Okay..." Marquez now has full self-knowledge.

He had been telling himself before that his body was still a child, his body was still a child, and his body was still a child!

"I don't know where your father is going to take you, it should be going to the guest room."

As expected by nightmare, he was indeed taken to a brand new guest room. Sheldon carried him to the center of the bed, and sat on it, breathing a sigh of relief.

Sheldon himself had no confidence, and he was actually afraid to die. You know, when he first thought that when he was killing someone, he almost fainted. However, his concern for Merlin finally saved him. Of course, what Sheldon thought at that time was that if he died, who should he entrust him to?

The purpose of his carrying the child back was actually because Merlin looked too tired, which made him a little worried about whether the child would fall down in the next second.

"Huh! It's okay... It's okay!" Sheldon stretched with satisfaction, like a child who successfully avenged himself. "Do you want to sleep for a while? After all, I've been struggling for so long before."

"Okay..." Merlin was really tired, and it took him a lot of effort to run around before, "It's really tiring..."

"Haha..." Sheldon did not rest with Merlin in the end. He sat with Merlin for a while, and soon climbed out of bed and carefully checked everything in the room. He stuffed the weapons allocated in the room into the drawer, took out a book from the bookshelf, and prepared to flip it out thickly.

Dong! Dongdong! Dongdong!

The door was knocked. It seemed that someone was looking for him or his child. Of course, the possibility of finding his child was very small. Carefully measured the possibility that the other party might rush in and commit an offense. Sheldon put the weapon assigned in the guest room into his pocket, tiptoed to the door, and opened the wooden door.

"Shh!" After opening the door, sheldon's first thing was to put his index finger in front of his mouth and signal the other party to whisper, "The child is resting."

Martin nodded, and after receiving Sheldon's permission, he closed the door softly, and the two of them started talking quietly outside the door.

"But you have worked so hard that I wondered if I should have a wife and have children in the future. Think about it, milk costs money, clothes costs money, food costs money, toys costs money... everything costs money! Like my dead salary, where can I keep it... The dirt cost of one gold coin! Grab the money! Does that guy Charlie know what gold coins are? The kind of gold coins that can be bitten in one bite! No one collects privately cast rags..."

"It will naturally not be so hard to have a wife... Besides, taking care of children is always easier than me." Sheldon was speechless.

"You have money, but I don't have money!" Martin's tone was firm. He paused, his lips raised, and his eyebrows raised slightly, "Brother, why don't you give me some? In this case, you might be able to buy a house early and help me get out of the bitter sea of ​​allocating dormitories?"

"Come on, you, instead of daydreaming here, it's better to think about how to get out of the dream world now." Sheldon laughed, and the accumulated tension in his daily life finally let go of it at this moment. "There are not many people now, and what Barbatos said is not right at all. The [Murderer] itself has not taken action, but there are so many people. With so many murders, we can already preliminarily infer which people may be [Murderer]."

Seeing that Sheldon had no intention of taking on his topic again, Martin sighed and kept turning his mouth down: "Okay, then let's talk while walking. The director has personally invited everyone to the restaurant to hold a small meeting again, which should be about the identity of the [murderer]."

"Then nothing happens if my son is... Since everyone goes," Sheldon nodded. Instead, he stayed in the room as an obstacle to Merlin's rest. "But in the end, people will definitely die again, because the trial must be held after the murder case, which means that if no one is killed, the remaining rooms will be swallowed by monsters in the dream world, and we will also have to finish playing."

"Then aren't we falling into a dead cycle?" Martin wondered, "Is there no solution?"

"Yes," Sheldon said lightly, "there are many ways, but it depends on what the price is."

First, using brute force to destroy the entire dream world, or tear a hole apart, can make people in and out. However, this price is usually too high, and the torn dream world is often quickly repaired. Under Sheldon's guess, only one can go out, and if it is opened again, he has to open it again. He doesn't know whether he has this ability. Besides, even if there is, he must take his son out. Secondly, he is still a comprehensive affairs management consultant in the Dream Department. Isn't it too conscience to run away by himself?

The second method is the very common murder trial. Generally, two people have to die at a time. If you want to go out, you have to sacrifice an additional member. But the problem lies here. Several people have been tried in succession, but no one is willing to be the victim.

"I believe you want to live too." Sheldon smiled and patted his shoulder affectionately, "Don't worry, you are my subordinate now."

"Well..." Martin was a little confused at this time, "But it's really a pain for you, and your son was also involved... I don't know what the Shi Mengshi will become this time."

"Take one step at a time." Sheldon said freely, "You should also know the third method, that is, the last surviving person wins."

There are fewer and fewer members nowadays. Although the definition of the murderer is becoming clearer, the motivation for murder is becoming stronger and stronger. You should know that according to what Barbatos said, [Murderer] kills people basically won’t make any noise, and they will die as soon as they touch them. If there are only two people left in the end, one of them is a low-level warlock with nothing, then what capital does the other party have to fight against the murderer?

"That's right," Martin hunched his back in frustration. He had no strength to sigh, "I don't want to die either...I still have so many good times..."

"Let's go and have a look first. After all, there is only one [killer], and now we still have the advantage of the number of people." Sheldon was much easier than before. "Everyone was present at the meeting. Once they touched and killed someone, they would definitely recognize the [killer]... Then look at the arrangement of No. 3."

Martin nodded, and there was no more text. The two stopped talking, accelerated their pace, walked through the crimson carpet, and walked through the gap between roses and roses. They walked down the mature and mature ladder again, their perspectives constantly changing, and they tacitly maintained, and now they were only solidified silence.

The two of them heard the bustling inside the door not far from the restaurant door, which must have been quite lively. Sheldon first pushed the door open, and Perman, who was standing at the door, turned his head first, and the chirping conversations suddenly stopped with their arrival.

"Welcome." Peman reached out and greeted the two of them, "Then let's sit down."

"I just sent my son to the guest room for rest, and he was really tired." Sheldon said in a voice that everyone could hear, "So, what are we going to do next?"

"We also believe that a child aged one or two or two, two or three years old should not have the ability to do something bad." Peman originally wanted to use this sentence to ease the nervous atmosphere when he argued before, "We were talking about what to do next. The time and the number of people left are not large. Although there is no solution now, it is still important to discuss countermeasures."

"The main reason is that the identity of the [murderer] has not been revealed yet..." Sheldon muttered quietly. When he looked around, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be one missing here. "Wait, is there anyone else not coming?"

"Yes..." Peiman said a little embarrassedly, "No. 8 he refused to come no matter how he persuaded him. Judging from that attitude, I believe you can't do anything to him."

"Really." Sheldon agreed, "just hope he is not [the murderer], and it's not too late..."

"Since everyone is here, let's start the previous issue. That is to say, if there is another murder case, how should we deal with it next." Peman clapped his hands and said in the tone of the Director of the Mission Department, "If you want to speak, you can raise your hand."

For some reason, since Sheldon and Martin arrived, the atmosphere of the conversation seemed to have changed, just like a stinky sock stuffed in the middle of the salted fish. I couldn't understand it, so I had to cover my nose and find something useful among all kinds of nonsense.

So far, the most convincing thing is that the murderer will be forgiven, but will be used as the price for others to leave the dream world. Sheldon proposed that now they just assume that the behavior of [forgiveness] can continue to go out of the dream world in the end. If you find that there is no further information after forgiveness, it will be troublesome. When a person dies and nothing is done, it is really a headache. What's more, whether it can succeed if you really do this is still an unknown. However, this matter has finally made some progress.

There is still a lot of time today, and they can talk about the meal and the quarrel after dinner.

“Ho…Ho…Ho…Ho…”
To be continued...