The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 68 One of you is a mole

"But I didn't know if they were friend or foe. Asking 'Who are you?' was the quickest way to tell. And your expression clearly showed it." She tilted her head. "That 'I know you, but you don't know me' look... it's impossible to fake."

"So, do you actually have amnesia?" Li Ang couldn't help but ask.

"I've lost part of myself," Charlotte readily admitted. "I only remember my name and identity, nothing more."

Li Ang didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or continue to have a headache.

Clearly, Charlotte's memories have also been distorted and reset.

But at least she's better than Alice. Although she'll be confused, she won't be too lost. She still retains the most basic memory framework and the detective's observation skills.

"Are you still able to use your abilities?" He changed to a more direct question.

Charlotte didn't answer immediately, but instead narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Li Ang again with that scrutinizing gaze.

"From the very beginning, the questions you asked me were strange." She deliberately slowed her tone. "Not only did you call me Sherlock Holmes, but you even asked if I could use my abilities. What exactly are you planning?"

"I don't have any plans." Li Ang scratched his head. "I just want to find out how much of your memory you still have."

"It seems that in your memory, I should be someone who can use abilities. But my self-perception is—"

Charlotte spread her hands, making a "that's it" gesture.

"I'm just an ordinary person. Jon H. Charlotte. I have no special abilities, I'm not even a detective, much less the Sherlock Holmes you're talking about."

Li Ang sighed inwardly.

That's it. Their strongest detective, who possesses daily automatically refreshed resurrection coins, has, under the influence of the "identity distortion" in this space, directly believes himself to be an ordinary person.

Could this be the effect of rule number seven? Sequence abilities can't be used? But banning Charlotte, who can revive after death, is just too overpowered, isn't it?

But the description of the mortician's abilities on that identification card looked very familiar. They all mentioned the ability to resurrect after being killed, a complete replica of her own abilities.

So, did this space simply reset everyone's memories, or did it also block their abilities?

The test is quite simple; just kill Charlotte.

If her abilities remain, she will revive after a certain period of time. If not, she is truly dead.

Li Ang dared not gamble on this at all.

He couldn't use her life for experiments, especially under these special circumstances.

Just as he can't point a gun at his temple with an unchecked magazine, pull the trigger, and then pray that there are no bullets left.

He had just suppressed these thoughts in his mind and was about to say something when suddenly the space in the center of the room distorted, and a person appeared in the next second.

With long pink hair, deep red eyes, and a lazy smile on her lips, she sat in an armchair that appeared out of nowhere, legs crossed, as casually as if she were waiting for guests to arrive in her own living room.

Rosalind Castlere.

She was the very culprit who instantly killed Alice in the trial hall, throwing herself and Charlotte into this inexplicable witch-killing game.

She glanced at the three people in the room and said, "Don't worry. The others will be here soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, several doors appeared on the walls around the room.

Immediately afterwards, footsteps came from behind the door, which was then pushed open one after another.

One by one, people came out from behind those doors.

Li Ang glanced around and recognized quite a few people.

Shirley Eckert was scratching her head and looking around, her eyes bright, muttering something like "Wow, that's amazing."

The high-ponytail detective Fibel, who doesn't like to talk to people, the armed detective Elena, and Lucartasia, who had come to greet them earlier, were all rubbing their temples and looking rather unwell.

The remaining faces were those of the other detectives in the courtroom at the time, plus Li Ang himself, making a total of thirteen people, including the presiding judge, Eloise Hope, who came out last.

The other person quietly walked to the round table, without looking around like the others. He simply raised his eyes slightly and calmly looked at everyone present through his glasses, especially Rosalind.

Everyone except her wore expressions of confusion, clearly affected by the distortion of their memories and identities.

"Wow! That's amazing! This must be a supernatural event, right?" Sherry said with a smile, scratching her head.

It was that familiar smile and carefree tone; could it be that she wasn't affected by this space?

So Li Ang asked, "Shirley, do you remember me?"

"Huh? How do you know who I am, young man? Have we met before?"

Okay. I overestimated her.

Rosalind and everyone else walked to the round table before nodding in satisfaction.

She snapped her fingers, and a gray-white card appeared in front of everyone except Li Ang at the same time. It looked exactly like the identity card in Charlotte's hand.

After everyone had received their cards, Rosalind stood up from her chair.

She took out a similar gray-white card, flipped it over, and read the contents aloud word by word, just like a teacher reading a text to students.

"Welcome to the Witch's Trial."

"The rules are simple. One of you twelve is a witch mole I've planted. Every night, she will kill someone. Every day, you will all vote for the person you believe is the witch. The person with the most votes will be executed."

"If the one executed is a witch, the trial ends, and the rest of you may leave. If the one executed is not a witch, the witch continues to kill, and you continue to vote until the seventh night ends and everyone is dead."

"If you do nothing, the witches I've arranged will all kill you."

She raised her hand to cover half of her face, revealing only her deep red eyes.

"So, everyone, let's do our best to find the witch. I'm really looking forward to seeing the results."

After she finished speaking, she tilted her head and looked at the crowd, as if waiting for applause.

"What a joke!" A voice exploded from the crowd, carrying an undisguised air of hostility.

Li Ang looked in the direction of the sound and saw it was Caltacia.

She stood with her hands on her hips, chin slightly raised, eyes glaring at Rosalind, her face clearly saying, "I'm not buying this."

"What witch or whatever! What voting execution! You lock us up in this godforsaken place, say a few nonsensical things, and we're supposed to play this murder game with you? Who do you think you are?"

The girl's voice grew louder and louder, and by the last few words, her hands had unconsciously clenched into fists, with bulging veins visible on the back of her hands.