After broadcasting the ancient times live, I handed the system over to the state.

In this hedonistic lifestyle, Lombard and Cresson gradually began to dance together.

Dr. Armstrong, as if struck by a bolt from the blue, said to Sheriff Bloor, "Look, look at them, don't they look like Mr. and Mrs. Owen?"

Suspicion and vigilance arise once again here.

The joyful atmosphere came to an abrupt end, and the four people parted ways, each with their own thoughts.

Bloor then recalled his career, in which he caused a person to be sentenced to death for perjury.

He was still reminiscing when he heard a noise outside. He quickly went out and found Armstrong, so he called Lombard to follow him.

But they gained nothing.

The next day, when Lombard woke up, he found a gun on his bed, which was his own.

Only three people remained in the room, and the three of them suspected each other.

Lombard and Cresson felt they couldn't go on like this and decided to ask for help from the outside world. However, Bloor didn't follow them, and by the time they returned to the villa, Bloor was already dead.

Three little soldiers were playing in the zoo when a bear slapped them, leaving only two soldiers.

When Sheriff Bloor's body was found, it was also 'bitten' by the bear's head in the room.

At this moment, only two little soldiers remain on the table.

They ran out of the villa, only to find Armstrong's body; he had apparently drowned there.

Now it's really just the two of them left here.

Claythorne begged him to move the body, but took the opportunity to snatch his gun. As the two began to stand up, the people under the sky felt a strange thrill.

Only the two of them remained. The killer was either Lombard or Cresson. In the end, Cresson killed Lombard, fired all his bullets, and became mentally unstable.

The scene then flashes back to Cresson, who was in tears during his interrogation.

She is the single teacher of Cyril, the son of a wealthy single mother, and she falls in love with the boy's uncle, Hugo.

If Cyril hadn't existed, Hugo would have inherited the estate, but she deliberately let Cyril drown for the sake of her beloved.

However, she overlooked the fact that Hugo didn't need it, and that Hugo truly loved Cyril.

In a state of mental confusion, Cressorn returned to the villa and hanged himself.

Just as she stood on the stool and hung the rope around her neck, the door to the room was suddenly turned, and someone she never expected appeared.

In a panic, she kicked over the chair and began to struggle, staring intently at the person who had entered.

The newcomer was dressed in a very neat suit, and after adjusting his sleeves, he sat down in the chair directly opposite her.

Having manipulated everyone, he sat there calmly with a faint smile on his lips.

Claythorne could never forget that face, but wasn't that person already dead?

"Two soldiers, standing in the sun, one of them snatched the gun, leaving only one of them."

"A lone soldier, all alone, hanged himself for the rest of his life, leaving none behind."

He slightly raised his chin.

Those under the canopy were astonished. How could it be him? Wasn't he dead? Dead from a gunshot wound to the head!

Some people had actually guessed the murderer before, but since the murderer was already dead, they thought their guesses were wrong.

Now this person who was supposed to be 'dead' has reappeared. It turns out they weren't wrong; the murderer simply faked his death in this cunning way and then reappeared!

The visitor was none other than Judge Wargrave!

With a mocking smile, he placed the two toy soldiers on the table.

“What are you thinking about? Internal organs, liver? And intestines,” he laughed. “The doctor said I was dead, so you all believed I was dead and didn’t even check. But with the doctor’s help, this matter is much easier to handle.”

“As more and more people die, he’s so eager to form an alliance with me,” Judge Wargrave said, his smile remaining unchanged, a faint one. “I wonder if he thought I would save him when he ran away?”

“My tumor has spread, and now I’m just waiting to die. But before I die, I’ve decided to do something.”

“Edward Seton, a man who committed many crimes, the evidence against him was so horrific that it was not suitable for public release. The newspapers were all pleading for his innocence, but when he was hanged, he looked at me and knew we were the same kind of people…”

"However, there is a difference between Seton and me. He killed innocent people, while I killed guilty people."

Judge Wargrave chuckled again, “How interesting! When the police arrive, they find a room full of corpses, clues about Owen everywhere, but they can’t find Owen himself… What a perfect crime!”

"And poor Judge Wargrave, who could possibly know that he was the one who orchestrated all of this?"

Claythorne tried to persuade him, telling him to play the victim and figure out how to fool the police.

Judge Wargrave began to get excited, then stood up and immediately pulled away the chair that had just collapsed and was barely supporting her.

Hearing a 'crack' sound, the woman swayed in mid-air.

The judge, in a chillingly ruthless manner, closed the door and returned to the spot where he had 'died,' stepping over the corpse on the ground.

The ten toy soldiers on the table were put back together.

He took a sip of his drink, placed his glass on the table, and then placed another glass opposite him, creating the impression that someone was sitting across from him.

Then he pointed the gun at his own throat, and when he fired the bullet, the recoil of the gun caused the bullet to hit the opposite side.

He looked up at the ceiling, a hint of pleasure in his eyes.

The image was focused on his eyes for a very long time, and then it was focused on Soldier Island.

The final ending was so utterly speechless and chilling.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Feng Menglong slammed his hand on the table. "I want to write stories like this too!"

He looked up at the screen, where a dense barrage of comments had covered the entire view, all discussing the final outcome.

(Ming Dynasty, Zhu Houzhao: I guessed that woman was... I thought it was... who would have thought it would be this judge.)

(Song Dynasty, Bao Zheng: Some of their cases will be reported in the newspapers, but many cases will not. Only the police and judges can access the case files.)

Due to the different national circumstances, Bao Zheng could only make a rough guess. In the end, he chose the judge, having already guessed some things, especially when the doctor was so eager to cover up the judge's death, which made him even more certain.

But the process of resolving it still left me feeling incredibly anxious.

Who knew there were such clever tricks!