The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 67 My Name is Jon

really.

When Li Ang heard Charlotte ask "Who are you?", his heart skipped a beat, just like a grumpy chef.

But he didn't utter a curse; instead, he maintained his composure on the surface.

His feelings at that moment were like having painstakingly progressed through a game all night, finally reaching a crucial point, only to wake up the next day and realize he forgot to save the night before.

The game is still here, the characters are still here, but all the bonds and affection levels, as well as the newly unlocked special CGs, are gone.

Tragic, absolutely tragic.

However, he noticed a hint of scrutiny in Charlotte's gaze as she looked at him and Alice.

"My name is Leon Moriarty," he introduced himself to Charlotte.

"Li Ang..." Charlotte murmured the name softly, her beautiful blue eyes initially filled with unfamiliarity but now filled with confusion.

Looking at her expression, Li Ang suddenly felt a sliver of hope:

Could it be that the detective's memory wasn't greatly affected?

After all, this woman had a criminal record. She knew the truth back at the Viscount's mansion, but she didn't tell him anything until he found out the truth himself, at which point she took action.

Who knows, maybe they're testing me right now.

"Do we know each other?" Charlotte asked, her tone polite yet distant, which sounded genuine.

"I know her." Li Ang's answer came almost spontaneously. He stared into her eyes, trying to see if the woman was lying. "Do you perhaps remember?"

"I don't remember." Her answer was crisp and decisive, without hesitation or doubt.

She then added, "But judging from your expression, we not only know each other, but we have a close relationship. The way you looked at me just now didn't seem like you were looking at a stranger."

Li Ang was silent for a moment. If what this woman said was true, even if her memory had been distorted, her detective-like observation skills were still working.

"Alright." He gave up on finding a clue in her face and tried a different approach, "So, do you still remember that you're the famous detective Sherlock Holmes?"

"Sherlock Holmes?" Charlotte frowned slightly. "My name is Jon H. Charlotte. Why would you think I'm Miss Sherlock Holmes?"

Li Ang was stunned.

Jon H. Charlotte.

When she uttered that name, it carried a certain certainty of certainty, as if it had always been her name.

It was as if she wasn't the famous detective Sherlock Holmes, renowned throughout London who had been solving cases since he was six years old.

After a brief moment of confusion, Li Ang thought of another possibility.

He never forgot the clue he'd seen on the detective from day one that had never disappeared—"Imitation."

He activated his ability and looked at Charlotte.

[Name: Jon H. Charlotte. Special Marking: Participant in the Witch Trials, identity memory being reset.]

The fake's notification disappeared, along with the unknown sequence abilities and sequence levels.

All that remained was a single, dry line of simple text, almost identical to Alice's.

However, he was unsure whether "Jon H. Charlotte" was her real name or a result of a distorted sense of identity during this witch trial.

"You seem worried about something," Charlotte's voice came from the other end. "Did I say something wrong?"

Li Ang shook his head, banishing the prompt from his mind and suppressing those chaotic thoughts to the deepest recesses of his head.

"No. It's just..." He hesitated for a moment, "You said your name was Jon H. Charlotte, but when I met you, you used a different name."

"What's your name?"

Charlotte Holmes.

Charlotte frowned again, this time more deeply. "Miss Holmes? But why... this is an offense to Holmes!"

"No. As for offense... never mind. Let's figure out the current situation first."

Whether it was their sudden appearance here or Alice's resurrection beside them, it was all too strange.

Just then, Charlotte suddenly spoke up.

"It seems we've been pulled into a space with special abilities. It must be the work of someone with those abilities."

She picked up a card from the table, pinched the edge with two fingers, and handed it to Li Ang.

The card is dark gray with a cool sheen and a fine pattern around the edge.

The front features a simple portrait, and below the name is a symbol that Li Ang has never seen before, resembling a closed eye entwined with three thorns.

The back is covered with dense writing.

"The mortician." Charlotte read the name on the card. "Her ability is that on the first and fifth nights, she can choose whether to be killed by someone else and enter a special death state. If she chooses to enter this state, she will not be affected by the witch's killing effects that night and will automatically revive at the end of the following night, and can participate in the subsequent voting process."

After she finished reading, she had Li Ang turn the card over and pointed with her fingertip to the rules printed in small font at the bottom of the back.

There are a total of seven rules.

[Article 1: Among the thirteen, one is a "witch," and the rest are "arbitrators."]

[Article Two: Each adjudicator possesses an identity card, which indicates their special abilities. These abilities are only available at the corresponding stage.]

[Thirdly, each night the witch will kill one Arbitrator, and the result will be announced at the start of the following day.]

[Article 4: During the daytime phase, all survivors will discuss and vote, and the survivor with the most votes will be executed; after the execution, the true identity of the executed survivor will be revealed.]

[Article 5: If the executioner is the true witch, the judge wins and this round of trial ends; if the executioner is innocent, the game continues and the next round of night begins.]

[Article Six: If the witch survives to the eighth night, all the judges will be annihilated, this round of judgment will fail, and all participants will be sacrificed.]

[Article 7: Sequence abilities are restricted within this space; however, the effects of some identity cards can bypass this restriction.]

What is this? A witch-themed werewolf game set in another world?

And why am I included among these thirteen people? I'm a man, how could I possibly be a witch?

That pink-haired girl named Rosalind is a little mentally unstable.

"You seem to know why you're here?"

"I'd say that's a stretch. Since you know this is a witch's trial game," Li Ang looked up at her, his tone becoming serious, "then why did you ask 'Who are you' just now?"

He looked into Charlotte's eyes, his question not one of doubt, but of confirming the extent to which her memory had been distorted.

Charlotte crossed her arms, leaned back slightly in her chair, and a familiar smile curved her lips.

"Because I really don't remember you." Her voice carried a hint of self-righteousness. "I heard a noise outside the door just now, so I knew someone was coming."