"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
who? Who is knocking
Xia Yihui woke up in an instant, and sat up from the bed in a 'teng' all of a sudden.
The first thing you see is the environment of the hotel. The simple and elegant decoration looks exquisite, but it doesn't have the slightest sense of home.
[Breakfast time, 10 points will be deducted from physical strength.]
Hearing the electronic sound, Xia Yihui's perception returned.
Yes, he was thrown into an escape game, and now he is killing a werewolf instance, after two nights of 'fighting', there are still six players surviving...
"I am a witch, Li Bier is a prophet, and Qiao Fei is a hunter. Zhang Zhou and Yao Xiangbao are wolves, according to the current guess." Xia Yihui smiled with interest, "That is to say, there are still A wolf can hide really deep."
Jin Yuan, Yin Wei, Ma Lianshan... who is the wolf
With a bottle of milk in his mouth, Xia Yi said vaguely, "Here, come, stop knocking, the door almost punched a hole in you."
When we reached the entrance, Zhang Qingyu was standing by the door. The door was knocked and moved, but he stood by and looked at it indifferently, and he didn't intend to open the door, as if standing like this, the person who knocked on the door could walk by himself.
Xia Yi said amusedly: "Where is the door god here cos?" After speaking, he went to open the door.
Zhang Qingyu quickly reached out and stopped Xia Yihui. His eyelashes drooped, looking like a row of crow feathers fluttering slightly from top to bottom, cool and reserved.
The sunlight came from the side, coating his whole body with a thin layer of golden light, like a supreme immortal who does not eat fireworks and has fallen into the mortal world, struggling with how to use the remote control, which is really unnatural and cute.
It was widely rumored that Xia Yihui was taken care of by Zhang Qingyu, but looking at Zhang Qingyu's appearance and temperament, Xia Yihui was more inclined to be the one who took care of Zhang Qingyu.
Logically speaking, Xia Yihui was not willing to let go of such a fairy-like person, and Zhang Qingyu didn't seem like someone who would change his mind easily.
So why on earth did they break up
It's so weird...
It doesn't help to think about the past. Still worry about the copy in front of you.
Xia Yi took a look at the cat's eye, and there was a ponytail outside the door.
"Why don't you open the door?"
It's just an npc, not a reptile, so what's there to worry about
Zhang Qingyu pursed his lips and remained silent as he looked at the door.
Although he didn't speak, his expression didn't fluctuate much. But strangely, Xia Yihui saw a trace of displeasure on his face.
If the dungeon can be visualized, then a small ghost can be seen floating out of Zhang Qingyu's body. Maybe this ghost still covered its mouth and nose, and walked away from the door in disgust.
Xia Yihui immediately understood.
Yesterday, his physical strength almost went to zero, and he entered Zhang Qingyu's room after making a fuss, not because of the ponytail.
Zhang Qingyu even blew out the lights in the corridor yesterday, probably because the ponytail was too noisy, so he didn't want to open the door now.
Xia Yi gurgled milk and started to 'coax the children' wholeheartedly.
"Don't want to open the door?"
Zhang Qingyu looked at the milk box in Xia Yihui's hand with a calm expression.
"Don't want to see the woman outside the door?"
Zhang Qingyu frowned slightly, and glanced at the door that was about to be demolished as if in disgust. Soon, he set his sights on the milk carton in Xia Yihui's hand again.
This is unwillingness to communicate... Xia Yi was at a loss, so he could only shake the milk bottle in his hand, put the mouth of the bottle under Zhang Qingyu's lips, and said with a smile: "It's our Master Zhang who wants to drink some milk to calm down, open the door?"
Zhang Qingyu tilted his head, avoiding the milk bottle, and said in a muffled voice, "Not angry."
"Yes, yes, you are not angry, and you don't hate the woman outside the door. You are the most Buddhist man in the world." Xia Yihui couldn't help laughing out loud.
Zhang Qingyu's lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to refute, but in a blink of an eye, seeing Xia Yi's smiling eyes shining like stars, he suddenly stopped, and finally turned his face away, and said flatly: "You can say whatever you want."
Xia Yi almost choked on milk, bent over and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha..."
Dekong glanced at the barrage, and the live broadcast room was full of wolves and tigers, all howling, saying that such a great master Zhang exudes a strange cuteness.
There is a manic knock on the door outside, but there is harmony inside the door.
After laughing enough, Xia Yihui began to reason again earnestly: "I'm annoying her too, but the plot of the dungeon has to go. Besides, what's your rivalry with an npc? Zhang Dashen, don't you think so?"
"There is no rivalry." Although Zhang Qingyu said so, Zhang Qingyu's attitude has indeed softened a lot.
Squeezing the milk box flat, Xia Yihui stuffed the box into the space and opened the door.
Outside the door was a ball head full of anxiety. Behind her, people in police uniforms walked back and forth in the corridor. At the same time, the smell of blood wafted into her nostrils.
Wanzi's head was so anxious that tears could only spin, muttering back and forth: "It's over, it's over."
Xia Yihui said comfortingly, "Don't worry, just speak slowly."
He led the ball into the house, poured her a glass of water, and she drank a couple of sips before she regained her composure.
At this time, she didn't care about Zhang Qingyu in the room, so she went straight to the point, "Another person died last night!"
Xia Yi paused for a moment, of course he knew that another person died yesterday. The werewolf killed Qiao Fei, Zhang Zhou, and Yao Xiangbao, making a total of three people dead.
But at this time, he still pretended to be panicked, and asked in a low voice, "Who died again?"
Wanzi wiped his tears from his head and said eloquently: "Last night, a gunshot rang out. I was terrified, and quickly called Senior Zhang. But his phone couldn't be reached, so I took my colleague out to check. .”
"Senior Zhang was shot dead, and the body was in the house. The death condition was very miserable. Our team dispatched a lot of police officers, and found that the deceased Qiao Lan's sister also had an accident. She died in the bathtub, and her body was bitten by wild animals. There are traces of scars, arms are broken outside the bathtub, you said that the awards ceremony is perfect, how can there be beasts... "
As he said that, Wanzi's profile picture remembered something bad, and he turned his head and covered his mouth, as if he wanted to retch.
Xia Yihui hurriedly helped her into the bathroom and closed the door for her. The sound of vomiting immediately came from the bathroom.
Only Xia Yihui and Zhang Qingyu were left in the room.
The two of them looked at each other with ugly expressions on their faces.
Xia Yihui said: "Qiao Fei was killed by a werewolf, so the body will have marks of beast bites. Zhang Zhou was killed by a hunter, so he was shot."
Zhang Qingyu said, "Yao Xiangbao also died yesterday."
Xia Yi nodded and said, "He was voted out. Unsurprisingly, he committed suicide."
Sure enough, when the meatball head was vomited out and sat down again, the first sentence was, "Just now, the organizer Yao Xiangbao jumped off the building!"
Seeing the silence between Xia Yihui and Zhang Qingyu, Wanzi was very anxious and cried: "It is said on the Internet that this awards ceremony was cursed by demons, so so many people died. People in our business don't believe in monsters and ghosts." It’s said, but things have developed to this point, I really have to believe it if I don’t believe it.”
"Xia Xia, you and Young Master Zhang go out first, anyway, get out of this ghostly place first. Here... it's not safe anymore."
Xia Yihui said, "We can't leave."
The place where the dungeon takes place is in this award-giving area. Maybe as soon as you leave this building, the electronic sound will judge that the player is playing passively. How can they leave
The head of the ball was silent, and finally covered his face and cried bitterly, "Even someone as powerful as the senior died, I am very scared, I am really scared..."
In Xia Yihui's eyes, maybe this is a dungeon world, but Wanzitou is a flesh and blood person, she has thoughts, selfishness, and fear.
So when he saw Wanzi crying, Xia Yihui, who was not good at dealing with such situations, suddenly felt a headache.
He reassured him indiscriminately, "It's okay, if you think about it, you may not be cursed, maybe it's just a serial murderer."
Wanzi paused for a while, and cried even harder.
Xia Yihui: "..."
He turned his head to ask Zhang Qingyu for help, but saw Zhang Qingyu folded his arms and retreated two meters away, looking at the head of the ball coldly.
There is a mysterious atmosphere around him, that kind of atmosphere is oppressive and breathless, and we usually call it murderous.
Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, Zhang Dashen seems to hate seeing others cry the most.
Xia Yi scratched his head irritably, thinking whether to throw the meatball head out of the room first. Otherwise, if Zhang Qingyu thought she was noisy and killed her directly, then even ten mouths would not be able to tell.
Fortunately, there was a knock on the door at this time, interrupting Xia Yihui's stillborn plan.
When he opened the door, there was an anxious ponytail.
"Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time!" After scolding Wanzi, the ponytail pulled her behind her, and the defensive Chong Xia said, "Why did you drag her into your room? What a shameful idea."
If Dou E is still alive, she will definitely gloat that there is someone more wronged than her.
Xia Yihui shrugged helplessly, "This has nothing to do with me, she knocked on the door and came in by herself."
"You're talking nonsense!" Ponytail was about to retort, but the ball head behind her pulled her sleeves, and said something in a low voice, and Ponytail's face suddenly seemed to be scorched by fire, and finally had to say angrily, "Forget it." Now, I won't quarrel with you. Your manager is also looking for you everywhere, but you are wandering here. "
Xia Yihui didn't pay attention to the word "slutty" in her mouth, but she was full of doubts: "Sister manager? Why is she looking for me?"
The ball head widened his eyes in surprise, "Don't you know? I thought you knew. The press conference will start in 20 minutes. You should hurry to find her. She is almost dying of anxiety. The matter between you and Li Bier has been taken care of." The villain was exposed, now..."
"Why are you talking so much with this plague man? Let's go and let him fend for himself. It's better to lose face in front of the whole country." Ponytail's lips curled into a vicious smile, and he deliberately pulled the ball head away , Don't let the meatball head finish the rest of the sentence.
"..." Hongmenyan, this is it.
Zhang Qingyu's clear voice came from behind, "She seems to have something to say."
Xia Yi was helpless. With the expression on the head of the ball, it is obvious that there are important things that have not been said.
The plot setting of this dungeon is really unappetizing. First, there are criminal suspicions, public opinion pressure, and the danger of OOC, followed by the constant doubts and troubles from the npcs, and now this is happening again.
He clearly knew what might happen, but he wanted to whet his appetite.
Zhang Qingyu said, "Don't go. It's not safe."
Xia Yihui shook his head and said, "Go even if it's not safe, otherwise you will be ooc."
Zhang Qingyu pondered for a while, then said: "Then I will go with you."
Xia Yi was surprised for a moment. Think about this kind of drudgery, if it was him, then he would definitely not go.
He would rather stay in the room for a whole day than go out to meet a large number of NPCs, at least his stamina will be deducted from ooc, and at worst he will die directly.
The safest place is to stay safely in the room, isolated from the world.
But now, Zhang Qingyu could have stayed in the room, but he decided to go out and follow his adventures.
Touched for a moment, Xia Yi turned around and thought about it.
From the novice dungeon to here, whether it is a reptile or a campus arena, there is a truth revealed, that is, if you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get a tiger's cub.
Only by paying can we get higher returns.
Maybe it's just that the great gods have extremely high self-pursuit? What is he doing here by himself.
Xia Yihui, who thought he had discovered the real reason, immediately felt at ease, and nodded slightly as a tacit consent.
The two went back to the house to change their clothes, counted the items in the space, and then went to the press conference location.
Along the way, people coming and going all paid attention to Xia Yihui and Zhang Qingyu. The look in their eyes was implicit in the gossip, as if they really wanted to strike up a conversation, but they were too embarrassed to go forward directly. In the end, they could only stay away. look at.
Xia Yi remained calm and didn't care about the eyes of others at all. Zhang Qingyu on the side was even more indifferent, exuding an aura of repelling others thousands of miles away, but he followed Xia Yihui closely at every step.
Although there is no physical contact, but just looking at the aura, there is no doubt that these two people are extremely compatible.
Seeing the performance of the two, those passers-by who were originally skeptical exchanged glances with each other, and their firm conclusions seemed to be opened by a giant wheel, and they began to waver again.
Someone with good intentions took out the mobile phone forum, where there were countless posts about Bloody Hundred Flowers.
Now this matter is a national hotspot, and all citizens are eagerly paying attention to everything about Bloody Hundred Flowers. As long as they smell some wind and grass, the people will immediately come up like a cat that smells fishy.
Those who are interested click on a sticky post titled 'My Experience in the Bloody Hundred Flowers'. The content of the post is to describe the past few days of the Hundred Flowers Ceremony, and by the way, to dig into the complicated relationship between the characters in the Hundred Flowers Film Festival.
Player to player, npc to npc, and player to npc. The real and the fake are mixed together, and the number of replies has skyrocketed.
The poster seemed to be a staff member, and she had met many people involved in the Hundred Flowers Film Festival, including those who had accidents in the past few days.
The busybody opened the input field and typed this line almost excitedly.
— Wucao, Xia Yi is back at the press conference! I just saw him on the road, and he actually took 'the man' with him!
As soon as this reply appeared, there were countless replies below, all yelling, expressing that we will wait and see.
It's inconvenient to mention the bloodbath on the Internet. On the other side, the two have already arrived at their destination. The press conference is a small temporary stage, which is on the first floor of the building.
Fifty meters away from the front of the stage is the glass door of the building, where there are countless fans and entertainment reporters, crowded together in one place.
The red carpet under the feet has been trampled and dirty, and many lunch boxes and empty mineral water bottles have been lost on the ground.
To get to the press conference table, you have to go through a corridor. The corridor was full of people, including staff members wearing masks, celebrities in bright clothes, and police officers in police uniforms with serious faces.
Seeing Xia Yi come back, these people who had been talking loudly paused strangely, looked at each other, and exchanged a tacit look.
If Xia Yihui didn't pay attention to the eyes of those passers-by just now, he just regarded it as the rarity of seeing a star. Now these insiders can't just ignore them.
What happened last night, why did everyone look at him like this
Although Xia Yihui had a lot of doubts in his heart, he didn't show any of them on his face, he only smiled with a prettily drawn lips, trying his best to play the character of the dungeon mission.
Just as she was about to walk through the corridor, someone pulled her back. Looking back, I only saw the manager with a stiff face.
The manager seemed very disturbed. He glanced at Zhang Qingyu secretly, and said in a low voice, "Don't rush over there, let's go to the temporary dressing room to put on makeup first."
Xia Yihui didn't suspect him, so he followed the manager.
It wasn't until the three of them walked away that the chatter of discussion resounded again.
The topic of discussion among the people was naturally Xia Yihui who had left not long ago.
When he arrived in the dressing room, Xia Yihui sat down on a chair with his legs crossed, facing the big mirror.
Zhang Qingyu stood not far away, giving them enough space.
There are many bottles and cans on the table, and there are more than a dozen brush heads of different sizes in the cloth bag by the wall. Xia Yihui couldn't recognize any of them, so he took a small brush and played with it in his hand, treating it as a dagger that he hadn't used for a long time.
The broker said, "What are you doing?"
Xia Yihui pretended to be dazed: "Didn't you say you want to put on makeup?"
The manager was so anxious that he almost slammed into the wall, covering his face and shouting: "My little ancestor, do you really think I'm here to ask you to do makeup?"
Xia Yihui still smiled calmly, "Why, do you have something to whisper?"
The manager said anxiously: "Qiao Fei is Qiao Lan's sister and her manager. She died last night, and all the information in the computer was leaked out for some reason. Now people all over the country know about Li Bier and Qiao Lan's relationship. Something happened!"
Xia Yihui tilted his head and smiled, "What does this have to do with me?"
"Do you think you picked it clean?" The manager said with a wry smile, "Qiao Lan's manager, how much information is there in the computer? Not just Li Bier and Qiao Lan, everything, I mean all the people in the circle are not seen well." Regarding the matter, now everything...is under the bald head."
Xia Yihui frowned, finally realizing the seriousness of the problem.
It seems that now the secrets of the players have been exposed, including the two text messages Qiao Lan sent him before his death, and the fact that he was taken care of by Zhang Qingyu... Tsk tsk, there is a big problem.
The manager was still unwilling to let it go, and kept talking to death without surprising him.
"Because of those two text messages, everyone outside now... suspects that you forced Qiao Lan to death!"