Fanservice Paradox

Chapter 42: Each is pregnant with ghosts

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Click. The conversation between the two of them was interrupted. Shang Sirui saw that Fang Juexia accidentally dropped the book from the safe just now on the floor.

Fang Juexia squatted down quickly, groping with her hands on the ground, her vision was dark, and suddenly he felt something, but it was not a book, but the texture of a cold leather glove.

The vision of deprivation exchanges the depth brought by the sense of touch.

"This book is quite thick." Pei Tingsong picked it up before him calmly, glanced at the cover, "North..." as he said, he held it with his warm hand without gloves. Starting from Fang Juexia, he pulled him up, vomiting in his mouth, "Get up and chant, but his legs became soft for a while."

Fang Juexia's expression was calm, but what Pei Listening to say before echoed in her heart again and again.

Pei Tingsong put the book on the table casually and continued to chat with Shang Sirui.

Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing, and Zhai Ying are still discussing after reading the clue map on the wall.

Out of rigorous thinking habits, Zhou Ziheng always felt that this clue map may not necessarily be used as complete evidence. Xia Xiqing felt that his resistance to this picture was a bit too high, "You are very strange, if you usually hold good cards, you will not play like this."

"My opinion is of course for reference only," Zhou Ziheng made no concessions. "But you can't always rely on the player's gaming habits to judge, this is off-site information."

"So," Zhai Ying said during the dispute between the two. "In your opinion, my character is a detective who broke in suddenly. If you say that according to the conventional plot line, it is the provider of clues, but it is like Zhou Ziheng said. If these clues are not established, the role of the detective can instead create a plot flip."

While she was talking, she unbuttoned her coat, inserted one hand into the pocket of the breeches, and continued, "Then push it like this, can the most vulnerable female high school student also make this kind of drama reversal? And the psychologist, this This seems to be the most positive role. Of course, if the lead singer of the band is involved in the murder, maybe it can also create a sensation."

Her logic is clear and her speech is also very organized. After listening, Fang Juexia came out and added, "I agree with Zhai Ying's words. In fact, apart from these, the two roles of teacher Yan and college student are easily forgotten because they are not clear enough. This inconspicuousness is often linked to reversal. So I I think everyone’s suspicions are roughly the same."

Xia Xiqing nodded, "There is reason and evidence, and I cannot refute it. But I would like to ask, if the program group really needs to make a reversal, why would it connect the seemingly disadvantaged female high school students to almost everyone else online? This is not very annoying. Doubt?"

Zhou Ziheng smiled and used Xia Xiqing's previous logic to counterattack, "Perhaps the program crew knows that you are the one to act, so it's a little dazzling if you don't make it, and it doesn't match your style of play."

The others laughed.

Pei Tingsong was lying on the table half-heartedly, flipping through the books on the table, "I want to see your room"

Shang Sirui nodded, "Go chant." After speaking, he said again, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Pei Tingsong glanced at Fang Juexia, who happened to be looking at him too, but he was not sure whether Fang Juexia could or could not be seen.

"It's up to you." Pei Tingsong said.

Fang Juexia rolled her face.

Oh, it turned out to be visible.

"I won't go anymore." Shang Sirui hugged Fang Juexia's shoulders, "I have seen enough, I will be overshadowed by my staying there. Go around, I will stay here, maybe this room. There will be more clues. Don't you think Xia?"

"Yeah." Fang Juexia didn't look at Pei Tingsong.

"Okay." Pei Tingsong's hand stopped flipping through the book, and threw it upside down on the table, "Is there anyone else who wants to be with me?"

Zhou Ziheng turned around and said, "I want to see the treatment room." As he touched the back of Xia Xiqing's neck with his hand, Xia Xiqing turned his face, "Go, I'm here."

Pei Tingsong tilted his head and gestured to Zhou Ziheng, and the two left together.

The remaining Xia Xiqing carefully sorted out a round of relationship diagrams, and turned over any parts of the room that might still have plot clues, including the mattress in the detective room.

Fang Juexia couldn't see clearly, and lost his investigative advantage in it.

But his hearing was sharp, and in the noise of discussion and the great rumination, he heard a subtle sound, a musical sound, but very light, almost the smallest volume, completely submerged in the vast interior sound. If it wasn't for his total invisibility, his hearing would have been missed.

Just like auditory hallucinations, he could hardly be sure of the authenticity of the music, but the darkness gave him the inertia of groping. Following the guidance of hearing, he followed the sound little by little.

Edge of the table, cold wall, wooden shelf, single sofa, soft sofa cushion. The constantly changing touch guides his steps.

Sitting on the sofa, Fang Juexia took a deep breath.

The sound of music gets closer and closer to reality. He reached into the gap in the sofa cushion behind him.

Suddenly.

"What's wrong with you Jue Xia?"

Hearing Xia Xiqing's voice, Fang Juexia pulled out her hand calmly, and shook her head with a smile, "My waist is not very good recently, and I've been doing dance practice a bit... I can't stand for long, I want to sit down."

He struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally gave a tentative invitation, "Do you... do you want to come and sit?"

After waiting for a few seconds, he heard the answer, "Forget it, I feel uncomfortable in it, I'm out."

Xia Xiqing left the dark house, holding on to the hidden door, and suddenly noticed the wall and the paintings on it. This seems to be a collection of words, all masterpieces of abstraction. One of them caught his attention, it was "Death of Mara".

He stared at this world-famous painting, but found that something was wrong, so he stretched out his hand and took it down.

Shang Sirui and Zhai Ying are still looking for clues. Zhai Ying seems to be a less talkative person, who doesn't take the words of Shang Sirui very much, or perhaps it is a suspicion between the idols of the opposite sex, and the two don't communicate very much. Sitting in the dark, Fang Juexia thought for a while, took out the hand that was under the sofa cushion, and clenched it tightly. The whole person fell back on the sofa, his hands pressed to his forehead.

There was a button on this little voice recorder, Fang Juexia pressed it down, and the subtle music stopped abruptly. After three seconds of silence, a small sound with sizzling electric noise came and became clear.

It's the voice of a girl.

"I'm making this call because I hope we can join hands. You don't want to do this, do you..."

"Only get rid of him, only get rid of him..."

Zhou Ziheng first took Pei Tingsong to look at Shang Sirui's room. It was really simple. He sat on the sofa, picked up the guitar and played, "The tone is not bad."

"I don't know much about music," Zhou Ziheng asked, "what kind of guitar is this?"

"Hollow guitar." Pei Tingsong put the qin back. While chatting with Zhou Ziheng about music, he came to the psychiatrist's room. Zhou Ziheng's attention was attracted by their big table, "This should be your main clue center."

Pei Tingsong just walked out of the connected waiting room and stood in front of the large bookcase, watching the diverse collection of books on it. He hummed, and added, "It was very difficult. We were all wearing hoods at the time. I can't see it, and I tied my hands and feet."

"We also wore hoods. The square ones are very funny." Zhou Ziheng sat on the chair that Pei Tingsong had initialized, and while checking whether there were any mechanisms on his chair, he chatted enthusiastically, "The audience saw it. It must be funny at that time, all of them are square heads."

He heard the sound of the piano, and when he looked up, he saw Pei Tingsong holding a pocket ukulele, swiping the strings, and playing a tune.

Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows to express his appreciation, "The theme song of our movie."

"The program group is very concerned, they are all good pianos." Pei Tingsong turned around, returning the things to their original places.

At this moment, they heard the announcement of the program group.

"Players, please note that there is still half an hour before the first public voting for execution. Please brainstorm and discuss the killer suspect in your mind in the next time."

Is it so fast? Fang Juexia counted the time, it was indeed a long time, but the show crew has not disclosed the knight's camp, it seems that he wants to execute a player first and then make it public.

Six people came out of the room and gathered in the first meeting room to sit down.

"How to discuss?" Pei Tingsong bent over and flipped through some clues on the coffee table.

Unexpectedly, his words immediately evoked Xia Xiqing's attack, "Xiao Pei, don't you plan to tell everyone, you were jumping a knight with me in the consultation room?"

Fang Juexia actually wanted to tell everyone about this early in the morning, asking them to lock the knights on these two people. However, he could not find a suitable time, let alone a standpoint, a little carelessness might cause fire.

Unexpectedly, Xia Xiqing himself said it first.

Pei Tingsong was not surprised, "Yes, I almost forgot." He briefly explained what happened to everyone, of course, starting from his standpoint and logic, "Xi Qing Ge Lajue Xia teamed up and declared himself a knight. The identity, coincidentally, kicked my iron plate, so I jumped out on the spot to expose him, saying that I am the real knight."

Xia Xiqing laughed, "Tell you honestly, I can't directly be sure that you must be a killer wearing knight clothes. If you honestly admit that you are not a knight now, I can still believe that you are blocking guns for the real knight. You choose yourself."

Pei Tingsong was not afraid of his words, but raised his eyebrows, "Are you suggesting something to me? I'm sorry, I don't understand. A true knight never retreats."

Shang Sirui was dazzled, "Is the program group wrong? This is not a double-sided knight, but a real knight."

Zhou Ziheng observed the state of the two people, "What? Everyone is going to go knights this round? But the knight's camp has not been revealed yet."

Zhai Ying looked at this good show with arms around his chest, "Since they both dared to challenge openly, the camp is obvious. They should all call themselves white knights."

Fang Juexia knew that she had to speak now, but she couldn't speak casually either. This round of contradictions was originally between Xia Xiqing and Pei Tingsong. If he accidentally got involved, things would only become more complicated.

The best way now is to pretend to be a downright ordinary player.

He tried to think differently. If he is an ordinary player now, what is the highest priority

Still look for killer, that's right.

"I don't think this round is the Cavaliers' round. Our chance to vote is very precious. It is the only possibility that we can lead the killer. Because the killer has the right to kill. Don't forget this."

Xia Xiqing looked at him with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Yes. But in my opinion, it's definitely not a good player with me to jump knights."

It's you brother who really jumped. Fang Juexia whispered in her heart.

Pei Tingsong counterattacked, "It is the same in my opinion. If it weren't for you to take the lead and blew yourself up, I might still be hiding and not daring to show it, but I can't watch Killer just put on the white knight's clothes. . So I have to stand up."

Fang Juexia blinked.

I can say, if I were not a real knight, I would really believe you.

The situation fell into chaos and deadlock for a while, and everyone was silent for a while.

Zhou Ziheng thought over and over again and felt that it was not that simple. "I guess the show crew will not expose the Cavaliers camp at this time. To be honest, I agree with Juexia just now that this round is not a Cavaliers round. Killer. But," he said, "I don't really believe that you two are true and false, maybe both are false, the real knight is still hidden underneath."

Fang Juexia shook her hands secretly, and heard Shang Sirui's analysis, "Xi Qing just said that he was a white knight, and then told Xiao Pei, if you faked my gun, you should retreat quickly, and I believe you are Good guy, if you don’t retreat, you’re a killer. This logic is really fine at first glance, it looks like the logic of a white knight."

"But do you remember what Xiao Pei said just now? Xi Qing blew himself up in order to win over Jue Xia, which is a bit strange. The white knight blew himself up at the beginning. Wouldn't it be that he will soon be murdered? If you win, you shouldn't exchange your own knight card for the alliance."

Shang Sirui's logic is quite clear. This is where Fang Juexia has always felt that Xia Xiqing is wrong, but he said it is inappropriate, and Shang Sirui said it is very appropriate.

Zhai Ying continued to add, "There is one more point. Isn’t it weird that Brother Xi Qing has blew himself up for so long and Killer hasn’t killed him? But there is also a bit weird. If Xi Qing is in the dark camp, he I have lied to Pei Tingsong's identity, should I do something

After listening to her, Fang Juexia thought for a while, and continued, “There may be a killer among these two people, but we can’t judge whether a player is a killer or not. I’m afraid we can’t judge from their performance in the game. Don’t forget. Now, the killer who escaped from birth is linked to the plot.” After speaking, he paused and continued according to the thinking of ordinary players. “Of course, our purpose of voting this time is to kill the killer as much as possible, so even if I Now that I can’t fully see the situation, I may also choose to vote for one to ensure that the votes of good people will not be wasted.”

His words seemed to be recognized by the players on the field, and everyone nodded.

At this point in time, the biggest beneficiary of abstention is the killer, and their execution rate is greatly reduced. So even if you kill a good person by mistake, you have to fight for the possibility of killing the killer.

Soon, a voting reminder came from the room.

"Players have 30 seconds to vote. Please fill in the name of the killer in your mind. The countdown begins."

Everyone separated a little further, and took out the mobile phones sent to them by the program group to vote. Fang Juexia walked to the display wall with the hidden door, facing the wall, lowered her head and took out her mobile phone. There was a certain premonition haunting him, especially after coming out of the dark house.

"five-"

"Four-"

"three-"

Fang Juexia typed a name.

"two-"

"one."

send.

When he unlocked the screen, Fang Juexia's heart was beating quickly. He stuffed his phone into his pocket and waited anxiously for the judgment of the program group. The rivalry between Xia Xiqing and Pei Tingsong was still in his ears. He didn't know whether his decision was critical or correct.

"Players, please note that the result of this referendum is..."

When the announcement of the program group sounded again, it also lifted Fang Juexia's heart.

"A tie. We will not execute any players, and the game continues. The next round of referendum is half an hour later, please hurry up and find the dark camp hidden among you, push away the clouds, and escape to the sky."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his head and analyzed the tendency of everyone to vote in his heart. After thinking about it, Fang Juexia accidentally discovered that there seemed to be a missing picture on the wall, and the missing piece of the wall was empty, which was really unfriendly to a patient like him with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He looked around and saw that the painting was placed next to a cabinet near the door with a tea set on the cabinet. Fang Juexia walked over and picked up the painting, and looked at it. It was a person who had died in the bathtub, holding a letter and a pen in his hand.

The obsessive-compulsive disorder forced him to hang the painting in the blank position and put it straight. Fang Juexia looked at her results with satisfaction, but found that the painting inside the frame was a bit deviated, revealing a little white edge.

It's too uncomfortable. How uncomfortable he thinks.

"What's the matter?" Xia Xiqing appeared from behind him, with a hand on his shoulder, "Are you interested in this painting?"

Fang Juexia turned her head and smiled at him, just about to say that he just wanted to hang up the painting, but the moment he saw Xia Xiqing, he suddenly thought of something.

The hand holding the picture frame started to sweat, Fang Juexia adjusted her breathing, "Well, although I don't really understand it, I feel that this painting should have a story."

Xia Xiqing nodded, "You guessed it right, he has artistic sensitivity. This painting is of an assassinated leader during the French Revolution, Mara." He shrugged and said, "But this is an imitation. not too good."

"Really?" Fang Juexia smiled, "I can't see it either."

Mara...

leader.

He stared at the painting on the wall, always feeling something was wrong.

Zhou Ziheng walked over, "What are you discussing?"

"Art." Xia Xiqing smiled at him.

Seeing the two people approaching, Fang Juexia avoided automatically and moved out a little bit, trying not to disturb them. One side found Zhai Ying standing beside him.

"Brother Jue Xia, I heard that you are studying mathematics."

Fang Juexia nodded, "What's wrong."

"I found this in the psychiatrist's room. It looks like a scratch paper." Zhai Ying handed him the paper in his hand. "Do these formulas have any meaning?"

Fang Juexia took it over and took a closer look, "These formulas are just the calculations of a problem. To say that the meaning may have no other meaning, ordinary double integrals." Some sets are also written on one side of the formula.

"Then the answer to this question is correct?" Zhai Ying asked.

Fang Juexia's attention was drawn back, "I'll do the calculations." So he took the paper and the pen that Zhai Ying handed him, and lay down on the cabinet where he had just found the painting and did the calculations.

"Okay, I'll come over in a while." Zhai Ying left directly, leaving Fang Juexia alone. He was fascinated, and quickly got the result, which was the same as the result on the original draft paper. Fang Juexia turned around to look for Zhai Ying, but almost ran into another person who was close to him.

"Have you stumbled outside?"

Holding her arm, Fang Juexia grabbed the calculation paper in her hand, raised her head, and saw Pei Tingsong's face.

His speech is always full of multiple hints, sentence after sentence, and riddles that only the two of them know.

Pet, one-sixth, little master...

Too good at playing word games.

"It's okay when you dance." Fang Juexia's tone was calm, pulled away from his hand and stood still, folded the calculation paper and scratch paper just now and stuffed it into his pants pocket. But Pei Tingsong didn't seem to give up, "I didn't kowtow in it just now," put his hands on his shoulders, turned him over and over again, almost touching him all over, "I will check."

Fang Juexia felt that it was not good to be under the camera and was too close. He tried to push Pei Tingsong away, and when they went back and forth, the two became two cats stalking each other, but in the end he still couldn’t twist Pei Tingsong. , Simply gave up struggling and was forced to accept "inspection."

"It looks quite vigorous, I heard the senior brother said that you have a backache." Pei Tingsong patted Fang Juexia's chest, "I'm quite energetic, I'm relieved."

This action made Fang Juexia pause.

The instigator left the place and walked towards Shang Sirui, and the two of them got together and gagped again. Fang Juexia stood there, motionless, looking at Pei Tingsong's back.

He adjusted his breathing, turned to face the half-person-high cabinet, and stood silently for a long time.

Feeling the camera in front of the cabinet twisted and turned to his side, Fang Juexia recovered and focused on this cabinet. A set of exquisite tea sets, a beautiful European-style white-glazed teapot, and a few teacups are placed on it in a straight line along the side of the cabinet.

But this straight line... is not straight enough.

The obsessive-compulsive disorder made him reach out to adjust the position of the teacup until they were on a horizontal line.

"Okay." Fang Juexia muttered to herself in a low voice.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, he suddenly heard a click, and the drawer that had been locked before was automatically unlocked and opened a seam.

Is there such a way to open it

Fang Juexia felt a little surprised, and went closer to see what was going on with the mechanism, only to find an X was written on the teapot with a silver pen.

So, Fang Juexia put the teapot and opened the drawer.

Standing not far away, Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing also found out. Looking sideways, Fang Juexia took out a white checkered handkerchief from inside.

"This is a new clue?" Zhou Ziheng asked.

Fang Juexia nodded, "It should be related to the answer on the display screen on the door, it's all grids." He looked down at the handkerchief in his hand, embroidered with a few lines of numbers.

15.41.23.14.33

14.24.12

34.23.14.32.15

51.24.43.22.55.54

"Is this a password..."

Zhou Ziheng walked over, touched the inside of the handkerchief, and felt something, so he picked up the teapot and shook it. There was water in it, so he poured it on and flattened the handkerchief.

The white checkered handkerchief became translucent after being wetted, revealing a piece of water-filled plastic paper hidden inside, and the writing on it became clear.

___1__2__3__4__5

1__q__w__e__r__t

2__y__u_i/j_o__p

3__a__s__d__f__g

4__h__k__l__z__x

5__c__v__b__n__m

"This is..." Fang Juexia felt familiar, and after thinking about it, she had an answer.

"I see." Zhou Ziheng subconsciously took out his phone to confirm if it was. After unlocking it, he remembered something and smiled, "I forgot. This is the mobile phone of the show team."

Fang Juexia also laughed.

Suddenly, the announcement of the program group suddenly sounded.

"Attention everyone."

"Player Pei Ting Song, death."

The author has something to say: This chapter is full of foreshadowings and dark lines. It is especially normal to not understand, because this chapter is from the perspective of the audience, and there is basically no God’s perspective. The next chapter will be clear~

The layout of jj is so bad that you can't use tab stops. It took me a long time to arrange the code table in the handkerchief. I will also post "Death of Mara" on Weibo, so you can check it out if you are interested.

Naked players estimate that the truth will come to light in the next chapter.