Nan Zhou's thinking is very clear.
- If the skill bar in the game can be displayed, it must have its use.
If it's just used to measure how powerful the player's initial skills are, it doesn't make sense to take up that much space.
The game page, after all, has a reason for its design.
When Nan Zhou was concentrating on researching skills, Jiang Fang pulled Li Yinhang over and said something to her.
After listening to Li Yinhang, her expression was a little puzzled, but she still did.
She found a set of unopened colorful post-it notes from the drawer of the second bedroom, and marked all the items in the room with numbers.
Even the sofa cushions, she correctly marked "cushion 1" and "cushion 2" on it.
When Li Yinhang was busy, Jiang Fang walked around in a leisurely manner, flipping here and patting there, as if he was wandering around.
When Li Yinhang was recording the number of slippers, Jiang Fang happened to be looking at the shoe cabinet.
Li Yinhang whispered to him: "Did Brother Nan found something? I think he seems very confident."
After all, finding clues is the most important thing at the moment. No matter how you think about it, practicing skills should not be the first priority.
… "Brother Nan"
Jiang Fang glanced at her intently, and then turned over the pairs of shoes placed in the shoe cabinet: "I don't know."
He added: "But I think he may feel that he is not very good at finding evidence, so choose the edge ob1."
Li Yinhang: "...?"
Who is Jiang Fang talking about? Is it Nanzhou
Is he bad at finding evidence
Li Yinhang recalled Nan Zhou's extreme operation on the bus, and felt like he was a scumbag, listening to one scholar commenting on another, "You didn't realize that this problem can be solved using Lagrange's mean value theorem. Can't you come out?"
Jiang Fang looked at Li Yinhang: "On the bus, he is the closest to the driving recorder in a straight line, and he was sent from another place. As he said, he should pay the most attention to the observation of the surrounding environment."
"So, you say, why didn't he choose to use the 'dash recorder' as the most convenient object to swindle the 'ghost'? And there was some unexpected nervousness when I pointed out that there was a dash cam?"
Li Yinhang: "..."
good question.
She had no idea when Nan Zhou was nervous.
Li Yinhang wisely gave up guessing: "...I'll sign it."
Jiang Fang smiled and said, "Go."
When he started to close the shoe cabinet, he paused for a moment.
He let out a chuckle and repeated to himself, "... Brother Nan?"
Nan Zhou did not pay attention to the small movements over Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang.
He looked around as he was busy prying the box.
He came up with very little information, because the room had not changed much from his memory of yesterday.
The furnishings have not changed, and the objects have not been added or subtracted.
In his opinion, everything is normal.
What's more, Jiang Fang was quite right.
have their own weaknesses.
In this search, he was more likely to cause confusion than to find clues.
So, after a meticulous search, Shen Jie's trio returned to the living room, and all they saw were three people who didn't do business in the living room, wandering around and fishing for fish.
The dissatisfaction accumulated since last night made the fitness coach almost refrain from taking a stride to knock off the box in Nan Zhou's hand.
At the critical moment, Shen Jie pushed his chest and stopped him.
"Leave him alone. Let them play the house."
Fitness trainer: "But he doesn't do anything..."
"Newcomers die quickly." Shen Jie's eyes were cold, and she said in a low voice close to her mouth, "If they don't act, or mess around, triggering some kind of ban, then it's just a trial and error for us."
After finishing speaking, Shen Jie's expression returned to her dignified and light-hearted look, and turned around—
She suddenly found that Nan Zhou was staring at her.
Shen Jie's heart skipped a beat due to his emotionless eyes, and her facial muscles were so stiff that they couldn't move.
But before she could adjust her expression, Nan Zhou pointed to the broken hair beside his ear and made a "stroking" gesture.
Shen Jie was stunned for a moment, before realizing it, she raised her hand and brushed her hair on the temples—
When she was lying under the bed to check just now, the ends of her hair hanging down on her cheeks were stained with a little gray.
Shen Jie breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you..."
"I'm not that easy to die. Mistakes are not that easy to happen." Nan Zhou said, "Ghosts won't come out just because I play with boxes. Don't underestimate ghosts."
Shen Jieso blushed to the base of his ears, and his face was sore from embarrassment.
Is this guy dog ears
... And his tone, how come it's like the ghost is his distant relative
Shen Jie let out a haha, and quickly entered the second bedroom with two teammates to check.
By the time they had searched the house inside and out, Chen Sufeng's homework task was almost completed.
Chen Sufeng was relieved and quickly put down his pen, unwilling to maintain this state for a second.
His back and front chest were soaked with sweat, and he formed a perfect empathy with "Xiao Ming" during the whole process.
- "I don't want to do my homework, but I have to."
The thin monkey stuck his head out: "Mr. Nan has gone to cook. Let's come out and summarize the information first."
Yu Tuisi patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "When the summary is over, go take a shower."
Chen Sufeng nodded obediently, got up and held Yu Tuisi's wheelchair pusher.
in the kitchen.
Nan Zhou put on his apron, pulled his slightly long hair out of the neckband, tied it behind his head with a small hair tie, and pulled out the rice, noodles, oil, and meat in the kitchen, and placed them on the counter in a pretentious manner.
When he and the ingredients stared at each other, Shen Jie's unbelievable voice came from outside: "... Or nothing happened?"
Chen Sufeng: "Really."
Yu Tuisi also said: "I was watching from the side, and everything is indeed normal."
Listening to the conversation outside, Nan Zhou opened the bowl rack.
There was a set of cheap bowls, three large bowls, five small bowls, and a bunch of plates of different colors. It was difficult to tell how many people lived in the family.
He counted the chopsticks in the chopstick cage again.
It seems to be bought by the handful, not like those detective novels, where a few people only put a few pairs of chopsticks.
Life is not so obvious.
He heard Shen Jie knock on the table.
Looks like he's about to speak.
Her tone sounded quite old.
"According to my observation, there are two people living in this family."
"It is not difficult to come to such a judgment. Although there is no group photo in this family, the number of bedding is more than four or five, and it is difficult to see how many people live in this family from the tableware, table, chairs and benches, but there are still many valuable clues. of."
"We found the breach in the closet."
"The master bedroom's clothes are all men's clothes, and the underwear is all men's. The result of the size comparison is the same, it should be used by the same person."
"No makeup, just a regular moisturizing spray and a jar of men's face wash that's going to end."
"The shoes worn in the shoe cabinet are all the same size, divided into 43-size shoes and 31-size shoes."
Shen Jie came to the conclusion: "Xiao Ming and --gt;gt;
A man lives here. It could be his brother, it could be his father. "
"The mission allows us to experience Xiao Ming's daily life, and perhaps it is to let us discover the murderer who killed Xiao Ming or his family. Xiao Ming will give us some hints in this, and I suggest thinking in this direction."
After she clearly stated her point of view, Shen Jie spread her hands and said generously: "Come on, Miss Li, tell me what your group found. Apart from the tricks like stickers, what else did you do? Does it matter?"
Li Yinhang was honest: "I have nothing here."
Shen Jie thought, sure enough.
She turned her proud face to Jiang Fang and raised her chin towards him.
Jiang Fang: "Not much."
Jiang Fang: "First, here, the mobile phone has a signal."
Shen Jie's trio: "..."
Shen Jie lost his voice: "Why didn't you say it earlier?!"
Jiang Fang politely said: "In the morning, Miss Li's mobile phone turned around in each of your hands. I thought everyone would notice this kind of obvious clue."
Shen Jie was speechless.
Although it is a clue on the bright side, the mentality of several supernatural missions has convinced them that the mobile phone is the most useless thing in the dungeon.
Anyway, one can't call the police, and two, there is no signal, only newcomers are reluctant to throw away this burden.
"What's the use of finding it?" Thin Monkey poured a basin of cold water, "There is no door here, this building is still floating, we don't even know the location of the community, can we still ask for help?"
"No hurry. Are you asking for clues?"
Jiang Fang was gentle and did not get angry at all, making the thin monkey feel like he had punched cotton.
Shen Jie asked unwillingly, "Then Mr. Jiang's second point..."
"Well, that's about to be said." Jiang Fang nodded and said, "Secondly, before we arrive, there should be three people living in this family for a long time."
Shen Jie: "..."
She was a little stunned, and instinctively defended: "Impossible. There are only traces of the lives of two people in the family..."
In order to testify her inference, she stood up, walked straight to the entrance, and opened the shoe cabinet: "Look, there are only two kinds of shoes, and the size is only for two people—"
Jiang Fang also walked to the shoe cabinet and signaled to Shen Jie to protect her skirt so that it wouldn't go out. She just squatted down and took out the two pairs of men's shoes that were placed on the bottom layer of the shoe cabinet and didn't look like they were usually worn.
Shen Jie: "The size of these two pairs is also size 43—"
The next second, she fell silent.
Probably because the shoes have not been worn for a long time, dust has accumulated around the place where the shoes are pressed on the horizontal plate of the shoe cabinet for a long time. The color of the partition at the sole position is in sharp contrast with the color of other parts. Can't fall off.
Under one of the men's shoes, there are shoe prints left by a pair of shoes of size 36 and 7.
Jiang Fang said gently, "Miss Shen, this is the 'trace'."
Nan Zhou pricked up his ears and was a little happy to hear it.
He touched the knife holder inadvertently and made a small clatter.
Li Yinhang also marked the knife.
A kitchen knife, a pair of scissors, and a fruit knife are all inserted in the knife holder and can be clearly distinguished.
There is no electric cooker in this house, only a frying pan, a small frying pan, a mandarin duck hot pot, a soup pot, and a pressure cooker.
Standard home configuration.
After deliberation, Nan Zhou took out the pressure cooker from the cabinet, put the washed rice aside, and lifted the lid of the pot.
… The moment he looked at the pot, Nan Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly.
Outside the kitchen, Jiang Fang showed Shen Jie other "traces".
There are four or five mothballs in the closet, and the scent of Miss Coco's perfume that has not been successfully concealed.
On the bottom of the transparent ashtray, two adult index finger prints of different sizes and shapes appeared, which should have been left by holding the bottom when the ashtray was poured.
Almost all the subtleties.
"What if two people get divorced." Shen Jie didn't want to admit that her observation skills would be lost to a male novice, "There are very few traces of women in this family, and there is not even a woman's hair on the comb."
"Divorced, there have been women in this family."
Even if Shen Jie's trio's findings were completely overturned, Jiang Fang was still neither humble nor arrogant: "These are the clues we found here."
Yu Tuisi's discoveries were not of much value.
"Xiao Ming should be a more delicate and sensitive boy."
"There are a lot of picture albums on his bookshelf. I picked a few picture albums that can be turned over and found that they are all very artistic and colorful."
"As far as the subjects he is good at, he is much more likely to be in a daze in math and English classes than other subjects."
With that said, Yu Tuisi spread out a math book in front of everyone.
"...He would smear in the spaces of numbers and letters, and he would do some copying and graffiti in the corners."
"In contrast, he prefers Chinese. He has already completed half of his summer homework in Chinese, and the completion rate is very good. He has completed the most of all subjects."
Such a conclusion does not seem to be helpful for them to clear customs.
But little is better than nothing, and Shen Jie can't expect a lame man to make any brilliant discoveries.
After the first discussion, everyone was silent, digesting the information that "there was once a woman at home".
At this point, many people began to turn their attention to the kitchen frequently.
After a night of worry, half a day of searching, and this discussion, they were already hungry.
Although some people worry that the meals made by Nan Zhou are part of "Xiao Ming"'s daily tasks and cannot be eaten casually, they also have some expectations for the finished product.
However, after an hour, their expectations were completely shattered.
The beginning of destruction was a green and black chicken wing that was served on the table.
Everyone: "… "
The skinny monkey pointed at the strangely colored chicken wings in disbelief: "What is this?!"
Nan Zhou replied, "Coke chicken wings."
"…Why is it green?"
Nan Zhou: "Because there is no Coke."
Saying that, he put the small half bottle on the table strikingly: "You drink first."
Everyone: "… "
When they saw the black spinach that Nan Zhou had poured out in this hour, and the fried squirrel fish with its fish head facing the sky and a pair of dead-looking fish on the plate, everyone thought that they had no waves.
But when Nanzhou brought the meal to the table, everyone stood up in unison and stayed away from the table.
Shen Jie stretched out her hand tremblingly and pointed to the contents of the soup pot: "...what is this?"
Nan Zhou: "Main food."
Everyone has only one feeling: stop insulting the word staple food.
Li Yinhang endured his nausea and observed the main ingredients inside: "...Mr. Nan, why should black rice be cooked with noodles?!"
Nan Zhou: "I want to cook rice with black rice, but I add too much water."
Nan Zhou: "There's a lot of water, so if you're idle, you'll be idle. Also, there's less black rice, so I put noodles in it so I don't have enough to eat."
Nan Zhou: "Can't you?"
The snow-white vermicelli was colored with black rice, and it was stewed and mixed together.
To put it bluntly, it is like a pot of earthworm bibimbap.
Everyone's san value bars dropped a notch at the same time.
This fucking is the most terrifying thing they have seen since they entered this supernatural copy. :,