When Nan Zhou heard such a broadcast, there was no joy on his face.
Players who are not on the same team can hear the reward broadcast sound.
The dungeon this time is a dungeon that needs to share clues. What if you encounter a dungeon with multiple teams of confrontation in the future? Isn't it directly exposing the achievements and cards in their hands
Nan Zhou felt that this was not a good thing.
When he came out of the bathroom wiping his hands, he just met Jiang Fang's eyes.
Jiang Fang went over his shoulder and saw Chen Sufeng who was hurriedly wrapping a bath towel on his thigh, his eyes darkened slightly.
But only for a moment.
The current five clues have pieced together a creepy possibility.
In this seemingly peaceful, warm and beautiful family of three, in Xiao Ming's seemingly boring daily life, a woman died unexpectedly.
Possibly his mother.
Possibly his sister.
It could also be a distant relative living here for a long time.
Her fingerprints were left on the bottom of the ashtray.
Her shoe prints remain deep in the shoe cabinet.
Her hair was left in the sewer.
Her fat remained in the pressure cooker.
Other than that, all of her was taken away by 11 tons of water.
… When Xiao Ming’s summer vacation just started.
The npc over the phone told them that last month, the household consumed 12 tons of water.
Today is July 3, and the household consumes 11 tons of water.
11 tons of water, enough to wash away everything that ever happened in this home.
The main line of the game took a big step forward on the first day.
But the question is, what's next
Even if they found out that a woman had died here, how would they find the way out
When everyone was silent, the two biggest heroes seemed to be doing nothing.
Jiang Fang went back to the kitchen and continued to cook.
Nan Zhou was in the living room, teaching Li Yinhang how to do handicrafts.
"Xiao Ming"'s manual work has a proposition, called "My Family".
When you didn't know it before, everyone could still treat this proposition homework with a normal heart.
now…
The hell knows what the family of "Xiao Ming" is.
Nan Zhou did not take these unnecessary worries to heart.
"Let's build a house first," he said.
With that said, he took out several boxes of safety matches from the drawer of the TV cabinet.
Judging from the ashtray and the half-empty cigarette case under the coffee table, someone in this family has the habit of smoking.
Although matches have long since withdrawn from the mainstream lighting market, it is not ruled out that some people like the feeling that the phosphorous head of the match has rubbed the sandpaper.
Nan Zhou picked up a match with the tweezers he found in the household hardware box, started from the base, and built it in a crisscross pattern.
Under Nan Zhou, the match sticks were beam rafters, and the match heads were tenon and tenon joints.
After layers of construction, a small and sturdy match cube was born under his hands like magic.
Nan Zhou pushed out the matched matches one by one, arranged them in steps, and set up a small roof.
The crimson match head and the snow-white match stick gradually extended the prototype of a "home" in his hand.
As he fiddled with the matches, he said, "...I also gave my students handwork on the theme of 'home'."
Li Yinhang was only amazed: "... ah?"
Nan Zhou used tweezers to gently lower the height of the matchstick decorated as a chimney, and reminded Li Yinhang, "You forgot? I'm an art teacher."
Other observers: "… "
After seeing how he squeezed the box with his bare hands, they didn't really want to believe his evil.
Leaning against the kitchen door, Jiang Fang, who heard all this into his ears, wiped his hands lightly on his apron with a smile: "Mr. Nan, it's time for dinner."
Jiang Fang's rice is really good.
A dish of eggplant stuffed with meat, the eggplant that is full of gravy is made more fragrant than the meat;
Mapo tofu is tender and browned, and the chili is just right;
The bright yellow shredded potatoes are hand-cut and decorated with two or three chopped red peppers, which is particularly beautiful;
The shrimp soup is salty and delicious, and the rice is soft and fragrant.
He even made an easy version of a creamy fruitcake using the microwave and fruit.
but…
When everyone thought about what someone might have done to a woman in that kitchen with a pressure cooker, a sense of nausea went up against their stomachs.
What's more, all the sharp knives in the house are concentrated in the kitchen.
Just thinking about the possible use of the shiny kitchen knife on the knife holder, no normal person would have an appetite for this table dish.
However, except for Nanzhou.
He sat down at the table, cut the cake into eight portions with a fruit knife, and consciously took his portion with a small plate.
Jiang Fang pointed to his share and shook his head at Nan Zhou: "...I don't eat sweets."
So, Nan Zhou got an extra cake.
He was expressionlessly happy, busy cutting the two cakes in his hand into equal pieces with a fork.
When everyone hesitated, Shen Jie chose to sit down.
Chen Sufeng also did the same with her.
The thin monkey wanted to pull Shen Jie.
But instead, she grabbed the thin monkey's arm: "Come here for dinner."
The thin monkey grinned in disgust: "The thing that can divide the body in this house is a kitchen knife. How dare you eat something cut with a kitchen knife?"
Shen Jie: "Even if there was a case of dismemberment in this family, it wouldn't be a kitchen knife."
"Well." Chen Sufeng agreed with Shen Jie's judgment, "It's inconvenient to use a kitchen knife."
Saying that, he picked up a stick of tofu and put it into his mouth.
The delicious taste far beyond his imagination made him pause in surprise, looked up at Jiang Fang, and quickly picked up the next one.
"If the body is to be divided, it should be a tool such as a hand saw."
Chen Sufeng said, "Otherwise... 'Xiao Ming' will not be able to find out."
Skinny Monkey: "… Huh?"
"Don't you think about it?" Shen Jie hated that iron was not steel, "You forgot? The date on Xiao Ming's last diary?"
"I remember. Not July 2nd—"
Thin Monkey didn't finish his words, he was stunned for a moment, and cold sweat broke out from the back of his vest.
… The npc over the phone told them that today is July 3rd.
Before that, he always thought that Xiao Ming's diary was written indiscriminately.
After all, the content inside looks shoddy and full of the perfunctory atmosphere of "finishing things".
But he missed one point.
The date of the diary is very likely to be true.
Xiao Ming's diary ended on July 2.
In his diary on July 2, he wrote that he couldn't think of what to do, so he called Xiaohong and asked Xiaohong, but Xiaohong didn't do it.
For Xiao Ming, July 2 was a dull but peaceful day.
The current copy time is July 3.
Assuming that there was a vicious case of murder and dismemberment in this room, it could only be in July when the water consumption increased abnormally.
So far, only three days have passed in July.
In other words, the time points in the diary overlap with the copy time.
If the murder happened on July 1st, why was Xiaoming's diary on the 2nd, it was so light, as if nothing had happened
If it's number 2...
No. 2, it was the time they were teleported last night.
But at that time, they did a simple search of the house and found no traces in the house.
Corpses, blood, hair, nothing.
Besides, if the murderer had dismembered the body last night, why didn't they hear anything
There are eight pairs of ears and eight pairs of eyes here.
Some people sleep in the master bedroom, some people sleep in the second bedroom, and some people sleep in the living room.
If someone was dismembering, cleaning, and throwing all women-related items out the door at this time, how could they not notice
Although the time point of "July 3" has been determined, it is still unknown which timeline they are currently on, whether it is the year when the murder occurred, or one, two, or n years later.
But at least it can be concluded that the woman was not dismembered with a kitchen knife.
the reason is simple.
This copy is about clues and realistic logic.
ap;nbs--gt;gt;
p; First, during the preliminary investigation, everyone went into the kitchen and focused on the knives.
Human bones are very hard.
If a kitchen knife is used to chop through bone, it will either leave marks of overuse, or it will simply be discarded, and the knife holder will be replaced with a new, unharmed kitchen knife.
Obviously, this kitchen knife is not new, there are traces of regular use, but there is no gap, no curling blade.
Second, when the kitchen knife chops the meat, it will make a loud noise.
Regardless of whether the dismemberment happened on the 1st or the 2nd, the chopping of meat and bones would make an unusually loud noise.
If you use a tool such as a hand saw, firstly, the operation will be more convenient, and secondly, the cutting sound is easier to be ignored than the chopping sound.
Third, since all the woman's belongings have been emptied from the home, is it necessary to leave the murder weapon at home
To sum up, cooking with a kitchen knife is no big problem.
"I'm eating. I won't mention this for now." Chen Sufeng buried his head and took two mouthfuls of rice. "I'm full, and the blood supply to the brain is sufficient. Maybe I can think more clearly."
Speaking, Chen Sufeng rubbed his nose and asked Jiang Fang, "Do you have a lunch box? I want to leave some for my brother Yu."
"Keep it. Keep two copies."
Jiang Fang, who took off his apron, looked at Nanzhou's newly built small match house from the coffee table in the living room, thinking deeply.
"Eat slowly," he said.
After feeling relieved, Thin Monkey also joined the dinner with a rice bowl.
Chen Sufeng said something very solid.
If you don't eat enough, your brain won't turn.
In the silent restaurant, there was only the slight sound of chopsticks hitting the rice bowl.
The fragrance of rice and the faint aroma of aroma permeated the surroundings.
Everyone tried their best to focus on the delicious food, forcing themselves not to think deeply about how bloody hell it was in this 100-square-meter apartment at some point in the past.
After a meal, Yu Tuisi was pushed out of the children's room by the fitness coach.
His face didn't look good.
"I had a dream."
Yu Tuisi's ability to manage emotions is very strong, even in the case of obvious discomfort, he still accurately grasped the point, and briefly described: "There is nothing particularly specific, just vaguely heard, there are similar The sound of sawing wood kept ringing in my ears."
squeak-
squeak-
Such a subtle, souring sound of sawing and sawing lasted for two full hours in Yu Tuisi's dream.
Li Yinhang bit his knuckles, took a deep breath, and stepped into the children's room.
Next, is her manual task.
This time, Jiang Fang was by her side.
He reread Xiao Ming's diary.
The diary started from the first day of summer vacation, which is June 15th.
Before, they didn't read it very carefully.
Now rereading it, Jiang Fang found some clues in the corners.
It was on June 18th, when Xiao Ming mentioned "home" in his diary, it was just a short sentence.
"There is no one at home, so no liao."
On June 28, he mentioned it again.
"Han Meimei and I went to see the TV scene together. The TV scene was very beautiful. I wanted to tell people to listen to it, but there was no one at home. I made a bowl of mung bean zhou for myself and added two ice tangs. It was delicious. "
There is really little valuable information under the typos, phonetics and running account narratives that are characteristic of elementary school students.
Moreover, probably due to the arrangement of the dungeon puzzles, the diary did not mention at all how many people there were in this family, and what the family structure and relationship were like.
Jiang Fang closed the diary.
But... it's not for nothing.
Outside the children's room.
Yu Tuisi frowned while listening to Chen Sufeng tell about their discovery at noon.
The skinny monkey and the fitness trainer study the computer in the second bedroom.
Surprisingly, Thin Monkey is a very good computer expert.
He quickly opened files one by one, looking for clues.
Nan Zhou sat cross-legged at the entrance, staring at the white wall in front of him.
No one knew what he was thinking.
Nanji Xing squatted on his shoulders, holding a small piece of cake that was left over from eating, and nibbled at it, looking very cherished.
Shen Jie quietly sat down beside him.
She was just about to speak, but when she saw his movements, she couldn't help but suffocate—
… He was still picking that tiny lock with a wire.
Shen Jie held back her rants and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Nan Zhou was honest: "Why is there no door. Why do we need to find a door?"
If the previous Nan Zhou had asked such a question, Shen Jie would have rolled his eyes.
But after seeing his strength, Shen Jie respected him a lot.
She explained patiently: "This is the arrangement of the dungeon. The dungeon will always let us complete a clearance task."
Nan Zhou: "Why isn't the mission for us to investigate this murder? Instead, let us find a way?"
Shen Jie: "..."
She was asked down.
Nan Zhou also did not intend to get an answer from Shen Jie.
He continued to stare at the white wall in a daze.
Shen Jie bit her lip.
After a brief deliberation, she spoke.
"It's my fault." Shen Jie said, "I said before that I told you newcomers to die. It's my fault."
Nan Zhou moved his gaze to her face and said lightly, "Hmm."
Shen Jie smiled.
She laughed, and her shrewd and serious energy was diluted a lot: "What does 'uh' mean?"
Nan Zhou: "It means that I accept your apology."
Shen Jie: "..."
Shen Jie: "You are such a straight-forward weirdo."
Nan Zhou didn't answer this sentence again, and turned his eyes to the white wall again.
Shen Jie continued: "I have a daughter who is 8 years old this year. ... Maybe about the same age as this 'Xiao Ming'."
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
Shen Jie: "I heard from the newcomer that she should be sent to a special children's shelter."
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
Shen Jie looked straight at Nan Zhou's profile.
She found that this person seemed indifferent, but was actually very simple.
To talk to him, being direct is the best way.
So, she said, "You, and Jiang Fang, cooperate with us."
"The system stipulates that a team can have 2 to 5 people."
"There are still two places in our 'Tailwind' team. It's just right for you and Jiang Fang."
Shen Jie's tone became hurried.
"Stay with us, the chances of surviving will be higher. That girl surnamed Li can't help you much. But we can give you more."
"I don't have to be the leader. Let it be with you or Jiang Fang."
"Please, as long as you can win, we can listen to you in everything."
Nan Zhou looked at the lock cylinder in his palm.
Shen Jie's proposal meant more storage compartments, a higher team level, and more experienced teammates.
After calculating the benefits one by one, he gently waved his hand: "No."
Shen Jie was ready to be rejected early in the morning, but she was not very frustrated: "Can I ask why?"
"Because I like my current team name." Nan Zhou said, "Also, I don't like you."
"Because I want to sacrifice you?"
"Yes." Nan Zhou didn't hide it at all, "I hold revenge."
Shen Jie didn't know whether to laugh or be embarrassed, but she finally laughed: "It's too direct, right?"
Nan Zhou went to study his lock with great concentration, and said, "I won't go, you can still ask Jiang..."
Thinking of the conversation in the kitchen, he seriously revised his name: "... Brother Fang."
"No." Shen Jie Shi Shiran got up, "he won't come with me."
"I didn't ask how to know."
"You can know without asking." Shen Jie looked at the tiny tuft of hair on Nan Zhou's head, and smiled, "Because you won't come."
Nan Zhou: "… Huh?"
Before Nan Zhou could understand, Shen Jie got up and walked to the second bedroom to find her teammates.
So, another question that Nan Zhou couldn't figure out in his mind added. :,