It was originally a sentence made by him, but now it is becoming more and more ambiguous by him. Zhou Ziheng admits that he is unlucky and has nothing to say, so he can only continue his work with his head down.
Xia Xiqing noticed that the tips of this guy's ears were red.
Obviously it was himself who was being teased, but it was him who was embarrassed.
Negligence arson is also arson.
The pieces of paper gradually recovered in Zhou Ziheng's hands, arranged on the ground, and the complete cover of the document gradually appeared.
"Divorce... Agreement?" He whispered the words on the document, thinking of another document he had found in Shang Sirui's bedroom.
"Is the document in the safe box a power of attorney for property transfer?" Zhou Ziheng opened his mouth without raising his head, but he didn't get a response. He turned his face in doubt and found Xia Xiqing was staring at the words on the ground in a daze. .
He couldn't help but touched Xia Xiqing with his elbow, and the other party suddenly reacted, with a strange expression on his face, "Ah, yes, it seems to be."
Although he didn't know him for a long time, Zhou Ziheng had already seen too many faces of this man, who was lazy and cunning, vicious and decisive, and hypocritical. But the moment just now made him feel surprised.
Xia Xiqing realized that his emotions were exposed, and the expression on his face changed again. Zhou Ziheng also found that he was staring too closely at his face, so he lowered his head to look at the spelled agreement. Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng discovered that the agreement was still quite complete. There are also some narratives about the division of property and the judgment of the custody of the 14-year-old only child, which made him have to admire the meticulousness of the program group.
"Have you finished reading? I have something to say." In order not to be seen by others, Xia Xiqing collected the pieces of paper on the ground and put it back into the wastebasket, lowering his voice and telling Zhou Ziheng what he thought of for a long time.
"Come with me." As he said, he stood up, pulled Zhou Ziheng's wide assault jacket cuffs and walked to the closet.
Shang Sirui saw these two people and shouted at the other end, "Hey, self-honoring you..."
Zhou Ziheng did not resist either. Instead, he said to Shang Sirui, "Let’s go to that room to see if there are any other clues." Who knows that after this sentence, the hand that originally grasped his cuff was changed and grabbed directly. Zhou Ziheng froze for a moment, "Hey..."
Xia Xiqing ignored him and took him to another room, let go of his hand, and lightly closed the closet door.
"What do you want to say?" Zhou Ziheng looked into his eyes.
"Now everyone is here," Xia Xiqing walked to the bed and sat down. The rose fragrance in the room made him a little dizzy. "In other words, there must be a killer among us."
Zhou Ziheng folded his arms around his chest and nodded in approval.
"Have you found that the clues to each room are two lines, one line is exclusive to each room, as long as it is connected, you can find the unlocked room, and the other clue has nothing to do with escaping from a single room." Xia Xiqing Rarely showed serious expressions, and analyzed the clues they had one by one, "The notes about dating in the study, the reservation page of the restaurant in the bedroom and the transfer of property and the medical record of only empty shells, the divorce in the woman’s bedroom just now Agreement..." He paused and looked at the room he was in. "So, there should be any clues that have nothing to do with unlocking."
"What do you think these clues are used for?"
Xia Xiqing leaned back on the bed. The information was too broken. He felt a headache. He tore away the hair loop tied up in the back of his head and grabbed his hair. When he turned his head, he inadvertently found a picture on the wall. painting.
"Why didn't you say it?"
Xia Xiqing, who was originally lying on the bed, sat up, with his hair scattered around his ears, looking more gentle. He walked to the wall where the paintings were hung, carefully examined the paintings on it, and finally gave an affirmative answer, "The male owner of this house is indeed cheating." He looked back at Zhou Ziheng." The object of the affair is the owner of this room."
"Because of the fragrance of roses in this room?" Zhou Ziheng was actually a little skeptical, but there was no more convincing evidence, and he didn't jump to the conclusion.
Xia Xiqing shook his head, "Not exactly." He pointed to a painting on the wall. In the painting was a pair of men and women embracing each other. The white shirts outlined the lines of the man's muscles, and the powerful arms embraced the woman's. Waist, behind them are scattered red curtains and distinct bright and dark light and shadow, "This painting is Fragonard's "Latch", the theme is cheating."
Zhou Ziheng, who came by, took a close look at the painting. Without any prior knowledge of art, he could only ask, "How do you show it?"
Xia Xiqing enjoys being asked by Zhou Ziheng, and even more enjoys the process of answering for him. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "See the flowers in the lower right corner? That was the man brought to his lover, but when he opened the door, he saw this woman. Unable to restrain himself, he threw the flower directly on the ground, with one hand around her waist, and the other hand trying to reach out and bolt the door." He looked sideways at Zhou Ziheng's eyes, "Can you imagine that picture? ?"
Zhou Ziheng was choked suddenly, and that kind of stimulating affair scene really appeared in his mind.
This person is too perverted, and every time he asks him so bluntly, he probably won't be able to look at the word "imagination" directly in the future.
In order to hide his embarrassment, Zhou Ziheng frowned and turned the subject abruptly, "So, what does this painting have to do with this room?"
"More than this one. All the paintings in this room are not related to love or portraits of men. Looking at the drawing board by the bed and the clothes in the closet, one can imagine that the owner of the room is a female painter. "Xia Xiqing walked to the drawing board, "I always feel that the clues in these rooms are connected together as a story, like a plot."
Just like many themed room escape games, most of them launch puzzles one by one in a set plot, but this reality show is not like this. Each room seems to be independent, but there is a series of independent In unlocking the clue chain of the door, the plot is revealed step by step.
What is the story? Xia Xiqing felt that the current clues were messy and couldn't put them together.
One of the most critical points must have been missed.
Staring at Xia Xiqing's profile, Zhou Ziheng noticed that there was a scar on his chin that was not easily noticeable, which seemed to have stitches. To be honest, Xia Xiqing was more pleasing when he got serious, plus that beautiful and harmless one. His face can deceive everyone.
I was struggling constantly in my heart, and time passed by minute by minute.
He has never felt so difficult to make a choice.
Several hours have passed, and the first round of voting will begin soon. He can't guarantee whether anyone will be executed in the first round.
Ugh.
Zhou Ziheng reluctantly put his hand in his coat pocket, took out a dark brown dropper bottle and handed it to Xia Xiqing.
Xia Xiqing was a little surprised. When he took the bottle, he glanced at Zhou Ziheng. The expression on the opponent's face was so awkward that he couldn't describe what kind of expression it was.
He couldn't help laughing, "What is this?"
With this frivolous ending, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but feel bored, and he even began to regret his decision to share his unique clues. He looked at Xia Xiqing's slender fingers, which circled the mouth of the brown jar.
Want to take it back, grab it from him now.
Seeing Zhou Ziheng not speaking, Xia Xiqing looked into his eyes and raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you speak?" This time the ending sound was longer.
Zhou Ziheng coughed.
Forget it, I gave it all.
"I just found it in the living room, and it fell on the corner of the dining table." Xia Xiqing looked at the bottle, with a label on it with chemical symbols written on it.
"This is pi, poisonous." Zhou Ziheng played the role of a science student and directly told Xia Xiqing the answer. Hearing these three words, Xia Xiqing was stunned. All the clues gathered in his mind at this moment.
No wonder...
No wonder there are white chrysanthemums on the table in the study, and the furniture is covered with white cloth.
"The male owner was killed." Xia Xiqing raised his eyes to look at Zhou Ziheng, the other side nodded slightly, and said to him, "Does the story line up like this?"
That's right, that's right. Xia Xiqing began to try to connect the previous clues, "The host cheated on the female painter, tried to transfer the property, and divorced the hostess. He is now dead..."
"According to common sense, the hostess is the most suspicious." Zhou Ziheng continued, "It is not impossible to tear up the divorce agreement and kill the host in a hurry."
Xia Xiqing's brows frowned slightly, "It is obvious that the host has received an invitation from the female painter. In the Sophia restaurant, perhaps the host failed to divorce his wife and chose a family. Then the painter is not without the possibility of murder."
Zhou Ziheng looked at the painting "Door Bolt", "What you said makes sense, too much information is given through the painting."
If it weren't for professionals like Xia Xiqing, many clues would be blurred, but would his perspective be over-interpreted
not always.
"Yes, the painting gives a lot of information," Xia Xiqing tried to sort out the paintings that did not get effective information under Zhou Ziheng's reminder. "Most of the room in this room is to remind the female painter and the host of the ambiguous relationship, the hostess. The picture of "Anonymous Girl" hanging in the room, and in our room..."
Hanging "Maha in Clothes".
He suddenly thought of Maha's clothes in the painting, his eyes were empty, and he was stunned, "Did you find out? The clothes Maha was wearing..."
Zhou Ziheng hummed calmly, "It's exactly the same as Cen Xian's body."
The player actually corresponds to the role in the story of the secret room.
Xia Xiqing inserted her fingers into her hair in disbelief and looked at the painting "The Door Bolt" and the portrait of the man on the wall. One of the things they had in common was that they were all wearing white shirts.
"So my counterpart is the male host?"
The player himself doesn't know that he has a character correspondence, and he is completely kept in the dark until the clues are gradually restored.
Who wrote such a carefully thought-out script