Zhou Ziheng frowned, "If you follow this line of thinking, which room each player is assigned to will automatically be assigned the identity of the owner of the room. Like you, at the beginning, even the appearance was arranged by the program group. Now It seems that they are all set, but they will not be notified in advance, so that there is an immersive gaming experience."
"Just for the moment." Xia Xiqing leaned on the back of the chair and stepped on the shelf of the drawing board. He was slightly unhappy when he was successfully fooled by the screenwriter, "In order to let the players marvel when they discover the truth." He quickly discovered something unreasonable again, "But you and I are both players in the first room. The owner of that study room should only be a male owner. If I correspond to the dead male owner, who are you? "
Zhou Ziheng frowned slightly. This was where he was puzzled. He looked at the white shirt on Xia Xiqing, thought of the clothing of several other players, and finally looked at his jacket.
"The show crew didn't arrange my look. I just came in wearing my own clothes..." Zhou Ziheng tried to reason, "You are playing the dead male host, so your eyes are also blindfolded, and you can't move your hands or feet. Because you are already'dead', I will help you escape and find the truth..."
"You are a role like a detective, or a real breaker in this secret room." Xia Xiqing can already make a conclusion.
Therefore, I am the dead male host, Zhou Ziheng is a detective, Ruan Xiao is the hostess, Cen Xen is a female painter, and Shang Sirui is a child.
Then, the problem of finding Killer among the five of them turned into a problem of finding a murderer.
All the fragmented clues are like disassembled jigsaw puzzles, and the whole picture can be seen at the moment when every small piece is found and restored.
Xia Xiqing looked down at the "poison bottle" in his hand and handed it back to Zhou Ziheng. He scratched his hair, revealing a slightly beautifully pointed forehead, a pair of peachy eyes, "Hey, give it to me With such a big bottom, I will also tell you a secret."
I don't want to know your secret at all. Zhou Ziheng thought.
But when the camera was facing, he could not speak directly, Xia Xiqing looked up at his face again with an expression of "I'm waiting for you to ask me what my secret is."
Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to say insincerely: "What's the secret?"
"I'm afraid of the dark."
Knowing that there is no truth in this person's mouth.
Zhou Ziheng twitched at the corner of his mouth, "Oh, isn't it?"
"I'm serious." The smile on Xia Xiqing's face reduced a lot, and he turned his head to look at the drawing board in front of him, "So... if there is a dark room afterwards, just leave me behind if you don't want to be dragged down."
It sounds as if I like to bring you with me. Zhou Ziheng’s first reaction was a little awkward, but he calmed down and became even more awkward. The atmosphere suddenly became very strange, which made him helpless. This person usually speaks three-pointers and seven-pointers. He has to doubt it, but his current tone seems to be It's very different from usual.
Before Zhou Ziheng could regain his taste, Xia Xiqing quickly changed his expression, stretched out two long legs, one foot was about to rub against Zhou Ziheng's shoes, he smiled and stretched out, "You believe me now It's not Killer."
Zhou Ziheng suffered a loss once, his mouth was so hard, he directly avoided his question, lowered his head, his eyes flashed over his leather shoes, as well as the white ankles between the trouser legs of the suit and the mouth of the shoe.
How can a man be so white.
"Anyway, my suspicion has been eliminated." Zhou Ziheng avoided his question and only talked about himself.
"The remaining three..." Xia Xiqing still felt that most of the clues pointed to the female painter, including the "Maha in Dress" in the first room. "Does the painting in the first room imply What? I always feel that the third party is the most suspicious."
third party…
Such a sharp statement was used.
Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing's expression and knew that he was already immersed in the game, but this completely violated what he said in the first room.
[Playing this kind of game, the sense of substitution cannot be too strong. ]
He tried to pull Xia Xiqing out, "The painting does give a lot of information, but you think there are paintings in almost every room. The first room is "Maha in Clothes". The purpose is probably to hope that we are seeing Cen Xian. It was time to discover her identity, or Cen Xun discovered his identity after entering our room. The paintings in this room remind the artist and the host’s personal relationship, and your identity. The hostess’s room only has a half-length portrait, which is also Wearing a black shirt, the purpose is to imply the identity of Ruan Xiao. The second room..."
Xia Xiqing listened differently, a little confused, her fingers couldn't help but touch the white paper on the drawing board, but suddenly she realized that something was wrong. Once again, he carefully stroked every inch of the drawing paper, confirming what he was thinking.
This is not a mere blank paper.
Sitting in front of the drawing board, Xia Xiqing looked at the painting tools on one side of the wooden cabinet. He picked up the paintbrush and dipped it in the water. After dipping it in the watercolor paint, he raised his hand to paint on the paper.
"what are you doing?"
Xia Xiqing smiled and started writing, "Obviously, I want to paint." After finishing speaking, Zhou Ziheng held the paintbrush diagonally. Originally, Zhou Ziheng thought he was ill again, but he did not expect that some words gradually appeared on the paper. The upper part.
He took the paper off the drawing board, Zhou Ziheng also moved closer, "Sure enough, you see..."
"What are you doing?" Shang Sirui's voice suddenly appeared, interrupting Xia Xiqing's words. Xia Xiqing subconsciously pressed the paper on the drawing board, and quietly took a few white papers from the table and placed them on the clue paper. On the upper part, covering the previous one, clamped several of them together, and then calmly turned the brush in his hand, drew some lines on the white paper, kept this posture, turned back, and looked at the approaching Shang Sirui. He Cen Xian, and Ruan Xiao following behind.
I don't know why, Xia Xiqing felt that Cen Xian's expression looked a little strange when he looked at him. Could it be that he suspected that he was a killer
Still, Cen Xen is a killer.
Various conjectures collide in his mind. If it is normal, his logic will be clearer when he calms down. But now he has to face other players and understand who is behind the scenes without being suspicious. This is really useless.
"Ziheng, have you found anything?"
Zhou Ziheng held the poison bottle with his hand in his pocket, and said blankly, "There is something that I think is quite suspicious. I just found a torn divorce agreement in that room."
To eliminate the suspicion, they can only divert their attention at the expense of secondary clues.
"Where?"
"I'll take you there." Zhou Ziheng raised his foot to the wastebasket just now.
"Xi Qing, why are you sitting?" Shang Sirui did not follow, but walked to Xia Xiqing's side, his hand was still drawing quickly on the paper, "Ah, I just saw a drawing board or something, itchy hands. , I want to paint."
"It's amazing." Shang Sirui looked at the gradually forming lines on the drawing board, admiring it, "You draw so beautifully."
Zhou Ziheng, who came back from another room with Ruan Xiao and Cen Xian, struggling to get out of the closet, and the gentleman pulled the closet door for the two girls behind to let them come out, "Be careful."
After taking them to read the divorce agreement, Zhou Ziheng thought in his heart whether his doubts were reduced a little, he unconsciously walked to the drawing board. He didn't even notice that he had regarded Xia Xiqing as the only trustworthy person in this game, and subconsciously returned to the area where he was.
"It's really amazing, you, I have admired people who can paint since I was a kid."
"Next time, take more time and draw a picture for you." Xia Xiqing turned his face to the side and smiled at Shang Sirui, who was standing aside. The curvature of his squinted eyes was very soft and sunny, and what he exposed to himself That kind of laughter is completely different, how to describe it, the kind that even has a wave of energy in the corner of his eyes.
Weirdly, Zhou Ziheng didn't notice at all, his eyes were completely nailed to Xia Xiqing's face.
This romantic scum man is really playing routines all the time.
He walked to the drawing board with a cold expression, only to find that Xia Xiqing painted a full-bodied rose with the red watercolor paint before, and the petals were gently stretched on the white paper, soft and gorgeous.
Blood-red roses, pale paper, Xia Xiqing's profile.
There is an inexplicable sense of beauty.
"Do you really want to paint for me? Can I have that kind of entity?" Shang Sirui explained with a little excitement, "It's the kind that can be hung at home."
"No problem, I will give you a big picture in my spare time. How about the oil painting." Xia Xiqing didn't look at his face, casually held the pen and closed it, habitually signing Tsing in the lower right corner of the drawing paper.
"It's so cool to be friends with Dazhi." Shang Sirui sighed again and again.
Xia Xiqing put the pen on the table, turned his head and smiled at him, "You are too exaggerated." Who knows that Zhou Ziheng's face happened to be seen when he turned around, a little surprised.
I didn't expect him to stand behind him all the time, but what kind of expression is this? He looked unhappy and surprised.
It's really strange.
There was no change on Xia Xiqing’s face, but he wanted to laugh a little bit in his heart. He turned his head, raised his hand to open the clip, and took off the drawing paper with the rose and the clue paper hidden underneath. He also stood up and walked to Zhou Ziheng’s side. , I folded the painting a few times and stuffed it directly into his jacket pocket.
"Send you off." Xia Xiqing patted his pocket, and gave him a smile that looked sweet, "Don't dislike it."
In that smile, he and Zhou Ziheng exchanged glances, then turned around pretending that nothing happened, took Shang Sirui’s shoulders, and began to say something, “There’s a divorce agreement in that room of Ruan Xiao. , I think it should have something to do with that, did you read it..."
Zhou Ziheng put his hand into his pocket, and the paper inside exudes a strange temperature.
"Thank you." Zhou Ziheng finally opened his mouth to his back.
You should thank me. Xia Xiqing didn't look back, only raised his hand to the back.
When he painted the paint, he saw the handwriting made up of blank traces on the paper, with only four simple words.
[Turn off the lamp in the study room with the sofa flashlight]
The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng, an inner drama has more attacks than received, an attack that has been in my heart all day long, and a man who scolds a scumbag one second before accepting other people's flowers... attack.