Not long after we left, the program group's announcement came from the room audio: "Please note, all players, there are 30 minutes left before all the members are voted and executed. The countdown will be displayed on your mobile phone screens. Please be at the specified time. Nei decided on the killer candidate in his mind, and went to the dinner table to complete the execution together."
Is time so tight? Xia Xiqing frowned unconsciously.
This kind of game is similar to the Werewolf Killing. Everyone’s identities are in a black box. No one can see. They can only suspect each other. Even voting is conducted through the mobile phone in a disguised and anonymous way. No one knows the people around them. Who will vote for.
If you make a hasty decision, you will probably kill the innocent by mistake and even affect the final result.
To be honest, this is just a reality show, a trivial game, but Xia Xiqing hates failed "GAME OVER" the most. He is the kind of person who lives in pursuit of victory.
Can not make a decision casually, if there is no evidence that can support the facts.
Xia Xiqing led Shang Sirui to the previous mistress's room and met Cen Xian and Ruan Xiao who were still inside. Up to this moment, Xia Xiqing still believed that there was a killer among them, but he did not have evidence, nor did he have enough clues to testify.
If you try... it's too easy to be exposed.
"Xi Qing," Ruan Xiao unexpectedly stopped him first, "I want to ask you some questions about painting. I don't know much about art."
Xia Xiqing smiled gently, "Of course."
Shang Sirui laughed, "I don't know why, the picture of the two of you in the same frame makes me fill up the romantic love story between the noble lady and the artist hahaha."
The atmosphere that was originally tense because of the countdown became a lot more active, but Cen Zhen broke the delicate balance.
There is always no expression on her cold face, but at the moment she is a little suspicious. The crimson lipstick makes her face even colder, "You study art? I don't understand, a person who studies art. Why can you solve these problems so quickly? Is it all based on your artistic talent?"
Although these words are based on reasonable speculation, anyone who does not know Xia Xiqing could say such words, but Cen Zhen is obviously more hostile, so Xia Xiqing feels very uncomfortable in her heart. To be precise, it is uncomfortable. .
But he still smiled and replied, "I am studying art, but mathematics is my hobby. As Van Gogh said, his paintings are precise calculations. An artist who can be called an excellent artist often has profound knowledge. Mathematics skills, or a keen sense of mathematics."
Standing on the side, Shang Sirui laughed at the second half of the sentence, "Xi Qing is also very good at painting, but he is really good at math. When we were in that room just now, a lot of Xi Qing solved it. Yes, the level of the Great God."
Xia Xiqing frowned slightly. This was a very subtle and short-lived movement. He felt wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell whether it was because of who was wrong or because of the atmosphere.
"Really?" Cen Cen smiled, "I have been guessing whether the killer itself has more information about ordinary players, otherwise he seems to suffer too much from fighting alone. So... What if you are not an ordinary player? "
She asked... Is she testing herself, or is she taking a bite back? Xia Xiqing could not be sure, but he knew very well that his current situation was very dangerous.
Everyone was waiting for Xia Xiqing's answer, but saw him smile without flaws, which looked friendly and gentle, but what he said was very decisive.
"If I were really a killer, the first thing I would do is to'kill' Zhou Ziheng."
Cen Zhen obviously did not expect that he would say such a thing. In her eyes, Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng are equivalent to an ally relationship, "But you have been together since you cracked the room. You are not..."
"What about now? Am I with him?" Xia Xiqing put his arms around his chest, leaning against the wall with a smile, "Where is Ziheng now?" His eyes swept over several people around him, and Ruan Xiao's face remained the same. Can't see the expression, Cen Cen stopped talking, but Shang Sirui laughed a few times, "Impossible, I don't think it will be Brother Ziheng, he has been very serious in solving puzzles..."
"Me too." Xia Xiqing blinked, "Isn't I serious about solving mysteries?"
He paused and continued, "I tell you a very important piece of information. From the beginning, my escape difficulty was higher than that of Zhou Ziheng. My hands and feet were all tied up, and even my eyes were blindfolded, but he could easily do it. Easily escape, you might as well think about it, how can the program crew set killer so hard? On the contrary, it is self-hinging. From the beginning, the clearest idea is him. According to your point of view, is it possible that he took the script? ?"
After that, Cen Cen looked at Xia Xiqing with a complex expression, and Xia Xiqing looked at her fearlessly with serious nonsense. After a while, Cen Cen raised his foot to leave the room, but was stopped by Xia Xiqing, "Advise you not to go. Find him, if he really is, and his identity is discovered, you will definitely not be able to live."
Cen Xian's footsteps stopped. Although she was not so willing, she had to admit that Xia Xiqing did make sense.
Xia Xiqing observed the expression on her face and smiled inwardly.
Mathematics can only be regarded as a hobby. He is really good at teasing people.
He can't let himself be cast like this. With such a rhythm, he believes that people like Ruan Xiao cannot be shaken. It is an ineffective interference, but Cen Zhen is different. If the ticket in her hand was given to herself at the beginning, now that she is disturbed, she might be To whom, this catches the gap for one's own survival. It doesn't matter if a security figure like Zhou Ziheng gets more votes from Cen Xian.
But who will Shang Sirui vote for? Xia Xiqing looked at him, but found that he was in a daze, as if thinking about something on his mind.
"Don't guess first," Ruan Xiao calmly broke the deadlock. "You should tell me about these paintings." Xia Xiqing nodded unconfirmed, stood up straight and walked to Ruan Xiaodi's side, and raised his finger. "Anonymous Girl" on the wall, "Do you want to ask this one?"
Ruan Xiao, who was looking up at "Anonymous Girl", first nodded, and quickly gave a negative answer, "It's not just this one, I think there is a problem with the paintings in every room. These painting groups can't be Just pick it up as decorations."
Although Ruan Xiao had a lot less clues than he and Zhou Ziheng, her intuition was correct. Xia Xiqing understood what she meant, so she said, "You are right, but not every room has pictures. Except for the living room, I remember..." He looked at Shang Sirui beside him, "Your original room is not painted, right."
Shang Sirui was stunned for a moment, and then he thought about it, "Yes, I don't have a painting in my room, nor does it in my living room."
Why did he hesitate
"You didn't paint when you entered the room?" Xia Xiqing asked again.
This time Shang Sirui did not hesitate, and replied very positively: "Yes."
Xia Xiqing nodded slowly, and his eyes left Shang Sirui's face. At this moment, Cen Zhen proposed to return to his original room. Before leaving, he looked back at Shang Sirui, "Si Rui, come and help. I move the bed, I want to see if there are any clues below."
Shang Sirui gave a cry and followed Cen Xian out.
After such a long time, Zhou Ziheng should have found it... Xia Xiqing is still a little worried, afraid that he will be interfered by Cen Xen and Shang Sirui to find clues.
Now the most critical clue is in Zhou Ziheng's hands.
Until hearing the sound of the closet door closing, Ruan Xiao took out a folded piece of paper from his dinner bag, without saying anything, and handed it directly to Xia Xiqing.
This move was unexpected, but it was reasonable. This Ruan Xiao is indeed a smart person. She has probably ruled out her suspicion by making such a decision.
Xia Xiqing took the paper and glanced at it.
This is the inside page of a medical record, and the line written on it quickly grabbed his attention.
[Patient, male, 14 years old, diagnosed with bipolar disorder. ]
Bipolar disorder, isn't that bipolar disorder? When you are depressed, you will have a low mood. When you are manic, it is difficult to control your emotions, and you will make some extreme ideological events that are uncontrollable.
"Where did you find it?" Xia Xiqing was a little surprised. For a moment, he thought of the medical record in Shang Sirui's room that was only empty.
"Shang Sirui's room is hidden in a coat in the closet." Ruan Xiao replied softly, "It's hidden deeply, it doesn't feel like the way the program group puts out clues."
wrong.
It was wrong from the beginning.
Xia Xiqing leaned against the wall, swiftly moving through all the things that happened before, only to realize that from the initial meeting, almost every dialogue and movement was a well-set trap, waiting for him to jump.
He originally thought that according to the setting of the general program, there must be someone among the guests who took the "Muggle" script, but he got the wrong target, and the real ignorance was actually that it seemed inaccessible. Cen Xian. Not only that, but his natural prejudice against the third party also led to deviations in his judgment.
Xia Xiqing's eyes were empty, and in a short period of time, he quickly thought about Killer's tactics. If he could use execution as a public way out, plus his right to darkness, then he could get rid of two people.
These two people, needless to say, must be him and Zhou Ziheng.
After analyzing all possible solutions from the Killer's perspective, Xia Xiqing finally understood. He raised his eyes to Ruan Xiao, "You help me act out a scene."
Ruan Xiao thinks something is wrong. This person obviously already knows who the killer is, and he is about to start voting now. At this time, shouldn't the safest way to win the players on the field and ensure that they are not voted out in the voting office? ? But this way he clearly wanted to do something, "What are you going to do?"
Xia Xiqing scratched the hair on his forehead and licked her dry lower lip unconsciously.
"Suicide attack."