Cen Xian looked at the empty bed bottom, a little anxious, "Is there still no clue..." She turned to look at Shang Sirui, "Sirui, what should I do now?"
Shang Sirui sighed, "I'll wait for the execution to vote later," he took out his phone, and the countdown to the vote was displayed on the screen. "There are still thirteen minutes."
"Then whom shall we vote for? Is it still the previous one?"
Shang Sirui bulged and frowned, like a child who didn't grab the candy, "Sister Cen Xun, you won't be persuaded by Xi Qing so quickly, do you really think that Ziheng will be a killer? Anyway? I don’t think that Ziheng’s various performances do not look like a villain. What's more, he is a master of learning, isn’t it normal for him to have clear ideas and solve problems quickly? What we need to do now is to make the most possible as early as possible. People voted out."
Cen Zhen hesitated for a while, and asked uncertainly, "Then we go to persuade Ziheng to be with us?"
Shang Sirui shook his head, "Never mind self-hanging. He has been with Xi Qing before and may not listen to our vote for him. Ruan Xiao has already agreed with us before, if we vote for all three..." Suddenly , He heard a sound, so he opened the closet door gently, Ruan Xiao's voice came from another room.
"Well then, I will hung on with you."
Xia Xiqing's voice also appeared.
"Trust me, he must have a problem."
Hearing the footsteps of the two people approaching, Shang Sirui quickly stepped back. Xia Xiqing and Ruan Xiao walked out of the closet, and saw Shang Sirui and Cen Xian standing beside the moved bed. Xia Xiqing said, " Have you found any useful clues?"
Shang Sirui sighed, "No... I can't find it anymore."
Xia Xiqing raised her eyebrows and winked at Ruan Xiao, "Then I'll go to Ziheng first, do you want to be together?"
Ruan Xiao looked at Cen Xian, Cen Xian also looked at her, winking at her, Ruan Xiao's face showed a little hesitation, "I... I'll be here first."
The expression on Shang Sirui's face was obviously relaxed a lot.
Seeing that the three of them didn't mean to go away, Xia Xiqing sighed. He left the female painter's room with a calm expression on his face, and thoughtfully closed the door for them.
If Xia Xiqing didn't guess wrong, Shang Sirui and Cen Xian would definitely try to persuade Ruan Xiao to follow them and vote for himself out. During this period, Ruan Xiao and the two of them could deal with each other to free up time for him to find evidence.
Shang Sirui is not stupid. He will definitely find that his plan is failing. At that time, he will "kill" Xia Xiqing in a hurry because he is afraid that things will be revealed.
And this is exactly what Xia Xiqing wanted. He wanted to force this killer to use his only right to kill on his own initiative, so that he would no longer pose a threat to Zhou Ziheng.
The prerequisite is that he can really find evidence to prove Shang Sirui's identity to Zhou Ziheng before he died. Otherwise, based on Zhou Ziheng's prejudice against him, I am afraid that he would not believe his own words.
There was no one in the living room, Xia Xiqing didn't know where Zhou Ziheng was now, and there was no time to know.
He took out his phone and glanced at the countdown, there were eight minutes left.
Xia Xiqing, who walked quickly towards Shang Sirui’s original room, raised his white shirt to his elbow, walked directly to the empty wall facing the camera, and confirmed once again that the two nails were still there, and they were indeed there. there.
There must have been paintings here.
Xia Xiqing took down every piece of clothing in the closet and threw it on the ground. The closet suddenly became empty and there was nothing. Xia Xiqing tried to consider the problem by substituting the ideas of Shang Sirui at the time.
Judging from the paintings in other rooms, the painting here should have been framed, unless he removed the frame, no, no, it was too much trouble and no tools. Shang Sirui didn't even take out his medical records, so a painting of that size was even more impossible.
Xia Xiqing looked around the room, and it must have been hidden in a corner of the room.
Where is it, where is it
The situation was really tense, and Xia Xiqing felt sweat bursting out of her palms.
He took a breath, trying to calm himself down. Standing in front of the closet, he carefully scanned the entire room. This room is not big and there are not many places to hide a painting.
carpet? Impossible, they have stepped on it several times. Xia Xiqing opened the carpet, and there really was nothing. Under the round table? No, he still bent over and checked, there was nothing on the back.
It will not be so obvious.
He walked to the closet next to the bed and opened all the drawers. There was no painting in it, and in fact there was no painting.
Xia Xiqing's eyes finally stayed on the bed.
It suddenly occurred to him that when they got the memo for picking up the pen, they offered to move the bed to check, and Shang Sirui was reluctant at first.
Thinking of his expression at the time, Xia Xiqing was almost certain that there must be a problem with the bed. He immediately tore off all the beddings on this prop bed and threw them on the ground one by one, leaving only the bare bed board.
No. still none.
impossible.
Xia Xiqing tried to substitute Shang Sirui's perspective again, recalling all the details, the expression on his face, and what he had said.
The memory became blurred. The only thing Xia Xiqing was sure of was that Shang Sirui didn't want him and Zhou Ziheng to move the bed away.
This shows that the "moving the bed" itself can easily expose the painting he hid.
He thought of a possibility that was almost impossible.
Xia Xiqing moved the bed alone, not to be precise, but moved to the wall and lifted one side. This light-weight prop bed was easily placed on the ground by him, with the surface of the bed leaning against the wall, and the entire bottom of the bed was completely exposed in front of his eyes.
As he expected, there was a painting on the bottom of the bed, which was hurriedly fastened by wide tape.
The protagonist in this painting is a beautiful young man with long light brown hair. He is tightly entangled by a banshee with a human face and animal body. The banshee's beautiful face looks up at the young serious eyes, two The beastly claws gripped his chest tightly, and his eyes were full of temptation.
Xia Xiqing couldn’t be more familiar with this painting. It is Gustave Moreau’s Oedipus and the Sphinx.
Oedipus is almost one of the most famous and tragic characters in ancient Greek mythology.
He was kind and intelligent, full of the beauty of human nature, but he never escaped the oracle of patricide throughout his life.
"Oedipus... Father-killing..." Xia Xiqing frowned. Sure enough, he was deceived from the beginning.
This painting is the biggest clue to killer's identity. The derailed father and the tense parents have no intention of showing him alms and love.
The beloved son who can only communicate with his father on a note is the low ebb when the depression occurs.
When mania broke out, he killed his father who had betrayed the family.
Such a plot is so real that Xia Xiqing feels uncomfortable, but the current tension slightly dilutes the physical discomfort. He knelt on the ground and tried to pull the tape to take out the painting, but it was too tight, and he took a lot of effort to pull off only a few pieces of tape.
"Xi Qing? Where are you Xi Qing?"
It is the voice of Shang Sirui.
Xia Xiqing's heart beat faster, he judged the urgency of the matter as quickly as possible, and chose to give up pulling the picture apart.
He can't only know about this, he has to tell others. He originally planned to get this painting for Zhou Ziheng, who didn't believe him in any way. Only with the strongest evidence would he believe what he said. But now it's too late, just explain it to him directly.
His time is running out, and Shang Sirui must not be able to wait.
Before he killed himself, he had to bet all the odds on Zhou Ziheng.
Xia Xiqing immediately walked to the door of Shang Sirui and his original room, trying to try his luck to see if he was inside. If not, it would be troublesome. Shang Sirui was already stuck in the living room.
As soon as he opened the door of the study, Xia Xiqing found that it was dark inside.
For a moment, he felt a strong shortness of breath, and even felt dizzy.
He hesitated, his steps were uncontrollably stagnated. The black room was like a black hole with no end, dangerous and unknown. The sticky black penetrated from the boundary of light and dark, and was adsorbed on his toes and his His feet and his calves dragged him in alive.
So sad…
Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand to touch the lamp at the door of the room in a panic, but suddenly his wrist was grabbed by the other hand, dragged for a few steps, and walked directly into the room. Xia Xiqing felt extremely uncomfortable, and even lost control of his emotions and wanted to swear words. Just when he couldn't help but want to speak, the unreasonable person pushed him against the wall and covered his mouth.
"Shhh. I found a clue and can go out..."
It was Zhou Ziheng's voice.
The excessive stress reaction made Xia Xiqing even forget to ask Zhou Ziheng why he knew it was him in the first place, and he could not see anything.
Outside the door, Si Rui's voice was getting closer.
His mouth was covered and he couldn't speak, but Zhou Ziheng's strength was so strong that Xia Xiqing had to take a bite of his palm.
Zhou Ziheng let go of his hand painfully, "What are you doing?"
"I can't get out." Xia Xiqing leaned against the cold wall, panting, her voice slightly hoarse.
In the darkness, he fumbled and grabbed Zhou Ziheng's hand with a deep and anxious voice, "Shang Sirui is Killer, you believe me, this time I definitely did not lie to you."
He said these words hurriedly and flustered, Zhou Ziheng's heartbeat suddenly became much faster, and it hit his chest violently. He couldn't tell why, probably because he felt that Xia Xiqing in the dark was too strange.
Before he had time to say one more sentence or explain one more sentence, the familiar metallic voice came from the ceiling.
"The player Xia Xiqing, die. The player Xia Xiqing, die."
Repeated death notices hovered overhead, spreading in the dark.
Even though everything in his vision was endless black, Zhou Ziheng could feel that the cold hands that had grasped him loosened, and his fingers gradually left the pulse of his wrist.
"From now on, the player Xia Xiqing loses the right to speak, please go to the outing table in the living room and wait for the outing."
The author has something to say: The next chapter is Zhou Ziheng's carrying and ending the game.
Zhou Ziheng: I recognized my wife in one second and got bitten, and I was angry.
Xia Xiqing: Aren’t you quite agitated, your little heart is thumping~
Zhou Ziheng: Well, that's so angry!