What was originally a remark to him became more and more ambiguous. Zhou Ziheng considered himself unlucky and had nothing to say. He could only lower his head and continue with the work at hand.
Xia Xiqing noticed that the tips of this guy's ears were red.
It was obviously him who was being teased, but he was the one who felt embarrassed.
Arson is also arson.
The pieces of paper gradually recovered in Zhou Ziheng's hands and were 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 before.
"Is the document in the previous safe a power of attorney for property transfer?" Zhou Ziheng asked without raising his head, but got no response. He turned his head puzzledly and found Xia Xiqing staring at the words on the ground in a daze.
He couldn't help but nudge Xia Xiqing with his elbow, and the other party suddenly reacted with a strange expression on his face, "Ah, yes, it seems so."
Although they had known each other for a short time, Zhou Ziheng had seen too many sides of this person, lazy and cunning, vicious and resolute, hypocritical and pretentious. But the moment just now surprised him.
Xia Xiqing realized that his emotions were exposed, and his expression changed again. Zhou Ziheng also realized that he was staring at his face too closely, so he lowered his head to look at the agreement. Surprisingly, Zhou Ziheng found that the agreement was actually written quite complete, and there were some descriptions about the division of property and the custody of the 14-year-old son, which made him admire the meticulousness of the program team.
"Have you finished reading? I have something to say." In order to avoid being seen by others, Xia Xiqing collected the pieces of paper on the ground and put them back into the wastebasket, then lowered his voice and told Zhou Ziheng the thoughts he had been sorting out for a long time.
"Come with me." He stood up, pulled Zhou Ziheng's large jacket sleeve and walked towards the closet.
Shang Sirui saw the two men and shouted from the other end, "Hey, Ziheng, you guys..."
Zhou Ziheng did not resist, but said to Shang Sirui, "Let's go to that room to see if there are any other clues." But after saying this, the hand that originally grabbed his sleeve changed and directly grabbed his wrist. Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment, "Hey..."
Xia Xiqing took him to another room regardless, let go of his hand, and gently closed the closet door.
"Do you have anything to say?" Zhou Ziheng looked into his eyes.
"Now that everyone is here," Xia Xiqing walked over to the bed and sat down. The rose fragrance in the room made him feel a little dizzy. "That means there must be a killer among us."
Zhou Ziheng crossed his arms across his chest and nodded in approval.
"Have you noticed that the clues in each room are two lines? One line is unique to each room. As long as you connect it, you can find the unlocked room. The other clue has nothing to do with escaping the single secret room." Xia Xiqing showed a rare serious expression and analyzed the clues they had one by one. "The date note in the study, the restaurant reservation page and property transfer entrustment and the empty medical records in the bedroom, the divorce agreement in the woman's bedroom just now..." He paused and looked at the room he was in, "So, this room should also have some clues that are not related to unlocking."
"What do you think these clues are used for?"
Xia Xiqing fell back on the bed. The information was too fragmented. He felt a headache. He untied the hairband at the back of his head and scratched his hair. When he turned his head, he accidentally discovered a painting on the wall.
"Why don't you say anything?"
Xia Xiqing, who was lying on the bed, sat up. His hair fell around his ears, making him look even gentler. He walked to the wall where the paintings were hung, carefully examined the paintings, and finally gave a positive answer, "The male owner of this house is indeed having an affair." He turned around and looked at Zhou Ziheng, "The person he is having an affair with is the owner of this room."
"Because of the rose scent in this room?" Zhou Ziheng actually had some doubts, but without more convincing evidence, he did not jump to conclusions.
Xia Xiqing shook his head. "Not exactly." He pointed to a painting on the wall. In the painting was a couple embracing each other. The white shirt outlined the man's muscular body, and his strong arms were around the woman's waist. Behind them were staggered red curtains and distinct light and dark shadows. "This painting is Fragonard's "The Bolt", and the theme is adultery."
Zhou Ziheng came over and looked at the painting carefully. Without any prior knowledge of art, he could only ask, "How is it expressed?"
Xia Xiqing enjoyed being questioned by Zhou Ziheng, and even more so the process of answering him. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "See the flowers in the lower right corner? Those were brought by this man for his lover. But when he opened the door and saw this woman, he couldn't help but throw the flowers on the ground, put one hand around her waist, and reached out with the other hand to fasten the door." He looked into Zhou Ziheng's eyes from the side, "Can you imagine that scene?"
Zhou Ziheng was suddenly choked, and the exciting scene of the affair really popped up in his mind.
This person is so perverted. If you ask him so bluntly every time, he probably won't be able to look at the word "imagine" directly anymore.
In order to hide his embarrassment, Zhou Ziheng frowned and changed the subject abruptly, "So, what is the relationship between this painting and this room?"
"It's not just this one. All the paintings in this room are either about love or portraits of men. Look at the drawing board next to the bed and the clothes in the closet. It's obvious 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 to form a story, as if there is a plot."
Like many themed escape room games, most of them unveil puzzles one by one within a set plot, but this reality show is not like that. Each room seems to be independent, but there is a series of clues independent of unlocking the door, which reveal the plot step by step.
What kind of story is this? Xia Xiqing felt that the clues he had now were too confusing to put together.
I must have missed a crucial point.
Gazing at Xia Xiqing's profile, Zhou Ziheng discovered that there was an imperceptible scar on his chin, which looked like it had been stitched. To be honest, Xia Xiqing was much more pleasing to the eye when he was serious, and with that pretty and harmless face, he could fool everyone.
I was struggling in my heart and time was passing by every second.
He had never found it so difficult to make a choice.
Several hours had passed and the first round of voting would begin soon. He had no way of guaranteeing whether anyone would be executed in the first round.
well.
Zhou Ziheng put his hand into his coat pocket somewhat helplessly, 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 other's face was so awkward that he couldn't even describe what kind of expression it was.
He couldn't help laughing, "What is this?"
With this frivolous ending again, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but feel annoyed, and even began to regret his decision to share his unique clues. He looked at Xia Xiqing's slender fingers, circling the mouth of the brown wide-mouth bottle.
If you want to take it back, take it back from him now.
Seeing that Zhou Ziheng didn't say anything, Xia Xiqing looked into his eyes and raised the end of his eyebrows, "Why don't you speak?" This time the tail tone was dragged out longer.
Zhou Ziheng coughed.
Forget it, I’ve given it all.
"I just found it in the living room. It fell on a corner of the dining table." Xia Xiqing looked at the bottle. There was a label on it with chemical symbols written on it.
"This is cyanide, it's poisonous." Zhou Ziheng played the role of a science student and told Xia Xiqing the answer directly. Hearing these three words, Xia Xiqing was stunned, and 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, who nodded slightly and said to him, "Does this tie together the plot?"
That's right, that's right. Xia Xiqing began to try to connect the previous clues, "The male owner cheated on the female painter, tried to transfer the property, and divorced the female owner. He is dead now..."
"Logically speaking, the mistress is the most suspicious," Zhou Ziheng continued, "It's not impossible that she tore up the divorce agreement and killed the man in a moment of desperation."
Xia Xiqing frowned slightly. "It's obvious that the male host received an invitation from the female painter to the Sophia restaurant. Maybe the male host didn't divorce his wife in the end and chose family. So it's not impossible that the painter killed someone."
Zhou Ziheng looked at the painting "Door Latch" and said, "What you said makes sense. Too much information is given through the painting."
If there weren't professionals like Xia Xiqing, many clues would become blurred, but would his perspective be over-interpreted
maybe.
"Yes, the paintings give a lot of information," Xia Xiqing tried to sort out the paintings that did not give any useful information after Zhou Ziheng reminded him. "Most of the paintings in this room are hinting at the ambiguous relationship between the female painter and the male owner. The painting 'Unknown Woman' hanging in the female owner's room, and the one in our room..."
Hanging on the wall is a painting called "The Clothed Maha".
He suddenly thought of the clothes that Maha was wearing in the painting. His eyes were blank and he said blankly, "Did you notice? The clothes that Maha was wearing..."
Zhou Ziheng hummed calmly, "It's exactly the same as what's on Cen Cen."
The players actually correspond to the characters in the secret room plot.
Xia Xiqing put his fingers into his hair in disbelief, his eyes looking at the painting "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 I correspond to the male host?"
The players themselves are unaware that they have corresponding characters and are completely kept in the dark until they discover it after the clues are gradually restored.
Who wrote such a terrifying script