Zhou Ziheng frowned, "If we follow this line of thinking, each player will automatically be given the identity of the owner of the room they are assigned to. For example, in the beginning, even your appearance was arranged by the program team. Now it seems that everything is set, but they will not inform you in advance. This way, you can have an immersive gaming experience."
"It was just for that moment." Xia Xiqing leaned back in his chair, his feet on the drawing board. He was a little unhappy that he had been successfully deceived by the screenwriter. "So that the players can be amazed when they discover the truth." He soon found something unreasonable. "But you and I are both players of the first room. The owner of the study room should only be the male owner. If I correspond to the dead male owner, then who are you?"
Zhou Ziheng frowned slightly. This was also what confused him. He looked at Xia Xiqing's white shirt, then thought about the attire of several other players, and finally looked at his own jacket.
"The production team didn't arrange any styling for me. I just came in wearing my own clothes..." Zhou Ziheng tried to reason, "You are playing the role of the deceased male host, so your eyes are also covered, and your hands and feet cannot move, because you are already 'dead'. I helped you escape and find the truth..."
"You are a detective-like character, or the real breaker of this secret room." Xia Xiqing has already made a conclusion.
So, he is the dead male owner, Zhou Ziheng is the detective, Ruan Xiao is the female owner, Cen Cen is the female painter, and Shang Sirui is the child.
Then, the problem of finding the killer among these five people turns into the problem of finding the murderer.
All the fragmented clues are like disassembled puzzle pieces. Only when you find every small piece and restore them together can you see the whole picture.
Xia Xiqing looked down at the "poison bottle" in his hand and handed it back to Zhou Ziheng. He scratched his hair, revealing his slightly widow's peak forehead and a pair of bright peach blossom eyes. "Hey, you told me so much, I'll tell you a secret too."
I don't want to know your secret at all, Zhou Ziheng thought.
But because the camera was pointing at him, he couldn't say it directly. Xia Xiqing looked up at his face with an expression that said, "I'm waiting for you to ask me what the secret is."
Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to ask insincerely: "What secret?"
"I'm afraid of the dark."
I know there is not a single truth coming out of this person's mouth.
Zhou Ziheng twitched the corner of his mouth, "Oh, really?"
"I'm serious." Xia Xiqing's smile faded a lot, and he turned his head to look at the drawing board in front of him, "So... if there is a black room later, just leave me behind if you don't want to be held back."
You said it as if I really like being with you. Zhou Ziheng's first reaction was a little awkward, but it became even more awkward after he calmed down. The atmosphere suddenly became very strange, which made him a little helpless. This person usually spoke three parts of truth and seven parts of lies, so he had to doubt it, but his current tone seemed to be very different from usual.
Before Zhou Ziheng could come to his senses, Xia Xiqing quickly changed his expression, stretched out his two long legs, and one foot almost touched Zhou Ziheng's shoes. He smiled and stretched, "Now you believe that I am not a killer, right?"
Zhou Ziheng had suffered a loss once and was very stubborn. He simply avoided his question, lowered his head, and glanced at his leather shoes and the white ankle between his trouser legs and the shoe openings.
How can a man be so white
"Anyway, my suspicion has been ruled out." Zhou Ziheng avoided his questions and only talked about himself.
"The remaining three..." Xia Xiqing still felt that most of the clues pointed to the female painter, including the "Dressed Maha" in the first room. "Could the painting in the first room hint at something? I always think the third person is the most suspicious."
third party…
Such a sharp expression was used.
Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing's expression and knew that he was immersed in the game, but this completely contradicted what he said in the first room.
[When playing this kind of game, the sense of immersion cannot be too strong.]
He tried to pull Xia Xiqing out. "The paintings do give a lot of information, but think about it, there are paintings in almost every room. The first room is "Dressed Maha", and the purpose is probably to hope that we will find out her identity when we see Cen Cen, or that Cen Cen will find out her identity after entering our room. The paintings in this room are hints at the painter's affair with the male host, as well as your identity. The hostess's room has only a half-length portrait, also wearing a black top, the purpose is to hint at Ruan Xiao's corresponding identity. The second room..."
Xia Xiqing listened in a distracted manner, his fingers unconsciously touching the white paper on the drawing board, but suddenly found something wrong. He once again carefully touched every inch of the drawing paper to confirm what he was thinking.
This is not just a blank sheet of paper.
Sitting in front of the drawing board, Xia Xiqing looked at the painting tools on the wooden cabinet beside him, picked up the paintbrush, wet it in water, dipped it in watercolor paint, and raised his hand to paint on the paper.
"what are you doing?"
Xia Xiqing smiled and started writing, "Obviously, I want to paint." After saying that, he held the paintbrush at an angle. Zhou Ziheng originally thought that he was having a seizure again, but unexpectedly, some words gradually appeared on the paper, which were the parts that the paint could not be applied to.
He took the paper off the drawing board, and Zhou Ziheng moved closer. "Sure enough, look..."
"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, calmly took a few pieces of white paper from the table and placed them on top of the clue paper, covering the previous one, clamped several pieces of paper together, then calmly turned the paintbrush in his hand, casually drew some lines on the white paper, kept this posture and turned his head to look at Shang Sirui and Cen Cen who were approaching, and Ruan Xiao who was following behind.
For some reason, Xia Xiqing felt that Cen Cen's expression when looking at him was a little strange. Could it be that he suspected that he was a killer
Or, Cen Cen is the killer.
Various speculations collided in his mind. If it were normal, his logic would be clearer if he calmed down. But now he had to face other players. It was really difficult for him to figure out who was the mastermind while reducing his own suspicion.
"Ziheng, did you find anything?"
Zhou Ziheng put his hand in his pocket, holding the poison bottle, and said expressionlessly, "There is one thing I find suspicious. I just found a torn divorce agreement in that room."
If you want to eliminate suspicion, you can only sacrifice minor clues to divert their attention.
"Where?"
"I'll take you there." After saying that, Zhou Ziheng walked towards the wastebasket.
"Xiqing, what are you doing sitting here?" Shang Sirui did not follow him. Instead, he walked to Xia Xiqing's side. His hands were still drawing rapidly on the paper. "Ah, I just saw a drawing board and itched to draw."
"That's amazing." Shang Sirui looked at the lines gradually taking shape on the drawing board and was full of admiration. "You draw so beautifully."
Zhou Ziheng, who had returned from another room with Ruan Xiao and Cen Cen, struggled to get out of the closet, and gentlemanly held the closet door for the two girls behind him, letting them out. "Be careful."
After showing them the divorce agreement, Zhou Ziheng wondered if his suspicions had been reduced. He unconsciously walked to the drawing board. He didn't even realize that he had already regarded Xia Xiqing as the only person he could trust in this game, and subconsciously moved closer to the area where he was.
"You are really amazing. I have admired people who can draw since I was a child."
"I'll spend more time next time and draw a picture for you." Xia Xiqing turned his head and smiled at Shang Sirui who was standing beside him. The arc of his eyes was very soft and sunny, completely different from the smile he showed to her. How to describe it? Even the corners of his eyes revealed a sense of wildness.
It was so eye-catching that Zhou Ziheng didn't notice at all that his eyes were completely fixed on Xia Xiqing's face.
This womanizing scumbag is really using tricks all the time.
He walked to the drawing board with a cold expression, only to find that Xia Xiqing had used the red watercolor paint to paint a blooming rose. The petals gently stretched out on the white paper, soft and gorgeous.
Blood-red roses, pale paper, and Xia Xiqing’s profile.
There is an inexplicable sense of beauty.
"Are you really going to draw for me? Can I have a physical one?" Shang Sirui explained a little excitedly, "The kind that can be hung at home."
"No problem. I'll draw a big one for you when I have free time. How about oil painting?" Xia Xiqing didn't look at his face. He casually held the pen and put it away, and habitually signed a "tsing" in the lower right corner of the drawing paper.
"It's so cool to be friends with a great guy." Shang Sirui sighed repeatedly.
Xia Xiqing put the pen on the table, turned around and smiled at him, "You are exaggerating." Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Zhou Ziheng's face and was a little surprised.
I didn't expect him to be standing behind me all this time, but what's that expression? He looked unhappy and a little surprised.
How strange.
There was no change on Xia Xiqing's face, but he felt like laughing. He turned around, raised his hand to open the folder, took out the drawing paper with the rose on it and the clue paper hidden underneath, then stood up and walked to Zhou Ziheng, folded the drawing a few times and stuffed it directly into his jacket pocket.
"This is for you." Xia Xiqing patted his pocket and gave him a sweet smile. "Don't despise me."
In that smile, he exchanged a look with Zhou Ziheng, then turned around as if nothing had happened, put his arm around Shang Sirui's shoulders, and began to talk about something, "There is a divorce agreement in Ruan Xiao's room. I think it should be related to that thing. Have you seen it..."
Zhou Ziheng reached into his pocket, and the papers inside gave off a strange warmth.
"Thank you." Zhou Ziheng finally spoke towards his back.
You should thank me. Xia Xiqing didn't look back, but just waved his hand behind him.
When he painted, he saw the handwriting made up of blank marks on the paper, just four simple words.
[Sofa flashlight study light off]