On the way out of the village, He Mingde asked Lu Chudao, "How did you come to the judgment that 'Lin Lin died long ago'?"
Just now after Lu Chu asked Wei Rong this question, unexpectedly, Wei Rong did not go crazy, but calmed down. After a while, tears rolled down her dirty cheeks.
"Dead..." she murmured, "It's dead..."
As if hysterical, and as if she had woken up, she shed tears silently and kept repeating: "Dead, dead."
Lu Chu got the answer he wanted, and knowing that Wei Rong could no longer be provoked, he said to the others, "Let's go to City A."
After delivering food to Wei Rong again, the five of them drove a van to City A.
In the car, Li Jiapeng kept looking at Lu Chu out of the corner of his eye, wanting to ask something but dared not say it, and finally He Mingde asked the question they all wanted to know.
Lu Chu smiled: "Do you doubt me?"
He Mingde nodded directly: "A little bit."
Li Jiapeng replied after hearing his words, and said in a broken voice, "Mingde?!"
"Calm down, everyone you see is a fake, everyone is a ghost." Song Gui laughed.
Lu Chudao: "Didn't I say it, it's not just us who want to know the truth, it also wants to, so we are safe."
"But who knows if it will silence us when the truth finally comes out, or if it finds it boring in the middle of the matter, or would it be more fun to simply kill us?" He Mingde asked back.
Lu Chu nodded in agreement when he heard the words: "What you said makes sense." In the middle of speaking, he turned around with a gentle smile, "But what can we do? Can we escape disaster by just sitting around and not knowing? If we can continue to investigate, maybe there is hope of survival.”
Song Gui feared that the world would not be chaotic and said, "Since we are still a little far away from City A, let's vote."
Everyone asked: "What vote?"
Song Gui smiled maliciously: "Of course it's a ghost."
Li Jiapeng was startled: "Don't...don't."
Song Gui raised his eyebrows: "So cowardly?"
Li Jiapeng smiled wryly, and glanced at Lu Chu: "It's a little bit."
Song Gui followed his gaze to look at Lu Chu, and Lu Chu smiled lightly: "You doubt me too."
Song Gui seemed helpless and said: "Oh, everything is possible." He continued, "Come on everyone, just cast a vote, maybe it has been by our side, spying on us all the time, and if we do this, it will cause its attack. Interested?"
He Mingde closed his eyes and took a breath: "What's the use of our interest in it."
Song Gui shrugged: "Who knows."
In the end, everyone decided to speak out who they doubted together.
"Come on, I said 'three two one', let's go together."
"three-
two-
one-"
He Mingde: "Lu Chu."
Li Jiapeng: "Lu Chu."
Song Gui: "Yang Cheng."
Lu Chu: "Yang Cheng."
The remaining one, Qi Li, drove the car, looked ahead, and said flatly: "Yang Cheng." It seemed to be the end of this voting.
Hearing that he had two votes, Lu Chu had no choice but to say, "At least you have some confidence in Wang Po, I'm not 'someone from the village'."
The reason why Li Jiapeng and He Mingde suspected Lu Chu was because they were fine when they first met, but after the accident, they found that Lu Chu's behavior was not like that of a young adult in a remote village who encountered such a tragic situation. The death situation is still not shocked, and he even calmed down quickly, explored the details, and talked to the crazy Wei Rong... Every step, he was so natural that he was convincing, but it was this that made the two of them more suspicious.
Lu Chu has nothing to say. Although he takes on the role, it doesn't mean that he has to play the role of this identity all the time. He came to the "game" to survive, that's all.
He Mingde did not answer Lu Chu, but expressed doubts about the choice of Yang Cheng by the three of them: "You can't just let Cheng Zi... go and let him take the blame."
Lu Chudao: "I didn't let anyone take the blame."
He Mingde looked at the three people who chose Yang Cheng, still doubting, he said: "Then what is your basis? You can't just guess."
Song Guidao: "Character."
Lu Chu said: "Taste."
Qi Li said: "Intuition."
Lu Chu couldn't help laughing when he heard Qi Li's "intuition".
He Mingde and Li Jiapeng looked at Qi Li suspiciously, then asked Song Gui, "What character?"
Song Gui said: "Who knows."
He Mingde frowned: "Don't make trouble, is it interesting to make a joke at this time?"
"I didn't make trouble, I just thought it was him." The space in the car was too narrow, Song Gui stretched his body, and asked Lu Chudao, "What's your opinion, what's the matter with the smell?"
Lu Chu took a deep look at him.
After coming to this "game", Song Gui has always behaved plainly, almost everything let Lu Chu express his feelings first and come up with an idea. If he really didn't find anything, Lu Chu would not believe it. He still remembers that Song Gui can stay in the illusion for a long time, which means that he has already experienced countless "rounds" and survived successfully. Although he has not experienced a few "rounds", Lu Chu knows that he wants to be in Surviving these different but equally dangerous "games" cannot be as simple as good luck.
It is certain that Song Gui is a smart person, and he is also a smart person who pretends to be very deep.
He usually looks at Diao Erlang as nothing to do with himself, but no one knows what he is thinking.
As for why Song Gui didn't express any constructive opinions in this round, but kept pushing Lu Chu out. Lu Chu guessed that he was observing himself and whether it was necessary for him to continue to cooperate.
After all, no one wants a pig teammate.
Lu Chu didn't say anything, but said: "My senses of touch, hearing and smell are much more sensitive than ordinary people."
Li Jiapeng said: "Then what? How can you succeed with this suspicion?"
"The day Yang Cheng had an accident, we saw it together in that room." Lu Chu paused, "At that time, the smell of blood was very strong. I didn't care about it at first, but after a while, the pungent The strong smell of blood is mixed with a faint smell. I have smelled this smell from Yang Cheng before. It is not the smell of soap, nor the smell of other external spices, but the unique smell of Yang Cheng himself. But At that time, I didn't take it seriously, after all, it was the scene of Yang Cheng's death, and it's normal to have his smell. Until last night, we went to check on the body of the village chief."
Li Jiapeng trembled: "You also smelled it?"
Lu Chu nodded: "I was thinking about how to tell you about this. The village chief's body is deeply festered, and the smell of rotting flesh far overwhelms the smell of other living things, but after staying in that room for a long time, Yang Cheng's body The smell is getting stronger and clearer. The smell—"
Li Jiapeng wanted to ask something else, but Lu Chu suddenly said, "Just like now."
Li Jiapeng almost jumped up: "What did you say?!"
"That smell is just like the one in the car now."
For a moment, the moving van fell into a deadly silence.