When Wang Bulao walked in front of Gu Liang, he was stunned for a moment, as if he could see that he was a man.
What Gu Liang didn't expect was that the man quickly re-entered the scene after being stunned for a short time. "The lady prepared the soothing soup for me, thank you. I'll drink it right away."
Gu Liang frowned. "Don't call me that. This is not real acting, and you are not an NPC. As for being so involved in the play? What's more..."
Besides, do you know that you are the deceased in this script
Hearing this, Boss Wang smiled wearily and sat down on the wooden bench.
After a while, he looked at Gu Liang: "Are you a new player? Have you only played "Death of Boss Bai"?"
"Are you an old player?" Gu Liang asked.
"Yes, not really. I've played a lot of scripts, but I've been swaying in the easy levels, and I haven't touched the difficult ones." Boss Wang sighed, "I'm used to this game. The more you play, the more difficult you will be. You will find that immersing yourself in characters helps you forget reality and forget right and wrong. You have to immerse yourself in the game, if you are too sober... people will go crazy."
Gu Liang didn't answer, looking noncommittal. But he twitched the brow on the right side, and glanced down at the corner of his lips, revealing a faint look of disdain, obviously he didn't agree with Wang Bulao's words.
At this moment, Boss Wang picked up the Anshen Soup and took a sip calmly.
Gu Liang didn't have time to stop, his brow furrowed sleeplessly. "Do you know-"
"I know, I am the dead tonight. After playing so many scripts, I have become numb to life and death. Finally, it is my turn to die, and I feel relieved."
Wang Bulao smiled meaninglessly, suddenly thought of something interesting, and said to Gu Liang: "Lady, I know there is a drug in this soup. I also know about you and Master Hui."
"Really. Do you think it doesn't matter if Beauty Yi treats you like this?" Gu Liang asked.
Naturally, he didn't want to regard himself as a beauty in clothes, so he didn't directly use the word "I".
There was a strange smile on Wang Bulao's face, he paused, and only said: "I can't give you a spoiler. I can only remind you that if Wang Bulao is really a martial artist who has lived for hundreds of years Master, will he be stunned by mere drugs?"
Gu Liang didn't answer, Wang Bulao shook his head, and then took a big gulp of soup with drug in it. "However, it is good to have this bowl of drug. In that case, when I am killed, I will be unconscious and painless. Enough."
Wang Bulao's words are very contradictory.
In the last script, Yang Ye's use of the fake death pill has already proved that in this game, no matter how incredible it is, as long as it is set in the script, it will definitely work.
In the setting of the current script, Wang Bulao is a top master with hundreds of years of internal strength. Such a master will not be fascinated by mere drugs. In other words, the person in front of him shouldn't be afraid of being drugged.
So why does he say such things
The player playing the role of Wang Bulao in front of him was confused in logic, so he said something stupid.
Or... He said that on purpose, was he implying something to himself
While Gu Liang was thinking, Wang Bulao, who was slowly drinking the soup, suddenly asked him: "By the way, in "The Death of Boss Bai", did you find the murderer?"
"En." Gu Liang nodded.
Wang Bulao gave him a thumbs up. "Then you played well. I voted wrong. I misjudged, I killed a good guy, I killed a detective, and I feel guilty as hell... Now, it's finally my turn, and I'm free."
Gu Liang was silent for a moment, and asked him: "Why did you vote wrong? How did your son Bai do that time?"
Wang Bulao: "According to the script, he invited Boss Bai to his room at nine o'clock in the morning, and gave Boss Bai something poisonous, right?"
Gu Liang nodded: "That's right. The game just started at that time."
Wang Bulao: "Bai's son in my script, at 11:30, deliberately took a glass of water and knocked on the door of Boss Bai's room. He bumped into the detective and even talked to the detective. His He deliberately found a personal certificate for himself. As a novice player, he is very strong and bold, and he is directly letting the detective be his witness."
Gu Liang understood how the murderer played.
He was probably paying attention to the detective's movements, and even talked to the detective in advance to induce him to hang out on the second floor at 11:30. In this way, when he went to Boss Bai at 11:30, he could "accidentally" meet the detective and make the detective a witness that he only went to poison at this time.
The onset time of Bai Yueguang's poison is 3 hours. In this way, in the eyes of everyone, his poison will not take effect until 2:30 pm. But the time when Brother Bai stabbed the knife was 2 o'clock.
Gu Liang asked him: "So you voted for Brother Bai?"
Wang Bulao nodded: "Yes."
Gu Liang was silent for a long time, and finally said: "You are not wrong. Sometimes the simpler the script, the more free the murderer's way of playing may be."
Wang Bulao smiled wryly. "Thank you. Someone can comfort me before I die, that's enough."
"I have a question to ask you." Gu Liang touched the red string in his hand and asked, "How many scripts have you played, and how much do you know about this game?"
Wang Bulao said: "I only know that everyone seems to have committed crimes more or less. I have stolen things anyway. In addition, the scripts that everyone enters every time seem not random. The difficulty of the scripts will depend on everyone's progress in solving the case. It depends on the performance in the middle. You see, I have not performed well, so I have been mixing in various low-level simple books."
"I heard that the script of "Painted Skin: Longevity" is relatively difficult among all the simple scripts. It took me so long to get here. You are different. If you perform well, you can come here after finishing the initial script. .”
—So, this means that if you try to survive, you may be able to usher in the day when you pass the level and leave this game
It's a pity that Gu Liang couldn't ask more questions, and Wang Bulao soon fell asleep under the effect of the drug.
Gu Liang helped him onto the bed and lay down, stared at him for a moment, then left the bedroom.
Following the route map on the card, he avoided the guards of the Xiaoyao faction and walked along the path to the west guest room.
On the way, Gu Liang passed a rockery and almost hit the mountain wall directly.
Gu Liang thought it was because of the complex terrain here and the fact that he couldn't see the road clearly at night, so he took the wrong road.
But when he took out the map to check, he found that he was right. The map clearly showed that there was a shortcut here.
But now the time stipulated in the script is approaching, Gu Liang has no time to think deeply, so he has to go a long way around the rockery, and then walk in the direction of the side room behind the mountain.
Anyway, in the end he arrived on time.
Following the instructions on the map, he stepped forward and knocked on the door of a certain wing.
At this time, it happened to be midnight.
A man's voice came from inside the door.
"Oh, this is my little lover."
Gu Liang couldn't be more familiar with this voice.
The door was pushed open from the inside, Gu Liang raised his eyebrows, and saw that face that he thought was very unworthy of beating.
The bright moon is in the sky, and the night is heavy.
A lantern was hung under the eaves, and the light shone through the hollowed-out carvings of a lady, illuminating a delicate jade-like face and a pair of brown eyes of the person under the eaves.
At that moment, Yang Ye was a little stunned.
"You...is that you?"
"It's me. It's a pity, she's not a good-looking girl, so I can't be your lover."
Gu Liang walked around Yang Ye and walked into the house.
The room where the monk lives is relatively simple, with only a few long benches and a wooden bed in the room.
Gu Liang casually picked up a stool and sat down, then raised his eyelids to look at Yang Ye, he couldn't help laughing. "The bald head looks good. The man in black shaved it for you? Huh? Where are your glasses?"
In fact, Yang Ye still hasn't reacted a little bit.
Gu Liang's red robes, black hair dragging the floor, eyes clear and cold, his whole person has the taste of a fairy in a painting with icy muscles and jade bones, and the kind with a bit of ghostly temperament, forming a strange harmony with the simple and simple objects behind him .
What was even worse was that he was smiling at himself, and for some reason, Yang Ye felt that the corners of his eyes and brows were amorous.
- This, this is too exciting.
Yang Ye adjusted his glasses habitually, only then did he realize that there were no glasses to help him, so he touched his nose. "The man in black is considerate. He prepared contact lenses for me."
Yo, that's enough.
Gu Liang raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly. After a while, he found that Yang Ye was still staring at him.
Gu Liang instinctively felt that Yang Ye was trying to make fun of himself for wearing women's clothes.
Gu Liang asked him: "Why do you always look at me?"
Yang Ye walked up to him and sat down, staring at him closely. "Look how beautiful you are."
"Really? With long hair in red clothes in the middle of the night, you probably think I look like a ghost."
"If you were that Nie Xiaoqian, I would be Ning Caichen once again."
"Stop laughing at me. Heaven is a good reincarnation, next time you will wear women's clothing."
"Eh? You think I'm kidding you?"
"if not?"
I've never seen a man praise another man for his good looks. Isn't this a running joke
Pink scarf, wearing women's clothes... I am obviously not a mother, so why was I labeled with these labels in front of Yang Ye
Tsk, I really don't understand the style.
Yang Ye sighed softly, put his arms on the table and looked at him. "It's nothing. I didn't expect to meet you again. It's good."
Gu Liang stood up again, looked around, and saw the camera and notebook on the wooden shelf beside the bed.
The house was too simple, without even a cabinet, even if Yang Ye looked for a place to hide these things, he probably couldn't hide them.
"Are you a detective again?"
"That's right."
"congratulations."
"Hey, my face is black, I can't help it."
Yang Ye rubbed his nose and looked at him with a smile: "So Yi Meiren, are you the murderer?"
Gu Liang turned his head, his gaze was very dull. "Call me Gu Liang."
"Okay. Gu Liang, Liang Liang, are you the murderer?"
"Cool cool?" Gu Liang raised his eyebrows.
"Don't know this trick?"
"I don't know, what do you mean?"
"..."
Yang Ye walked up to him, and couldn't help but ask, "No, are you living in modern times? You don't go to Weibo or go online?"
"I can read news online. There are few on Weibo." Gu Liang didn't know if he thought of a bad past, and his expression suddenly changed. There was no smile in his eyes, and the color of his brown pupils completely sank.
Yang Ye noticed that there was something strange in his expression, so he didn't ask any more questions, but only patted him on the shoulder. "This meme has no meaning, it's just the name of a song."
"Yeah." Gu Liang nodded and looked back at Yang Ye, "Anyway, I don't think I'm the murderer. This case may be quite special. The murder method involves some fantasy elements, and the clues may not be so direct. It depends on the brain." Hole reasoning."
"So you're starting to help me?" Yang Ye folded his arms and smiled.
Gu Liang gave him a strange look, then turned his gaze to the only bed in the room.
He looked serious and seemed to be thinking about something.