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The minute hand moved forward and came to 12 o'clock.
The third day arrived.
According to the prompt at the beginning of the Infinite Nightmare game, on the third day, players are going to attend Mr. A's funeral.
But now, four players are sitting in a row on the sofa.
Old Chen was restless, the female high school student was pale, Jin Chain kept his mouth shut, Shen Dongqing was still out, as for Huang Mao... He had already arrived in the photo frame and fell in love with the portrait.
There were also four people sitting across from them, no... four ghosts to be exact.
After removing the disguise, they all showed the horror of death.
The hostess was dripping with blood, and her limbs were all marked by an axe; the mad mother-in-law had red eyes, moving around uneasily, mumbling something in her mouth; the little girl in the floral dress held the same head as her, obediently. Sit on a small chair.
There was dead silence in the hall.
Lao Chen finally couldn't help speaking and broke the deadlock: "Can the funeral begin?"
The hostess hesitated for a moment: "The funeral can't be carried out."
People may become ghosts when they die, but what about ghosts? Mr. A, who died again, was too dead to die.
Old Chen: "But we have to complete the task before we can leave here."
The hostess thought for a while: "The condition for customs clearance is to first attend the funeral and find the murderer."
Old Chen patted the sofa hard and blurted out: "Then hold the funeral."
Then back to the beginning, the hostess said embarrassedly: "There is no way to hold a funeral."
According to the development of the story, the hostess will cooperate with Mr. A to give the player some clues every night until the funeral is held on the third day. Either the player solves the mystery and clears the level, or the player is destroyed.
But now a link in the middle is stuck, which prevents the next story from developing.
Now in trouble.
beep-
At this moment, the sound of a car horn came from outside the door, attracting everyone's attention.
A bus stopped at the entrance of the small courtyard, flashing a light orange light.
Then the door opened, and the figure jumped over two steps with long legs and landed on the ground. He was tall, wearing a long trench coat, with broad shoulders and long legs, and he couldn't see his face in the dark, but he stood there from a distance, like an unsheathed blade, sharp and sharp.
He raised his eyes and looked at the hall, with a touch of orange light in his pupils, just looking at Shen Dongqing.
"good evening."
He smiled at Shen Dongqing and walked in.
The sofa was already full, and there was no vacancy.
The hostess quickly stood up: "You, please..."
"No need." He stretched out his hand and pressed the hostess, and sat directly on the armrest of the sofa, with a pair of long legs that had nowhere to put together.
The hostess nodded and asked the questions one by one: "That's it... My husband, Mr. A, died again, so the funeral couldn't be carried out, and the player couldn't complete the mission."
The people who came listened carefully, sometimes nodding in agreement.
Old Chen squeezed out a sentence between his teeth, his voice was like a mosquito's cry, and asked Shen Dongqing who was sitting next to him: "Do you know this person?"
He smiled at him again, and sat directly on the armrest of the sofa beside him, no matter how you looked at it.
Shen Dongqing shook his head suspiciously: "I don't know." After speaking, he looked up at the person sitting beside him.
This man was very tall, and he was sitting on the armrest of the sofa, directly taller than Shen Dongqing.
At the position where Shen Dongqing was, he could just see the sharp outline of his chin.
Shen Dongqing pursed the corners of his lips a little embarrassedly: "But it looks delicious."
Not "delicious" in another sense.
But there is a pure Yin Qi in this man, which is a rare delicacy for Shen Dongqing. If he hadn't become a human now, he would have jumped up to take a bite.
The voice fell, and a muffled laugh suddenly came from beside him.
"Thank you for the compliment." The man lowered his head and looked at Shen Dongqing beside him, "Forgot to introduce myself, Zhou Wenyan."
Shen Dongqing stretched out his hand blankly and folded it in Zhou Wenyan's hand: "Shen Dongqing."
The two shook hands amicably and quickly released them.
Zhou Wenyan withdrew his hand: "I already understand your problem. After communicating with the game system, as long as you guess who the murderer is, you can clear the level."
Old Chen Wei: "We lack clues, and we don't know who is the murderer."
Zhou Wenyan leaned back, raised his hand and pointed at the four ghosts in front of him, and said lazily, "The criminal suspect is here, one person can catch a dead mouse."
Others: Why does this sound so familiar
Jin Lianzi frowned: "What happens if you guess wrong?"
"I guessed wrong?" Zhou Wenyan tilted his head, with a casual smile on the corner of his mouth, "I can only die."
The golden chain shuddered and closed his mouth.
If you guess wrong, you will die. Who dares to try
One by one stood silently in front of the quail.
Zhou Wenyan "tsk": "I'm in a hurry."
"I see!" Just as the others were pondering who the murderer was, Shen Dongqing suddenly raised his hand, attracting everyone's attention.
"I know who the murderer is."
Zhou Wenyan looked at him, and the innocent and harmless face of the young man was reflected in his dark pupils.
"You said." He whispered.
Shen Dongqing clenched his fist in one hand and smashed it into the palm of the other hand, saying in a plausible manner: "The deceased is Mr. A, then the murderer is—"
"I."
He pointed to the tip of his nose: "I just killed Mr. A."
In Shen Dongqing's simple and crude logic, he answered without question.
He raised his head and looked at Zhou Wenyan, his black and white eyes widened, as if asking for a compliment.
Zhou Wenyan rested his chin in one hand and was overjoyed.
Neither right nor wrong.
Seeing his reaction, Shen Dongqing scratched his head: "Didn't I kill Mr. A?"
So, I hate guessing the most!