"There are only two people in this room, either looking for you or him." Xie Wen pointed to the person on the bed.
Zhou Xu was still asleep, the bedside lamp reflected on his face, it was obviously yellow light, but it made his face gray and blue, I don't know if it was because of the emerald green lampshade.
Xia Qiao looked at him with envy on his face: "He slept so soundly, why can't I sleep, I can't see these shoes when I fall asleep."
When smelling: "The categories are different."
A question mark appeared above Xia Qiao's head, and he quickly realized that he was a puppet, and he was indeed different from humans.
Thinking about it this way, he felt even more sad: "Other puppets are particularly powerful, and they can still fight when they grow up. How come it's different with me, and I can't sleep even if I'm too timid."
What did the unnamed puppet master create him for, was he a cute display
He was sad for a while, and when he asked with the last glimmer of hope: "Brother."
When smelling: "Say."
Xia Qiao: "Am I lacking any stimulation? Will I be able to transform into a giant python, a golden-winged Dapeng, or something like that?"
When smelling: "… "
Of course, Xia Qiao wasn't really fantasizing about anything, just seeking comfort. It's a pity that Brother Wen's nerves in this area may be dead, and he can't say anything to comfort him. The expression on his face still reads the words "You are dreaming".
However, Xie Wen ignored him: "When you say big python, do you mean the puppet that your brother released before?"
Xia Qiao was at a loss: "Ang."
Thanks for laughing.
Xia Qiao didn't understand where he was laughing. He turned around and asked, "Brother, isn't that a black python?"
big boa…
His expression was cold when he smelled it.
Of course it wasn't a big black python, it was a flaming snake in the Eight Gods of Qimen, capable of making clouds and mists, but his use of puppets was restricted, so it didn't show its original appearance.
"Almost." He said perfunctorily, but his eyes glanced at Xie Wen.
"See what I'm doing?" Xie Wen stood side by side with him, a step away from him, and tilted his head slightly towards him when he spoke. A warm and deep voice rang in his ears.
He touched the side of his neck when he smelled it, and after a while he suddenly said, "Why are you so sure?"
Xie Wen was stunned for a moment: "Sure what?"
When smelling: "My puppet."
Xie Wen explained: "I saw two protruding lumps behind it, which should be wrapped in something. There is no such structure on the back of the python."
There's nothing to be picky about this, and if you look closely, you can find clues. When he explained, he also used his fingers to simply compare, and the position pointed out was not very accurate.
But…
He frowned slightly when he smelled, and looked away from his face.
Xie asked: "So what is that?"
When smelling: "A python with a tumor."
God is such a gnarled python.
Xia Qiao listened numb next to him, thinking that his brother's nonsense was too obvious, and it was just put on his face. He glanced at Boss Xie secretly, and found that the other party was fooled but didn't mind. He even nodded his head happily when he heard the answer, his temper was really good.
Then why are you still a little afraid of him
Xia Qiao was wondering when he heard Xie Wen speak again: "Who originally lived in this house?"
He didn't ask Wen Shi's puppet to the bottom of it, but turned back to the point.
"Ah? Don't you know?" Xia Qiao was stunned.
Xie Wen appropriately reminded: "I'm not here."
Xia Qiao patted his forehead: "Oh, yes, yes, boss Xie, you were not present when introducing the background of the story. This room is for the nurse's son and the young master of the Shen family."
As he said that, he glanced at the motionless embroidered shoes and the sleeping Zhou Xu again, and muttered in his heart: The nanny should be here to see her son.
Just thinking about it, Xie Wen suddenly asked him, "Have you confirmed it?"
Xia Qiao was a little stunned by the question, looked up and said, "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing, just a reminder." Xie asked, "After all, the background of the story may not be all true."
Xia Qiao was stunned.
He suddenly realized that the story background of the escape room was originally different from the real thing, and the story background was also a part of the cage and was also affected by the cage owner.
And he was completely caged away before, subconsciously believing whatever he heard. Once there is a contradiction, his thinking begins to knot. For example, the nurse who lived in the diary and the background of the story, but actually died.
Hearing Xie Wen's words, white sweat broke out behind him.
Yeah, what if even the backstory is lying to them? How do I get rid of this cage? ?
As soon as his mentality collapsed, he heard his brother speak, and his voice was as calm as always: "It's not just the background, any sentence in the cage may be false."
…
Well, after listening to it, it's even more broken.
Xia Qiao looked at Wen Shi terrified, but saw that the other party raised his right hand and asked Xie, "So what are you bringing, and the information is put together, which is true and which is false, even the blind can see."
Ah, no wonder!
Only then did Xia Qiao understand that when they were on the second floor, why there was clearly a direction, and when Wen Shi asked them to find the wreckage of the diary, it was a group photo with no content, and they asked them to take it. In the end, Shen Manyi's matter was resolved, and he also brought the diary, photos and even Shen Manyi himself downstairs.
He looked at Wen Shi's raised right hand, and found that there were three puppet lines extending out, two leading to the housekeeper and Mr. Li's bedroom, and one... tied to Xie Wen? ?
Long white cotton threads hang down to the ground, like an obscure connection.
Xia Qiao remembered what he had just said when he smelled, "Bring what you have, you need to put the information together", and asked blankly: "So brother, what is the information of Boss Xie?"
After asking this question, Xie Wen and Wen Shi turned to look at him at the same time.
A corner of the corridor suddenly fell into a subtle silence, and no one answered this sentence.
Xia Qiao blinked, although he didn't understand why, he said "I'm sorry" decisively, and then changed the question obediently: "The two, one tied to Shen Manyi, and the other? Who did you arrest? "
The word "caught" is very spiritual, and it seems that his brother is a big monster.
But Wen Shi didn't mind, he moved his fingers, and after a while, Shen Manyi trotted over, followed by Mr. Li who was slow.
Shen Manyi only hesitated when entering the door, and the reaction was not obvious. Mr. Li was different. He suddenly stopped outside the door, his dark eyes gurgled out of the bed, and he was looking at the embroidered shoes beside the bed or the person sleeping on the bed.
He stared at that place for a long time, and suddenly made a movement—raised his hands and clenched them into fists in front of his neck.
It was as if... someone was hanging him with a rope, and he struggled to grab the rope around his neck.
Was it really hanged
Look at him while smelling.
If Mr. Li's reaction is true, then there are people who kill him in this bedroom.
Is it the invisible nurse at the bedside? Or the person represented by Zhou Xu lying on the bed
Xia Qiao suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, I see."
Xie Wen did not know when he walked to the closet and was leaning against the door to look at the clothes inside. Hearing this, he first glanced at Wen Shi, then turned to look at him: "You know what, let's talk about it."
Xia Qiao pointed at Mr. Li and said, "His action should be caused by someone—"
Xie Wen also reminded at the right time: "Some words are best not to be said so bluntly."
"—You understand." Xia Qiao was very obedient, and immediately swallowed the word "strangled" back, "He is about the same size as me, not tall and thin. But if you want to do anything to him, you have to Do you have some strength? How old is the young master of the Shen family?"
He pointed to Shen Manyi again: "It must be younger than her anyway, after all, my brother. How can such a small person be able to deal with Mr. Li?"
In fact, he was very puzzled before. Although Shen Manyi is not tall, she can't be killed by a little boy younger than her, right
He made a gesture on himself, and estimated, "To deal with Mr. Li, you will have to be a teenage boy anyway. So I think it's not the young master who did it, but the nurse's son. Did he mention him in the diary? His name is Jun. Brother, right?"
The diary I found on the second floor did often mention Brother Jun.
According to what was said in the diary, Shen Manyi often dragged Brother Jun to play the bride, which often made him a little embarrassed and shameless. Mr. Li seems to always pick on his thorns, maybe because he is the son of the nurse, he is treated differently from the young master and the young lady.
But Young Master Shen was very close to him. Looking at the layout of Young Master's room on the second floor, no one moved the simple bed, but there were two rolls of quilts on the big bed.
The young master not only had a good relationship with him, but even complained for him, and even got tired of seeing Shen Manyi and Mr. Li.
"Could it be that the young master had that thought, and then Brother Jun moved his hand?" The more Xia Qiao thought about it, the more he felt that it was the case, "How old is Brother Jun? Did it say in the diary? I see how big the clothes in the closet are. Some are young, not the same age."
Xie Wenxin gave a little to the side, and the hand holding the cabinet door pulled the door wider.
Indeed, as he said, the clothes inside vary in size and length. The small ones are probably worn by children as young as nine or ten, and the older ones are at least fifteen or sixteen years old.
"The small ones are definitely worn by the young master of the Shen family, and the older ones should be Brother Jun." Xia Qiao took off one piece and compared it to himself, "I can wear it. It is more logical to start, Mr.
After analyzing Datong, he was a little embarrassed. He blushed and scratched his head. He asked Xie and Wen Shi, "That's what I think, but I don't know if it's right or not."
He didn't make a decision when he smelled it, just took something out of his jeans pocket.
It was a photo, if not mistaken, it was the one that Xia Qiao and the others found on the second floor.
When he smelled it, he put it between his fingers, turned it over, and said to Xiaqiao, "Look at this."
"What's the matter?" Xia Qiao came closer, not understanding what his brother meant for a while.
"Look at these two people." Xie Wen also came over, passed Xia Qiao with his finger, and flicked the far right side of the photo.
Xia Qiao finally reacted—
On the far right side of the photo, there are two people standing next to Shen Manyi. Although a large part of the photo is missing, and the people on the side have no heads or faces, they can be recognized by their clothes and height. They are two boys.
One was wearing a suit and a vest, and the other was wearing a short jacket and trousers with his hands behind his back.
The only people in the entire Shen family who can match their identities are Young Master and Brother Jun.
But these two people are about the same weight and thinness, and their shoulders are about the same height. Obviously, they are not much different in age. If the young master of the Shen family is too young, he can't handle Mr. Li. Jun has the same problem.
Xia Qiao was stunned: "How could this be..."
He analyzed Datong, and he thought he was right, but a photo ruined everything.
Just when he was at a loss, Wen Shi took the photo and went to the door to ask Mr. Li, "Why don't you come in, who are you afraid of?"
How can you even ask that? ?
Xia Qiao felt that his brother was making a bug.
He said in surprise: "How can Mr. Li be so obedient?" Even Shen Manyi struggled to resist at first.
Wen Shi picked up the puppet line on his index finger and said, "He's my puppet now, who doesn't listen to me."
Facts have proved that Mr. Li, who has become a puppet, is really obedient.
When he heard the question, he opened his mouth.
Then, with a thud, a long tongue fell out.
When smelling: "… "
I fuck-
Perhaps because he was afraid of being beaten by this cold-faced puppet master, Mr. Li turned his head and hurried away. The three quickly chased after him, followed behind the little man, rounded two corners, and entered a room.
That's the downstairs study.
"Yes, he can't speak, but he can write." Xia Qiao said happily.