"you!"
Zhong Yirou quickly picked up the book on the ground and hugged it in her arms, with an expression of disbelief, "It's only the third day..."
Why are both of them so obsessed with the number of days.
"Yes." An Wujiu replied softly.
"Still?" Zhong Yirou walked up to him, and suddenly noticed something keenly, looked at An Wujiu's face, then turned to look at Shen Ti, "What did you do to him last night, he turned back!"
How did you find out
An Wujiu also turned to look at Shen Ti.
"What do you think?" Shen Ti deliberately stretched out the hand that was chained, and brought out An Wujiu's left hand along with it.
Among the people who tried to pinch her with her hands, Zhong Yirou found that her nails were too long and would hurt if pinched, so she gave up.
Seeing her reaction so big, An Wujiu realized something belatedly, and began to explain slowly, "You misunderstood..."
Shen Ti cut off An Wujiu's words with a smile, "It's not what you think, we are innocent, really."
The misunderstanding wasn't that big at first, but it seemed even more wrong when I explained it.
"I believe, I believe." Zhong Yirou laughed dryly, trying hard not to fill in his mind the scenes and actions they didn't say.
"By the way, I almost forgot the business." Zhong Yirou threw the book on the sofa in the porch and said to them, "I came to call you just now, and they are waiting in the conference room now."
An Wujiu immediately asked: "What happened last night?"
Zhong Yirou walked in front and led them out. After hearing this, she turned her head and said, "So far it's Christmas Eve, so it's up to you two."
The people gathered in the meeting room sat around a long oval table with different expressions, and the most serious one was Yang Ming.
An Wujiu noticed that the cult suspect Liu Chengwei was not here, maybe Yang Ming thought he was not worthy to appear at all, or maybe he was afraid that he would meet An Wujiu.
After the three of them entered, Yang Ming's gaze was fixed on An Wujiu's body, and he naturally discovered the handcuffs between him and Shen Ti.
"What's the matter with you?" Yang Ming said in a bad tone.
Shen Ti raised his hand connected with An Wujiu, and confessed casually: "I went to his room last night."
Yang Ming frowned, "What are you doing in his room?"
"What else can I do?" Shen Ti smiled, pulled An Wujiu to sit on the remaining vacant seat, and placed his hands on the table openly, "The more I think about it, the more afraid I become. I want someone to sleep with me."
"My room is No. 7. I can only go to An Wujiu's No. 5 room or your No. 1 room last night. I thought about it and went to your room. You must think that I am a cult member who is coming to kill you, no good , I'd better go to An Wujiu's place."
What he said was extremely indecent, and Yang Ming didn't believe a word of it.
But An Wujiu said, "I asked for it."
Although he didn't know why he suddenly became so strange, like a complete villain, but since he had already given others the impression that he was not easy to mess with, being polite again seemed to only aggravate his suspicions.
Having come this far, we have to continue.
So An Wujiu tried his best to pretend to be his previous appearance, afraid of stuttering, he could only slow down his speech, which gave people an illusion of confidence.
"I don't know why Shen Ti ran to my room suddenly. He probably had suspicions about me and was afraid that I would make any noise at night, so I exchanged them for a pair of handcuffs. He was worried, so he handcuffed them together. But this The system is too unkind, the keys have to be exchanged separately and are out of stock, so we can only be tied together like this.”
"It's that simple."
After he finished pretending, Shen Ti turned to stare at him directly.
Learn from the bad so quickly.
But An Wujiu didn't look at him, and looked at Yang Ming calmly.
Yang Ming is skeptical.
No one spoke, Wu You took the initiative to talk about what happened last night, "I kept staring at Liu Chengwei last night, and I only squinted for a while in the middle of the night. When the hypnotic gas came out, he didn't close his eyes and kept struggling. I can’t hear his voice, and the hypnotic gas is useless to him. Why don’t you go and see now? You should still be able to see the traces of struggling on the sofa.”
"No need." Yang Ming said in a deep voice.
Ueno whispered, "That's right... do we want to see the health bars of Shen Ti and An Wujiu?"
An Wujiu didn't say much, he directly opened the health bar that was stored by default from the panel, and a bar appeared on the top of his head. He didn't bleed.
The same goes for Shen Ti.
Seeing Zhong Yirou, she raised her eyebrows and leaned back in the chair, "Does this mean that our tactics last night were effective? No one lost blood. Liu Chengwei is really a cultist."
Yang Ming was silent and did not respond immediately.
The object of Liu Chengwei's crush is Zhong Yirou, who is the object of his curse by Yang Ming. It is not surprising that Liu Chengwei betrayed himself for this whole seven points.
Even if Liu Chengwei is his red line, it is only two points.
And An Wujiu was looking at Yang Ming's face at the moment.
Yang Ming will not decide so quickly, he is very clear about this.
A person like him who has always had low self-esteem and gained power all the time has a strong rebellious mentality. He scoffs at the views imposed by others, and only his own ideas are regarded as the norm.
"Not always."
An Wujiu opened his mouth, and tapped the fingers of his right hand on the table, trying to put on the previous appearance, and said slowly, "It's also possible that the cultists saw everyone aiming their knives at Liu Chengwei, so they simply used their tricks and set the blame on Liu Chengwei. Not sure about him, either?"
Old Yu thought about the day when he saw An Wujiu stuffed Liu Chengwei with his own eyes, and couldn't help frowning, "Give up a chance to kill someone in order to set blame?"
"Then what's wrong?" An Wujiu's expression was very calm, which was different from before, but it made one's hair stand on end.
"If I were a cult member, I might even choose to commit suicide on the first day. The chance of killing people is nothing, as long as it can disturb the people on the field and let everyone kill each other, do the cult members need to do it themselves?"
As soon as these words came out, the people on the round table couldn't help looking at Yang Ming.
"What do you mean?" Yang Ming's eyes were dark, "In order to excuse Liu Chengwei, you dare to pour dirty water on me, the only victim?"
He remembered clearly what was written on the discarded note.
"Just an example, don't be so nervous."
It's probably because An Wujiu couldn't pretend to be crazy like before, so he could only say these words with an expressionless face, instead he looked like an extremely calm lunatic.
Yang Ming didn't want to fall into the trap of An Wujiu's words, he said to others, "No one with only two lives would choose to commit suicide. I don't need to explain such a simple truth, you should all know it."
After speaking, he took out the discarded waste paper from his suit pocket and threw it in front of everyone.
"This is why An Wujiu desperately tried to clear Liu Chengwei's charges. Let's see."
just know.
An Wujiu was already prepared, or Yang Ming's disclosure of the note was part of his plan.
Fortunately, Yang Ming didn't bring Liu Chengwei out, otherwise there would be a little trouble.
Zhong Yirou glanced at it, then looked at Shen Ti again, "You mean, this was written by An Wujiu?"
An Wujiu didn't smile, but said indifferently: "How can you prove that this is me? With a piece of paper? I'm afraid you can write dozens of pieces by yourself."
"Apart from you, who else here writes with their left hand?" Yang Ming sneered.
"OK."
Sensing that Yang Ming's suspicion of Liu Chengwei had already been firmly believed, An Wujiu stopped, stared at Yang Ming with a pair of dark eyes, and said the conclusion that seemed to be self-abandoned, "It's up to you."
The inability to refute that shown in a timely manner will make the other party more convinced of their point of view.
Anyway, no one can fight with himself.
An Wujiu expressed his dissatisfaction with Yang Ming by "leaving the table angrily", and also pulled away Shen Ti who was reading the note.
Walking all the way forward, An Wujiu recalled every step of his plan.
Some deviations, but basically done.
What I wanted to do, what I didn't want to do, I did it in the end.
Until Shen Ti grabbed him.
"Where are you going?" He stretched his neck and tilted his head, reaching to see a room near them, which was the piano room, "Take a rest, I didn't sleep well, I was exhausted."
He pushed open the door of the piano room and dragged An Wujiu in.
Facing Shen Ti, An Wujiu didn't pretend to be another look, he was straightforward and cute.
"Why didn't you sleep well? Isn't it forced to sleep?"
"There is something in my heart, I woke up too early. You can't wake up anyway."
He also called An Wujiu twice, but there was no response, his forehead was covered with sweat, Shen Ti thought he was not feeling well, thinking that if he was really sick and bedridden, wouldn't he have to stay in bed all day.
Shen Ti walked to the piano, lifted the dusty cover with his free hand, and tapped his fingers on the black keys. The piano made a melancholy sound.
Looking at the piano, An Wujiu also reached out to touch it, and finally couldn't help but sit on the piano bench.
Seeing that he seemed to be interested in playing the piano, Shen Ti also sat down beside him.
"You don't believe there are cultists." An Wujiu put his injured right hand on the keys and played a few notes, "But you can't figure out why Yang Ming lost blood, so you have to start with me, the most suspicious suspect. "
I don't know if it's an illusion, but the An Wujiu in front of him should be the kind side, but his straightforward attitude is like a sharp knife, cutting people apart.
Shen Ti didn't answer his question directly, but lowered his eyes, and put his hands on the keys, imitating An Wujiu's every step, pressing down the keys.
"You can play the piano?" Shen Ti asked another question with jumping thinking.
An Wujiu didn't know whether he should say yes or no, he didn't have any memory of learning to play the piano, but the moment he put his hand on it, he seemed to subconsciously know what to do.
"can not you do it?"
Although his question was thrown back, Shen Ti was not annoyed, and smiled, "Yes, I don't know. I haven't touched it at all. Isn't this something only people in the upper class would do?"
An Wujiu didn't respond, he played with one hand, and the speed became faster and faster, but unexpectedly, Shen Ti also learned very fast, and gradually almost kept up with him.
Notes are gradually merged.
If he didn't lie, then this person's learning speed is too anti-human.
Shen Ti didn't continue to ask, he knew that An Wujiu would not tell him the answer, what's more, he wanted to find the answer by himself.
One song after another, An Wujiu became more and more confused about his memory. So I played faster and faster, more and more aggressive.
It was not until the holy sound sounded that the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
"Attention everyone, player Wu You is challenging player Liu Chengwei."
Pause for a second.
An Wujiu continued playing as if nothing had happened.
"He only has three lives." Shen Ti teased An Wujiu, "Didn't you want everyone to live together until the end?"
"When I first came in, I was still a kind little angel, so I became ruthless so soon?"
An Wujiu didn't stop playing the piano, but said indifferently: "Only being kind at the right time can survive."
The piano room and the duel threshold are separated by a long corridor and the living room, but in the gap between the notes, screams and insults can still be heard faintly. Mixed together, An Wujiu couldn't help feeling a little pity.
But that voice gradually overlapped with the scene of Liu Chengwei and Ueno stuffing bread into his mouth.
It overlaps with the scene of him beating himself to death.
Sure enough, only silent pain is not sympathetic.
An Wujiu's fingers kept flying on the keys, as if trying to drown out the sound outside, so it got faster and faster. I don't know if it's an illusion or reality, but the screams seem to really fade away.
It wasn't until Shen Ti slapped the keys hard with his hands that the huge wrong sound pulled An Wujiu out of his thoughts.
He stretched out a hand and pressed it against An Wujiu's heart.
An Wujiu looked at him suspiciously.
"Your conscience told me that it is a little uneasy now." Shen Ti said seriously.
After speaking, the hand on the chest clapped again.
"Be honest, don't jump around."
What is this man doing? He actually ordered someone else's heart.
An Wujiu took a deep breath quietly and got up.
The three rounds of consecutive duels were actually not long. For Liu Chengwei who was already injured, one-to-many couldn't last long at all.
"This game is not a role-playing game." He looked at Shen Ti, "You are not a detective either. There is no point in finding the real murderer. Everyone here is a murderer."
Shen Ti also got up and walked forward together with him.
"Who said it doesn't make sense?"
An Wujiu stopped and stared at Shen Ti's face.
"Do you want to know the truth so much?"
Shen Ti didn't respond immediately, so it was already counted as an answer.
This match was originally the last match in Shen Ti's mind, and he only wanted to resist passively, but he did not expect such a person to appear.
A person who made Shen Ti want to compete with him.
An Wujiu finally smiled lightly, "Come on."
Shen Ti was stunned until An Wujiu pushed open the door of the piano room.
At the door is Wu You who came back from the duel threshold. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and the sleeve of the old coat had been cut open, revealing a not-so-shallow wound.
Liu Chengwei didn't participate in the last round of the duel with only one health bar left, and he didn't need to participate.
Shen Ti was about to ask him if it was over, when he heard the holy voice announce the result.
"Player Liu Chengwei died, his health bar was cleared, and the game failed."
Wu You, one of the parties involved, was unusually calm. He raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked at An Wujiu and Shen Ti.
"I will remove the handcuffs, and I will help you."