At the four corners of the hall, the wall panels in the corner cracked a gap with a "click", and four automatic sniper rifles poked their heads out from inside, aiming at the people in the hall. Ding Zihui shrugged his shoulders back, his face paled in panic, while Yang Song's chest was still heaving and his face was pale. Fang Daichuan turned his head to take a look, quickly spread his arms to protect the girl behind him, and stood on the periphery of the crowd.
"Please read the ID cards one by one." The machine by the wall said in an emotionless mechanical voice.
Boss Du looked around, unbuttoned his shirt cuff buttons, and was the first to go forward. He took out his ID card, glanced back at everyone, and then swiped the card in his hand into the machine.
With a beep, the machine's speaker continued to broadcast the report calmly: "The identification was successfully read, and the current number of survivors: 1."
Boss Du drew the card back, sat back at the dining table, and looked up at the sniper rifles in the corner of the room: "Don't panic, it's not time to use them yet."
With the first one taking the lead, the rest gradually settled down and looked at each other. Yang Song took out her own card from her pocket. Her fingers trembled a little, she swallowed, quickly closed her eyes and opened them again, and was the second to identify her own ID card.
Li Sinian kept staring at the screen of the machine, which showed the number of survivors, and the bright red number would change after each person swiped their card. After Fang Daichuan swiped the card, the bloody number jumped, and finally fixed on the bloody 11.
The four sniper rifles in the corner were aimed at Li Sinian in the center of the hall.
"Why are you standing there?!" Fang Daichuan turned his head and saw it, and shouted anxiously, "Come and swipe your card! Don't kill you?!"
Li Sinian stepped forward to swipe his card, tilted his head, and said thoughtfully: "You said what would happen if we brought the corpse here and swiped the deceased's fingerprints and ID card?"
Fang Daichuan felt chills when he heard this.
"Impossible," Yang Song shook his head, "Look carefully at the place where we pressed the fingerprint just now, there is no light, which proves that it is not a light sensor, but a capacitive sensing technology. This technology uses silicon wafers Form an electric field with the conductive subcutaneous electrolyte to make the pressure difference change caused by the ups and downs of the fingerprint, and verify the fingerprint according to the electrostatic potential on the concave-convex surface of the fingerprint. Therefore, whether it is a corpse or a living finger, After leaving the living body, the epidermal cells are dead, there is no charge flow, and the machine cannot read fingerprints."
Ding Zihui opened his mouth and looked at her blankly: "You, how do you know such details?"
Yang Song sneered: "When I was a graduate student, I took engineering technology and mechanical instrumentation as electives."
Come on, this is still a top student, Fang Daichuan is ashamed of his education and IQ. He is a half-baked physique student and an art student who practices national sports and finally crosses the exam to learn acting. He doesn't even know what engineering and technology are about, and he just thinks it sounds difficult to learn.
"You are actually being compared." Fang Daichuan only felt a little unbelievable, and he turned to look at Li Sinian.
Li Sinian smiled, and stroked his hair twice: "How fresh? I'm not a superman, so it's strange to be compared."
"I just think it's very fresh." Fang Daichuan stretched out his hand to straighten the messed up hair, shrugged, and muttered in a low voice, "I thought you were omnipotent."
There is no hairspray on his hair today, and the hair is clean and smooth, and the corners of his drooping eyes are less disdainful and more innocent. Li Sinian endured it all morning, but still seized the opportunity to touch it himself.
It feels surprisingly soft.
It's not at all the same as the bluffing and rebellious hairstyle he tried to disguise yesterday. Li Sinian secretly hooked the corners of his lips.
After swiping their cards, everyone returned to their seats and sat down. The beef and stew on the table were still cold, but no one was in the mood to lift a fork.
At a quarter past eight, the machine beeped again.
"The current number of surviving people: 12." The machine read without any waves, "All players, please take your place, and take your place at the initial position at the beginning of the game."
Fang Daichuan reluctantly sat back in the last seat on the right. He didn't choose this seat when he was eating this morning. Although the blood from Lao Chen's death had been wiped away, the memory of being shot with blood all over his face was really terrifying. Facing the empty chair on the opposite side, he felt numb all over, and the bright sunlight outside the large glass window could hardly drive away the chill inside his body.
"All players, please make a statement, starting from the upper position of the deceased." The machine was still playing the sound dutifully.
The unlucky guy who died on the first night sat in the second place, Yang Song's striker. So the statement should start with Yang Song.
Yang Song took a deep breath and said: "I don't know the deceased, I don't know anything. Last night Ding Zihui was attacked first, Fang Daichuan was the first to rush up, and I was the second. I supported her the whole time after I went up. Then he didn't go back to the room, and directly helped her down the first floor. From that time until that person's death, the two of us have been together, and we can testify to each other. "
Sitting opposite Yang Song was the old lady Song. The old lady wiped off the splashed water on her face with a napkin, drank two more sips of tea, calmed down and said, "I fell asleep when I went back to my room last night. I was so dazed that I heard movement outside the door. As an old lady, I didn’t dare to open the door. Then the noise got louder, and the boy knocked on the door, so I opened the door. After listening to the story, I closed the door, changed my clothes, and came down I haven't contacted that person, it's not me, and I don't know who it is."
On Mrs. Song's right is Zhao Chu, the man who clamored to slap the table last night. "Sister Xinran said what I wanted to say! I still say the same thing!" He spoke loudly, "It wasn't me, and I don't think we were sleeping in the house! It was you guys who were on the first floor at that time! "
"Wait," Li Sinian raised his head abruptly, his pupils met the sunlight, and a light halo flashed, "Who is Xinran?"
Mrs. Song's complexion changed.
Zhao Chu was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the left: "It's... Sister Song, Song Xinran."
Fang Daichuan stared at him suspiciously: "Isn't it? How do you know his name?"
"I..." Zhao Chu turned to look at the old lady Song, and then at Fang Daichuan, "Just now... just now, she introduced herself!"
"No?" Fang Daichuan stared closely at his face, "They only mentioned the surname, but didn't reveal the name, and we don't know what the old lady's name is. Little brother, do you know?" He turned to Li Sinian and asked.
Li Sinian glanced at him, with a smile in his eyes, he shook his head cooperatively and said, "I don't know."
Everyone shook their heads and said they didn't know, and watched Zhao Chu closely together. Zhao Chu was exposed to the eyes of so many people, the hand holding the cup was trembling, his head was sweating, and he couldn't speak a word.
The old lady sighed and put down the teacup: "Let me tell the story. This happened more than ten years ago, and it has nothing to do with the deceased."
More than ten years ago, Fang Daichuan subconsciously glanced at Li Sinian. He said that his father was missing, and he mentioned that he had a miserable childhood and was used by a fraud group to steal petty things. He must not be too old at that time. Should be no older than ten years old. Li Sinian looked to be in his twenties by visual inspection, so he guessed that he lost his father probably more than ten years ago.
"I work in a geological prospecting station, and I was the director of that prospecting station before I retired. So don't think that if you study engineering, you will be proud. I was also a doctor of geology when I was studying." Mrs. Song said as she spoke. Glancing at Yang Song, he continued, "More than ten years ago, I was the team leader, and Xiao Zhao was a member of my team. Later, something happened to the exploration station, the old director left, and I took over. Long, Xiao Zhao also resigned. I had some health problems a few years ago, and I also resigned. I am also surprised to see Xiao Zhao here."
This reason was reasonable, and everyone stopped being entangled. Li Sinian frowned, and looked at Zhao Chu again.
Zhao Chu's right hand is Niu Xinyan. She lowered her head and used a fork to poke the cold clam meat: "I have nothing to say. I was coaxing the children last night and didn't have the energy to pay attention to others. Nannan was scared yesterday and kept crying .”
The little boy lowered his head and played with the tassels under the tablecloth, without saying a word. His right hand was empty, where the dead beer belly would have been.
"Don't let the child talk about it," Ding Zihui sighed, "He is so young, what does he know?"
Not only was the boy not happy when he heard this, but he stared at Ding Zihui with hatred. Ding Zihui was startled, and his buttocks jumped up slightly: "What's wrong? Me, did I say something wrong?"
"I know it all!" The little boy lowered his head, his eyes widened, "I can see him."
The child's face should be the most innocent face, but Fang Daichuan felt a chill at that moment, he turned his head and asked softly: "What did you see?"
There was silence all around.
Focusing on everyone's eyes, the little boy proudly raised his chin, pointed to the empty seat beside him, and giggled: "The dead man is sitting here... I can see him!"