Chapter 147

After solving the problem of accepting surprises, Ye Xu heaved a sigh of relief.

When the other awakened ones were done, Ye Xu sent the little friend away, and was finally able to get a good night's sleep. The next morning, got up full of energy, and when went downstairs to eat, met several players with tired faces.

Ye Xu felt that he seemed a little conspicuous, so he simply made a look of distress and yawned from time to time.

His disguise managed to confuse everyone, and no one realized what was wrong with him. Everyone slumped through breakfast and gathered in the living room again.

"Let's start from the room on the second floor today. I think there will always be some props here for us to protect ourselves." There were only eight players left, but no one asked where the remaining two went.

Apparently, since last night, the ghost has been in action.

But the good news is that after the ghosts killed people, they did not disguise themselves as the killed people to infiltrate them. In this way, the ghost just wanted to find a dead ghost so that he could be reincarnated, not to occupy the other person's identity as a living person.

The current situation is already very bad, and it is very good news that there are no ghosts mixed in living people.

"Purple hair and white shirt didn't come." After looking around, the male writer concluded, "Let's go to the two of them's rooms first, maybe there is any news. I want to at least make sure that the two ghosts correspond to them. Has it disappeared, or is it still here."

According to their inference, it should be "reincarnation", but there will be accidents if they are not in order, so be careful.

Everyone acted together and came to the room of the man in the white shirt first. He wore a white shirt yesterday, so everyone simply called him a white shirt, which is also his most distinctive feature.

This person didn't show much other than excitedly accusing the boy in denim overalls that he was a ghost after he came up from the basement yesterday. So everyone doesn't have much impression of him, just remember that this person is more impulsive.

There was nothing special in his room, except for two numbers written in blood, which had been oxidized to a deep purple by the air. On the left hand side of the corpse, the number 4 is written, and on the right hand side of the corpse, the number 3 is written.

"4 and 3?" Everyone was confused and didn't know what it meant.

The male writer checked it and said, "The numbers should be left by ghosts. The fingers of the corpse are clean and there is no blood left. Also, the two numbers seem to come from the same hand of the same person, with the same writing habits. It is estimated that The number of deaths left by ghosts. These numbers are either clues, or unique signs like murderers like to leave, or countdowns."

However, he believes that with two numbers, the possibility of the countdown is relatively small. Otherwise 34 and 43, the number is too large.

"You still read handwriting?" Lu Ling looked at him in surprise.

The male writer hummed and explained, "I used to like to read mystery novels, so I learned some related skills."

Ye Xu was in awe of him, and he felt that people who could read handwriting were very talented. And these are just two simple numbers, which can be seen from the famous, really powerful.

Everyone discussed it and felt that these two numbers most likely represented clues. The other two don't seem to be the case.

There was no other clue in the room, and everyone went to the purple-haired girl's house again.

This girl has no sense of existence throughout the whole process, but the purple killing Matt is still very conspicuous. In her story, she is a girl who loves to dye her hair. Because of alcoholism in the castle, he accidentally knocked over the candle while drunk, causing a fire and was burned to death.

Coincidentally, two familiar numbers were also found next to her body, 4 in the left hand and 3 in the right.

"Strange, is it really a special mark left by a murderer?" Everyone was stunned.

The male writer shook his head slightly: "No, the handwriting this time was left by another person, or another ghost."

The entrepreneur looked at him suspiciously: "Don't you fool us? With just these two numbers, can you tell if they were written by one person? Why do I feel that the handwriting is the same? And you only recognize yourself as A hobby, not a professional."

"Forget it if you don't believe it." The male writer didn't care about other people's doubts at all. After he finished speaking very calmly, he stopped talking.

Others remained silent, and none stood in solidarity with the entrepreneurs.

Everyone can see that male writers are not like mere amateurs, but they are not necessarily nonsense. There are so many abilities in this game, what if someone buys a related ability and improves their amateur skills to a super-professional level?

These things are hard to say, everyone has lived in several worlds, and there are no stupid people. At this time, it is natural not to offend others inexplicably, after all, the difficulty of the copy is already big enough.

Entrepreneurs just try it out, and when they can't find anything, they wisely shut up. Everyone left the purple-haired girl's room and checked the locked rooms one by one from the second floor.

Five rooms on the second floor were locked, and female guests lived on this floor. The room distribution is very interesting. The corridor divides the ten rooms into five rooms on the left and right. Among the five rooms on the left side of the corridor, three rooms are locked, and two rooms are locked on the right side of the corridor. The locked rooms are not face to face, all locked rooms must be opposite normal rooms where people live.

"Who lives in the two rooms on the left?" the male writer asked.

"Me." The female dancer and the female student raised their hands at the same time.

The rooms of the two of them are near the stairs, and the three rooms at the end of the stairs are the rooms of the Floral Girl, the Purple-haired Girl, and Lu Ling with a ponytail.

Ye Xu suddenly became energetic: "The two ladies near the stairs are characterized by their occupations, while the remaining three are characterized by their appearance and clothing. Moreover, those who are characterized by their occupations live on the same side, and those who are characterized by their clothing live on the same side. On the other side. I found out before that, among the ten of us, there are exactly five men and five women, and at the same time, five occupations and five dresses are the main ones. "

The male writer immediately realized something, and he asked, "What about the room upstairs? How was it laid out?"

Everyone went upstairs to see that the three rooms on the left near the stairs were occupied, and the two rooms on the right far away from the stairs were occupied. The three rooms on the left are the male writer, entrepreneur and painter Ye Xu, and the two rooms on the right are a man in a white shirt and a cowboy.

"In this way, those with occupations live on the left side of the corridor, while those without occupations live on the right side. Those with occupations are close to the stairs, and those without occupations are inward. But I think whether it is from the inside to the outside or the Left to right, all just to remind us of one thing - players are divided into two groups."

Lu Ling retorted: "No, it should be said that players are divided into two categories according to different characteristics. Either professional and non-professional groups, or male and female groups, after all, men and women do not live on the same floor."

"It's normal for men and women to live on the first floor, but the school has to be divided into two buildings." Someone raised an objection.

"But this is not a school, it's just an ordinary 'hotel'. When you go out to stay in a hotel, will the hotel deliberately place men and women on different floors?" Lu Ling asked.

The man was at a loss for words. Indeed, there are so many poor people in hotels, and they all get a room by chance.

Ye Xu saw that the male writer was still thinking, thought for a while, and then said: "I have an idea about those two numbers. You see, one man and one woman died, so there are 4 men and 4 women left. There are 5 non-professionals, so there are 5 non-professionals and 3 non-professionals. In this way, the 4 and 3 next to the body of the white-shirted man may be the remaining 4 men and 3 non-professionals, and the 4 and 3 next to the purple-haired woman are the same. It is estimated that there are also 4 women and 3 non-professionals left. If the number becomes 0, what will happen?”

Players are artificially divided into groups, what will happen if one group is destroyed? Grouping always makes sense, right?

Everyone also fell into contemplation, but the male writer suddenly came back to his senses and whispered something. Ye Xu happened to be standing beside him. He originally wanted to secretly share his conjecture about the grouping with him, but because he hadn't recovered, Ye Xu simply said it all. At this moment, he listened to ten percent of what the male writer was muttering.

The male writer whispered: "I just glanced at the group news, where did they talk, why didn't they speak?"

Ye Xu: "..."

Group, group news?

Ye Xu quickly clicked on the male writer's profile, and found that in addition to the information on the bright side, there was a small hyperlink in the corner called "Awakener Profile". Poke in and take a look, and jump directly to another page. This page does not introduce the experience of the male writer's player, but what level of Awakener he is, what clan organization he participated in, and so on.

Taking another look at the player profile of the male writer, it is true that he has gone through seven dungeons. Ye Xu suddenly realized, could it be that this person died in the sixth world, died again in the seventh world, and then became an awakened person? So this person is also our undercover agent lurking in the player.

It's good to have friends, and finally no longer fight alone. This is the first time Ye Xu has randomly encountered other awakened people in player mode. Before, he encountered either the player or Mo Bei who came in with him in a team.

Ye Xu quietly touched the other's arm and whispered to him, "Add a friend."

The other party remained silent, but a friend request was sent immediately, and after Ye Xu passed it, he quickly sent him the sentence he just analyzed.

The male writer quickly read it, and probably had a few things in his mind.

I saw that he still kept his indifferent look, fooling other players: "I can't think of anything about these things, let's check the locked room first, maybe we can find some clues."

"Alright." Everyone had no opinion and followed him back to the second floor.

But they didn't know that Ye Xu and the male writer, who were leading the way, had already started to fight hotly in private chats. It stands to reason that the two strangers had nothing to talk about, but they couldn't bear it because they were both cheated by "our own people" last night, and they spit out the same hatred, which was called a talk.

After someone pried the door lock of the first room, the two of them kept their mouths shut.

During the period, the two sides each shared how they persuaded their "own people" to quit. Ye Xu said that he gave the other party a bad idea to scare other players. The male writer said he promised to bring delicious food to the other party, so he let him go.

"Bring something delicious?" Ye Xu was puzzled, "Do they have nothing to eat?"

The male writer sighed: "He said they couldn't come out at mealtime, and then the cook cleaned up everything after we finished eating. So they could only watch, not eat, so I said to help them keep a little secret. ."

As for how to hide it, it's actually pretty simple. Just find a chance to entangle the cook and tell her to cook more than half of it and put it in the refrigerator.

"Why would the cook agree?"

The male writer showed a gentle smile: "Because I told her that if she doesn't leave me a late-night snack, I can only trap her in the old castle and not let her go, so that she can make me something to eat in the middle of the night. Or, call the owner of the castle and complain that she is careless about her work. She was afraid of being left in the castle in the middle of the night, so she agreed without a word.”

And those players, seeing him talking and chatting with the cook, only thought that he was going to the cook for information, and never doubted him at all.

Ye Xu was shocked, this little friend's actions are more flamboyant than him!