It was originally a remark to him, but now he has made him more and more ambiguous. Zhou Ziheng admits that he is unlucky and has nothing to say, so he can only keep his head down and continue his work.

However, Xia Xiqing noticed that the tips of this guy's ears were all red.

Obviously it was himself who was teased, but it was him who was embarrassed.

Arson by negligence is also arson.

The pieces of paper gradually recovered in Zhou Ziheng's hands and were arranged on the ground, and the complete cover of the document gradually appeared.

"Divorce... agreement?" He whispered the words on the document, thinking of another document he found in Shang Sirui's bedroom earlier.

"Is the document in the safe before a power of attorney for property transfer?" Zhou Ziheng opened his mouth without raising his head, but received no response. He turned his face suspiciously and found that Xia Xiqing was staring at the words on the ground in a daze .

He couldn't help but touched Xia Xiqing with his elbow, and the other party suddenly reacted with a strange expression on his face, "Ah, yes, it seems so."

Although haven't known each other for a long time, Zhou Ziheng has seen too many faces of this person, lazy and cunning, ruthless and decisive, and hypocritical. But at that moment, he was surprised.

Xia Xiqing realized that his emotions were exposed, and the expression on his face changed again. Zhou Ziheng also found that he was staring too closely at his face, so he lowered his head and looked at the spelled agreement. Surprisingly, Zhou Ziheng found that the agreement was still written quite completely. There are also some narrations about the division of property and the judgment of custody of the 14-year-old only child, which made him have to admire the meticulousness of the program team.

"Have you read it? I have something to say." In order not to be seen by others, Xia Xiqing collected the scraps of paper on the ground and put them back into the wastebasket, and lowered his voice to tell Zhou Ziheng the thoughts he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Come with me." Then he stood up, pulled Zhou Ziheng's wide jacket cuff and walked to the closet.

When Shang Sirui saw these two people, he shouted from the other end, "Hey, Ziheng, you guys..."

Zhou Ziheng didn't resist, but said to Shang Sirui, "Let's go to that room to see if there are any other clues." Who knew that after saying this, the hand that was holding his cuff was changed, and he grabbed it directly. Holding his wrist, Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment, "Hey..."

Xia Xiqing recklessly took him to another room, let go of his hand, and closed the closet door lightly.

"What do you have to say?" Zhou Ziheng looked into his eyes.

"Everyone is here now," Xia Xiqing walked to the bed and sat down, the rose fragrance in the room made him a little dizzy, "That means, there must be a killer among us."

Zhou Ziheng folded his arms across his chest and nodded in approval.

"Have you noticed that the clues in each room are two lines. One line is exclusive to each room. As long as you connect it, you can find and unlock the room. The other clue has nothing to do with escaping a single secret room." Xia Xiqing Rarely showed a serious expression, and analyzed the clues they had one by one, "The notes about the appointment in the study, the reservation page of the restaurant in the bedroom, the property transfer entrustment, and the medical records that are only empty shells, the divorce in the woman's bedroom just now. The agreement..." He paused and looked at the room he was in, "So, there should be some clues in this room that have nothing to do with unlocking."

"What do you think these clues are used for?"

Xia Xiqing fell back on the bed. The information was too broken. He felt a little headache. He pulled the hair tie at the back of his head and scratched his hair. When he turned his head, he inadvertently found a picture on the wall. painting.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Xia Xiqing, who was lying on the bed originally, sat up, his hair scattered around his ears, looking more gentle. He walked to the wall where the paintings were hung, looked at the paintings carefully, and finally gave a positive answer, "The male master of this family is indeed cheating." He looked back at Zhou Ziheng, " The object of the affair is the owner of this room."

"Because of the fragrance of roses in this room?" Zhou Ziheng was actually a little skeptical, but without more convincing evidence, he didn't jump to conclusions.

Xia Xiqing shook his head, "Not exactly." He pointed to a picture hanging on the wall. The picture was of a man and a woman embracing each other. The white shirts outlined the lines of the man's muscles, and the strong arms embraced the woman's body. Waist, behind them are scattered red curtains and distinct shades of light and shadow, "This painting is Fragonard's "Latch", and the theme is cheating."

Zhou Ziheng, who came over, took a close look at the painting. He had no prior knowledge of art and could only ask, "How did it show?"

Xia Xiqing enjoyed being questioned by Zhou Ziheng, and even more enjoying the process of answering him. He raised his mouth slightly, "See the flower in the lower right corner, it was brought to his lover by this man, but when he opened the door and saw this woman, Unable to restrain himself, he directly threw the flower on the ground, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other trying to reach over to fasten the door." He glanced sideways at Zhou Ziheng's eyes, "Can you imagine that picture?"

Zhou Ziheng was suddenly choked, and that kind of exciting cheating scene really popped up in his mind.

This person is too perverted. He asks him so bluntly every time. He probably won't be able to look directly at the word "imagination" in the future.

In order to hide the embarrassment, Zhou Ziheng frowned and changed the subject bluntly, "So, what does this painting have to do with this room?"

"Not only this one, all the paintings in this room are either about love or portraits of men. Looking at the drawing board by the bed and the clothes in the closet, you can imagine that the owner of the room is a female painter. "Xia Xiqing walked to the drawing board, "I always feel that the clues in these rooms are connected to form a story, as if there is a plot."

Like many themed room escape games, most of them introduce puzzles one by one in the set plot, but this reality show is not like this, each room seems to be independent, but there is a series of independent Based on the clue chain to unlock the door, the plot is revealed step by step.

What is the story? Xia Xiqing felt that some of the clues were so messy that there was no way to put them together.

Must have missed a most crucial point.

Staring at Xia Xiqing's profile, Zhou Ziheng found that there was an unnoticeable scar on his chin, and it looked like there were traces of stitches. To be honest, Xia Xiqing was more pleasing to the eye when he was serious, plus that beautiful and harmless one A face that can deceive everyone.

My heart is constantly struggling, and time is passing by every minute.

He had never felt so difficult to make a choice.

Several hours had passed, and the first round of voting was about to begin, and he had no way of guaranteeing that no one would be executed in the first round.

Ugh.

Zhou Ziheng reluctantly put his hand in his coat pocket, took out a dark brown dropper bottle and handed it to Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing was a little surprised. When he took the bottle, he glanced at Zhou Ziheng. The expression on the other party's face was terribly awkward.

He couldn't help laughing, "What is this?"

With such a frivolous ending again, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help feeling annoyed, and even began to regret his decision to share his unique clues. He looked at Xia Xiqing's slender fingers, encircling the mouth of the brown jar.

If you want to take it back, grab it from him now.

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, Xia Xiqing looked into his eyes and raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you speak?" This time the ending was longer.

Zhou Ziheng coughed.

Forget it, give it all.

"I just found it in the living room, and it fell on the corner of the dining table." Xia Xiqing looked at the bottle, there was a label on it with chemical symbols written on it.

"This is ***, poisonous." Zhou Ziheng played the role of a science student and told Xia Xiqing the answer directly. Hearing these three words, Xia Xiqing was stunned, and all the clues gathered in his mind at this moment.

No wonder...

No wonder there were white chrysanthemums on the table in the study, and the furniture was covered with white cloth.

"The male master was killed." Xia Xiqing raised his eyes to look at Zhou Ziheng, the other party nodded slightly and said to him, "Is this way the plot is linked."

That's right, that's right. Xia Xiqing began to try to connect the previous clues, "The male master cheated on the female painter, tried to transfer property, and divorced the mistress. He is dead now..."

"According to common sense, the hostess is the most suspicious." Zhou Ziheng continued, "It is not impossible to tear up the divorce agreement and kill the hostess in a hurry."

Xia Xiqing frowned slightly, "Obviously the master received an invitation from the female painter. In the Sophia restaurant, perhaps the master failed to divorce his wife and chose a family, so the painter is not without the possibility of murder."

Zhou Ziheng looked at the painting "Door Bolt", "What you said makes sense, too much information is given through the painting."

If it weren't for a professional like Xia Xiqing, many clues would be blurred, but would his perspective be over-interpreted?

maybe.

"Yes, the painting gives a lot of information," Xia Xiqing tried to sort out the paintings that did not have valid information after Zhou Ziheng's reminder. The "Unknown Girl" hanging in the room, and in our room..."

Hanging "Maha in Clothes".

He suddenly thought of Maha's clothes in the painting, his eyes were blank, and he said in a daze, "Have you found it? The clothes Maha is wearing..."

Zhou Ziheng hummed calmly, "It's exactly the same as Cen Chen."

The player actually corresponds to the character in the secret room plot.

Xia Xiqing inserted his fingers into his hair in disbelief, and looked at the painting "Door Latch" and the portrait of the man on the wall. One of the things they all had in common was that they were all wearing white shirts.

"So I correspond to the male master?"

The players themselves do not know that they have the corresponding characters, and they are completely kept in the dark. They will not find out until the clues are gradually restored.

Who wrote such a thoughtful script?