Chapter 15 Who is the real murderer

Zhou Ziheng frowned, "If you follow this line of thinking, each player will automatically be assigned the status of the room owner in which room they are assigned to. Like you, even the styling was arranged by the show team at the beginning. Now It seems that they are all set, but they will not be notified in advance, so that there is an immersive gaming experience."

"It's just for that moment." Xia Xiqing leaned back on the chair and stepped on the shelf of the drawing board. He was slightly unhappy that he was successfully tricked by the screenwriter. "In order to make players marvel when they discover the truth." He quickly found something unreasonable, "But you and I are both players in the first room, and the owner of that study room should only be the male owner. If I correspond to the dead male owner, who are you? "

Zhou Ziheng frowned slightly. This was where he was puzzled. He looked at the white shirt on Xia Xiqing's body, thought about the clothes of the other players, and finally looked at his jacket.

"The show team didn't arrange my look. I came in wearing my own clothes..." Zhou Ziheng tried to reason, "You are playing the dead male host, so your eyes are also blindfolded, and you can't move your hands and feet. , because you are already 'dead', I will help you escape and find the truth..."

"You are a detective-like character, or the real breaker of this secret room." Xia Xiqing can already draw a conclusion.

Therefore, I am the dead male host, Zhou Ziheng is the detective, Ruan Xiao is the hostess, Cen Chen is the female painter, and Shang Sirui is the child.

Then, the problem of finding Killer from among the five of them turned into a problem of finding the murderer.

All the fragmented clues are like pieces of a puzzle that have been taken apart, and the whole picture can only be seen at the moment when each small piece is found and restored.

Xia Xiqing looked down at the "poison bottle" in his hand, and handed it back to Zhou Ziheng, he scratched his hair, revealing a slightly pointed forehead, a pair of peach blossom eyes, "Hey, give it to me I'll tell you a secret, too."

I don't want to know your secret at all. Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.

But the camera was facing him, and he couldn't say it directly. Xia Xiqing looked up at his face with another expression of "I'm waiting for you to ask me what the secret is."

Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to say insincerely, "What secret?"

"I'm afraid of the dark."

I knew that there was no truth in this person's mouth.

Zhou Ziheng twitched the corners of his mouth, "Oh?"

"I'm serious." The smile on Xia Xiqing's face subsided a lot, and he turned his head to look at the drawing board in front of him, "So...if there is a dark room in the future, just leave me if you don't want to be held back."

It's as if I like to take you with me. Zhou Ziheng's first reaction was a little awkward, but when he calmed down, it was even more awkward. The atmosphere suddenly became very unfamiliar, which made him a little helpless. This person usually speaks three parts of the truth and seven parts of the false. He has to doubt it, but his current tone seems to be Very different from usual.

Before Zhou Ziheng could recollect his taste, Xia Xiqing quickly changed his expression, stretched out his two long legs, and one foot almost touched Zhou Ziheng's shoes, he smiled and stretched, "You believe me now. Not Killer."

Zhou Ziheng suffered a loss once, his mouth was so hard, he avoided his question directly, lowered his head, his eyes swept over his leather shoes, and the white ankles between the legs of the suit trousers and the shoes.

How can a man be so white.

"Anyway, my suspicion is ruled out." Zhou Ziheng avoided his questions and only talked about himself.

"The remaining three..." Xia Xiqing still felt that most of the clues pointed to female painters, including "Maha in Clothes" in the first room, "Will the paintings in the first room suggest that What? I always feel that the third party is the most suspicious."

third party……

To use such a sharp expression.

Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing's expression and knew that he was already immersed in the game, but this completely contradicted what he said in the first room.

[Playing this kind of game, the sense of substitution should not be too strong. ]

He tried to pull Xia Xiqing out, "The painting does give a lot of information, but you think, there are paintings in almost every room, the first room is "Maha in Clothes", the purpose is probably to hope that we are seeing Cen Chen's When I found out her identity, or Cen Chen found out her identity after entering our room. The paintings in this room reminded the artist and the host's affair, as well as your identity. The hostess's room has only a half-length portrait, also Wearing a black top, the purpose is to imply Ruan Xiao's corresponding identity. The second room..."

Xia Xiqing listened to each other, a little dazed, and his fingers could not help touching the white paper on the drawing board, but suddenly realized that something was wrong. Once again, he carefully stroked every inch of the drawing paper, confirming what he was thinking.

This is not just plain white paper.

Sitting in front of the drawing board, Xia Xiqing looked at the painting tools on one side of the wooden cabinet, picked up the paintbrush and wet it in the water, dipped it in watercolor paint and raised his hand to draw on the paper.

"what are you doing?"

Xia Xiqing smiled and wrote, "Obviously, I want to paint." After speaking, he held the paintbrush diagonally. Originally this week Ziheng thought he was ill again, but he didn't expect some words to gradually appear on the paper. The part that goes up.

He took the paper off the drawing board, and Zhou Ziheng also got closer, "Sure enough, look..."

"What are you doing?" Shang Sirui's voice suddenly appeared, interrupting Xia Xiqing's words. Xia Xiqing subconsciously pressed the paper on the drawing board, and calmly took a few pieces of white paper from the table and placed them on the clue paper. On the top of the picture, cover the previous one, clip a few together, then calmly turn the brush in his hand, draw some lines on the white paper, keep this posture and turn around, looking at Shang Sirui who is approaching And Cen Chen, and Ruan Xiao who followed behind.

I don't know why, but Xia Xiqing felt that Cen Chen looked at him with a strange expression. Could it be that he suspected that he was a killer?

In other words, Cen Chen is the killer.

All kinds of conjectures collide in his mind. If it is normal, his logic will definitely be clearer when he calms down, but now he has to face other players, and figure out who is the mastermind behind the premise of reducing his suspicion. This is really a bit of a distraction.

"Ziheng, did you find anything?"

Zhou Ziheng held the poison bottle with his hand in his pocket, and said with a blank face, "There is something that I think is quite suspicious. I just found a torn divorce agreement in that room."

If you want to eliminate suspicion, you can only sacrifice secondary clues to divert their attention.

"Where?"

"I'll take you there." After speaking, Zhou Ziheng raised his feet and walked towards the wastepaper basket just now.

"Xiqing, why are you sitting?" Shang Sirui didn't follow, but walked to Xia Xiqing's side, his hand was still quickly drawing on the paper, "Ah, I just saw a drawing board or something, and my hand was itchy. , I want to paint."

"It's amazing." Shang Sirui looked at the gradually forming lines on the drawing board and was very impressed, "You draw well."

Zhou Ziheng, who brought Ruan Xiao and Cen Chen back from another room, struggled to get out of the closet, and gentlemanly held the closet door for the two girls behind and let them out, "Be careful."

Taking them to read the divorce agreement, Zhou Ziheng wondered if he had lessened his suspicions, and he unconsciously walked to the drawing board. He didn't even realize that he had already regarded Xia Xiqing as the only person he could trust in this game, and subconsciously returned to the area where he was.

"It's really amazing, you, I have admired people who can draw since I was a child."

"Next time, I'll take a little more time and draw a picture for you." Xia Xiqing turned his face to the side and smiled at Shang Sirui, who was standing beside him. That kind of smile is completely different, how to describe it, that kind of smile is full of energy in the corners of his eyes.

Strangely, Zhou Ziheng didn't notice at all, his eyes were completely fixed on Xia Xiqing's face.

This romantic scumbag is really playing tricks all the time.

He walked to the drawing board with a cold expression, but found that Xia Xiqing painted a blooming rose with the red watercolor paint from before, and the petals stretched gently on the white paper, soft and beautiful.

Blood red roses, pale paper, Xia Xiqing's profile.

There is an inexplicable sense of beauty.

"Do you really want to paint for me? Can I have that kind of entity?" Shang Sirui explained a little excitedly, "It's the kind that can be hung at home."

"No problem, I'll give you a big picture when I'm free. How about the oil painting." Xia Xiqing didn't look at his face.

"It's so cool to be friends with Da Touch." Shang Sirui sighed repeatedly.

Xia Xiqing put the pen on the table, turned his head and smiled at him, "You are too exaggerated." Who knew that when he turned around, he saw Zhou Ziheng's face, which made him a little surprised.

I didn't expect him to be standing behind him all the time, but what kind of expression is that? He looked unhappy and a little surprised.

Strange.

Xia Xiqing's face didn't change, but he wanted to laugh in his heart. He turned his head, raised his hand, opened the clip, took off the drawing paper with roses and the clue paper hidden underneath, and people also stood up and walked to Zhou Ziheng's side. , folded the painting a few times and stuffed it directly into his jacket pocket.

"Send it to you." Xia Xiqing patted his pocket and gave him a sweet-looking smile, "Don't dislike it."

In that smile, he and Zhou Ziheng exchanged glances, then turned around as if nothing had happened, grabbed Shang Sirui's shoulder, and started to say something, "Ruan Xiao has a divorce agreement in that room. , I think it should have something to do with that, have you seen it..."

Zhou Ziheng put his hand into his pocket, and the paper inside exuded a strange warmth.

"Thank you." Zhou Ziheng finally spoke at his back.

You should thank me. Xia Xiqing didn't look back, only raised his hand behind him.

When he painted the paint, he saw the handwriting composed of blank marks on the paper, with only four simple words.

[Sofa flashlight study light off]

The author has something to say:

Zhou Ziheng, a person who has more inner dramas than he is attacked, a person who is attacked in his heart all day long, and a person who scolds a scumbag one second before taking other people's flowers the next... attack.