Chapter 17 Oedipus

Cen Chen looked at the empty bed, feeling anxious, "Is there still no clue..." She turned to look at Shang Sirui, "Sirui, what should I do now?"

Shang Sirui sighed, "Let's wait for the execution to vote later." He took out his phone, and the countdown to the vote was displayed on the screen, "There are thirteen minutes left."

"Then who do we vote for? Is it the same as before?"

Shang Sirui pouted and frowned, like a child who didn't grab the candy, "Sister Cen Chen, you won't be persuaded by Xi Qing so soon, do you really think Ziheng will be the killer? Anyway? I don't think that Ziheng's various performances don't look like a villain, not to mention that he is a scholar in the first place. Isn't it normal for him to have clear ideas and solve problems quickly? What we need to do now is to put the most likely cast out."

Cen Chen hesitated for a while, then asked uncertainly, "Then let's go and persuade Ziheng to join us?"

Shang Sirui shook his head, "Forget about Ziheng, he has been with Xi Qing all the way before, and he may not listen to our vote for him. Ruan Xiao has already agreed with us before, if we vote for all three of these..." Suddenly, he heard a sound, so he gently opened the door of the closet, and Ruan Xiao's voice came from another room.

"Alright then, I'll throw myself in with you."

Xia Xiqing's voice also appeared.

"Trust me, there must be something wrong with him."

Hearing the footsteps of the two approaching, Shang Sirui quickly backed away, Xia Xiqing and Ruan Xiao walked out of the closet and saw Shang Sirui and Cen Chen standing beside the removed bed, Xia Xiqing said, " Did you find any useful clues?"

Shang Sirui sighed, "No... I feel like I can't find it anymore."

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows and gave Ruan Xiao a wink, "Then I'll go to Ziheng first, do you want to be with us?"

Ruan Xiao looked at Cen Chen, Cen Chen also looked at her, winked at her, Ruan Xiao's face showed a little hesitation, "I... I'll be here first."

The expression on Shang Sirui's face was obviously a lot more relaxed.

Seeing that the three had no intention of leaving, Xia Xiqing breathed a sigh of relief. He left the female artist's room with a calm expression, and closed the door for them thoughtfully.

If Xia Xiqing guessed correctly, Shang Sirui and Cen Chen would definitely try to persuade Ruan Xiao to follow them to vote out of the game. During this period, Ruan Xiao and the two of them could make time for him to find evidence.

Shang Sirui is not stupid, he will definitely find that his plan is falling through, and he will "kill" Xia Xiqing in a hurry because he is afraid that things will be revealed.

And this is exactly what Xia Xiqing wanted. He wanted to force the killer to use up his only right to kill on his own initiative, so that he would never pose a threat to Zhou Ziheng again.

The premise is that he can really find evidence to prove Shang Sirui's identity to Zhou Ziheng before he dies, otherwise, with Zhou Ziheng's prejudice against him, I'm afraid he won't believe his own words.

There was no one in the living room, Xia Xiqing didn't know where Zhou Ziheng was now, and he didn't have time to know.

He took out his phone and glanced at the countdown, there were eight minutes left.

Xia Xiqing, who hurriedly walked towards Shang Sirui's original room, rolled up his white shirt to his elbow, and walked directly to the empty wall facing the camera after entering the door. Once again, he confirmed that the two nails were still there, and they were indeed there. there.

There must have been paintings here.

Xia Xiqing took off every piece of clothing in the wardrobe and threw it on the ground. The wardrobe suddenly became empty and there was nothing. Xia Xiqing tried to think about the problem by substituting into Shang Sirui's thoughts at that time.

Judging from the paintings in the other rooms, the one here should have been framed too, unless he removed the frame, no, no, it was too much trouble and no tools. Shang Sirui didn't even bring out the medical records, and such a big picture was even more impossible.

Xia Xiqing looked around the whole room, it must be hidden in a corner of this room.

Where, where exactly?

The situation was really tense, and Xia Xiqing felt that his palms were sweating.

He took a breath, trying to calm himself down. Standing in front of the wardrobe, he carefully scanned the entire room. The room was not large, and there was not much space to hide a painting.

carpet? Impossible, they stepped on it several times. Xia Xiqing lifted the carpet, and sure enough there was nothing. Under the round table? No, he still bent over to check, but there was nothing on the back.

It won't be so obvious.

He walked to the standing cabinet beside the bed and opened all the drawers. There was no painting in it, and in fact it couldn't hold a painting.

Xia Xiqing's eyes finally stopped on the bed.

He suddenly thought that when they got the memo to pick up the pen, he proposed to move the bed to check, but Shang Sirui was reluctant at first.

Thinking of his expression at that time, Xia Xiqing was almost certain that there must be something wrong with the bed. He immediately tore off all the bedding on the prop bed and threw them to the ground one by one, leaving only the bare bed board.

No. still none.

impossible.

Xia Xiqing tried to take Shang Sirui's point of view again, recalling all the details, the expression on his face, and the words he had said.

The memory became blurred, the only thing Xia Xiqing was sure about was that Shang Sirui didn't want him and Zhou Ziheng to move the bed away.

This shows that "moving out the bed" itself can easily expose his hidden paintings.

He thought of an unlikely possibility.

Xia Xiqing moved the bed alone. To be precise, he didn't move it, but moved it to the wall and raised it to one side. This light-weight prop bed was easily placed on the ground by him, with the top of the bed against the wall, and the entire bottom of the bed was completely exposed in front of his eyes.

As he expected, there was an oil painting on the bottom of the bed, which was hastily and hastily fixed with wide tape.

The protagonist in this painting is a beautiful young man with long light brown hair, who is tightly entangled by a banshee with the body of a human face and a beast. The beastly claws gripped his chest tightly, his eyes full of temptation.

The painting Xia Xiqing is all too familiar with is Gustave Moreau's "Oedipus and the Sphinx".

Oedipus is almost one of the most famous and tragic figures in ancient Greek mythology.

He is kind and wise, full of the beauty of human nature, but he never escaped the oracle of murdering his father all his life.

"Oedipus...killed his father..." Xia Xiqing frowned. Sure enough, he was deceived from the beginning.

This painting is the biggest clue to the identity of the killer. The cheating father and the tense parents have no intention to give him love and charity.

A well-behaved son who can only communicate with his father with a note is a low ebb state when depression occurs.

When the mania attacked, he killed his father who betrayed the family.

This kind of plot is so real that Xia Xiqing feels uncomfortable, but the current tension slightly dilutes the physical discomfort. He was half-kneeling on the ground and tried to pull off the tape to take out the painting, but it was too tight.

"Xi Qing? Xi Qing, where are you?"

It was Shang Sirui's voice.

Xia Xiqing's heart beat faster. He judged the urgency of the matter as quickly as possible, and chose to give up and open the painting.

He can't be the only one who knows this, he has to tell others. He originally planned to get this painting for Zhou Ziheng, who didn't believe him, but only when he had the strongest evidence would he believe what he said. But now it's too late, let's explain it to him directly.

His time is running out, and Shang Sirui must not wait.

Before he killed himself, he had to put all the odds on Zhou Ziheng.

Xia Xiqing immediately walked to the door of Shang Sirui and his original room, trying to try his luck to see if he was inside, if not, it would be troublesome, Shang Sirui was already blocked in the living room.

As soon as he opened the door of the study, Xia Xiqing found it was pitch dark inside.

In an instant, he felt a strong shortness of breath, and even felt dizzy.

He hesitated, his footsteps stagnated uncontrollably, the black room was like an endless black hole, dangerous and unknown, the viscous black penetrated from the border of light and darkness, and absorbed on his toes, his His feet, his calves, dragged him into it alive.

So sad……

Xia Xiqing reached out and touched the lamp at the door of the room in a panic, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed by another hand, dragged him a few steps, and walked directly into the room. Xia Xiqing felt extremely uncomfortable, and even lost control of his emotions and wanted to swear. Just when he couldn't help but want to speak, the unreasonable person pushed him against the wall and covered his mouth.

"Shh. I found a clue, I can go out..."

It was Zhou Ziheng's voice.

The excessive stress reaction made Xia Xiqing even forgot to ask Zhou Ziheng why he knew it was him in the first place, obviously he couldn't see anything.

Outside the door, Sirui's voice is getting closer.

His mouth was covered and he couldn't speak, but Zhou Ziheng was so strong that Xia Xiqing had to bite his palm hard.

Zhou Ziheng let go of his hand in pain: "What are you doing?"

"I can't get out." Xia Xiqing leaned back against the cold wall, panting, his voice a little hoarse.

In the darkness, he struggled and grabbed Zhou Ziheng's hand, his voice was deep and anxious, "Shang Sirui is Killer, trust me, this time I definitely didn't lie to you."

He said these words in a hurry and panic, Zhou Ziheng's heartbeat suddenly became much faster, pounding violently in his chest, he couldn't explain why, probably because he felt that Xia Xiqing in the dark was too unfamiliar.

Before he had time to say one more sentence or explain one more sentence, the familiar metallic voice came from the ceiling.

"Player Xia Xiqing, die. Player Xia Xiqing, die."

Repeated death announcements circled overhead, spreading in the darkness.

Although everything in his field of vision was endless black, Zhou Ziheng could feel that the pair of cold hands that held him loosened, and his fingers gradually moved away from the accelerating pulse of his wrist.

"From now on, player Xia Xiqing loses his right to speak, please go to the exit seat in the living room and wait for the exit."

The author has something to say: The next chapter is Zhou Ziheng's carry-over game.

Zhou Ziheng: I recognized my wife in a second and got bitten, I was angry.

Xia Xiqing: Aren't you pretty excited? My little heart is thumping~

Zhou Ziheng: That, that is so angry!