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

    "It's just for that moment." Xia Xiqing leaned back in the chair and stepped on the shelf of the drawing board. He was a little upset that he was successfully tricked by the scriptwriter, "In order to let the players be amazed when they discover the truth."  He soon found something unreasonable, "But you and I are both players in the first room, and the owner of that study should only be the male master. If I correspond to the dead male master, then who are you?  "

    Zhou Ziheng frowned slightly. This was also where he was puzzled. He looked at the white shirt on Xia Xiqing, then thought of the outfits of the other players, and finally looked at his jacket.

    "The show crew didn't arrange my appearance. I just came in wearing my own clothes" Zhou Ziheng tried to reason, "You are playing the role of the dead male protagonist, 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 was already able to draw a conclusion.

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

    Then, the problem of finding the killer among the five of them was transformed into the problem of finding the murderer.

    All fragmented clues are like dismantled puzzles, and the whole picture can only be seen at the moment when every small piece is found and put back together.

    Xia Xiqing looked down at the "poison and medicine bottle" in his hand, and handed it back to Zhou Ziheng. He scratched his hair, revealing a slightly beautiful forehead, and a pair of peach blossom eyes, "Hey, you  Give me such a big bottom, and I will tell you a secret."

    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 my secret is".

    Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to speak insincerely: "What secret?"

    "I'm afraid of the dark."

    Just know that there is not a single truth in this person's mouth.

    Zhou Ziheng twitched the corner of his mouth, "Oh really?"

    "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, "Soif there is a dark room in the future, just leave me if you don't want to be dragged down."

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

    Before Zhou Ziheng could recall, Xia Xiqing quickly changed his expression again, stretched out his two long legs, and one foot almost touched Zhou Ziheng's shoe, he stretched with a smile, "You trust me now  It's not a killer."

    Zhou Ziheng suffered a loss once, and his mouth was so stiff that he directly avoided his question, lowered his head, and glanced at his leather shoes, as well as the white ankle between the trouser legs of the suit and the shoe opening.

    A man, why is he so white.

    "Anyway, my suspicion has been ruled out." Zhou Ziheng avoided his question and only talked about himself.

    "The remaining three" Xia Xiqing still feels that most of the clues point to the female painter, including "The Dressed Maha" in the first room. "Does the painting in the first room imply  What are you talking about? I always feel that the third party is the most suspected."

    third party¡­¡­

    unexpectedly used 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.

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

    He tried to drag 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 "Clothed Maha", the purpose is probably to hope that we will see Cen Cen's  It was time to discover her identity, or Cen Cen discovered his identity after entering our room. The paintings in this room remind the artist of his personal relationship with the hostess, as well as your identity. The hostess¡¯s room only has a half-length portrait.  Wearing a black top, the purpose is to imply Ruan Xiao's corresponding identity. The second room"

    Xia XiqingBut he wanted to laugh, he turned his head, raised his hand to open the clip, took off the drawing paper with the rose and the clue paper hidden underneath, and he also stood up and walked to Zhou Ziheng's side, folding the drawing casually  A few times it was stuffed directly into the pocket of his jacket.

    "For you." Xia Xiqing patted his pocket, and gave him a sweet smile, "Don't be disgusted."

    In that smile, he exchanged a look with Zhou Ziheng, then turned around as if nothing happened, put his arms around Shang Sirui's shoulders, and started to say something, "There is a divorce agreement in Ruan Xiao's room.  , I think it should have something to do with it, have you read it"

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

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

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

    When he was painting, he saw the handwriting composed of blank traces on the paper, only four simple words.

    [Sofa Flashlight Study Room Turn off the lights]

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    Zhou Ziheng, the one who has more inner drama than the receiving, the one who is being attacked in his heart all day long, and the one who scolds the scumbag one second and accepts other people's money the next Gong.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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