MTL - I Only Like Your Character Settings-Chapter 15 who is the murderer

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, thought about the outfits of the other players, and finally looked at his jacket.

"The show crew didn't arrange my appearance. I 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 'dead', I will help you escape and find the truth..."

"You are like a detective, or the real breaker of this secret room." Xia Xiqing was already able to make a conclusion.

Therefore, I am the dead male host, 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 is transformed into the problem of finding the murderer.

All the fragmented clues are like a jigsaw puzzle that has been disassembled. 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 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, give me After getting through such a big bottom, I will also 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 speak directly. Xia Xiqing looked up at his face with another expression of "I'm waiting for you to ask me what is my secret".

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

"I'm afraid of the dark."

I knew that there was 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, "So...if there is a dark room in the future, just leave me if you don't want to be dragged back."

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 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 female painters, including the "Clothed Maha" in the first room, "Does the painting in the first room imply What? I always feel that the third party is the most suspected."

third party…

To use such a sharp expression.

Looking at Xia Xiqing's expression, Zhou Ziheng 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 Xiqing listened intermittently, a little lost in thought, and couldn't help stroking the white paper on the drawing board with his fingers, but suddenly realized that something was wrong. He touched every inch of the drawing paper carefully again, confirming what he thought in his heart.

This is not just a blank sheet of paper.

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

"what are you doing?"

Xia Xiqing smiled and wrote, "Obviously, I want to draw." After finishing speaking, he held the paintbrush slantly. At first, Zhou Ziheng thought he was falling ill again, but some words gradually appeared on the paper. up part.

He took the paper off the drawing board, and Zhou Ziheng moved 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 white papers from the table and put them on the clue paper On the top of the paper, cover the previous one, clamp several together, then turn the paintbrush in his hand calmly, draw some lines casually on the white paper, turn his head while maintaining this posture, and look at Shang Sirui who is approaching And Cen Cen, and Ruan Xiao who followed behind.

For some reason, Xia Xiqing felt that Cen Cen looked at him with a strange expression. Could it be that he suspected that he was a killer?

Or, Cen Cen is a killer.

All kinds of conjectures collide in his mind. If it is normal, his logic will be clearer when he calms down, but now he has to face other players to find out who is behind the scenes while reducing his suspicion. This is really a bit overwhelming.

"Ziheng, did you find anything?"

Holding the poison bottle with his hand in his pocket, Zhou Ziheng said expressionlessly, "One thing I find suspicious is that I just found a torn divorce agreement in that room."

To eliminate the suspicion, the only way to divert their attention is to sacrifice secondary clues.

"Where?"

"I'll take you there." After speaking, Zhou Ziheng walked towards the wastebasket just now.

"Xi Qing, what are you doing sitting?" Shang Sirui didn't follow, but walked to Xia Xiqing's side, his hands were still drawing quickly on the paper, "Ah, I just saw a drawing board or something, and my hands were itchy , I want to draw."

"It's amazing." Shang Sirui looked at the gradually formed lines on the drawing board, admiring him, "You draw beautifully."

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

Taking them to read the divorce agreement, Zhou Ziheng wondered if he had lost a little doubt, and he walked to the drawing board unconsciously. Even he himself didn't realize that he already regarded Xia Xiqing as the only person he could trust in this game, and subconsciously approached his area.

"You are really amazing, I have admired people who can draw since I was a child."

"Spend a little more time next time and draw a picture for you." Xia Xiqing turned his face and smiled at Shang Sirui who was standing beside him. That kind of smile is completely different, how can I describe it, that kind of smile is full of energy even from the corners of his eyes.

Strangely enough, Zhou Ziheng didn't notice at all that his gaze was completely fixed on Xia Xiqing's face.

This flamboyant scumbag is really playing tricks all the time.

He walked to the drawing board with a cold expression, only to find that Xia Xiqing had painted a blooming rose with the red watercolor paint before, and the petals stretched gently on the white paper, soft and gorgeous.

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

There is a sense of inexplicable beauty.

"Do you really want to draw for me? Can I have that kind of physical one?" Shang Sirui explained with a little excitement, "It's the kind that can be hung at home."

"No problem, I'll draw you a large one when I'm free, how about an oil painting." Without looking at his face, Xia Xiqing casually held the pen and finished it, and habitually signed a Tsing in the lower right corner of the drawing paper.

"It's so cool to be friends with Dachu." Shang Sirui sighed again and again.

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

I didn't expect him to stand behind the whole time, but what kind of expression is this? He looked unhappy and a little surprised.

How strange.

There was no change on Xia Xiqing's face, but he wanted to laugh in his heart. He turned his head, raised his hand, opened the folder, and took off the drawing paper with roses and the clue paper hidden underneath. He also stood up and walked to Zhou Ziheng's side. , folded the painting a few times and stuffed it directly into the pocket of his jacket.

"For you." Xia Xiqing patted his pocket, and gave him a sweet-looking 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 lights off]

The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng, the one who has more inner drama than the victim, the one who is being attacked in his heart all day long, and the one who scolds the scumbag one second and accepts others' money the next second... attack.