Zhou Ziheng frowned, "If you follow this idea, each player will automatically give the identity of the owner of the room to which room is assigned. For example, you, at the beginning, even the style was arranged by the program team. Now it seems that they are all set, but they will not be informed in advance, so that you can have an immersive gaming experience."

"It's for that moment just now." Xia Xiqing leaned on the back of the chair and stepped on the shelf of the drawing board. He was a little unhappy when he was deceived by the screenwriter. "In order to make the player amazed when he discovers the truth." He soon discovered something unreasonable again, "But you and I are both players in the first room. The master of the study should be the only male owner. If I correspond to the dead male owner, who are you?"

Zhou Ziheng frowned slightly, which was also what he was confused about. He looked at Xia Xiqing's white shirt, thought of the outfits of several other players, and finally looked at his own suit.

"The program team did not arrange my look. I came in wearing my own clothes..." Zhou Ziheng tried to reason, "You play the dead male host, so your eyes were also covered, and your hands and feet were unable to move, because you were already 'dead', I will help you escape and find the truth..."

"You are a detective-like character, or a real breaker in this secret room." Xia Xiqing could already make a conclusion.

Therefore, he is the dead male owner, Zhou Ziheng is the detective, Ruan Xiao is the mistress, Cen Cen is the female painter, and Shang Sirui is the child.

Then, the problem of finding killer among these five of them turned into a problem of finding a murderer.

All fragmented clues are like broken puzzles, and the moment you find each piece and restore them, you can see the whole picture.

Xia Xiqing looked down at the "poison bottle" in his hand and handed it back to Zhou Ziheng. He grabbed his hair, revealing his forehead with a slightly pointed beauty, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were bright, "Hey, you have given 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 when the camera was facing him, 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 speak insincerely: "What's the secret?"

"I'm afraid of the dark."

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

Zhou Ziheng pulled the corner of his mouth, "Oh, is that?"

"I'm serious." Xia Xiqing's smile on his face was much more restrained, 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, if you don't want to be dragged down, just throw it away."

It seems like I like to bring you with you. Zhou Ziheng's first reaction was a little awkward, but when he calmed down, the atmosphere suddenly became very unfamiliar, which made him helpless. This person always speaks three points, seven points, fake, and he has to doubt it, but his tone now seems to be very different from usual.

Before Zhou Ziheng could recall the taste, Xia Xiqing quickly changed his expression, stretched out his long legs, and one foot was about to rub Zhou Ziheng's shoes. He smiled and stretched, "You believe I'm not a killer now."

Zhou Ziheng suffered a loss once, and his mouth was very stubborn. He directly avoided his question, lowered his head, and his eyes flashed over his leather shoes, his suit legs and white ankles between his shoes.

Why is a man 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 felt that most of the clues pointed to female painters, including "Maha in Clothing" in the first room. "Will the painting in the first room hint at something? I always feel that the third party is the most suspicious."

third party……

It actually used such a sharp expression.

Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing's expression and knew that he had been immersed in the game, but this completely went against what he said in the first room.

[If you play this kind of game, you should not feel too substituted.]

He tried to pull Xia Xiqing out, "The painting did give a lot of information, but you think, there are paintings in almost every room. The first room is "Maha in Cang". The purpose is probably to hope that when we see Cen Cen, we discover her identity when we see Cen Cen, or Cen Cen enters our room. The painting in this room reminds the painter and the male owner, and your identity. The hostess' room only has a half-body portrait, and is also wearing a black top, the purpose is to hint at Ruan Xiao's corresponding identity. The second room..."

Xia Xiqing listened without hesitation, and was a little dazed. His fingers couldn't help but stroke the white paper on the drawing board, but suddenly he found something was wrong. He once again carefully stroked every inch of the drawing paper and confirmed what he was thinking.

This is not just a blank paper.

Xia Xiqing, who was sitting in front of the drawing board, looked at the painting tools on the wooden cabinet, picked up the brush 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 draw." After saying that, he held the brush obliquely. Zhou Ziheng originally thought he was sick again, but unexpectedly, some words gradually appeared on the paper, which were the part that could not be raised.

He took the paper off the drawing board, and Zhou Ziheng also leaned 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, quietly took a few pieces of white paper from the table and placed it on the clue paper, covering the previous one, clamping the few pieces together, then calmly turned the brush in his hand, drew some lines on the white paper, maintained this posture and turned around, looking at Shang Sirui and Cen Cen, who were approaching, and Ruan Xiao following behind.

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

Or, Cen Cen is a killer.

Various speculations collide in the mind. If it were normal, his logic would be clearer if he calmed down. But now he had to face other players and figure out who was behind the scenes while reducing his suspicion. This really makes people unable to do anything.

"Ziheng, have you discovered anything?"

Zhou Ziheng put his hand in his pocket and held the poison medicine bottle, and spoke expressionlessly, "There is one thing I think is quite suspicious. I just found a torn divorce agreement in that room."

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

“Where is it?”

"I'll take you there." After saying that, Zhou Ziheng raised his foot and walked towards the wastebasket just now.

"Xiqing, why are you sitting?" Shang Sirui did not follow him, but walked to Xia Xiqing's side. His hand was still drawing rapidly on the paper, "Ah, I just saw a drawing board or something, and I felt a little itchy when I wanted to draw."

"So amazing." Shang Sirui looked at the gradually forming lines on the drawing board and admired them very much, "You are so beautiful."

Zhou Ziheng, who came back from another room with Ruan Xiao and Cen Cen, struggled to get out of the closet and gentlemanly pulled the wardrobe door for the two girls behind, asking them to come out, "Be careful."

After taking them to read the divorce agreement, Zhou Ziheng thought in his mind whether he had reduced his suspicion. He unconsciously walked to the drawing board. He did not even notice it himself. He had 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."

"Search more time next time, I'll draw one for you." Xia Xiqing turned his face and smiled at Shang Sirui who was standing beside him. The curve of his eyes narrowed was very soft and sunny, completely different from the kind of smile he showed to him. How can I describe it? Even the corners of his eyes were filled with a wave of energy.

It was so eye-catching that Zhou Ziheng didn't notice at all, and his gaze was completely nailed to 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 drew a blooming rose with the previous red watercolor paint, and the petals were gently stretched on the white paper, soft and gorgeous.

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

There is a sense of inexplicable beauty.

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

"No problem, I'll give you a large painting when I'm free, how about the oil painting?" Xia Xiqing didn't look at his face, and casually held the pen and closed it, and used to sign a tsing in the lower right corner of the drawing paper.

"It's so good to be friends with Dachu." Shang Sirui sighed repeatedly.

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

I didn't expect that he had been standing behind him, but what was his expression? He looked unhappy and a little surprised.

It's really strange.

Xia Xiqing's face did not change, but he wanted to laugh in his heart. He turned around, raised his hand and opened the clip and took off the paper with roses and the clues hidden below. The man also stood up and walked to Zhou Ziheng's side, folded the painting a few times and stuffed it directly into his pocket of the jacket.

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

In that smile, he exchanged a look with Zhou Ziheng, then pretended that nothing had happened and turned around, embraced Shang Sirui's shoulder, and began to say something, "There is a divorce agreement in Ruan Xiao's room. I think it should be related to that, have you seen it..."

Zhou Ziheng reached into his pocket, and the paper inside emitted a wonderful 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 the paint, he saw the handwriting made up of blank traces on the paper, with only four simple words.

[Sofa flashlights in study room turn off]
Chapter completed!