He didn't chew the biscuits completely — even though he knew it would help digestion and hurt his stomach.

To test his guess, Jiang Wuche was not so much eating, but rather just biting these cookies into small pieces and swallowing them.

In order not to have the tragedy of tasting vomit again, he even left some cookie crumbs in his teeth.

Although picking at teeth is also tasteless, it is much better than vomit.

Half a compressed biscuit can only be regarded as a cushion for his stomach at most.

But Jiang Wuche still endured the feeling of turning over the river in his stomach, left a small half, and carefully wrapped it in a packaging bag.

It is marked with a fold mark indicating "memo" in a technique that I am very familiar with.

And then what?

Jiang Wuche rummaged through the cabinets to find out if there were any marks he had left before in this small room.

The texture of this wooden floor is soft. At the foot of the bed there was a mark that had been scraped by a knife.

Jiang Wuche tried to gesture at the foot of the bed in various postures, looking at the fingernails that were already seriously bald, and the black green on his body that he didn't know where to bump.

He began to reason through some of the traces left over from the scene.

"Somebody else came in but me, I couldn't beat him, I was pushed to the foot of the bed, I fell to the ground, and I was threatened or intimidated. He was pushed or accidentally hit on the bedside table, leaving his body covered in black blues.

"During this time, there should have been a conversation. I took advantage of this time to use my fingernails to button words on the ground, trying to leave the clue.

This behavior was discovered by the other party. Then, while I was unconscious afterwards, I scratched off the marks on the ground with a knife.

"I should have known each other, but at that time, I couldn't tell whether they were friends or foes, or whether they were in a head-on conflict, so I could only deal with them temporarily. The other person may still have some food in his hand, otherwise, it would be difficult to explain the source of what I eat.

"And in this weird place, the other party has a certain amount of freedom, and sometimes even needs to assist the so-called 'rules' of the game in this world.

"If what Yu Jiuxiao said is true, then he and An Zhixiao are both so-called judges, and they are both suspicious. Merely...... An Zhixiao doesn't look like such an idle and boring person. ”

Jiang Wuche found that on the wall, there were nine shallow scratches that were also scratched with fingernails.

When he woke up, there was already a door in the room.

It's just locked up and can't be opened.

But at this time, the door was pulled open from the outside.

The first thing that caught my eye was a hand as white as jade, the left hand. The nails are round and neat, the fingers are slender, and there are no particularly prominent joints. On his wrist is the latest Omega watch, followed by a cute little white rabbit.

Yu Jiuxian's other hand was holding a soup that exuded a fragrant Gu and was steaming warm in the cold wind.

He smiled at Jiang Wuche: "You're awake!" My stewed tofu fish soup for you. Now that the temperature is so low, you only have summer clothes, so be careful of freezing and catching a cold. ”

Jiang Wuche's heart suddenly missed half a beat.

But as soon as he remembered that this guy was actually a man, Jiang Wuche felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly feces.

"No, thank you." Jiang Wuche didn't look too much, didn't dare to look directly into Yu Jiuxi's eyes, and refused.