When the sound of the radio fell, Ai Yuanyuan was in no mood to care about the gold coins, and asked in an embarrassed and uneasy whisper:

"Did I not lead to the key plot, so the reminder function was downgraded? It's embarrassing, I'm sorry. ”

She rarely shows uneasy emotions, compared to Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi, she has always been like a fish swimming in water on the show, even if she is as nervous as them in private.

It's just that the relaxation of the papier-mâché is too fragile, and a little mistake can be pierced.

Yan Cheng simply comforted: "There are not enough hints, I really can't guess the follow-up plot." Turning off large plot reminders doesn't affect anything. ”

Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi also hurriedly said that it was none of her business.

Zhong Jiuyin, who was calling the beautiful Yuanyuan, was in no hurry to speak.

She was touching her chin again, thinking about it.

After listening to Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi's words to comfort Ai Yuanyuan, Yan Cheng waited for a few seconds and didn't wait for her to speak, looked at her sideways, and asked by name: "Zhong Jiuyin..."

As soon as he called out the name, he paused for two seconds, and the three words turned on the tip of his tongue, as if he could taste the astringent taste.

How to call a name also seems to have a different meaning, as if it is no longer just a name.

After a few undetectable stutters, he calmly asked the following words: "Did you find anything?" ”

The other three turned to look at her pensive expression.

Zhong Jiuyin: "Don't bother me, my mind is suddenly a little unprecedentedly clear, I guess I'm about to find some big clues." ”

Yan Cheng: ...... What kind of brain is a little unprecedentedly lucid, and a flash of inspiration can be explained so roughly.

She said don't bother, there really no one spoke, Ai Yuanyuan was looking forward to something to overshadow her mistake just now, and she also stared at her.

The special red liquid at the murder scene smelled a little strange, and after smelling it for a long time, Liang Zhi couldn't help but sneeze.

In the next second, Jiuyin suddenly stared at Ai Yuanyuan and Yan Cheng, squinting his eyes slightly, looking up and down, left and right carefully.

Yan Cheng: "What? ”

She didn't speak, looked away a little, and looked at Ai Yuanyuan again and again.

Ai Yuanyuan just grabbed his arm, although he let go now after the performance, Yan Cheng suddenly thought.

The idea was still being processed in his mind, and he had already subconsciously gathered his arms, and his hanging fingers rubbed the side seams of his pants, a little far away from Ai Yuanyuan, and there was no possibility of touching it.

Zhong Jiuyin didn't notice his movements, and stared at Ai Yuanyuan so much that he suddenly realized: "I found out." ”

Ai Yuanyuan and Yan Cheng made a sound on their front and back feet.

"What?"

"What?"

"Aren't writers very timid? It stands to reason that the timid and fearful will seek refuge from the safe. But the chef has been speculated to be the murderer, so how could the writer go to the chef's hand at this time to seek comfort? ”

Yuan Yi looked at her, thought about it intellectually, and acted as if unconditionally agreed: "Yes, writers should stay away from chefs, otherwise they will be OOC?" Unless—"

"Unless-" Zhong Jiuyin was also saying these two words, and the voices of the two collided together, and the eyes of each other seemed to be very tacit.

"Unless the writer thinks from the bottom of his heart that the chef is not a murderer."

Ai Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?" Suspicion ran to me, huh? ”

Zhong Jiuyin touched his ponytail, learned from the arrogance of a painter, and raised his chin slightly: "You just say that the analysis is unreasonable, the conclusion is incorrect, I am not very good." ”

Ai Yuanyuan: "...... Terrible. But how can I be the murderer, the murderer in the video retrospective is a man in leather shoes. ”

Zhong Jiuyin paused, waved his hand and said informally: "Not necessarily, what if it's a woman who likes to wear leather shoes?" ”

Ai Yuanyuan: "You? I don't like to wear it. ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "You can wear it." ”

Ai Yuanyuan: "......"

"I said before, I'm not a murderer, you don't believe it." Yan Cheng interjected at this time and said.

"Don't be in a hurry to wash it off," Zhong Jiuyin had a more reasonable analysis, "You probably aren't a good person." Maybe it's the writer and the chef who are bought off to be thugs, and if necessary, they can also give each other as witnesses. ”

Yan Cheng didn't blink his eyelids: "Then when I was on the third floor just now, it should have been the writer and the chef hiding together, not me and you, Ai Yuanyuan and Yuan Yi." ”

With the identity of the character in the front, and you and me in the back, Zhong Jiuyin couldn't help but recall the accident that happened in that small room.

… It's good to be able to remember it so repeatedly when reciting the artist's code, and it won't be criticized by Qian Yu.

She said casually: "Who knows what kind of conspiracy you are making, maybe you are deliberately threatening me and Yuan Yi in order to separate." ”

Yuan Yi nodded: "It's possible." ”

Extrapolating backwards from the results, any impossibility will be treated as possible, and it is not clear at all.

Yan Cheng didn't explain, and decided to ignore some of the doubts, agreeing with half of the meaning of her words: "In short, I also think that the writer's behavior is a little suspicious." ”

Ai Yuanyuan immediately pulled people into the water: "If you have to say that, you are also suspicious of Zhong Jiuyin, everyone may be a murderer." ”

"I haven't done anything suspicious, so I can't be suspicious just because I'm a very beautiful lady, right?"

Zhong Jiuyin stood in a graceful posture, and it was always a bit inconsistent to talk about "very beautiful lady".

Yan Cheng: "It is also possible that you will be suspected because you are a warrior with very strong legs and feet. ”

Zhong Jiuyin glanced over, did not hang his eyelids and express his speechlessness as before, nor did he stare at him, but his eyes rolled around, and a word popped out of his mouth.

"Cry."

Then he tilted his head at Yuan Yi, nodded in Yan Cheng's direction, and motioned for him to pick it up.

Yuan Yi quickly understood what she meant, a little embarrassed but more eager to try, and said like a dragon: "Shed tears." ”

After speaking, he picked up Liang Zhi.

Liang Zhi said cautiously: "... Shed tears. ”

Ai Yuanyuan also followed: "Tears are like rain, crying, choking, tears." ”

Yan Cheng's eyelids jumped.

"Bad luck cheat passive activation."

"Name: A pear blossom spring with rain."

"Activation Instructions ......"

Yan Cheng was too lazy to listen and looked at Zhong Jiuyin.

She raised her eyebrows very spiritually, and said, "There is no limit to the number of activations of your golden finger, so you can use it whenever you need to set off the atmosphere?" ”

After pretending to sigh, she smiled and said, "Cry." ”

According to the process of crying last time, Yan Cheng would close his eyes first to brew feelings, and she was still waiting to see him close his eyes, but Yan Cheng didn't close his eyes and kept looking at her like that.

Then slowly, the eyes were filled with water.

There is a light in this place, and the light is bright enough for everyone, the camera, to see the thin layer of tears.

There are also eye sockets that are gradually reddening.

As soon as the eyelashes blinked, the formed tears rolled down, dripping right on the back of Yan Cheng's raised hand.

Then it ran down the back of his hand and down his wrist, and soon disappeared, leaving only the wet marks that the person could barely feel.

He wiped his hand on his chin, not showing any displeasure at their bullying of the unlucky ones, and blending in with their bad tastes and pulling another unlucky man into the water.

"What is the key word of Yuan Yi's golden finger activation? I can't be left alone. ”

I can't tell how many times Zhong Jiuyin will make him cry if he is bad.

(End of chapter)