Ai Yuanyuan was so asked that she almost couldn't stabilize her expression, so she casually found the direction given by Yan Cheng and continued.

"I figured it out, the invitation font is black."

After saying that, she turned her head to Uehara Yi, hoping that the game would continue and cover the stubble.

But Yuan Yi didn't rush to pick it up, but looked at her meaningfully.

"It turns out that you really don't have an invitation. The font is dark red, and the fire paint is printed in one color. ”

Ai Yuanyuan: "......"

She pursed her lips in annoyance.

"Do you want to go on?" Yuan Yi asked.

"Pick up," Ai Yuanyuan looked at Zhong Jiuyin and said, "If the murderer is one of the people who didn't have an invitation, then I must be the only one, because I'm not the murderer." The writer is a coward at best. ”

Zhong Jiuyin made an indifferent look, and when Yuan Yi finished speaking, she didn't have to think about it, and said without hesitation: "The slight bulge of the font can be felt on the invitation paper, which is very subtle, but I can still feel it with my heart." ”

Yuan Yi: "... Sister Yin, don't be too outrageous. ”

Yan Cheng glanced at her through a Liang Zhi in the middle: "It seems that you have touched it with your own hands." I'm afraid there is no such specific description in the text, and it is decent to make it up out of thin air. ”

She shrugged slightly, she had an accomplice anyway, and it was nothing that this aggressive broken game couldn't be played.

Finally, one more round, and everyone knows the result.

Yan Cheng concluded: "Zhong Jiuyin and Ai Yuanyuan didn't have an invitation letter, they were eating and drinking on the cruiser. ”

Yuan Yi added: "And they may have gone here to pick out masks, and then they were discovered by the captain, and the two sides got into an argument, and someone killed the captain." ”

"Murder with passion," Liang Zhi pushed his glasses, looking like a white scholar, "probably at first he was just angry at the captain's cynicism, belittling, and emotional feelings towards her, so he killed him." After killing someone, I realized what I had done, and in a panic, well... In order to prevent the frightened people from running out and exposing her, she killed more people..."

The more he talked, the more stumbling he became, and everyone was quite familiar with him, so without waiting for him to stop, they rushed to urge him to continue.

"Well, and then what?"

"Where's Chris?"

It was Yan Cheng and Zhong Jiuyin's voices colliding again.

Liang Zhi looked at the two of them, one of them didn't have anything, and the corners of his lips moved slightly, because he had noticed their unusualness earlier, and he looked at it like this, and felt that there was a layer of invisible and untouchable silk threads between the two of them-

Like two walls under the eaves connected by a very thin cobweb.

"Hmm... Chris..."He organized the language, starting from Zhong Jiuyin's question, "Maybe when Chris went out to look for roses, the captain was already killed, but there were many people, and not everyone noticed it." The killer changed to a larger murder weapon when he dealt with the others, and although he noticed that Chris had left the crowd, in order to avoid a small mistake, he still dealt with the others first, and then waited for Chris to come back. ”

"It makes sense," Yan Cheng pointed to Zhong Jiuyin and Ai Yuanyuan, and asked him, "Then which of the two of them do you think is the murderer?" ”

Liang Zhi snorted, unable to answer for a long time.

"Hey, don't confuse the public." Ai Yuanyuan said with a smile.

The dimples on both sides of her lips are intoxicatingly sweet, and she is cute when she laughs, and no matter what she says, she can automatically soften her heart.

"We just didn't have an invitation, and that doesn't mean we're the murderers. Didn't you also analyze that dancers hiding alone were mostly murderers? There are also chefs, the suspicion is the greatest. The musician is not necessarily a good person, and it is not clear why he did not show up on time to play in the ballroom. ”

Speaking of which, everyone has one or two suspicions, as if anyone can be a murderer, and maybe no one is a murderer.

"Then let's continue with the plot," Yan Cheng said, "I have a hunch that the focus of the later plot will be on our character design, and it is also a very useful clue to speculate from the character's motives for committing the crime." ”

"Also, we haven't found the murder weapon and mask yet, and those are also two important clues."

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him.

How could he have such a hunch? Why didn't she?

Thinking about it carefully, now that the plot has progressed to the point where it is found that painters and writers are mixed up to eat and drink, according to the voice left by the captain, the people on the cruise ship should be very unkind and disgusted with smugglers like them.

So the chef should be too? The dancer is as proud as a male peacock, probably too.

What about musicians? If it's the same dislike, then they can probably quarrel.

When you quarrel, you can scold anything, and it is light to slander each other, and it is not impossible to greet your family.

Ah, then the follow-up plot is indeed likely to be about the character's personality and experience.

Yes, she is also quite wise, Yan Cheng can think of it, she can also think of it, but it takes a long time to react.

It's a late bloomer.

She thought about it, and raised her hands again, waiting for them to use key words to set plot prompts.

“… When they asked about the invitation, they found out that the painters who looked delicate and elegant and arrogant, as well as the timid and fearful writers, actually came up to prostitute themselves to eat, drink and be entertained. ”

The dancer immediately avoided the painter and looked at her with complicated eyes. The chef snorted heavily, the corners of his mouth pulling a mocking arc. ”

The two protected ladies were instantly isolated, and the painter looked at them in a panic. The musician did not want to believe that such a beautiful woman could be a cruel murderer, and asked in disbelief: ......"

It's time for Yuan Yi's special session.

He had an answer in his heart, but when he turned to ask, he didn't dare to meet Zhong Jiuyin's eyes directly, and his gaze politely fell outside her eyes.

"Asked in disbelief..."

"Didn't you say a friend invited you up? It turned out to be fake? ”

Saying more or less about it, he thought about it and added more: "But as a painter, why do you need to do this? It should be okay to get an invitation letter openly. ”

Zhong Jiuyin wanted to answer him.

After Yuan Yi finished speaking, the dog's eyes turned away, and he walked around twice before looking at her again.

I want to see it, but I'm embarrassed to see more.

Yan Cheng could see clearly with cold eyes, his eyes fell on the void in front of him, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The radio judgment was quick: "Supplemental plot loading... The original plot is 80% compliant. Reward 80 gold coins. ”

Eighty personal income, his number of gold coins has risen, surpassing Liang Zhi of the same level.

"Now Yuan Yi is second, right? Maybe you can surpass Zhong Jiuyin by relying on the plot. Ai Yuanyuan was a little envious.

However, looking at the person next to her, she sighed again: "Brother Yan Cheng has the least gold coins now. The rules of the snatching link are really perverted, and the clearing is too cruel. ”

Yan Cheng didn't think so.

"If you don't get to the snatching link, anyone can be the first-to-last."

His expression and tone are quite cold when he is normal, and this profound posture seems to be very easy, as if he doesn't care if there are plot gold coins coming in.

Yuan Yi offers an idea that perhaps the identities of painters and writers, or even all people, are fake. A painter is not a painter, he may not be a proper worker..."

"Don't look down on people," Zhong Jiuyin said fiercely, "I am a painter, full-time painting, and I have a bright future." ”

Yan Cheng turned to look at her well: "Oh? How to prove it? ”

Yan Cheng's picture is a laser design, minimalist style, and it's pretty good, and Jiuyin's hasn't found a suitable artist to take orders. I want to make an appointment with something better, even if I don't do activities, I can do a little bit of peripheral collection

It's just hard to find someone, every time I can't find my wives, I lie in bed and dream: if I'm a painter/artist, and the painting is perfect, everyone who sees my work will point to the painting and excitedly shout "It's beautiful!" It's beautiful! There are such beautiful works in the world, and I feel that my soul has been sublimated at a glance! ”

When will there be that day, alas (cheek support)

(End of chapter)