A yellowed piece of vintage hyacinths lies quietly on the keys.

"Don't mind, do you?" Wavy curls asked as he reached for it.

I don't care about Shi Zhen's attitude.

Shi Zhen had a shallow smile on her face and stood to the side obediently.

Neither do they stick their heads out to look.

didn't reveal her unwillingness to have a share of the letterhead.

Fortunately, after the wavy curls hurriedly browsed, they did not hide their secrets, and read out the contents of the letterhead: "I am the heir of Windsor Castle X, Lily Windsor...... In the summer, I came to the castle to cool off. It's hot...... suggested that I have a prom...... Die...... My resentment seals the castle...... Every year, a ball is held, and one of the guests who attends is the murderer of the year. Find him or her, avenge me, and inherit this castle. ”

The letter paper is too worn.

I don't know how much wind and rain I have passed, and many of the handwriting is blurred.

Thankfully, there's a lot of information to tell the whole story.

This Miss Lily Windsor, at the suggestion of xx, threw a ball. As a result, for unknown reasons, she died tragically at the ball. Her resentment grudges over the castle, but unfortunately she can't keep the guests. So every year, the castle sends out an invitation to a ball, trying to find the murderer.

"So what are we? Guest or detective? The inch-headed man scratched his head irritably and asked.

He hates puzzle-themed scenes the most.

Sick of it.

If you accidentally choose the wrong one, you will die, and if you don't choose, you will die.

In short, the difficulty is much higher than that of escape or smash brawl.

The man who had been hired to cover him with a lot of money is dead again.

The mentality of the inch-headed man is a little broken.

"I think it's all there."

A sweet and glutinous voice sounded, interrupting the emotions that the inch-headed man was about to vent.

Shi Zhen's slender fingers pulled out the letter paper and held it up.

After reading it, he handed it to the inch-headed man.

The inch-headed man didn't answer.

However, the middle-aged man who spoke very little from beginning to end, had almost no sense of existence, and wore thick-bottomed glasses, took it.

Looking at Shi Zhen, he smiled crampedly: "I want to take a look too." ”

The voice was low, muffled, like a roll out of the throat.

Shi Zhen let go of her fingers.

Wavy curls frowned at Shi Zhen: "What did you just say?" ”

The inch-headed man reacted, grabbed the life-saving straw, moved a few steps, and stood almost close to Shi Zhen: "You know, don't you?" ”

"You have a clue?!"

The word "clue" seemed to have a special meaning, and as soon as it was spoken, the atmosphere of the whole hall changed.

Tight.

Dangerous.

Shi Zhen didn't notice it at all, she frowned and complained about the inch-headed man: "You're too close to me!" ”

The inch-headed man snorted and panted.

His eyes were firmly fixed on Chen Jiao.

Shi Zhen was finally a little frightened by him, and wanted to find a helper in a panic, but the inch-headed man blocked all her sight. Her voice trembled lightly, with a little crying: "I just analyzed it briefly, and if I made a mistake, I apologize." ”

"The first time I played a game, I didn't really understand anything."

As he spoke, tears also accumulated in his eyes.

The upturned face is very moving.

The inch-headed man's throat suddenly couldn't go down.

He took two steps back, pulling away.

Shi Zhen raised her fingers and wiped her eyes twice.

At this time, the curly-haired woman spoke: "I also think that there are both. Some of us are murderers, some are detectives. ”

"As for how to identify the identity, the game should give you a hint later. Otherwise, the difficulty is too high to be considered a beginner scene. ”

"The prompt hasn't come out yet, so let's exchange names, right? Looking at the setting, we are going to work together in groups to clear the level. I hope my teammates are trustworthy. ”

After the curly-haired woman finished speaking, seeing that no one was silent, she took the initiative to say: "My name is Han Mingli, a self-media video blogger." ”

Shi Zhen timidly introduced: "My name is Shi Zhen, a student at Songnan University. ”

Both girls said it.

As a man, he still squirms, making people see jokes.

The inch-headed man followed and said, "The game has been introduced first, but Shi Zhen didn't hear it, I'll say it again." My name is Zhao Yang, unemployed, rich second generation. ”

Middle-aged man with glasses: "Su Li, teacher." ”

"Okay, let's go find an identity prompt first. We'll meet in my room later. Han Mingli drafted in three words. Shi Zhen wanted to speak and stopped.

Han Mingli was about to ask her what else was going on, but on the stairs, a head poked out and asked with some panic: "Hey, have you read the invitation?" There's a little more stuff on it! ”

"What's more?" Zhao Yang asked.

Tang Xiaoxing, who was dyed a pinch of blue, said impatiently: "You won't look at your own first?" ”

Between words.

Shi Zhen had already opened the dark green silk handbag.

She said "huh" first, because the cover of the entire invitation turned red.

And it's flowing, viscous, much like the red of blood.

It's as if if you press it, you will get a hand of blood.

Fortunately, it just looks.

Shi Zhen opened it, her fingers were clean, and nothing was stained.

She looked at the suddenly extra text inside the invitation and pursed her lower lip: "It seems that the identity has come out." ”

"What identity?" Tang Xiaoxing asked, but it was Han Mingli who was watching.

Her hatred for Shi Zhen is really strong.

Han Mingli walked upstairs and briefly explained their findings and reasoning.

Han Mingli's invitation was placed in the room.

Zhao Yang and Su Li too.

When Zhao Yang passed by Tang Xiaoxing's side, he saw Tang Xiaoxing's face was ugly, and she was looking at her own invitation. Zhao Yang said casually: "It shouldn't be the identity of the murderer you take, right?" ”

"You're the murderer!" Tang Xiaoxing roared fiercely and ran back to the room angrily.

It's just her back, how she looks like she has a weak heart.

……

One o'clock in the morning.

The five people who were still alive gathered in Han Mingli's room.

Han Mingli's face was heavy: "What appeared on my invitation letter was a painting. What about you? ”

Shi Zhen: "Me too. ”

Tang Xiaoxing glared at Shi Zhen, annoyed that she grabbed in front of her, and simply spread out the invitation to Han Mingli: "I'm above this." It's weird. ”

An invitation is a picture outlined by simple lines.

It's abstract.

But if you think about it carefully, some of them look like women dressed in complicated court groups who have been stabbed in the chest.

Han Mingli also showed her to everyone.

Her picture is the side of a woman who hurriedly runs away with her skirt.

What Zhao Yang showed him was a butler with his hands outstretched and his body leaning forward slightly.

Shi Zhen also opened the invitation.

A piano painted on her.

It was the one that stoned people to death today.

There was also a pool of blood on the side.

There was still Su Li left to show everyone, and Zhao Yang urged Su Li. Who knew that Su Li stood up abruptly and bowed deeply: "I'm sorry." ”

Then he turned and ran out.

Zhao Yang got up and chased a few steps, but was stopped by Han Mingli.

Han Mingli rubbed her eyebrows tiredly: "Forget it." ”

Zhao Yang's face was ugly and said: "He is so weak-hearted, eighty percent is a murderer." ”

The rest of the people didn't answer.

Only Shi Zhen glanced at him and said slowly, "Maybe." ”

"It's too late, I want to sleep. Can we talk about it tomorrow? ”

Shi Zhen covered her mouth and yawned.

Tang Xiaoxing frowned, diss her: "Have you figured out the situation?" This is a horror game, who are you squeamish to show it to? ”

"It's going to be hard if I don't get enough sleep." Shi Zhen frowned, stood up, and really walked out.

Tang Xiaoxing was so angry that she complained to Han Mingli: "She has no intention of cooperating at all!" Don't take her with you at all! ”

Zhao Yang couldn't help but help Shi Zhen explain: "People are not wrong, sleeping is very important. Without spirit, how can you cope with tomorrow? ”

Seeing that Tang Xiaoxing and Zhao Yang were about to quarrel.

Han Mingli made a stop gesture and sighed: "Let's talk about it tomorrow." Everyone is tired today. ”

"I don't dare to sleep alone, I'll share a room with you tonight." Tang Xiaoxing grabbed Han Mingli and begged.

Han Mingli agreed.

Zhao Yang took the door and went out.

He wanted to say something when passing by Shi Zhen's room, but in the end, he lingered at the door for dozens of seconds and left.

Inside the door.

Lying on her back on the bed, her skin was pale with blisters.

The smell of water is emitted from the inside out.

She didn't move, as if she were dead.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

A scarlet spree.

"Brush!"

Long, sharp nails are embedded in the bed frame.

The shelves of solid wood, like foam, are easily pierced.