After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Chapter 107

When the sound of the broadcast fell, Ai Yuanyuan was not in the mood to care about the gold coins anymore, and asked in a low voice awkwardly:
"I didn't bring out the key plot, so the reminder function has been downgraded? It's so embarrassing, I'm sorry."

She rarely showed anxiety. Compared with Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi, she always swam like a fish swimming on the show, even though she was as nervous as them in private.

It's just that the relaxation of paper is too fragile, and it can be pierced by a little mistake.

Yan Cheng simply comforted him: "There are not enough reminders, and it is indeed impossible to guess the follow-up plot. Turning off reminders for a large section of the plot will not affect anything."

Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi quickly said that it had nothing to do with her.

Zhong Jiuyin, who called "Pretty Yuanyuan", was not in a hurry to speak.

She was touching her chin again, in a state of thinking.

After listening to Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi's comforting words to Ai Yuanyuan, Yan Cheng waited for a few seconds before she could speak, looked sideways at her, and asked by name: "Zhong Jiuyin..."

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

No matter how you call it, it seems to have a different meaning, as if it is not as simple as a name.

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

The other three turned to see her pensive expression.

Zhong Jiuyin: "Don't bother me, my mind is suddenly a little clearer than ever before, and I probably have to find some big clues."

Yan Cheng: ...Why is the brain sober like never before, even a flash of inspiration can be explained so crudely.

She said don't disturb, but no one said anything, Ai Yuanyuan was looking forward to something that would overshadow her mistake just now, so she also stared at her eagerly.

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

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

Yan Cheng: "What?"

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

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

Thoughts are still being processed in his mind, he has already subconsciously gathered his arms, and his hanging fingers brushed against the seam of his trousers, a little far away from Ai Yuanyuan, and there is no possibility of touching it.

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

Ai Yuanyuan and Yan Cheng stepped forward and backward.

"what?"

"what?"

"Aren't writers timid? It stands to reason that timid and afraid people will seek shelter from those who feel safe. But the chef has been speculated as a murderer by us. How could the writer grab the chef's hand for comfort at this time?" ?”

Yuan Yi Gougou looked at her, thought about it rationally, and acted as if he agreed unconditionally: "Yes, writers should stay away from chefs, otherwise wouldn't they be OOC? Unless——"

"Unless—" Zhong Jiuyin was also saying these two words, their voices collided, and they looked at each other with a tacit understanding.

"Unless the writer thinks in his heart that chefs are not murderers."

Ai Yuanyuan froze for a moment: "What do you mean? The suspicion came to me?"

Zhong Jiuyin stroked her ponytail, imitating the arrogance of a painter, and raised her chin slightly: "Just say whether the analysis is reasonable or not, and whether the conclusion is correct or not, I'm not serious."

Ai Yuanyuan: "... Awesome. But how could I be the murderer, the murderer in the flashback is a man wearing leather shoes."

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

Ai Yuanyuan: "You? I don't like wearing them."

Zhong Jiuyin: "You can wear it."

Ai Yuanyuan: "..."

"I said before that I'm not a murderer, you don't believe me." Yan Cheng interjected at this moment.

"Don't rush to get rid of it," Zhong Jiuyin said with a more reasonable analysis, "You are probably not a good person. Maybe the writer and the chef conspired together. The chef was paid to be a thug, and they could give each other money when necessary." As a witness."

Yan Cheng didn't even bat an eyelid: "Then when we were on the third floor just now, the writer and the cook should have been hiding together, not me and you, Ai Yuanyuan and Yuan Yi."

Using the role identity 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 would be nice to be able to think of it over and over again when memorizing the artist's rules, so as not to be criticized by Qian Yu.

She casually said: "Who knows what kind of conspiracy you are carrying out, maybe you are deliberately threatening me and Yuan Yi separately."

Yuan Yi followed suit and nodded: "It's possible."

Inverting the process from the result, any impossibility will be regarded as possible, and the explanation is not clear at all.

Yan Cheng stopped explaining, and decided to ignore certain doubts, and agreed with half of what she said: "In short, I also think the author's behavior is a bit suspicious."

Ai Yuanyuan jumped into the water: "If you have to say that, you are also suspected of Zhong Jiuyin, everyone may be the murderer."

"I haven't done anything to attract suspicion. I can't be suspected just because I am a very beautiful lady?"

Zhong Jiuyin stood up in a sly manner, and it was always a bit out of touch to talk about "a very beautiful lady".

Yan Cheng: "You may also be suspected because you are a warrior with very strong legs and feet."

Zhong Jiuyin glanced over, instead of hanging his eyelids to express his speechlessness as before, and didn't stare at him, but rolled his eyes and said a word.

"cry."

Then he tilted his head towards Yuan Yi, nodded in Yan Cheng's direction, and signaled him to connect.

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

After speaking, he continued to talk to Liang Zhi.

Liang Zhi said cautiously, "...weeping."

Ai Yuanyuan also followed: "Tears are like rain, crying, choking, tears streaming down my face."

Yan Cheng's eyelids twitched.

"Unlucky cheats are passively activated."

"Name: A Pear Blossom with Rain in Spring."

"Activation instructions..."

Yan Cheng was too lazy to finish listening, and looked at Zhong Jiuyin.

She raised her eyebrows spiritually, and said, "Your golden finger has no limit on the number of activations, so it can be used whenever you need to enhance the atmosphere?"

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

According to the flow of crying last time, Yan Cheng would first close his eyes to brew his feelings. She was still waiting to see him close his eyes, but Yan Cheng did not close his eyes and kept looking at her like that.

Then slowly, the eyes filled with water.

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

There are also gradually red eye sockets.

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

Then it flowed down from the wrist along the back of the hand, and soon disappeared, leaving only the traces of wetness that the person concerned could barely feel.

He wiped the back of his hand on his chin. He didn't show any dissatisfaction with their oppression of the unlucky ghost. He also integrated into their bad taste and dragged another unlucky ghost into the water.

"What is Yuan Yi's golden finger activation key? I can't be tortured alone."

I can't tell how many times Zhong Jiuyin will cry because of his vicious boss.

(End of this chapter)