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

Although the packaging slogan is a bit shameful, the first half sentence is very attractive.

Zhong Jiuyin still chose to eat, and opened it with some secret thought——

It turned out to be a few big meatballs that are not black.

Take a bite, the nuts inside are crunchy and delicious.

With black sesame balls in her mouth, she stood up and walked half a circle around the dining table, looking for some delicious-looking snacks.

Yuan Yi didn't care about choosing by himself, and helped her take the selected ones and put them on her seat, and even rummaged through them to discuss with her how delicious they were.

"I've eaten this before. It's very spicy. I suggest you don't try it lightly."

"This is fine. Satay-flavored shredded pork is generally accepted."

"Sister Yin, don't you like dried sweet potatoes? Here they are."

In addition to the murmurs of Ai Yuanyuan and Liang Zhi, the combination of the voice and the rustling sound of pinching the packaging bag made it very lively.

After Yan Cheng went to the camera and communicated with the program crew, he saw the four of them next to each other, picking out snacks while talking and laughing.

Zhong Jiuyin and Yuan Yi's arms were almost stuck together.

He walked over alone and stood beside them.

Zhong Jiuyin raised his head to look at him, and he asked, "Do you have any recommendations? The one that works better."

The movement of drooping eyes made him look a bit lonely and beautiful.

The words worked, and it reminded Zhong Jiuyin of the time when he fainted by the side of the road.

It is really a fragile display item, and if you eat a little bit, you will be dizzy.

"This one," she said, pointing to her bag of black sesame balls, "it's quite fragrant."

With a "hmm", he went to listen to other people's recommendations.

Ai Yuanyuan gave him two pieces of high-calorie chocolate, which was said to be a sacred sweet for people with low blood sugar who can regain blood after eating a little.

Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi also have recommendations.

They more or less knew about Yan Cheng's hypoglycemia. Although they had never picked up a handsome man who passed out on the side of the road, they knew a little bit from watching the barrage and netizen deep patting every episode.

Therefore, all the recommended ones are high in energy.

Yan Cheng listened carefully, said thank you politely, and put the things in his hands.

After sitting down, open a black sesame ball and eat it.

Really mellow.

The words "Secret of thick and beautiful hair" were written on the packaging bag. He smoothed the torn folds, thinking that she likes to eat this kind of food.

Everyone picked the same, each found a place to sit down and chat while eating, the subtle sound of the wrapping paper being "stabbed" being torn apart continued, like the background sound of chatting.

"I took a look around just now," Ai Yuanyuan said, "The kitchen utensils and table knives here are all well-equipped, a complete set, and there is nothing missing."

Yuan Yi swallowed a dried cranberry and said, "Did the murderer bring his own knife? Or are there other places on the cruise ship where knives are used?"

After speaking, he gave Zhong Jiuyin the two dried fruits that felt the largest when pinched, paused, and distributed two to other people as if covering up.

"It tastes good." He smiled sheepishly.

Zhong Jiuyin seemed to be thrown two bags of local delicacies by a passing good man, and gave him a handful of macadamia nuts in return.

This thing has a thick shell and little meat, and it is more effective to smash people than to eat it, so she was really impatient to pry it open.

"There should be no other places on the cruise ship where knives are used. For the time being, I think the murderer brought a knife himself, but why did he bring a knife on the cruise?" Yan Cheng lowered his head and tore open the second black ball, speaking in a calm tone.

"Are you ready to come up and kill people?" Zhong Jiuyin sat upside down, holding a bag of seaweed rolls with his hand propped on the table, shaking it and pinching it.

She just answered what she had to say, and listened when she had nothing to say, and her focus was still on eating.

When the seaweed was opened, a strange smell rushed into the nose.Her face was grim for a second, and she quickly pulled out one and stuffed it into her mouth.

As the saying goes, don't define the taste of food by the smell. She is willing to give this package of snacks a chance to be discovered.

I ate one, didn't smash it, I knew the smell, and stuffed another one.

As they ate one by one, the sound of "clicking" was clearly transmitted to the ears of the people next to them.

Yan Cheng searched among a pile of snacks, found a bag of the same thing, mixed it with yogurt and ate it.

All four of them had spoken, and it was Liang Zhi's turn to answer, but Ai Yuanyuan's thoughts were flooding, and she quickly answered again, overwhelming Liang Zhi's slow voice.

"Since he was ready to come up to kill someone, he had already had a deep hatred with someone before that. I guess he was going to kill the captain, but he didn't hold back in the crowd before he did it. Afterwards, he was passionate Kill them all."

Liang Zhi waited for a few seconds, and no one said anything before he opened his mouth: "What if he wanted to kill them all? Maybe this masquerade ball on the cruise ship is also one of his plans."

Yan Cheng: "Not very likely. To kill so many people, it is impossible to carry only a small knife. It would be easier to change it to poison."

"That depends on which of us has had an irreconcilable conflict with the captain." Yuan Yi concluded.

Ai Yuanyuan nodded: "All the answers are in the character settings. Height, body shape, strength, past experience, and the location where the murder occurred."

The scope of the test has been circled, and it is time to fill in the content.

Ai Yuanyuan had a new idea, and discussed it with Yuan Yiliang Zhi on both sides.

Zhong Jiuyin leaned closer to listen, with a bag of suckable jelly in his mouth.

Suddenly her shoulder was touched, and she turned to look at Yan Cheng.

"What?"

Yan Cheng showed a few pieces of wrapping paper in his hand, and asked in a lower voice than Ai Yuanyuan and the others: "Where do you throw the trash? Do you have a trash can over there?"

Zhong Jiuyin looked around, there was no trash can.

However, there is an empty plastic bag on the table, which can barely serve as a trash can.

"Give it to me," she casually stretched out her hand, "throw it in the bag."

"Okay." Yan Cheng agreed, turned his hands over and put the few pieces of paper into her palm.

It was just an action of passing garbage, Zhong Jiuyin didn't take it seriously, and planned to take it and throw it in the bag casually, and continue to listen to Ai Yuanyuan and the others.

But she soon felt a slight coolness and itching in the palm of her hand, so she finally looked directly at Yan Cheng.

It was Yan Cheng's fingertips. The neatly manicured nails flew over her palm like a superficial touch. It was very slight, but it had the same sense of existence as the sharp touch of wrapping paper on the skin.

Yan Cheng withdrew his hand after putting away the trash, noticed her gaze, and raised his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Zhong Jiuyin looked around him, grabbed the wrapping paper and threw it into the bag, then pulled the bag over.

"And throw it here."

Yan Cheng nodded.

He didn't speak, just listened to what he wanted, Zhong Jiuyin inexplicably saw a little cuteness.

It's weird, Yan Cheng can also hook up with Qiaoqiao, it must be that she ate too many black sesame pills, and her mind automatically entered the mode of going to sleep after eating and drinking.

She unpacked the bag, sucked the jelly in her mouth, and listened to the plot analysis delivered by Yuan Yi.

Ai Yuanyuan deserves to be a good player in the game, she stepped on the key plot while talking.

Broadcast pop-up prompt——

"...they actually found the murder weapon, it was a bloody chainsaw."

"'What's the use of finding it? We're not the police, so we can't verify fingerprints,' said the dancer."

"But at this time, the chef found a special mark on the chainsaw. When he pinched it, it turned out to be a long brown hair. He looked around at the others, fixed his eyes on a certain person, and asked:..."