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

Chapter 127 Because You Are The Murderer, Dear
Over there, Ai Yuanyuan talked about the same as Yuan Yi and the others, and then turned back to talk to Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng.

"We discussed it. Liang Zhi is a noble dancer who was excluded by the dance troupe. Every day he dreams of being Jack Su to save thousands of women in the world. The conflict with the captain is mainly because the captain humiliated him."

"Yuan Yi is a lecherous third-rate musician, because his works are more like that. He and the captain are like-minded friends. They hold a masquerade together to collect money from male guests who have the same hobbies."

The character is too rubbish, in order to prevent real people from being labeled as such rubbish, Yuan Yi hurriedly came out to explain.

"I came here wearing it, not the trash himself."

Yan Cheng: "So their motives for committing the crime, one is to take revenge after being humiliated, and the other is to disagree with the captain because of the distribution of money?"

"Then Yuan Yi's motive for committing the crime is stronger than the others." Zhong Jiuyin said while pinching a shrimp that hadn't had time to stuff it into his mouth.

"The conflicts that money can cause are unimaginable. In order to monopolize the money, musicians are likely to murder people and frame them. Both those who pay and those who share the money are dead. Who knows what he did in it."

Yuan Yi has no way to argue for his role, he can only point the finger at others to gain a short-term steadfastness.

"What about the chef? The chef's hardware equipment is really in line with the characteristics of a murderer."

Yan Cheng put both hands upright on the table, crossed his fingers slightly, and said calmly: "The chef's position as head chef was reported by the captain before he lost it."

Zhong Jiuyin: "Then the captain also invited the chef to make supper, isn't he afraid he won't die if he doesn't get poisoned?"

"...The captain didn't know that the cook knew about it, he quietly reported it."

Liang Zhi poked his head above the horizon and said, "The motive for committing the crime is also strong. Maybe the chef is secretly plotting to kill the captain."

"Yes," Yuan Yi couldn't agree more, "The identity of a chef happens to be able to carry knives on a cruise ship without being discovered, and he also has the courage and ability to kill people, which is very suitable."

Yan Cheng didn't defend himself, but remained calm: "Now everyone has a motive for committing the crime, although there are still some concealments, but the problem can already be seen, and we can prepare to identify it."

It seems that the chef is just an insignificant layer of his identity, and the coordinator is his real body.

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him, and slowly stuffed the dried shrimp into his mouth.

Yuan Yi asked: "What about the plot behind it? There hasn't been a prompt to call the hotline yet, and we still have to clear the plot to identify it?"

Ai Yuanyuan: "There should be a shortcut? To us, this novel world is like a system novel. The system rewards the npc with gold coins to follow his plot. When the npc awakens, the virtual world will be crumbling and finally broken. Then we Back to the normal world."

Liang Zhi: "What about gold coins, don't you want them?"

Obtaining gold coins from the plot is a decent and good way to reverse the decline. Compared with the snatching link, it is the difference between making money honestly and grabbing money on the street.

Especially for the current bottom one, it is an opportunity not to be missed.

They craned their necks to look at Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng was very straightforward, and said directly: "I don't need it. Anyway, no matter how many gold coins there are, they will be divided into three."

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes, but they will still have to be afraid of him.

Ai Yuanyuan: "Then start to find a way to quickly pass the level? Everyone think about what words can make the world of novels collapse."

Yuan Yi: "Just now I said it's like a novel world, the broadcast response was huge, and the task point popped up immediately."

Liang Zhi: "Then stimulate it to quickly pop up the task, and then we ignore it, leave it blank and fast forward to the end?"

Yan Cheng made his final decision: "Yes."

After brainstorming and brainstorming, they soon hit the pain point of the broadcast, and the task prompts that appeared became more and more sharp.

"drop--"

"drop--"

"Drip drip-"

The episodes of the plot passed by, and it was almost smoked by the radio.

Zhong Jiuyin just ate, occasionally inserting a sentence to make a contribution.

Ten minutes passed—it was just a brainless radio, how could it have been imagined that this group of people could really keep bbing for so long, pretending to be stupid, but they still couldn't prevent it, and finally stopped dripping, turning into the sound of glass shattering all over the place .

On to the last scene.

"...The waves crashed into the cruise ship, and there was a bang. The mirror in the bathroom suddenly cracked, and the figure looked at himself in the cracked lens. At the last moment, he suddenly thought about everything behind the fog. It turned out to be... her! "

Immediately after a loud noise of waves hitting the hull, the whole story is completely over.

The restaurant was quiet for 2 minutes.

Zhong Jiuyin didn't dare to use too much force with her fingertips. She carefully tore apart the tinfoil and took out a piece of milk. The only source of sound was the rustling movement.

Then tut tut praise.

"Which unlucky ghost wrote this unlucky novel? The ending of the suspenseful murder case is that everyone drowns in the sea with the cruise ship?" It's not as readable as her bedside books.

Ai Yuanyuan: "...Maybe, this is the origin of the word suspense?"

Zhong Jiuyin: "Yeah, everyone died and didn't tell who the murderer was, leaving a blank here for everyone to guess."

"Trying to cover up the lack of writing by the way of guessing by the whole people," Yuan Yi continued her words, "I guessed right before, this is a spicy chicken novel written by a third-rate writer."

Ai Yuanyuan: "It's a little embarrassing for me as a writer to do this."

"Could it be that you wrote it..."

"Hush," Yan Cheng pointed his index finger in front of his lips, signaling the direction of the broadcast, "It should be time to notify the identification link."

Everyone was obediently silent.

The voice on the radio changed to another person, very serious and correct: "The story is over, please go to the phone booth to call the reporting hotline, and tell who you are referring to."

"Re-informed: The identification rules stipulate that if the murderer is reported by three or more people, it is considered a failure. If the murderer is only reported by two or one person including himself, it is considered a success. The murderer succeeds, and the gold coins are large." The gift bag belongs to him alone, the murderer failed, and the other guests have the same amount of gold coin gift bags at the same time."

The telephone booth is on this deck, and everyone needs to go out and make calls alone.

No one was in a hurry to leave, they sat in their seats and looked around.

Yuan Yi tentatively asked: "Sister Yin, who are you going to point out?"

Zhong Jiuyin glanced at Yan Cheng who was at the side from the corner of his eye, took another piece of milk from his hand, and said casually, "You."

Yan Cheng's hand rested on the bag of pink sucking jelly, and he turned his head to look at her.

She ignored it and looked at Yuan Yi in front of her with wide eyes.

"Vote for me? Why?"

"Of course it's because my smart brain made rational thinking and fair judgment."

Yuan Yi: "...you can't treat me like this, sister..."

"I'll be the first to go out." Yan Cheng suddenly stood up and said.

The chair legs rubbed against the ground, and he followed the staff out without looking sideways.

When he left, Ai Yuanyuan asked Zhong Jiuyin in a low voice: "Who do you think Brother Yan Cheng will vote for? You sit close to each other, did he tell you?"

"Yes. He said he would vote for you." She took a milk tablet and took the opportunity to feed it.

Ai Yuanyuan was taken aback, looking at her pretty face with a more candid smile, she really couldn't say anything bad.

Zhong Jiuyin has a magical power, even if she doesn't like her, she won't hate her.

"Why did you vote for me?" Ai Yuanyuan asked vaguely with a piece of milk in her mouth.

Zhong Jiuyin stretched out a finger and lifted her chin lightly: "Because you are the murderer, my dear."

(End of this chapter)