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

Chapter 128 What do you think of me?
Yan Cheng didn't come back after he went out, apparently to prevent everyone from sharing answers.

The director reminded them: "You can go to the next one."

"Me," Ai Yuanyuan raised her hand, "I have an affirmative answer."

Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi raised their necks and asked, "Affirmative answer? Who is it?"

"One choice with my life partner." Ai Yuanyuan gave Yuan Yi a meaningful look.

Zhong Jiuyin frowned on the milk tablet, noncommittal to her statement.

After Ai Yuanyuan, Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi went out one after the other, leaving her at the end.

She is not in a hurry, when it's her, let's go out slowly.

As she walked down the long corridor, she pondered the situation.

In fact, she is a bit inclined towards musicians, that is, Yuan Yi is the murderer. After all, people make money and birds die for food, and uneven distribution of spoils is a stronger motive for committing crimes.

But if she votes for Yuan Yi, Ai Yuanyuan also votes for Yuan Yi, and Yuan Yi doesn't vote for herself, then...

Forget it, it's too troublesome for her to think about that place, she'd better follow Yan Cheng's advice and vote for Ai Yuanyuan directly.

Stepping out of the somewhat dark corridor, as soon as he stood on the open deck, his long hair was blown so that his scalp felt the tension.

The sun outside has already slanted westward, and the early autumn is urged by a rain and a wind, which makes the time of the sun set move forward by a few ten minutes, and the moist things silently announce the gradual departure of the late summer.

The deck is [-] meters above the ground. You don’t need to lower your head. If you look far away, you can see the sea surface colored by light. The waves are sparkling. Standing there against the wind, Zhong Jiuyin feels like a peerless master looking down on the top of the Forbidden City. A sense of boldness comes.

"Where do you feel the salt content in the wind? Hurry up and identify it." Ai Yuanyuan said.

"..." The atmosphere is gone, and the peerless master is now just a little transparency who works to support himself.

She walked to the temporary phone booth, picked up the receiver and said "Hello".

The moment before the other party answered, some vague idea seemed to float in her mind, and it was washed away without a trace before it was too late to salvage it.

"Please tell me who you are referring to." The mechanical voice on the other end of the phone sounded.

Thoughts are truncated, and the little thought escapes faster.Zhong Jiuyin simply shook off and dealt with the situation in front of her seriously.

"I identify—" She dragged her voice lightly, and glanced at the few people standing in a row over there.

They all looked at this side, Yan Cheng stood first, his black shattered hair was blown a little messy by the wind, and the ends of his hair brushed against his brows, his eyes slightly closed due to the strong wind seemed to be full of affection and melancholy.

It's that... hiss, that feeling of the male protagonist looking at the female protagonist from afar in the light rain of apricot blossoms.

"Ai Yuanyuan," she looked away, and casually said into the microphone, "I identify Ai Yuanyuan."

After hanging up the report call, she walked slowly to the last position in the row and stood there.

It's time for the director to announce the outcome of the game.

"Tested—"

"The murderer, Ai Yuanyuan, has been identified three times. If the report is successful, the others will be rewarded with a gift package worth [-] gold coins!"

Zhong Jiuyin followed the wind and clapped and whistled. By the way, she reached out to go around behind Yuan Yi and the others, and touched Ai Yuanyuan's cute round face.

"Murderer, congratulations on the failure of your novel."

Ai Yuanyuan: "... I thank you."

Yuan Yi asked: "Are you really killing people for inspiration?"

"There must be part of the reason." Ai Yuanyuan curled her lips.

"The personal script was written so that I thought I was just an ordinary transmigration author, I was writing suspense novels before I transmigrated, and I also wrote suspense novels after transmuting.

Although the writing is poor, no one appreciates it, and the dream of a beautiful dream soars to the sky, so I took the book to the publishing house to recommend myself, and was insulted and called it rubbish, but I came here through the book, what does the behavior of the original owner have to do with me? "

Zhong Jiuyin moved over to listen.This story is a bit interesting, as high as [-]% similar to her experience.

"Yeah, what does it have to do with you? Why did you slaughter dozens of people with brain congestion?"

Ai Yuanyuan spread her hands: "But I really didn't expect it. What I thought was wearing a book was actually just a fantasy after my brain was abnormal. The description of my script is very detailed. At the beginning, I didn't see something wrong word by word."

Everyone: "Huh?"

"To put it simply, I wrote badly and refused to recognize the reality. I was rejected and ridiculed so many times that I was depressed and squatted at home, madly wanting to write a shocking masterpiece to hit others. Face."

"But I'm really not capable enough, what should I do? At this time, because I was thinking too crazy, at some point a situation similar to the second personality appeared. The sister felt that if you want to be popular, you must have real events Happened, causing public opinion hype."

"That is to do the real thing first, it's better to make yourself the only survivor, and then record the murder from a third perspective... I guess this character must have watched too many TV dramas while staying at home .”

Zhong Jiuyin listened with gusto.

Although it is quite different from her experience, it is also a very exciting story, which has a different appeal from her bedside readings.

After listening, she habitually glanced around quickly and then retracted. Then she felt that something was wrong, and she turned her head to look at the left hand side again.

Yan Cheng was looking at her, his pitiful eyes seemed to reveal a word - some of her behaviors must have been caused by abnormal brain after the car accident.

Zhong Jiuyin: "..."

Either she was wrong, or Yan Cheng had a problem with his mind.

When the game is over, it's time for the exciting snatching session.

The director said: "Everyone knows the financial strength of the program group. We rented this cruise ship for a day. It is certainly impossible to just sit and analyze the plot. So the snatching part of this episode will be carried out on it."

"The cruise ship has a total of six floors. Except for the luxury suites on the top two floors, it is forbidden to use. Large spaces such as restaurants, ballrooms and 39 guest rooms are the range for everyone to run around."

"Remember, you can't hide in the room and never come out. Because of the particularity of the venue, the function of uploading the location of the smart armband is changed to display every 5 minutes at the same time."

"That is to say, whether you are moving or not, everyone can see each other's location on the smart armband every 5 minutes, and can find other people based on the location information. So, move!"

Shouting this voice, everyone tensed up in shock.

The staff came to distribute gold coin stickers to them, and Yuan Yi went to Zhong Jiuyin immediately.

"Sister Yin, shall we form an alliance? Brother Yan Cheng and Ai Yuanyuan must be watching you closely. We form an alliance, and I can help you look out."

"Are you not staring at me?" She asked as if chatting while sticking gold coins.

Yuan Yi's ears turned red for a second, he stumbled and said, "...No...keep an eye on it, right?"

Liang Zhi: So he was so stupid when he misunderstood the previous two times.

Zhong Jiuyin lowered her head, not feeling anything wrong.

"So you just want to keep the current amount of gold coins? Even if you have foresight, it is not impossible to form an alliance..."

"Alliances have to be based on merit." Yan Cheng's voice was clear and clear in the wind, "What do you think of me?"

(End of this chapter)