The criminals looked so similar to each other that fans asked me how many years I had been squatting

Chapter 21 The Chosen Killer
The meaning is obvious, he is doubting An Ning's identity.

An Ning also heard it, and immediately raised her eyebrows, "In other words, everything that appears in this villa belongs to a murderer? Then if I find a doll, does it mean that everyone who likes dolls is a murderer? The standard for this definition is Isn’t it a little too casual?”

She crossed her arms and looked at each person for a moment before looking away. There was no trace of panic or eagerness to prove her innocence on her face.

Be calm and composed.

Qi Huan held the note and accidentally met An Ning's gaze, and his whole body froze in place.

The gaze was too cold, like looking at a corpse.

He threw the note away with a snap.

An Ning was very surprised to see this scene, "What? Do you think this information is useless?"

As she spoke, she knelt down and picked up the one that had fallen to the ground, blowing on the dust that was not there on it.

"This paper is double-layered..."

An Ning suddenly spoke.

The entire hall fell into dead silence for an instant, and everyone's eyes moved to An Ning, no, to the paper in An Ning's hand.

"What do you mean?" a female guest answered.

This is a talented actor invited by Ang Lee. His name is Ji Yan. She is a talented actor with tens of millions of fans and has starred in more than ten dramas with female protagonists.

An Ning didn't look at who the speaker was, and just lightly twisted the paper with her fingertips. "The thickness of the paper is wrong. Didn't you notice?"

When she spoke, she raised her eyes and looked at Qi Huan, with obvious surprise in her eyes.

Qi Huan's face turned red instantly, "I...I feel nothing different when I touch it..."

"There's no ink on the back." An Ning's words were understated, and she didn't ask whether Qi Huan didn't notice it or didn't want to talk about it.

In fact, she should be able to guess it, but knowing people knows faces but does not know the heart. If his eyes weren't a little crazy, causing this person to be frightened, the note might not have reached her hands.

"The two pieces of paper are stuck together. It should take water to separate them, right?"

"Yes, let me take you to the toilet where I just washed my hands." An Ning said openly without any worries.

Naturally, the guests had no objection... This was what they had thought before, but they all regretted it after arriving at the toilet.

Is this really a toilet?
Didn't they really break into a dismemberment scene?

It was really a toilet, but it also really looked like a dismemberment scene.

There were dim lights on in the toilet. The first thing a group of people saw after approaching the toilet was not the sink they were looking for, but large drops of dark brown liquid dripping on the ground. It looked like These are the traces left by the murderer when he came here with the tools to clean them.

But An Ning turned a blind eye to this and walked inside with the note on her fingertips.

The other guests stood at the door and hesitated for a moment before deciding to go in with An Ning. However, when they actually walked in, they found that the sink was even more terrifying.

The sink, makeup mirror, and white ceramic tiles were covered with dark liquid, which looked extremely frightening under such dim light. Even An Ning was slightly shocked.

Program team?

Being so perverted?
Or did someone just leave the hall and come to this toilet? Or maybe Jiang Ning left the bathroom a step after her to do these things?

In an instant, countless speculations came to mind. An Ning's eyes swept over everyone indistinctly, but did not find anything unusual. They all seem to be pretty good at pretending.

An Ning twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Who on earth is capable of making such a move in such a short period of time?
Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of something that looked like a switch hidden behind the door. The expression on An Ning's face softened a little. She walked towards it. When she got closer, she realized that it was really a switch. An Ning didn't hesitate at all. She went straight to the point. Pressed the switch button.

The next second An Ning pressed the switch, the dazzling white light suddenly turned on. Everyone who had finally adapted to the dim light closed their eyes almost at the same time, waiting for the person who opened his eyes first to see clearly the scene in front of him. Suddenly a sharp cry was made:
"Ahhhhh...what is this!!!"

The others who opened their eyes a step later than her didn't look much better than her when they saw the current scene. They either exclaimed in low voices or turned pale, all of them were very frightened.

But there is only one exception.

That is the tranquility of standing in front of the makeup mirror and looking at yourself in the mirror.

There was no change on her face, she was too calm.

Yes, because she is too calm, it seems that she is now the one who is out of place.

But An Ning didn't seem to notice the strange looks from others at all, and was still looking in the mirror very calmly. When Ji Yan couldn't stand it anymore and was about to speak, she said, "Look carefully, there seems to be bloody fingerprints on this mirror..." …”

The voice was low and hoarse, and it seemed that An Ning had done it deliberately. However, no one paid attention to this detail at this time. Everyone's attention was attracted by An Ning's words, and they stared carefully at the makeup mirror in front of them. Staring.

An Ning was on the side making suggestions, "I reasonably suspect that this is the handprint of a murderer. Everyone raises their hands to make signs on it? Do you see if the talisman matches your palm?"

It sounds pretty reliable, but I don't know how An Ning plans to get everyone to do it.

Someone said, "This bloody handprint is too blurry. Do you have to redraw it? Do you have any tools?"

"Isn't this easy? Just dip some blood outside and paint directly." An Ning subconsciously spoke.

After realizing that everyone was watching her in silence after she finished speaking, An Ning smiled awkwardly and found a lame excuse for what she just said, "Haha, I was joking, just kidding."

Qi Huan blinked, "Haha, that's really not funny."

Seeing that the atmosphere was too stiff due to him, An Ning took the initiative to ask for help, "Then I'll go look for him."

No one has a problem, no one wants to go out now.

It was obviously just recording a variety show, but now it gave them the illusion of actually being at home with a murderer.

No, the most important thing is that this feeling is very real.

An Ning only left for a while, and soon came back from outside. The thing she brought back was very practical, it was a black watercolor pen, the kind that would leave marks on the mirror when scratched.

She quickly traced the shape of the bloody handprint on the mirror. After drawing, she clicked the cap of the pen and said, "Here, whoever wants to try it first."

It's like everyone comes here casually and doesn't fight or grab anything.

But in fact no one wanted to try.

I had no choice but to wait until the person was at peace, so I had no choice but to get in first. "Then I have to get in first."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and moved her palm closer to the mirror. She was a little surprised when she saw that her palm perfectly matched the outline of the palm depicted on the mirror, "I'm the Chosen Killer?"

(End of this chapter)