dear archimedes

Chapter 62 The Adventures of Candy House (9)
The blood in Yan Su's body rushed straight to his brain, his whole body was cold just now when he was holding her, but now he was hot all over.Like being stung by a caterpillar, it was itchy and hot.

He silently recited restraint countless times, wrapped her in a towel, and rubbed her.Zhen Ai was so ashamed that she trembled all over, she buried her head in his chest, not daring to raise her head.

He lowered his head to wipe her feet, her skin was still cool, like jade picked up from a stream in winter, but his palm was as hot as an asphalt road exposed to the sun at noon in summer.She felt itchy, shrank slightly, and her little feet broke free from his palm like fish.

Yan Su withdrew his hand, wrapped Zhen Ai in a towel, carefully carried her to the quilt covered with a hot water bottle.She slipped out of the towel, huddled under the quilt, and obediently remained still.

He touched her pale cheek again and felt that it was still a little cold, so he changed a dry towel and rubbed her hair.

Zhen Ai closed her eyes comfortably, feeling an extremely comfortable and pleasant itch.She really liked the feeling of being caressed and caressed by him.

He didn't get up to change his clothes until he wiped her hair half dry.

The surrounding area was so hot, when Zhen Ai felt sleepy, the gentle stroking on her head stopped.he's gone?

She struggled to wake up, raised her head and looked up at him with difficulty, and saw that he was taking off his clothes and was wiping the water droplets on his body with a towel.

Standing under the dim light, he has a handsome figure, like a Renaissance statue, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, smooth lines, very sexy.

He turned his back to her, tilted his head, just a simple movement of wiping his hair, but it affected the muscles of his whole body, lean and not obtrusive, as if it contained some kind of power ready to go.

Zhen Ai's heart was burning hot, feeling deeply that this proud work of art belonged to her, she looked away with satisfaction and embarrassment.

He turned slightly sideways inadvertently, and her eyes just passed by his waist, her heart seemed to be pounded suddenly, almost jumped out of her mouth, she quickly retracted and closed her eyes.

Slowly, the face began to feel hot.

After an unknown amount of time, he changed into dry clothes, sat down next to her, and watched quietly; she also calmed down her thief-like mood, seeing that he was only wearing thin clothes, she felt a little distressed: "Come with me, quilt It's warm in there."

Yan Su got into bed and hugged her body.He stared at her cheeks for half a second, and finally heaved a long sigh of relief, very relieved: "Ai, you're finally blushing." She finally recovered her color.

Zhen Ai was so embarrassed that she couldn't bear it.It wasn't just recovery that she was blushing.

"It's still cold in my body, so uncomfortable." She whispered softly.

He held her in his arms, tightened the quilt, only exposing each other's heads, and stroked her back with warm fingers.

She wanted to avoid it, but he stopped her with a low voice: "Don't move." He said, "My hand is very warm." She really didn't move, and looked at him with a red face in embarrassment and ignorance.

His hand was indeed warm, and his thumb gently stroked her cold back, very warm.

The quilt is tightly packed, and the heat is gradually steaming; outside the quilt, two heads are exposed, quietly.His cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were extremely quiet and clear.And she was lying in his arms, extraordinarily warm, and slowly fell asleep.

After recovering her body temperature, Zhen Ai came to her senses and felt embarrassed to hug him like this, so she quickly turned around, but he twisted her back and hugged her tightly: "Don't move around, the heat will go away."

His voice is very low, as if coaxing a child;

Zhen Ai's heart softened for a moment, she obediently nestled into his arms, moved lazily, lowered her head against his chest, and buzzed: "SA..."

"Ok?"

"Why are you," she hesitated, her cheeks burning hot.

"You want to praise me for being gentle?"

Zhen Ai bit the bullet and stammered a "hmm".

The smile on the corners of Yan Su's lips slowly stretched, and he explained seriously: "Because I have a better understanding of women's psychology."

Zhen Ai looked up, surprised.

"Didn't the book say that women like a gentle touch and a warm embrace?"

I see……

"Ai, I know you are very shy. If you hold you like this, you will be nervous. But we are already together, and we may develop to that point in the future. Don't worry, don't be afraid. Given my outstanding learning ability and comprehension ability, when I get there I will definitely perform better when I am here. You will be so convinced that you can’t help but praise me as 'great' and 'great' so..." Low-key and concise summary, "Stay tuned."

Is it really okay to talk about such an erotic topic so scientifically and seriously?
He didn't mean to be shy or joking at all, he was very serious. He did a preliminary experiment, then comforted his soul, then introduced his own functions to sell, and finally came up with the expected goal.

Zhen Ai closed her eyes silently, and let her sleep to death.

She nestled quietly in his arms, fell asleep in a daze, and her body gradually warmed up.After an unknown amount of time, she unconsciously raised her bare arms, wrapped them around his neck, and stroked his hair affectionately.

His hair was wet, not tangled at all, soft, just like him any time he was with her.

She woke up suddenly, and suddenly remembered that not long ago, she had stabbed him.

She felt sad all of a sudden, and approached him: "SA."

"Ok?"

"Actually, you are sad that Chace is dead, aren't you?"

The man beside him froze for a moment, a little cold: "...His death is the most regrettable thing in my life." He hugged her tighter, resting his chin on her shoulder, "I'm sorry, love, I didn't expect him to Suicide. He was so optimistic and confident..."

He was incoherent and began to talk about the subject he was most familiar with: "Did you know? Scientific research shows that people with higher IQs are less likely to choose suicide, so how could he..."

"I know." She interrupted softly, unable to bear to hear his flustered words, "Even I don't understand why he did this, let alone you."

He already understood her intentions, so he could only instinctively hold her tighter.

Zhen Ai recalled that her mother died at her hands, and she didn't do it on purpose, but Burt kept emphasizing the opposite argument, making this matter a wound that could not heal in her heart;
Speaking of Su, although his brother died in his hands, it was not his fault.He was already full of burdens, which were imposed on him by his brother, and she couldn't bear to add to them.

She remembered the night of the university bombing, the two of them sitting in the dark talking, she telling him about his mother, he telling her about Alex, his pain still vivid in her mind.

She smiled: "You and him are good friends? Can you tell me about his going to school in the future? I really want to know what he looks like outside and whether he is living well."

He nodded deeply.

At three o'clock in the morning, Zhen Ai basically recovered her body temperature, but there were a few blisters and scars from frostbite on her hands, feet and legs.

Yan Su worried that the people outside the bathroom would disperse if they stayed any longer, so he helped Zhen Ai get dressed, opened the door and went out.

Some of the people outside dozed off, and some chatted softly.

The kindergarten teacher asked Zhen Ai: "Are you okay?"

Zhen Ai shook her head.

The maid hurriedly handed over the prepared frostbite ointment, and the others also said a few words of greeting.

Yan Su glanced at the murderer he suspected, who was chatting with the people around him, nothing unusual.

Although he was basically sure, he couldn't expose it.There are still doubts in this series of cases, and there are killers sent by the organization at the scene.

According to Yan Su's speculation, the organization originally wanted to clear the field and play a game by the way, but they didn't expect that this group of people had internal grievances and fought among themselves. As a result, the organization just watched the game calmly.

Apart from the scalpel used to kill the doctor and the heavy hammer used to kill the boxer, Yan Su didn't know if the murderer was carrying any other weapons.If he rashly pointed out that the murderer was likely to hold the people present; even if he subdued him, that would be a greater danger.

The rest of the people thought that the murderer was caught and would relax their vigilance; while the killers of the organization saw the murderer was caught, they would continue to kill with their own hands.

The current atmosphere of mutual suspicion is actually the best.

But what worries him more now is another question: "Where is the host?"

Lawyer: "Just now we went to the living room to hug the blanket, and he said he was going back to the room and told us not to wait for him. But..." He looked at his watch, "It's almost an hour."

After he reminded everyone, everyone noticed something strange.

Zhen Ai was surprised: "He disappeared for so long, and none of you went to find him?"

It's so late, the actor didn't take off his makeup, his complexion was not good, and his tone was even worse: "Everyone is here, and he is outside alone, what can happen?"

The model also spoke up. She hugged herself and straightened her thick scarf as if she was afraid of the cold: "That is, if someone goes to him and finds that he has been killed, can the person who goes to find him get away with it?"

Zhen Ai was taken aback, the words were true, but the murderer wouldn't take advantage of everyone's mentality of not wanting to meddle, right?
The writer stood up: "Since Miss Student is fine, let's go back and find the host."

A group of people got up and walked back.

Before leaving, Zhen Ai hugged a candlestick in her arms and murmured softly, "What if there is a power failure on the way."

"You're so smart." He walked in the back and said softly, "I think you want to keep warm."

Hearing "warming", Zhen Ai blushed inexplicably, and gave him a light look.

At this moment, Yan Su saw a thin, shiny silver thing hanging on the floor at the door, and the maid who was walking in the front tripped over it.

That wire is connected to the power supply!

Yan Su's expression changed instantly, and he immediately turned to look at Zhen Ai: "Throw away the candle."

At the same time, the room suddenly fell into darkness, Zhen Ai's candlestick hit the ground with a "smack", the flame flickered and disappeared.

Just as Yan Su breathed a sigh of relief, he was surprised to see that the chest of Zhen Ai's clothes was painted with fluorescent materials.It couldn't be seen just now, but now it glows green in the dark.

In the darkness, there is only this little light, like the central red dot on the target.

Zhen Ai noticed it, and before she could react, Yan Su quickly pulled her behind her.In a panic, Zhen Ai heard something flying towards her with a "whoosh" like riding the wind and waves, but it disappeared without a trace and did not hurt her.

Yan Su wrapped his arms around her wrist and whispered in her ear: "Shh, be quiet. I'm fine."

In the darkness, Zhen Ai leaned against his chest motionless, listening to his deep breathing, she suddenly felt safe, but was surprised in her heart, who tried to kill her over and over again?
The butler and maid reacted quickly and lit the candlesticks, and the surroundings regained light.A crossbow and a few arrows fell on the ground, which were imitation decorations in the castle.

Everyone looked at each other, surprised and bewildered.

Yan Su's face turned cold, he stared at the group of people pretending to be stupid, and just about to say something, Zhen Ai grabbed his hand.He lowered his head, she looked at him deeply and shook her head.

His heart softened suddenly, and it still hurt a little.

Only then did he know that she actually went with him.

Find out the murderer now, and the people in the organization will kill the murderer and start killing the rest;

Zhen Ai thinks the timing is wrong now; but he can't bear it, and if he doesn't find out, Zhen Ai will continue to be in danger.

Knowing who it is but not being able to take action is so depressing!

What's even more ironic is that Zhen Ai probably doesn't know who the murderer is at all, but instinctively thinks about the overall situation and the safety of other people; and the murderer, based on guesswork, thought that Zhen Ai had seen his true face, and in order to seek To protect myself, I will kill again and again.

Yan Su hugged Zhen Ai into his arms distressedly, and pressed his chin against her forehead: "Okay, listen to you."

Everyone took the candlesticks and walked back without saying much.

Yan Su pulled Zhen Ai to walk at the end, and he held her wrist, making her half a body behind him, as if he was always ready, if something happened ahead, he would immediately stand in front of her.

Zhen Ai couldn't resist him, so she could only follow him.

For some reason, from just now until now, he has been unusually quiet.Unlike the previous times when someone died, he would hold back his anger, nor did he calmly consider and judge when listening to everyone chatting.

At this moment, he was as quiet as a pool of deep water, with no waves.Only the strength in the palm was astonishingly strong, as if it wanted to cut off her wrist.

This kind of silence makes Zhen Ai feel strange, she doesn't know what's wrong with him.

He stopped talking all the way, and didn't have any communication with her.

Walking to the main castle hall, the horrifying scene reappeared.

On the huge chandelier in the hall, there was a person hanging, his stiff body swaying back and forth with the shadow of the lamp.Everyone was shocked, but when they took a closer look, it was the wax figure of the host.

According to the previous rules, the host may have encountered an accident.

The lifelike wax figure hanging in the center of the hall is really impressive.The lawyer and the writer took it down together, and called everyone to find the host together.

Now, there is a haze in everyone's heart, like the storm outside the castle at the moment.

Yan Su didn't say a word, and when he passed by, he deliberately turned his head and took a serious look at the lawyer's wax figure.One eye was missing from the white face, and the head was somewhat deformed—someone had pierced the wax figure's eye with something hard and long and thin, and pulled it out again.

Because the murder weapon was missing, everyone didn't notice that there was something wrong with the lawyer's wax figure.

What does this imply?
Yan Su lowered his eyes, he couldn't protect himself now, and he still had the concern of Zhen Ai.He has no time to care about other people.

Just approaching the bedroom, the strong smell of blood hits the face, permeating the cold and narrow corridor, making people frightened.

Everyone thought the host had been hanged, but he was sitting on the floor with his back against the decorative desk in the corridor, a rope was wrapped around his neck, and the other end of the rope was locked in the drawer of the desk.

Because of this, he was immobilized, his legs were straightened, his hands were hanging down, his body was covered in blood, and he was motionless, like a rag doll.

Really similar.

He tilted his head, opened his eyes in fear, and the eyeballs were seeping blood, as if they were about to burst out of the eye sockets.The smashed skull was crooked and full of blood holes.

The death was quite tragic.

The maid covered her mouth, almost wanting to vomit.

Zhen Ai frowned: "Just now you went to hug the blanket in the living room together, has anyone been to the bedroom?"

Several people said that the host had to go back to his room to get things.None of them came.

"After taking the blanket, who will be the last to go to the fort where I am unconscious?"

Everyone looked at the actor in unison.

The actor folded his hands and snorted coldly: "I have the strength to beat him like this? If I killed someone, I would let him die naked on my bed."

Everyone: "..."

Yan Su glanced at the scene without distraction, and several doubts immediately appeared in front of his eyes:
1. It was different from the past, the scene was very messy, the carpet was full of traces of fighting, the host struggled and resisted violently when he was killed; but before the murderer subdued the other dead like a god, no one resisted, why did he come The moderator has no effect here?What does this have to do with the story the host told?
2. When the murderer killed the host, he used a rope first, and then smashed the dead man's head on the corner of the table, bloodstained, and his tactics changed back and forth.Improvised?Inadequate preparation?
3. What's up with the empty eyes of the lawyer's wax figure?The murderer originally planned to kill the lawyer first, but he changed people halfway?Why?Is it the same murderer?
But he didn't want to say anything at the moment.

Zhen Ai found it strange that Yan Su hadn't spoken the whole time, not knowing whether her delusion was the light, his face seemed to turn pale.

How could her SA show a weak expression?
In the next second, he raised his head calmly, with a firm expression, but what he said surprised everyone:

"Let's part ways here. There are still three hours of dawn, and it looks like the storm will stop. Someone notified the police before going to the island, so the police will come around 4:[-] tomorrow morning. For the remaining [-] hours, I suggest You stay together at every step. If you want to shut yourself in the house, please make sure you don't open the door to anyone, the murderer will surprise all of you."

He grabbed Zhen Ai's wrist: "Let's go back to the room."

The strength of this grip surprised Zhen Ai.She instantly felt his haste and panic, as if trying to escape from something.He still looked calm on the outside, but an inexplicable sadness spread from his palm.

Zhen Ai's heart panicked and she was at a loss.

The others looked at each other.

The writer caught up: "Mr. Logician, are you not with us?"

Yan Su's rapid footsteps stopped, and Zhen Ai almost bumped into him.

He turned his back to everyone, and said in a flat voice, "I want to protect everyone present, but obviously, that's impossible." Clearly calm, it sounds so sad, it makes people feel sad, "It's better not to be able to protect any one of them." Protect the most important."

He took a step forward and stopped again: "I'm sorry, everyone. But if you follow my advice just now, your life will not be in danger for the time being. There are still 4 hours... Please persevere, don't trust the murderer around you, Don't panic and take the initiative to harm people."

After finishing speaking, she dragged Zhen Ai away.

(End of this chapter)