Absurd Deduction Game

Chapter 225 Funeral (3)-Ledger

Three incense sticks burned slowly, and the red-orange sparks at the top flickered and disappeared. Yu Xing watched and lay down, waiting quietly in the increasingly weird atmosphere.

Of course he didn't have to wait for "one stick of incense". After a while, three incense sticks of the same type showed completely different burning speeds, and their lengths were also distinguished.

 “Long, long, short…”

In the incense burner in front of me, the two incense sticks on the left and the middle are equal in length, while the one on the right burns faster and is already much shorter than the other two.

This trend is basically stable. Yu Xing murmured twice, searching for the meaning of this form of incense in the incense spectrum in his mind. After a while, he chuckled: "It's a life-enhancing fragrance..."

This is a very fierce incense, a life-calling incense, which means that the black and white impermanence comes to remind people of death. Within a month, the lives of people in the family of the person who burns the incense will be in danger.

"I thought it would be the fragrance of mourning clothes. After all, everyone here is wearing white mourning clothes... but it turned out to be such a vicious and life-threatening fragrance." Yu Xing sighed softly, with an unpredictable smile in his tone. , "I just don't know, does this incense burner refer to me specifically, or does it refer to the shop owner who once used this incense burner?"

As soon as his soft final notes fell, a gust of cold wind blew up in the closed shop. Yu Xing's gown fluttered in the sudden wind. He sat up straight and reached out to block the bangs that kept hitting his face.

The strange feeling reached its peak at this moment. Yu Xingxu squinted his eyes and caught a glimpse of something moving.

He turned his head and looked at the portrait, which was the largest in size.

This is an old man. Time has left deep marks on his face. The ravines have become more obvious in the black and white. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes have piled up like fish tails. His chapped lips have moved...

 The smiling expression instantly changes into an exaggerated laugh.

 The old man's dull eyes suddenly erupted with a sinister light, his eyebrows were exaggeratedly raised, and his eyes were downward, as if he had come to life.

Yu Xing tapped the table with his fingertips twice. Before he could say hello, the photo next to the old man's portrait frame also had the same change.

Like a spider web, all the portraits in the store laughed silently. Their eyes turned and looked at where Yu Xing was sitting, revealing undisguised malice.

Facing the gazes of countless pale dead faces, Yu Xing shrank back, looking a little scared.

After two seconds, he couldn't hold it back and joked: "Ha, does the incense refer to myself?"

  […Is he really afraid or is he pretending to be afraid? ]

　　[Please tell me that this scene makes my hair stand on end]

  [Why do I feel that Xing’s personality is a bit twisted? Is he more alienated?]

[Ever since he suddenly started lighting incense seriously just now, I suddenly became a little afraid of him, always feeling like the kind of person who is possessed by a ghost]

[Why? Because he is so skilled at lighting incense? ]

 [Intuition, I looked at him and suddenly felt that he fit in well with the environment and seemed to have lost his modern temperament]

  [Hey, I’m not scared by ghosts, but by “anchors”, I’m used to it]

[Newcomer, Lengjiu and Zhao Ruru have met up. They both seem to care about this good fortune. I'll come over and take a look]

　　[Come and see Plus One, I saw such a high-energy scene when I first came here]

[Don’t mention the above, the scorpion tail braid on the back of this guy’s head really has a sense of age]

"Ahem..." Yu Xing still didn't say hello in the end, because as soon as he opened his mouth, he found that the unique stale smell of a funeral shop swept over him.

 The dust from the bed flew straight into his eyes, forcing him to close his eyes. He had no choice but to give in briefly. After closing his eyes, he put his vigilance to the highest level.

Those malicious looks disappeared.

Just as Yu Xing closed his eyes, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in his ears, not one, but many, walking around where he was sitting. It seemed that many people were milling around him.

 But this closed shop means that no one can enter, so it is self-evident what is coming.

Yu Xing's nerves were agitated, and he planned to squint to see what was going on.

etc…

 Can’t open your eyes?

His heart trembled, and he felt a pair of cold hands reach out from behind and cover his eyes.

An irresistible pressure covered Yu Xing's eyelids, making him completely unable to complete the action of opening his eyes. He could only passively listen to the sudden sounds.

His body tensed for a moment, Yu Xing thought for a while and stood up directly.

The hands in front of his eyes seemed to be just two palms. He stood up straight and did not feel any extra weight on his back, nor was his movement restricted.

So he walked out of the counter based on the memory he just had, and raised his hand to touch in the direction where the footsteps came from.

If a physical ghost comes, he should be able to touch it, right?

 No...nothing, so is it really a pure spirit ghost?

He had no idea what a terrible act he had done. After coming to a vague conclusion, the footsteps were filled with the sounds of people, both far and near.

"Have you heard? Boss Liu..."

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, yes, I didn’t expect that Boss Liu looks like a human being on the surface, but he doesn’t care about human affairs!”

 “Don’t let him hear it, I think this person is very evil...”

“Hey, Lao Jia, I’ll lend you two bundles of paper ingots on credit. My store is out of stock. I’ll pay the bill tomorrow!”

 “Okay, get it yourself.”

“Hey, Lao Jia, what did you say about Boss Liu...”

The voices of these people were mixed together, making it difficult to tell who was who. Yu Xing stopped to listen and tried hard to distinguish for a while. He found that these people were all talking about Boss Liu, but they refused to directly say that Boss Liu did it. What, everyone is a Riddler.

　　　…”

 He was silent for a while, and finally found a good opportunity to interrupt the topic: "Boss Liu is here!"

 The surrounding voices fell silent, and someone seemed to be saying in a hurry: "It's over! Will Boss Liu hear it!?"

However, of course Boss Liu did not come. A few seconds later, the noise around him resumed as if they had not heard Yu Xing’s words.

 It seems that nothing I do will affect them... Yu Xing thought to himself, suddenly turning his face, he was keenly aware that the "person" who said he wanted to pay on credit was next to him.

Without any hesitation, he touched his side again.

　　[Ah ah ah, please stop touching it! Damn it, this is the picture of Semir falling apart! ]

　　[It’s so scary. I’m glad you’re sober. Stop touching it! ]

 [Let me go, he is really brave, most people should just sit back and listen quietly at this time]

  [I'm dead, I'm really watching a horror movie]

How can he be so calm? This is not a puzzle, it is a ghost, a ghost! ]

  [So exciting, does he want to touch it or not? ? ]

 Yu Xing has no vision now, but what the audience in the live broadcast room sees is not a black screen, but a third-person perspective.

He will never know how many people his touching actions have left an indelible impression on.

From the perspective of the audience, this small funeral shop is crowded with "people".

 Some were shopping, some were chatting secretly, and some were walking to the counter and signing in the book.

These "people" kept talking about Boss Liu and Boss Liu, as if they could never stop. Their bodies were transparent, and their faces were all pale, like origami dummies, and their faces were far from what they said. The words that came out of his mouth were so normal, but they were ferocious and painful, and his brows and eyes were knitted together.

Yu Xing had a pair of ownerless hands on his face at some point. The fingers were slender and equally white, but the wrists were connected to the air, hidden in the dim light.

This ignorant and fearless person just held the ghost hand on his face, raised his arm, and touched here and there. His hand passed through the ghosts around him, as if he was stuck in a quagmire. Every time he touched it, something was left behind. One hand is blood red.

The ghosts stared at the wandering humans with vicious faces, but none of the ghosts made a move against him, and their tone did not change. They mentioned Boss Liu's name as if they were chatting.

The effect of the whole scene is as if a little white rabbit blindfolded himself into a wolf den, mistook the wolf for a husky, and thought that the wolves hadn't noticed him, but little did he know that all the wolves were just pretending, but in fact all of them were using their addictions. People's eyes were fixed on him. Just when the barrage was flooding the screen, Yu Xing walked around and ran into a ghost standing next to a low shelf. The ghost said, "It's not a human! I will never buy goods from Liu Bingxian's house again!" The body quietly floated away from Yu Xing.

It had an expression that was close to resentment on its face. It stared at Yu Xing's smooth neck, then raised its hand and touched its own. A reddish-brown scar circled ferociously, telling it that it had been strangled. fact.

　　[Don’t leave now, brother, can’t I call you brother? I’m most afraid of deductions with many ghosts]

  [They cannot kill people? ]

Finally, Yu Xing felt that the movement in his ears quietly weakened, the sounds of footsteps and conversations disappeared, and the pressure on his eyelids also faded away.

When everything calmed down, he tilted his head and raised his eyelids.

The store was still the same store, quiet.

 The portraits hanging on the wall returned to normal, showing their dignity and the illusion of sadness in dying.

 The incense on the counter burned to the bottom and was extinguished.

 He noticed something slipping across his hand. When he looked down, he saw that all ten of his fingers were covered in flowing blood.

　　　…”

The blood was cold and dirty. Yu Xing looked around and wiped his hand on the gold ingot string until it was clean. Then he whispered, "Sure enough, I still touched it."

Live broadcast room audience: “…”

He was extremely calm and turned to look at the counter. Sure enough, after the period of blindness just now, there was a black-covered book on the counter.

I walked closer and picked it up. There was no name on the notebook, but the words "accounting book" were crookedly written on it with a brush.

Yu Xing opened the book. The first few pages were full of normal records, including the cost of purchasing goods, how much was sold, how much money was earned, and the shopping expenses of the store owner.

Turning to the back, large areas of blank space began to appear in the notebook. Until the last few pages, the black ink gradually turned to blood color, and the recorded content began to become strange.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ively, Liu Bingxian loaned out a portrait frame for twenty yuan on credit. Unpaid (crossed out), paid in full. 】

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　王 Rong lent a bundle of No. 2 incense candles on credit for three yuan. Unpaid (crossed out), paid in full. 】

　　【On XX, XX, Liu Xue gave me a paper knife on credit for two yuan and three cents. Unpaid (crossed out), paid in full. 】

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Sun Chong has credited two bundles of paper ingots for one yuan. Not yet returned]

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ively, Liu Bingxian loaned out a portrait frame for twenty yuan on credit. Not yet returned]

 …

Going to the back, the ink has completely turned into blood color, as if the writer is not writing with ink, but with blood as the material.

The entire ledger exudes an evil aura, and the blood-red names are like those drawn by a judge, sentenced to death, and about to end their lives and fall to the underworld.

Thinking about it carefully, it may have something to do with it. After all, in the legend, the incense that reminds people of death is the precursor of black and white impermanence coming to seduce the soul and remind people to die.

The date on it is the same as the paper on the door that Yu Xing picked up. The handwriting is blurred and cannot be read. It can only be seen that starting from a certain day, everyone's credit accounts have not been repaid.

There were a few pieces of paper left at the back, and Yu Xing turned them over in the spirit of reading them.

 【On X day, XX year, I was fortunate enough to receive three No. 2 incense sticks on credit for 30 cents, which has not yet been repaid】

　　　…?”

 The title of his own persona is also the first name in his name written in blood ink, just like Liu Bingxian, Sun Zhong and others.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry: "I used your three incense sticks just to complete the reminder you left. Do you want to give me credit for this?"

The account book did not respond to him, but the sonorous handwriting seemed to emphasize a fact.

 Obviously, based on what Yu Xing saw after entering the ghost alley, no one who had not paid back their credit should have escaped death.

Incorporeal ghosts pay more attention to rules when they want to kill people. Similarly, living people must avoid falling into their traps and be cautious everywhere. This is why many deducers would rather encounter powerful physical evil spirits than encounter them. The reason for the ethereal spirit.

Now, all credit card holders are dead, so if Yu Xing’s name follows closely, does it mean that he will also die if he takes credit from Boss Jia?

In this kind of deduction, no detail can be ignored.

Yu Xing looked at the dazzling **** name, snorted, and coaxed to the notebook: "Don't make trouble, just pretend I haven't been here. Think about it, if I didn't light these three incense sticks, what would you want to convey?" Can I not see it? If I can’t see it, you will have to wait for a long time, right? "

"It's a one-size-fits-all matter. I was entrusted by you to use your things instead of buying them. Since it's not a purchase, how can it be said to be a credit?"

  [What is he doing? Reasoning with ghosts? ]

 [hhhWhy are you so cute and cute]

　　[Writing names in blood is a big taboo. He can’t laugh as easily as you guys. If he doesn’t handle it well, he may really fall into a dead end]

 After the barrage said a few words, a "stab" was heard.

Yu Xing tore off the page with his name on it and put it in the red cloth bag hanging on his waist as if nothing had happened: "I won't let you be embarrassed. Look, I'm not in the account book now. Right? As long as I don’t remember it, it means I don’t have credit.”

 He closed the account book and turned back to the previous page. Sure enough, he didn't see any new words written in blood.

  In other words, his credit record in the accounting book was erased.

  [Holy shit, is that really okay? ]

[Awesome, this brain circuit, as long as I tear up the paper, I won’t get credit? ]

 Many viewers saw a faint smile on Yu Xing's lips.

 Because, on the panel that only Yu Xing could see, six pieces of information were displayed.

 【You have obtained the key item "Xing's Credit Record", which can be put into the ghost bag】

  【You have obtained the key item, the ghost bag has been activated】

 【Obama Bag can collect key items in this game, there is no space limit】

　　【Your title of stunning conspirator has come into play, and the success rate of fraud has increased. 】

 【You are trying to defraud Shopkeeper Jia】

 【Behavioral Judgment—Fraud Success】

 (End of this chapter)