Fanservice Paradox

Click. The conversation between the two of them was interrupted. When Shang Siri saw it, Fang Juexia accidentally got the book out of the safe just now.

Fang Jue Xia Fei squatted down quickly, his hands groping on the ground, his vision was dark, and suddenly he felt something, but it was not a book, but the texture of a cold leather glove.

The deprived vision is exchanged for the depth brought by touch.

"This book is quite thick." Pei Tingsong picked up the book quietly before taking a step, glanced at the book cover, "North ..." said he used the warm hand without gloves He took Fang Juexia and pulled him up, vomiting in his mouth, "Get up, and your legs will be soft for a while."

Fang Juexia looked calm, but what Pei listened to before echoed again and again.

Pei Tingsong put the book on the table and continued to chat with Shang Siri.

Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing and Zhai Ying read the clues on the wall and are still discussing.

Out of rigorous thinking habits, Zhou Ziheng always felt that this clue map may not necessarily be used as complete evidence. Xia Xiqing also felt that his resistance to this picture was a little too high, "You are very strange, if you usually take a good card, you will not play like this."

"Of course, my opinions are also for reference only," Zhou Ziheng made no concessions. "But it can't always be judged by the player's gaming habits. This is off-site information."

"So," Zhai Ying said in the argument between the two, "In your opinion, my character is a detective who broke in suddenly, if according to the conventional plot line, it is a clue provider, but like Zhou Ziheng said If these clues are not established, the role of detective can instead create a plot flip. "

During the talk, she unbuttoned her coat, inserted one hand into the pocket of the breeches, and continued, "So push it, can the most vulnerable female high school student also create this kind of drama reversal? There is also a psychologist, this The most positive-looking character. Of course, if the lead singer of the band is involved in the murder, it may also create a sensational plot. "

Her logic is clear and her speech is very organized. After listening, Fang Juexia came out and added, "I agree with Zhai Ying's words. In fact, in addition to these, the two roles of teacher Yan and college student are easily forgotten because they are not clear enough, and this obscure is often also linked to reversal. So I Think, everyone's suspicion is roughly the same. "

Xia Xiqing nodded, "There is a reason and can't refute. But I would like to ask, if the program crew really needs to make a reversal, why would it be possible to connect the vulnerable female high school students and almost everyone else to the line, which is not very annoying Do you doubt it? "

Zhou Ziheng smiled and used Xia Xiqing's logic to fight back, "Maybe the program team knows that you are here to play, and it is not dazzling and not worthy of your style of play."

Several others laughed.

Pei Tingsong was half lying on the table, and bored and turned over the book on the table, "I want to see your room"

Shang Siri nodded, "Go, chant." He said, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Pei Tingsong glanced at Fang Juexia. He happened to be looking at himself, but he was not sure whether Fang Juexia could see or not.

"It's up to you." Pei Tingsong said.

Fang Juexia put her face away.

Oh, it turns out to be visible.

"I won't go anymore." Shang Siri hugged Fang Juexia's shoulders. "I see enough. I stayed there with a shadow. If you go around, I'll stay here. Maybe this room There will be more clues. Really?

"Well." Fang Juexia did not look at Pei Tingsong.

"Okay." Pei Tingsong's hand turned over the book and stopped, throwing it upside down on the table. "Is there anyone going with me?"

Zhou Ziheng turned around, "I want to see the consultation room." He said that he touched Xia Xiqing's back neck, and Xia Xiqing turned his face, "Go, I'm here."

Pei Tingsong tilted his head to Zhou Ziheng, and the two left together.

The remaining Xia Xiqing carefully finished a round of the relationship diagram, and then turned over any parts of the plot that may still exist in the room, including the mattress in the detective room.

Fang Juexia couldn't see clearly, and he lost his advantage in investigation.

But his hearing is very keen. In the noisy discussion and huge rummaging sound, he heard a very subtle sound, which is the sound of music, but very light and very light, almost the smallest volume, completely submerged in the messy room Sound. If it were not because he was completely invisible and could only rely on hearing, he would also miss it.

Like auditory hallucinations, he could hardly be sure of the authenticity of the music, but darkness gave him the inertia of groping, following the guidance of hearing, he followed the sound a little bit.

Table edges, cold walls, wooden shelves, single sofa, soft sofa cushions. The changing touch senses his footsteps.

Sitting on the sofa, Fang Juexia took a deep breath.

The sound of music is getting closer and closer and closer to reality. He reached into the gap between the sofa cushions behind him.

Suddenly.

"What's wrong with you, Xia Xia?"

Fang Juexia heard Xia Xiqing's voice and drew out her hand quietly. She smiled and shook her head. "My waist hasn't been very good lately. I have a bit of dancing practice ... I don't stand for long, I want to sit."

He struggled for a long time in the heart, and finally gave a tentative invitation, "Are you ... should you also come and sit?"

After waiting a few seconds, he heard the answer, "Forget it, I was so uncomfortable here, I went out."

Xia Xiqing left the dark house, holding the hidden door, and suddenly noticed the wall and the painting on it. This seems to be a collection of masterpieces of abstract art. One of them caught his attention, it was "Death of Mara".

He stared at this world-famous painting, but found that something was not right, so he reached out and took it off.

Shang Siri and Zhai Ying are still looking for clues. Zhai Ying seems to be a person with few words. If he does not take Shang Siri's words well, it may be an evasion between heterosexual idols. The two do not communicate much. Sitting in the dark, Fang Juexia thought for a moment, and took out the hand that reached under the sofa cushion, clutching it tightly. The whole person leaned back on the sofa and put his hand on his forehead.

There is a button on this little recording pen. Fang Juexia presses down, and the subtle music stops suddenly. After three seconds of silence, a shattered voice with a sizzling current came and became clear.

It's a girl's voice.

"I made this call, hoping that we can join hands, and you don't want to do this, do you ..."

"Only get rid of him, only get rid of him ..."

Zhou Ziheng first took Pei Tingsong to look at Shang Siri's room. It was indeed very simple. He sat on the sofa, picked up the guitar and played it. "The sound is not bad."

"I don't know much about music," Zhou Ziheng asked. "What kind of guitar is this?"

"Hollow guitar." Pei Tingsong put the piano back. While chatting to music with Zhou Ziheng, he came to the psychologist's room. Zhou Ziheng's attention was attracted by their big table. "This should be your main clue."

Pei Tingsong just walked out of the connected waiting room and stood in front of the large bookcase, watching the various collections on it, um, and added, "It's difficult, we were all wearing hoods at the time. I ca n’t see it, and I tied my hands and feet. "

"We also wore hoods, and the squares were particularly funny," Zhou Ziheng sat on the chair where Pei Tingsong initialized, and chatted with the audience while checking whether there was any mechanism on his chair. "The audience watched It must have been very funny at the time, all square heads. "

He heard the sound of the piano and raised his head to see Pei Tingsong holding a small ukulele, sweeping the strings, and a tune popped out.

Zhou Ziheng raised an eyebrow and expressed his appreciation, "The theme song of our movie."

"The program group is very heart-warming, they are all good pianos." Pei Tingsong turned around and returned to his original position.

At this moment, they heard the announcement of the program team.

"Please note that players, half an hour before the first public vote execution, please brainstorm and discuss the suspect killer in your mind in the next time."

Is it so fast? Fang Juexia counted the time, and it really passed a long time, but the program group has not disclosed the knight's camp. It seems that he wants to execute a player first and then open it.

Six people came out of the room and gathered in the meeting room to sit down.

"How to discuss?" Pei Tingsong bent over and turned over some clues on the coffee table. "Now I don't seem to have too much clue, so I can't cast one out."

Unexpectedly, his sentence immediately attracted Xia Xiqing's attack, "Xiao Pei, don't you plan to tell everyone, are you going to be a knight with me in the consultation room?"

Fang Juexia actually wanted to tell everyone about it early in the morning and let them lock the knight on these two people. However, he still couldn't find a suitable time, and he had no position. If he didn't pay attention, he might catch fire.

I didn't expect Xia Xiqing to say it first.

Pei Tingsong never changed, "Yeah, I almost forgot." He said briefly to everyone, of course, starting from his standpoint and logic, "Xi Qing Ge La Jue Xia Ge team, blew himself up as a knight Identity, it happened to kick me this iron plate, so I jumped out on the spot to expose him, saying that I am the real knight. "

Xia Xiqing laughed, "To tell you the truth, I can't be directly sure that you must be a killer wearing knight clothes. If you honestly admit that you are not a knight, I can still believe that you are blocking the gun for the true knight. You choose."

Pei Tingsong raised his eyebrows without fearing what he said. "Are you suggesting something to me? I'm sorry, I don't understand. The true knight will never backwater."

As soon as it came out, it was such a big show, and Shang Siri was dazzled. "Is the program group wrong? This is not a double-sided knight, it is a true and false knight."

Zhou Ziheng observed the status of the two men. "Why? Everyone is going to go to the knights in this round? But there is no public knight's camp yet."

Zhai Ying put his arms around his chest and watched this good show: "Since the two of them dare to openly challenge, the camp is very obvious. They should say that they are white knights."

Fang Juexia knew that he could not but speak, but he could not speak casually. The contradiction in this round was originally between Xia Xiqing and Pei Tingsong. If he accidentally got involved, things would only become more complicated.

The best way now is to pretend to be a downright ordinary player.

He tried to think differently. If he is an ordinary player now, what is the highest priority.

Still looking for killer, yes.

"I don't think this round is the Cavaliers' round. Our chance to vote is very valuable. It is the only possibility that we can lead the killer. Because the killer has the human rights to kill. Don't forget this."

Xia Xiqing looked at him with a smile on his lips, "Yes. But in my opinion, it is definitely not a good card for me and the Cavaliers."

It's you brother who really jumps. Fang Juexia whispered in her heart.

Pei Tingsong fought back, "It's the same in my opinion. If it wasn't for you to take the lead and blew up first, I may still be hiding and daring not to expose, but I can't watch the killer just put on the white knight's clothes . So I have to stand up. "

Fang Juexia blinked.

I would really say, if I were not a true knight, I would really believe you.

The situation fell into chaos and stalemate, and everyone was silent for a while.

Zhou Ziheng thought over and over again that things were not so simple, "I guess the show crew will not expose the Cavaliers 'camp at this time. Seriously, I agree with Jue Xia's statement that this round is not a Cavaliers' round. killer. But, "he said sharply," I don't quite believe that both of you are true or false, maybe both are fake, and the real knight is still hidden underneath. "

Fang Juexia secretly shook hands and heard Shang Siri's opening analysis, "Xi Qing just said that he is a white knight, and then told Xiao Pei, if you fake the gun for me, you will quickly retreat, I believe you are Good guy, if you do n’t retreat, you are a killer. This logic is really fine at first glance, it is quite like the logic of the White Knight. "

"But do you remember what Xiao Pei said just now? Xi Qing exploded in order to attract Jue Xia, which is a bit strange. The White Knight exploded in the beginning, wouldn't he soon bring in the scourge of death? For the sake of good people To win, you should not use your knight card in exchange for the league. "

Shang Sirui's logic is quite clear. This is where Fang Juexia has always felt that Xia Xiqing is not right, but he said it was inappropriate, and Shang Sirui said it was very appropriate.

Zhai Ying continued to add, "There is another point, Xi Qingge has been blasting his identity for so long, and the killer hasn't killed him. Isn't it strange? But it's also very strange. If Xi Qingge is a dark camp, when he I should have taken action by defrauding Pei Tingsong's identity? No, I haven't had any problems until now. "

After listening to her, Fang Juexia thought about it and continued, "There may be a killer in these two people, but we judge whether a player is a killer, I am afraid it cannot be judged from their performance in the game, don't forget Well, the killer that escaped life is linked to the plot. "After he finished, he paused and continued according to the ideas of ordinary players." Of course, the purpose of our vote is to kill the killer as much as possible, so even if I I can't fully see the situation now, and I may also choose to vote for one, to ensure that the votes of good people are not wasted. "

His words seemed to be recognized by players on the field, and everyone nodded.

At this point in time, the biggest beneficiary of abstention is the killer, and their execution rate is greatly reduced. So even if you kill a good person by mistake, you must try to kill the killer.

Soon, voting tips came from the room.

"You players have 30 seconds to vote, please fill out the killer name in your mind. The countdown starts."

Everyone got away, and took out the mobile phone sent to them by the program team to vote. Fang Juexia walked to the display wall with the hidden door and bowed his face to the wall to take out his mobile phone. He had a certain hunch in his heart, especially after coming out of the black house.

"Fives--"

"four--"

"three--"

Fang Juexia made a name.

"two--"

"One."

send.

Unlocking the screen, Fang Juexia's heart was beating quickly. He stuffed his phone into his pocket and anxiously awaited the verdict of the program crew. Fang Cai Xia Xiqing and Pei Tingsong still had a decisive confrontation. He did not know whether his decision was critical and correct.

"Players, please note that the result of this referendum is ..."

While the announcement of the program group sounded again, Fang Juexia's heart was also raised.

"Draw. We will not execute any players and the game will continue. After the next round of referendum is half an hour, please hurry up to find the dark camp hidden among you, set aside the cloud, and escape from birth."

He was relieved.

Lifting his head, he analyzed the tendency of everyone to vote. Thinking about it, Fang Juexia accidentally found that there was a picture missing on the wall, and the missing wall was empty, which was really unfriendly to his patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He looked around and saw that the painting was placed next to a cabinet near the gate, where a tea set was placed. Fang Juexia walked over to pick up the painting and looked at it. There was a person who died in the bathtub, holding a letter in his hand and a pen.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder forced him to hang the painting in that blank space and set it squarely. Fang Juexia looked at his achievements with satisfaction, but found that the painting in the frame deviated a little, showing a little white border.

It's so uncomfortable. How he feels so uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Xia Xiqing appeared from behind his back and put his hand on his shoulder. "Are you interested in this painting?"

Fang Juexia looked back and smiled at him, just wanting to say that he just wanted to hang the painting, but when he saw Xia Xiqing, he suddenly thought of something.

The hand holding the frame began to sweat, and Fang Juexia adjusted his breath. "Well, although I don't understand it very much, I feel that this picture should have a story."

Xia Xiqing nodded, "You guessed it right, it's quite art sensitive. This painting is a stabbed leader during the French Revolution, Marathi." He shrugged and said, "But this imitation not too good."

"Really?" Fang Juexia smiled, "I can't see it either."

Mara ...

leader.

He stared at the painting on the wall and always felt something was wrong.

Zhou Ziheng came over, "What are you discussing?"

"Art." Xia Xiqing smiled at him.

Seeing the two people approaching, Fang Juexia automatically avoided it and moved a little out, trying not to disturb them. One side found Zhai Ying standing beside him.

"Brother Juxia, I heard you studied mathematics."

Fang Juexia nodded, "What's wrong."

"I found this in the psychologist's room, like a draft paper." Zhai Ying handed him the paper in his hand. "Does these formulas make any sense?"

Fang Juexia took a closer look and said, "These formulas are the calculus of a problem. To say that the meaning may not have other meanings, ordinary double integrals." There are some sets written on the side of the formula.

"Is the answer to this question correct?" Zhai Ying asked.

Fang Juexia's attention was drawn back, "I count." So he took the paper and the pen Zhai Ying handed him, and lay down on the cabinet where he had just found the painting.

"Yes, I'll be here in a moment." Zhai Ying left directly, leaving only Fang Juexia alone. He was enthralled and soon came to the result, which was the same as the result on the original draft paper. Fang Juexia turned around to find Zhai Ying, but almost hit another person close to him.

"Are you stumbled outside?"

Holding his arm, Fang Jue Xia grasped the calculation paper in his hand and raised his head to see Pei Tingsong's face.

His speech was always full of multiple hints, one sentence after another, playing riddles that only the two of them knew.

Pet, one in six, little master ...

Too good to play word games.

"Don't do it when dancing." Fang Juexia's tone was calm, he broke his hands and stood still, folded the calculation paper and the draft paper just now and stuffed it into his pants pocket. But Pei Tingsong didn't seem to give up. "I just didn't knock inside," put his hands on his shoulders, turned him over and over, and almost touched him. "I check and check."

Fang Juexia felt that it was not good under the camera and was too intimate. He tried to push away Pei Tingsong. The two people turned into two cats entangled together, but he still couldn't twist Pei Tingsong in the end He simply gave up struggling and was forced to undergo "examination".

"It looks quite energetic. I heard from my brother that you have a backache." Pei Tingsong patted Fang Juexia's chest. "It's quite spiritual, I'm relieved."

This action made Fang Jue Xia Dun live.

The initiator left the place and walked towards Shang Siri. The two joined together to make a fuss. Fang Juexia stood still, motionless, looking at Pei Tingsong's back.

Adjusting his breath, he turned to face the half-height cabinet and stood silently for a long time.

Feeling that the camera in front of the cabinet twisted and turned to his side, Fang Juexia recovered and focused his attention on the cabinet. There is a set of exquisite tea set, a beautiful European-style white glaze teapot, and a few tea cups, arranged in a straight line along the cabinet.

But this straight line ... is not straight enough.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder made him reach out and adjust the position of the teacup until they were on a horizontal line.

"Fine." Fang Juexia whispered to herself.

Unexpectedly, at the next moment, he heard a click, and the drawer that had been locked before was automatically unlocked and opened.

Is there still such an opening method?

Fang Juexia was a little surprised, and she went closer to see what happened to the agency, only to find an X written on the teapot with a silver pen.

It turned out that Fang Juexia put the teapot and opened the drawer.

Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing, who were not far away, also found it. Looking sideways, they saw Fang Juexia taking out a white plaid handkerchief from inside.

"This is a new clue?" Zhou Ziheng asked.

Fang Juexia nodded. "It should be related to the answer to the display on the gate. They are all lattices." He looked down at the handkerchief in his hand, embroidered with several lines of numbers.

15.41.23.14.33

14.24.12

34.23.14.32.15

51.24.43.22.55.54

"Is this a password ..."

Zhou Ziheng walked over, touched the inside of the handkerchief, and felt something, so he picked up the teapot and dangled it with water, so he poured it up and spread out the handkerchief.

The white checkered handkerchief became translucent when wet, revealing a piece of water-repellent plastic paper hidden inside, and the handwriting printed on it became clear.

___1__2__3__4__5

1__q__w__e__r__t

2__y__u_i / j_o__p

3__a__s__d__f__g

4__h__k__l__z__x

5__c__v__b__n__m

"This is ..." Fang Juexia felt familiar, and after thinking, he had an answer.

"I know." Zhou Ziheng unconsciously took out his mobile phone to confirm whether it was. After unlocking, he remembered something and smiled. "I forgot, this is the mobile phone of the program group."

Fang Juexia also laughed.

Suddenly, the announcement of the program group suddenly sounded.

"Please pay attention."

"Player Pei Tingsong, died."

The author has something to say: this chapter is full of foreshadowing and dark lines, it is very normal to read it, because this chapter is the audience's perspective, there is basically no God's perspective, the next chapter will be clear ~

The layout of jj is so bad that the tab stops should not be used. I waited a long time for the password table in the handkerchief. "Death of Mara" I will also post on Weibo, if you are interested, you can go and see.

Naked players expect the truth to be revealed in the next chapter.