The Trial Game of Life

A lunch, eight people, each pregnant with ghosts.

Lunch was a stewed beef stew with potatoes, which was poisoned by Li Shuangshuang. After serving it, the house was filled with fragrance, but everyone could only smell the aroma and eat pickles.

This is called self-inflicted.

Jin Cheng was not interested in such a lunch. It was better than brewing a cup of instant coffee, leaning on the armchair with his slender legs, and looking at the people in the room with a pair of smiling eyes. He beat the cup wall with his fingers and seemed to ask Tang Cuo curiously, "You don't seem to doubt Zhang Zhiyu at all."

Tang Cuo "Are there any?"

Jin Cheng "Yes."

Tang Cuo looked at Zhang Zhiqi and said, "We did not have our name in the vote just now."

If it is a system manipulation, the result of the vote is unreasonable. Li Shuangshuang has three votes, but Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng have no votes, and only two of them have no votes. This is more like someone deliberately avoiding them, maybe they are afraid of their shot, or maybe they are deliberately pleased, in short, with a deliberate taste.

That compartment, Li Shuangshuang's worries in his heart, even more ignorant. Raising her hand to vote until after lunch, it made her feel very tormented, because no matter how you think the final result will be one of her and Zhang Zhiyu.

It was like a knife hanging over his head, it seemed to be struggling, but how did Li Shuangshuang struggle? She has no ability to resist.

"Don't worry too much, it will probably not be you." Zhao Ping comforted her.

Zhao Ping has seen it, this time the mission is different from the past. If they were replaced by the teammates he met a few times ago, I am afraid that he would have been hitting Li Shuai Li regardless of it, or they would simply hide in the room and dare not come out, and these people can still remain sensible and do not say much. Follow the rules of human society.

But Li Shuangshuang was not comforted at all. She knew her strength. If Zhao Ping didn't help her, she wouldn't be able to live to the present.

She can't always rely on people to help.

"I'm going to the toilet." Li Shuangshuang thought hard and wanted to wake up. Zhao Ping was not easy to follow, so he nodded and let her go.

An Ning was drinking pickle soup next to her and said, "I think she thinks it's clear that she is noisy and noisy. The more you help her, the weaker she is."

Zhao Ping doesn't understand this truth, but whoever gets stronger needs time?

Thinking this way, Zhao Ping replied, "I know, maybe this time is an opportunity."

Anning shrugged and stopped talking. Ten minutes later, Li Shuangshuang had not returned, feeling the gaze of the others from time to time, Zhao Ping couldn't sit still.

"I'll go to the toilet too." An Ning stood up and walked briskly.

She went to the kitchen first, saw Madoka muttering something while washing the dishes, and stood for a while before turning to the toilet. Next to the toilet is the linen room. There is a small window on the door of the linen room. She glanced at Li Shuai from the small window again.

Li Shuai was also **** in a net bag, and when she saw her, she widened her eyes and struggled frantically.

"Uh, uh!"

Anning shook his head, and then suddenly walked to the next door.

In the clatter of water, Li Shuangshuang was washing her face. She was holding cold water and splashed on her face. With a big gasp, the weakness between the eyebrows seemed to be less.

"Are you all right? Everyone is waiting for you to go back." An Ning said.

"I'm sorry." Li Shuangshuang smiled apologetically, "I'm leaving now."

"You wait for me to go to the toilet first." An Ning went to the toilet indifferently, walked into the compartment and just took off his pants, but felt a cool breeze blowing over his head. Looking up, it turned out that there was a vent connected to the next door.

I really don't even get people to go to the bathroom, but my **** is cool.

An Ning resolved quickly, and then returned to the hall with Li Shuangshuang. After returning, he found that Zhang Zhiyu and Qian Wei also went to the toilet, but they went to the toilet on the second floor.

After waiting for a while, the two had not returned. Li Shuangshuang suddenly touched his pocket and stood up a little nervously, saying, "I seem to have something in the toilet, wait for me, I will come back immediately!"

After all, Li Shuangshuang ran towards the toilet.

"What..." An Ning murmured suspiciously, and Peng Mingfan frowned slightly. It's just that the only dangerous Li Shuai in this hostel has been locked up, and Li Shuangshuang is timid again, so he doesn't worry about anything.

Tang Cuo felt something was wrong.

At this time, Jin Cheng came together with a smile, saying, "You deliberately prolonged so long, just to watch this?"

of course not.

The purpose of deliberately increasing the time for a lunch is to see what other tricks Zhang Zhitu has. He just went to the toilet after An Ning left, and his intentions were worth speculating.

This Li Shuangshuang...

"I went to see."

Tang Cuo's intuition is not very good, and just when he entered the aisle leading to the bathroom on the first floor, the sound of painful struggles and the impact of heavy objects came from the front.

It's the linen room!

His expression changed suddenly and he accelerated immediately.

"Bang!" Tang Cuo kicked open the door between the linens, but at the moment he kicked open, he slammed into the splashing blood. He only had time to raise his hand to cover his face, and then looked closely, the scene before him was shocking--

Li Shuangshuang pressed Li Shuai's body, holding the metal broom handle in both hands, and thrust it into his chest. She stabbed once, and stab again like crazy, blood spewed continuously, staining her hands with red.

Li Shuai was flat, but his body was still twitching.

"What are you doing?!" Zhao Ping's voice was thunderous, and Li Shuang was so shocked that he released his broomstick. She slowly turned her stiff neck and looked back. She glanced over the shocked and stunned faces, and quickly looked back at Li Shuai, who had blurred eyes, as if she realized what she had done.

"How can I do this? Just suddenly...I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't do it on purpose!" Li Shuangshuang collapsed and covered his face, tears mixed with blood, and the collar was wet.

At this time Qian Wei and Zhang Zhiyu finally rushed downstairs, seeing this scene, froze in place.

"My mother..." Qian Wei gasped.

Zhang Zhiyu didn't let much, and at this moment, Zhao Ping suddenly attacked him. Grabbing Zhang Zhiyu's neckline with both hands, Zhao Ping pushed him to the wall and asked angrily, "What did you do!"

"You're crazy!" Zhang Zhiyu struggled to push him away. "I go out to the toilet and someone follows me. What can I do?"

Qian Wei hurriedly persuaded him, but fortunately Zhao Ping did not lose his mind, he just couldn't believe that someone like Li Shuangshuang would do such a thing. Even if she took the initiative to deal with Li Shuai, it was just a one-off, how could it be so!

Peng Mingfan couldn't figure it out, he couldn't help looking at Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng, "What do you think?"

"Take the person back first, at least two people look at her." Tang Cuo pointed to Li Shuangshuang naturally, and then he asked An Ning "Did you see the waiter?"

Anning nodded. "She is in the kitchen."

Tang Cuo "call her over."

Anning was stunned and ran to call someone. Qian Wei was a little stunned, "Brother Tang, there is no need to call someone to see it? How terrifying."

Tang Cuo didn't answer. His cold eyes glanced at Jin Cheng who was leaning against the wall and said, "Where are you?"

Jin Cheng spread his hands and saw Tang Cuo still staring at him. Then he walked over helplessly, found a pair of clean gloves from the rack in the linen room, and squatted on the ground for an autopsy.

"The bones are black and poisoning is useful, but the results are not good. The fatal wound should still be a stab wound, and the heart is broken." He said.

"Don't you say that his defense is very strong?" Tang Cuo asked.

"It's very powerful, but there are also accidents. The gold ones are fine."

"Like your arrow?"

Jin Cheng nodded, "Yes."

Tang Cuoming is clear, this also pays attention to the five elements.

The rest of the people were quick to understand that Li Shuangshuang used a metal broom handle when he killed handsome, and the murder weapon when Li was killed for the first time was a bronze statue.

Jinke what? Jin Kemu.

Wood, wood? Firewood man?

Why Qian Wei suddenly couldn't understand the relationship again, just thinking about it, hurried footsteps came. He looked back, facing Xiaoyuan's panicked face, and screaming out of control.

"Ah!" She fainted on the spot.

Tang Cuo took a step back, so she didn't get hit.

Jin Cheng gloated and said, "What else do you want to see now?"

You are so annoying.

Two minutes later, several people returned to the lobby.

Peng Mingfan and Zhao Ping first came back with Li Shuangshuang, Zhao Pingping caressed Li Shuangshuang, and Peng Mingfan tried to get some clues from her mouth. But Li Shuangshuang repeatedly said that he could not remember anything, and the ghost sent the gods into the linen room, and when he came back to God, it was already what everyone saw.

"Do you remember what you turned back to pick up?" Peng Mingfan slowed down as much as possible.

"I, I..." Li Shuangshuang held his head in a very painful manner, and for a long time, he suddenly remembered "It is a bronze statue, that bronze statue!"

At the end of the speech, the whole hall suddenly had a needle.

Tang Cuo walked in and asked, "The bronze statue is on the second floor. Are you going to find the bronze statue on the first floor?"

Li Shuangshuang shook his head again, "I don't know, I only know that I'm going to find that thing..."

Tang Cuo "Why don't you use a bronze statue to kill someone?"

Li Shuangshuang "I don't know, I really don't know..."

"Maybe this is the meaning of the system." Zhang Zhiyu, who has been silent since the beginning, suddenly said, "The bronze statue is a key point in triggering the plot. No matter what murder is used, in short it predicts the death of Li Shuai. Who will go? Killing Li Shuai is not something we can choose, it is specified by the system."

Peng Mingfan "I don't think so, this setting is too simple and rough."

Zhang Zhiqi narrowed his eyes, "Do you have to play your reasoning games to look advanced? Kids."

Peng Mingfan reasoned, "This is normal logic."

The two again competed against each other, no one looked good. Tang Cuo could not make a decision because there were too few clues and too many interference items. He needs to look at it again to connect all of them together.

For example, see if Li Shuai will rise again.

"Handsome Li has died once again, but we haven't cleared customs yet." Zhao Ping's caressed Li Shuangshuang, weighed it again and again, and finally put forward his opinion. "It's no use arguing anymore, I think all of us will stay next Together, try not to place orders, and wait until tomorrow morning."

An Ning rarely agreed with him, "This method is indeed the safest and most effective. Anyone who has problems can see at a glance."

There was no objection, and the plan was settled.

It was half past one in the afternoon, and sixteen and a half hours before six in the morning.

Jin Cheng started to puzzle again.

Tang Cuo took the bronze statue from the second floor and observed it carefully. The blood on the bronze statue is still there, and the style is very similar to the little golden man. He started to read the books on the shelf again, but almost every one was turned over, and no useful clues were found.

Anning also asked the waiter with a bronze statue, but she only said that it was something in the store, and the rest did not say much.

"Sometimes you will be prompted in the game, but you need to find it yourself." Jin Cheng suddenly said.

Tang Cuo looked up, "Prompt?"

Jin Cheng put two puzzles of similar colors together, flicked his fingers, and wandered a little. Then he picked out the correct one to embed the puzzle.

"Are you teaching me?"

"Yeah, how can you repay me if you die early?"

You are simply a debt collector.

Tang Cuo continued to study the bronze statue.

After a while, An Ning came over to ask him about his progress and got a negative answer from Tang Cuo, and went back again. Peng Mingfan is still persevering in reasoning, this time the subject is-

If Li Shuai will be resurrected tomorrow.

Qian Wei "If he will be resurrected, is that the way we killed him?"

An Ning "It would be better to say that we are discussing the correct way to kill a handsome man. What will happen to him so that he will not be resurrected?"

Zhao Ping also actively expressed his opinions, and even Zhang Zhiyu did not fall. If Li Shuai is really resurrected, it means that the cycle of death has always existed, what about the missing cycle?

Will there be a second person missing?

Peng Mingfan said, "Maybe we are not handsome at all. He is Li Shuai, and maybe Wang Shuai and Zhao Shuai. The real handsome man is a non-player hidden in us."

It makes sense for him to say so. But at this moment, they feel that it makes sense to say anything, because no one can produce evidence, and any inference is possible.

It is not feasible to rush into action, if the wrong person is killed, the player is the one who died.

"Regardless of whether you believe it or not, I am really just an ordinary player, no difference from you." Zhang Zhiyu repeatedly emphasized his identity.

No one answered, but the differences were temporarily hidden under the surface of the water, and no one provokes anymore.

The wait is long and anxious.

Sixteen and a half hours passed three hours, and finally it was time for dinner.

Everyone remembered this, the waiter Madoka was fainted at the door of the linen room.

"Cough." Zhao Ping stood up and said, "Shuangshuang still have a rest, I'll cook, will anyone help?"

Looking around for a week, the big brothers sat securely. Perhaps in order to make up for his damaged image, Zhang Zhiyu took the initiative to get up to help, and seeing that he was going, Qian Wei also recommended himself.

At six o'clock in the evening, dinner was finally served, and the waiter Madoka, who fainted in the linen room, also woke up magically. She screamed again, fled panic from the scene of the murder, rushed into the hall, and saw—her guests gathered for dinner.

"Goo." Her stomach rang and groaned.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Madoka cried with a wow.

Qian Wei couldn't stand it anymore. He was the most enthusiastic one and asked her to come and eat together. Peng Mingfan wanted to get some words from her mouth, but besides complaining about the weather repeatedly, and then expressing her panic about the death of Li Shuai, there was nothing else.

"Then who will take over from you?" Tang Cuo asked.

"The newcomer is not easy to bring, so I'm looking forward to going down the mountain quickly." Xiaoyuan said, and he was wronged again, as if Xianglinsao was upper body. "How did the handsome brother die? How could this be..."

After reading for a while, she became unwell again and resigned to her room.

It was seven o'clock in the evening.

The people packed up their chopsticks and spoke for a while, then they each found their place to rest, waiting for a tomorrow. Before closing her eyes, Tang Cuo stared at Li Shuangshuang for a while. She sat in the corner near Zhao Ping, buried her head in her arms, quiet and haggard.

"Do you see anything now?" Jin Cheng asked.

"No." Tang Cuo closed his eyes.

Jin Cheng smiled and put on the last puzzle.

Not long after, the whole hall fell into a deep sleep, and even the sound of breathing seemed to be engulfed by darkness until--

"Slap! Slap!" The familiar voice broke the silence, like the wind hitting the door panel, waking the sleeping people one by one from the dream. The first person to wake up was Tang Cuo, who turned to look at the clock on the wall.

It's six o'clock in the morning.

Madoka heard the sound and ran downstairs in a hurry, saw everyone sleeping in the hall, first surprised, and then ran to open the door with a smile, "It must be the wood-bearers."

The door opened, and the icy wind and snow poured in again.

There was a tall man who came in with the wind and snow. Around thirty years old, with short hair and stubble, wearing a black fur collar leather jacket, carrying a bundle of firewood on his back, carrying an axe in his hand.

It’s handsome Li again.

Turning his head to the corner of the hall, Li Shuangshuang was gone.

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