The Trial Game of Life

Ten minutes later, everyone gathered in the hall downstairs to make dumplings.

The round-faced waiter saw the body almost fainted and was still in shock, so naturally he could no longer bear the responsibility of making dumplings. However, except for middle-aged men, all of them were young and young, and not many were proficient in this skill. Even the three ladies were helpless.

The girl in red is sitting alone and ignoring the answer, the girl in the jacket is slightly cowardly, and the beautiful girl with short hair is much more active and has been chatting with the waiter all the time.

In the end, the middle-aged man and the two boys looked like they took the rolling pin. Inquisitive and solemnly stirred the meat filling in the enamel basin as if to stare it out of the flower.

"I said, is this meat clean?" he asked.

There was no noise in the hall, he asked this sentence, everyone heard it and understood it-black shop, human flesh, common routines.

The waiter cried with a wow "How can you say that?"

He was a little scornful, and he turned to black-rimmed glasses for help. Glasses thoughtfully, put down dumplings and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to see."

The man in the assault suit also stood up immediately, "I am with you."

The waiter was even more aggrieved, and the short-haired woman took the opportunity to ask, "Do you know that handsome Li Lie, right? Who is he? Why did he die here?"

"I don't know." The waiter sobbed softly and said, "He is the best firewood man here. The firewood is usually from him. I don't know how he died suddenly here. We can Even if he is a woodcutter, what should he do now that he is dead..."

Firewood man.

Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng looked at each other, and they both saw the same inquiry in the other party's eyes. Tang Cuo put his hands in the trench coat pocket and asked, "Did you go down and saw where the firewood was?"

Jin Cheng "Backyard."

Needless to say, the two immediately walked to the backyard.

Into the head quickly asked "Where are you going?"

Neither of them looked back, Jin Cheng waved his hand to "look at the firewood."

The backyard is not large. A circle of wooden piles encloses more than ten square meters. On the right side is a sundries covered with thatch. The screaming wind blew, and from time to time a few thatched grasses fell to the ground and were quickly covered by heavy snow.

Out of the backyard is the dense forest. The hostel is located on a gentle **** halfway uphill, with no shops in front of the village and no people in the vicinity.

The debris shed has no doors, but because today's wind is blowing from behind the debris shed, there is not much snow in the shed. All the firewood was neatly stacked against the wall, covered with a layer of tarpaulin, and on the other side of the shed were a chain of tools such as a chainsaw, hemp rope, and axe.

Tang Cuo opened the tarp and glanced at the firewood. The firewood was old and new, and some of the firewood piled on the outside seemed to be newly cut. Only one thing is weird—the firewood is not dry, it feels smooth, and there is a strange and seemingly scent.

"What tree is this?" Tang Cuo asked.

"It doesn't look like a common breed." Jin Cheng also squatted down to pick up a piece of it, but the touch of the firewood was really not good. He quickly threw it away and took out his handkerchief to wipe his hands.

Then he looked at the forest behind him and said, "If you want to know, you might have to go in and see."

But no matter what kind of story, there is such a law-every Lin Mo Mo.

Tang Cuo ran out without recklessness, glanced across the window on the second floor, and found the one in the bathroom. Looking down the window again, the ground was white and there were no footprints.

Jin Cheng said, "The snow is heavy, and all footprints can be covered in ten minutes."

Tang Cuo "When you saw the bronze statue, was it covered?"

Jin Cheng "The bronze statue is directly under the window, and there is only a little snow on it."

In other words, the bronze statue was thrown down just a few minutes before they found the body.

Thinking about this, Jin Cheng said, "Every time I go to a new place, I am used to turning around first, so no one should find the body earlier than me. Then the person who threw the bronze statue is either the waiter or the hide. Nc among nine of us."

Tang Cuo "Why did he throw?"

Jin Cheng was still wiping his hands slowly, and said with a smile, "This is what your big detective should think about."

He called Tang Cuo a "great detective", but he did not even guess the career of Tang Cuo during his lifetime. Tang Cuo didn't take it seriously, to see that there was nothing in particular around him to turn around, and turned into the house.

The black-framed glasses and assault clothes men who went to the kitchen also returned. They both said that the kitchen was no different. The freezer contained the most common pork and beef. They even found the underground storage room and saw fairly fresh potatoes, Chinese cabbage and radishes.

All in all, except for the body hidden in the locker, this hostel looks like an ordinary hostel.

Everyone felt a little calm, and this dinner naturally had no psychological barriers. The waiter was still in shock, and hid back in the room. The assault girl bit her lip for a moment, and finally took the initiative to take the task of dumplings.

"Me, let me go."

Regardless of the environment, hot food always makes people happy. Next to the hall is the lounge, equipped with entertainment facilities such as a bar counter, billiard table, and a few small tables against the wall. The two rooms are interconnected. Everyone sitting here in twos and threes eating dumplings, the atmosphere is not bad.

Cunto is the most active, and he is the first to introduce himself. "My name is Qian Wei, this is my classmate Peng Mingfan. The two of us have been doing tasks together and we have done so well. I hope everyone will take care of us."

The Jacket followed the opening, "My name is Zhao Ping, this is my companion Li Shuangshuang, we are the same player."

Is a companion, not a girlfriend. Tang Cuo watched silently.

Tang Cuo can see that these people are not the first time to play the game, although some are very timid, but they are very cautious and not panic. Although the girl in red is a newcomer, she is always cold and only spit out a name--

"Qu Li."

The middle-aged man glanced at her and said, "Zhang Zhiqi."

The short-haired girl smiled and was generous. "You just call me peaceful."

After Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng also reported themselves, the atmosphere cooled down again. Tang Cuozheng observed it brightly, but did not expect to just look at Qu Li for a few more times, so he exchanged a glance at the other party.

Jin Cheng was happy.

Qian Wei exchanged a look with Peng Mingfan, cleared his throat, and said, "So we... what should we do now? The handsome man is killed, but the handsome man is dead. Are we looking for the murderer now?"

An Ning said, "Are you sure the murderer is among us now? Is that the only non-player?"

"I didn't say that!" Qian Wei jumped anxiously.

"First of all, we have to know if anyone in the player got the killer card. Are we an outsider or a member of this story?" Peng Mingfan pushed his glasses, but he was very young at the young age. "Although Stormwind Villa is a reasoning Question, but the game of Yongye City will not be as simple as reasoning, and there will definitely be someone to die next."

The middle-aged male Zhang Zhiqi nodded his head. "The handsome is dead but he didn't pass the customs. It proves that he is either not dead or he is not handsome at all."

Zhao Ping stunned and immediately asked, "But the waiter also said that he was Li Shuai, not to mention the ID card to prove that if he was not handsome, who would be handsome?"

There are nine of them here, who will be handsome?

Does it mean that the handsome hasn't appeared yet?

Or can he borrow a dead body?

Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng did not participate in the whole journey. The two sat at the tea table by the window, next to the iron rack placed against the wall, with many books and potted plants.

Jin Cheng found a box of puzzles from a pile of books. An oil painting in the style of Impressionism was printed on the puzzle box, and four trees under the dusk were painted. He seemed quite satisfied, and La La La turned the puzzle down to a table, occupying most of the table extremely aggressively. By the time everyone finished the discussion, he had already made a corner.

The result of the discussion is-etc.

There is no other way.

Zhang Zhiyu revealed some leadership qualities at this time, "Although we entered the copy in the morning, it is better to walk in accordance with the time in the copy, otherwise it is easy to lose energy at the critical moment. It is now evening, everyone returns to the room to rest , But don’t try to place orders when you are resting, is it okay? The three ladies sleep in one room, and the others are at least two. If something happens, call immediately."

There is nothing to refute, even Qu Li, who is not very gregarious, has no objection.

This hostel is small, and the rooms are mostly bunk beds in dormitory style. There is also a single room and a standard room. The men gave up the standard room to the women, and the rest did not fight for the single room, and chose bunk beds. Anyway, everyone can choose to sleep in the bunk, which is quite convenient.

The final result is one between Zhang Zhiyu and Zhao Ping, one between two students, and one between Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng.

Before returning to the room, Tang Cuo took another look at the public bathroom.

Li Shuai’s body is still the same as before, and his limbs are becoming stiff and dead. Jin Cheng leaned his arm against the sink and said, "This is not like a low-end game in area f."

Tang Cuo turned back, "How to say?"

Jin Cheng "General low-end games, the newcomers are reckless and will die when they come up, but such games are usually not difficult and the plot setting is slightly rough. But the players in this game are not reckless and look good. The middle-aged man should have a gun, and the cocoon on his hand is obvious. So-the system should have a high evaluation of you. How did you get assigned to the f zone?"

The topic revolved around Tang Cuo suddenly, and he answered non-questionally, "You mean, the system triggers priority, based on my evaluation, the teammates arranged for me?"

Jin Cheng "abtely"

What kind of foreign farts did Tang Tangcuo hate to talk about?

"Why can't it be because of you?" Tang Cuo asked.

"Because they are not qualified enough," Jin Cheng said.

Narcissism is a disease.

Tang Cuo didn't want to talk to him for a while because he was not ill, so he went straight back to his room. The room was picked casually, the walls were fresh navy blue, and it looked good.

On the other side, in the room of two students.

Qian Wei hung on a climbing rod like a monkey, racking his brain to think about handsome Li, and said, "Don’t you think the masked man is suspicious? The corpse he found first, the weapon he found first, and he covered it Face, why didn’t you let me test him just now?"

Peng Mingfan asked back, "What about the person next to him? The two of them obviously know each other, but there is only one non-player."

Qian Wei was dumb, and after a long while, he slapped his brain again. "Isn't that the most suspicious order? The red suit, and Zhang Zhiqi."

"Orders may also be newcomers." Peng Mingfan pushed his glasses and said, "Aren't you surprised? When we entered the game, it was only around ten o'clock in the morning. What kind of newcomer is so powerful? Do the task in four hours?"

Qian Wei finally reacted, stunned. I thought they had dragged on for more than a week before they dared to take the task when they were fully prepared, and most of them were dragged to the deadline before the duck was put on the shelf.

This newcomer is not easy.

Who will he (she) be?

The same doubts were also staged next door, but when Zhang Zhitu and Zhao Ping met for the first time, they were afraid that the other party might be the only non-player.

Overnight.

The next day, almost half past five in the morning, the hurried clap of the door broke the tranquility of the hostel.

"Wake up soon! Something is wrong!" An Ning with short hair shot the door from room to room, like a whirlwind blowing across the aisle, calling everyone.

Last night, everyone slept in clothes, so they got up quickly, and they appeared in the corridor in just five minutes, asking each other what was going on.

Li Shuangshuang, who had a pale complexion, squatted at the door of the penultimate room, and when he saw everyone coming, he quickly stood up and said, "It's gone! The Qu Li who slept with us last night was gone. There was no sign at all, and none of us found it. As soon as she felt it..."

At this time, Anning ran up and down again, panting and saying, "There is no downstairs."

Zhang Zhiqu frowned, "When did you find her missing?"

An Ning's complexion is also not good. "I didn't see anyone when I woke up. I didn't know when I wouldn't."

Zhang Zhiyu "Did you hear the voice last night?"

Both An Ning and Li Shuangshuang shook their heads. Suddenly, An Ning thought of something again and said, "I shouldn't have slept so dead. Now think about it. I didn't seem to have a dream yesterday."

Qian Wei immediately raised his hand, "Me too."

Asked in a circle, last night everyone slept very dead, revealing a strange and unusual. Peng Mingfan pondered, Yu Guang glanced at Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng standing outside the crowd, saying, "Are you neither?"

Jin Cheng leaned against the wall and raised his lips. "Child, what are you doubting?"

Peng Mingfan shut up, and Jin Cheng smiled and said nothing.

Soon everyone searched the inside and outside of the hotel again, but they found nothing, not even an extra footprint, let alone any blood stains. Qu Li seemed to have evaporated, disappeared without a trace.

As soon as six o'clock, the crowd concentrated on the downstairs hall again.

The waiter seemed to recover from a night of sleep, smiled and brought out a large pot of porridge, while holding the bowl briskly to serve everyone, while comforting, "Don’t worry, she might just go for a walk in the woods outside, our side The scenery is still very good, and the air is fresh. When you have a full meal, you can look for it, maybe you will find it immediately."

Anning stared at her. "Don't you say that the snow is over the mountains? Why did she run out on her own?"

The waiter was at a loss at the moment, and stumbled and explained, "I, I just want to comfort you, I have no malicious intentions..."

An Ning asked, "Well, what direction should we look for?"

The waiter couldn't speak anymore and mumbled, "I haven't been outside yet. I had to go down and couldn't get down. How can I know..."

After hearing the words, Tangcuo narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that something was wrong.

The rest of the people also expressed something else from this sentence, each staring at the waiter closely. Jin Cheng was actually there, holding the porridge bowl and watching the show.

"Slap! Slap!"

The sudden sound broke the deadlock, and the wind slammed against the door panel, making the heart tremble.

Everyone looked at the source of the sound together, across the windshield, they could not see the situation outside the door, but they could see a pair of leather boots in the vaguely visible door slit.

"Pap! Pap!" A snowflake floated in through the crevice of the door panel and quickly turned into snow.

"Who?" Qian Weizhan stood up.

Li Shuangshuang grabbed Zhao Ping's sleeve nervously.

The round-faced waiter looked as usual, even with a slight smile on his face. She reached out and wiped on the apron, quickly walked to the door, and while opening the door, she explained lightly that "it should be the wood-bearer."

Playing firewood?

Suddenly the tight string in his head was turned, Qian Wei's eyes widened, and he subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop it, but it was too late. The moment the door opened, the wind and snow poured in, blowing the menu on the table crazy.

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 is Li Shuai.

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