Absurd deduction game

The ancestral hall has a reminder in that line of blood that no one is allowed to enter the room after midnight no matter what.

Although this is called ignoring death, Xiao Xuechen still insists on this idea - everyone who needs to be reminded has been reminded. In this case, Ju Lan went out and was hunted down. She and San cannot be blamed.

If she chooses to open the window and let people in, the consequences may be that she and San will be implicated, and she and San will not be able to escape.

So...I'm sorry.

Xiao Xuechen turned her head away from Ju Lan's expression. The resentful look did not make her feel scared or guilty, but made her sigh softly.

Some people... deep down, still like to leave their mistakes to others to bear the consequences.

Yes, quite smart. Yu Xing praised in an unclear way, rolled his eyes, and actually laughed.

He glanced at Ju Lan lightly, and the window he was holding against was being knocked loudly by the other party. His tone did not fluctuate. From the corner of his eye, he saw the villagers holding hatchets getting closer and closer: Stop knocking, we not open.

Do you really bear it!? Ju Lan gritted her teeth, but the thing behind her was already approaching. She glanced at the two people in the room hatefully, turned around and ran away in another direction crying.

Yu Xing looked at the two villagers without even looking at them, and just chased after Ju Lan in a state that didn't look like a living person.

It was finally clear outside.

Will she die? Xiao Xuechen touched her arm, her beautiful eyelashes trembling.

Yu Xing withdrew his hand from the window frame and said with a smile, Miss, do you regret it?

Xiao Xuechen shook his head: I don't regret it.

That's good, I also... really like young ladies who know how to take the overall situation into account~ Yu Xing leaned in front of the window and moved his wrist.

Seeing his white wrists that seemed to have no strength at all, Xiao Xuechen suddenly trembled.

She thought again of the dangerous temperament hidden by the handsome boy in front of her.

She likes to take the overall situation into consideration... So what if her answer just now was to open the window?

She estimated that San would definitely not be able to open it and would wait until daybreak to throw her out.

However, if the consequence of going out at night is just to be chased by two humanoid monsters... you won't necessarily die. Over there, Yu Xing, who had no idea that his image in Sister Xiaoyu's heart had been completely distorted, continued.

Hmm... yes, yes, there are many kinds of sacrifices that can help her hide. Xiao Xuechen hummed in a nasal voice, and sat down on the bed where Yu Xing had just slept casually, But look at Ju Lan She looks like she has not gone through a few deductions and has no sacrifice reserves.

Oh? Do you need to hide? Yu Xing tapped his fingers rhythmically on the window edge. While he was talking, he was actually paying attention to the outside.

After all, the village chief and the woman are still nearby, and they might be able to fight back.

The moonlight shines on the desolation, making the whole village feel inexplicably peaceful - if you ignore the zombies and ghosts that may appear at any time.

After asking a question, Yu Xing fell silent, and Xiao Xuechen didn't know how to answer.

Need to run?

It should be necessary.

Maybe the big boss has a hard-on approach, but a newbie like her who hasn't yet reached the level of a senior deducer must do her best to save her life.

After all, deducers at the three levels of junior, intermediate, and advanced are often randomly assigned to the same game. The difference between the three levels is not too big. The only thing that can be distinguished is the sacrifice usage rate and deduction experience.

The level that can really make a qualitative leap is the level after senior deduction, and she doesn't know much about it.

Xiao Xuechen prides himself on being a newbie who needs to learn a lot, while San... should be an advanced deduction, right?

After a while, just when Xiao Xuechen started to think that it would be awkward if he didn't speak anymore, Yu Xing continued what he had just said: If she is strong enough, it will not be a problem to hold on until the rooster crows in the morning.

But she's not strong enough.

What Xiao Xuechen said was a bit ruthless, but it was the truth.

Sure enough, not long after, a woman's scream was heard in the distance.

Ju Lan seems to have been caught.

Xiao Xuechen sighed again.

The death of the deducer... She has seen it a lot, and she no longer has the initial fear. She will probably continue to see more in the future, and she will get used to it.

So sleepy~ Yu Xing covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, a layer of sleepy mist appeared in his eyes.

He found with dissatisfaction that he really couldn't sleep tonight.

With this window, the village chief and his wife could push the window open at any time when he was not prepared and do whatever they wanted.

The deducer has basically determined that one of them is dead, and he doesn't want to give the ghosts a chance to continue to succeed.

Should we move something to block the windows? Xiao Xuechen thought of this level after listening to the disappearing screams, and suggested again.

Didn't I tell you? We don't want to touch the furnishings in this room at all. Yu Xing sat down next to her generously and began to rummage through his backpack, I have a guess. If it is confirmed later, I can tell you.

Oh... I don't understand!

Yu Xing took out his easel. It was a painting box-style easel. It seemed that his character had asked someone to order it before. It was very light and many tools were placed directly in the box: Now I am very curious. Carlos, where did he go?

Yes.

Xiao Xuechen blinked. Ju Lan and Carlos lived together, but when they got up, they found that Carlos was not in the room, leaving only a paper man on the bed.

According to normal procedures, Carlos, who was not in the room, should be the first target of the ghosts in this village, but they didn't hear any movement. They could only say that Carlos had hidden these ghosts and did other things.

He seems to be a very thoughtful person. Yu Xing had already set up the easel and became interested in this magician who acted alone.

After a nap, no one was there when I woke up.

Is this the legendary - great transformation into a living person?

Hope to see the complete Carlos again tomorrow.

Well, what are you going to do? Xiao Xuechen was suddenly confused as he saw Yu Xing getting ready to draw.

I can't sleep tonight, so I'm going to paint a picture to pass the time. The moon was three o'clock in the sky, and the moonlight gave everything in his eyes a cold tone, which made him feel a little interested.

Wow, Xiao Xuechen never expected that San, whose character was a painter, would actually like to draw. She put her head to look at the tools, Is it a sketch?

Although sketching is fine, what I'm best at is oil painting. Yu Xing smiled at Xiao Xuechen, took out the canvas and laid it out. Unfortunately, he didn't bring a painting stool, so he could only use the bed as a stool.

Oil painting!? Xiao Xuechen didn't know much about art. She thought it would take a long time to paint an oil painting.

Draw something as you like, I'm too lazy to wait for it to dry. Yu Xing didn't mind Xiao Xuechen watching, he just did something on a whim to get rid of his sleepiness.

He adjusted the height of the easel, placed the brushes, drawing knives, palette, brush washer and other items on the bedside table, clamped the small oil can with a spring leaf at the bottom on the palette, and then looked at it.

No painting stick QAQ...

The painting stick is also called a wrist stick, which is used to support the arm when painting. A weak and lazy person like Yu Xing will use it every time he paints in real life.

What do you want to draw? Uh... by the way, can you see it? Xiao Xuechen was a little curious.

It was late at night, and there were no lights. The light was so dark that she would be blind, let alone draw.

You can see it, you can see it very clearly. Yu Xing adjusted the color a little, facing the desolate scenery outside the window and several nearby houses, with a cold light reflecting slightly in his eyes.

Thanks to this body, his night vision ability is... particularly good.

In the next time, Yu Xing took a paintbrush to draw. Xiao Xuechen looked at it for a while and found that he couldn't see anything clearly and his eyes were really going blind, so he took out his mobile phone and started playing stand-alone games by the light.

The two chatted for a while from time to time, and the scene became harmonious for a while.

But... about an hour later, while Yu Xing was drawing, there was an additional disharmonious factor outside the window.

It was a head, with half of its body attached to the bottom.

Fortunately, that head was familiar to Yu. He had just seen it not long ago.

His eyes were dull.

The skin is ashen.

Lips turn purple.

...the body spots are conspicuous.

The person... or rather the ghost, was staring at Yu Xing with unblinking eyes. His lips were trembling, as if he wanted to say something, but his lips couldn't be separated.

Yu Xing's hand paused and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Sensing something was wrong, Xiao Xuechen raised his head suddenly and instantly faced the face outside the glass that he had seen before on the coffin face.

Zhou Yongsheng!

my God!

This time she was not too frightened through the window. Seeing Zhou Yongsheng standing there very quietly, not saying his purpose or harming them, just silently watching Yu Xing paint, she became a little doubtful.

Is this a corpse or a ghost?

What is it here for? Also to get in?

On the first seven nights, it really came back, but I don’t know why it came this time.

Xiao Xuechen couldn't help but want to retreat first. From the corner of her eye, she saw that Yu Xing didn't say anything and just stayed in place - she wanted to stand in a position where she could close the window pushed open by the ghost with her hand, just in case.

Hey, you're here? Yu Xing put down his pen and wanted to stand up and approach, but saw Zhou Yongsheng who was standing still suddenly shook his head eagerly and pointed at his easel with his finger.

Want to see me draw? Yu Xing guessed.

Zhou Yongsheng outside nodded.

Oh, he is a real fan? Yu Xing was really curious. Could it be that what this friend who died young said on the Internet about him being a fan were true feelings?

It's not easy, so what does he want to do by tricking the idol into coming to his village?

Just to let the idol attend his funeral?

Yu Xing muttered something in his mind and picked up the pen again, but Zhou Yongsheng stopped moving again.

This painting he painted is a real scene, not abstract. The overall view on the canvas is the scenery outside the window, with only the window frame exposed at the bottom, and a curly-haired woman playing games on her mobile phone in the lower right corner.

The color used is blue, very cold and weird.

He looked at the silent male ghost outside the window for a while, thought about it, and made another move.

A young man with an average appearance, but a smile on his face, and a neatly dressed young man with a crew cut, was slowly added to the center position by him.

In the gloomy cold-color painting, only this young man is wrapped in warm colors, with a worry-free brow.

No interruption! (_)No!

I'm late on writing something, but I'll update it anyway. Besides, I happened to see it today——

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