Absurd deduction game

Yu Xing felt more than once that he became weaker in this copy, but also became sharper.

His blindness only lasted two seconds, and he had regained his vision before the person behind him could pull the ax out of the ground.

The surrounding area is not an office in the traditional sense. Whether it is desks, lounge chairs or other cabinets and other furniture, they are all made of tree rattan.

A bunch of smaller branches are mixed together to form a strong object, which can be regarded as making the best use of everything.

These decorative rattans don't have any black lines on them, and they also don't have the weird feeling of belonging to the ghostly tree. They are probably abandoned branches that fell off by themselves.

In addition, the whole room is not square, but is like a tree hole, with dense gaps in the walls. If a cryptophobic patient were to come here, he would probably have to squat on the spot with his limbs shaking.

There are no windows in the room. Of course, this is underground. Even if there are windows, people can only see the soil layer outside the room, which is depressing and terrifying.

The smell of blood poured into Yu Xing's nose from behind, and Yu Xing's eyes darkened for a moment.

Mr. Principal, what are you doing?

He said, turning around with a smile.

This was the first time Yu Xing met the principal of St. Jonis Middle School. Before meeting him, Yu Xing was a little curious about what it would be like to be able to build a school with such a ghostly appearance.

After seeing it, I inevitably lost interest.

In front of him was a dog-like middle-aged man, about forty years old. His hair was already covered with a little silver frost due to hard work.

The principal was wearing a well-fitting suit, a single-sided glasses, and a gold chain extending from the side of his eyes to the epaulettes. He looked elegant and had the high-end luxury temperament of the upper class.

The only thing that didn't match it was the ax handle in the principal's hand.

The principal heard his question and responded with a gentle smile: Sorry, I scared you, classmate Roy, but I heard that you were a student recommended by the school doctor, so I just wanted to try your skills.

He finally pulled out the axe, and the shimmering ax blade was pointed straight at Yu Xing, as if it was about to strike at Yu Xing the next moment.

The entire surface of the ax was covered with deep-rooted rust that remained after the blood dried up. Just by looking at it, one could tell how many people this ax had killed.

I'm very happy to see such an outstanding student appear in the school. Although the number on your report card still needs to be improved, your help to the teachers of our school is unprecedented. The principal looked at Yu Xing. On the ax, he put it away pretending to be surprised, I'm sorry, I gave you the impression of being rude.

It doesn't matter, Mr. Principal. Since I transferred to St. Jonas Middle School, almost everyone I see is rude like this. I'm used to it. Yu Xing smiled and said words that were so irritating that he would not pay for his life, and directly asked Mr. Principal's The false smile froze for a moment.

Humor is also a virtue. After a while, the principal's smile became natural again. He pointed to the rattan sofa beside him, Come and sit here, kid. I think we can have a good chat about where you will go after graduation. question.

Yu Xing walked to the sofa in cooperation. At the same time, he saw familiar black lines on the surface of the sofa.

The principal probably didn't know the specific connection between him and Gui Chenshu. He just thought that he had a special physique or ability and was the food chosen by Gui Chenshu.

After all, Gui Chenshu would not take the initiative to confess matters related to the source of power to the puppets on the ground, so...

Do you want to trick him to death like this?

Yu Xing thought to himself, and the smile on his face couldn't help but become more sincere.

That's great.

He was just trying to get in touch with these lines more.

Yu Xing and the principal sat down firmly on the sofa together, facing each other.

There is a pot of tea brewing on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and two inverted teacups and teapot are placed on an exquisite plate.

Those vine lines did not attack him immediately. Instead, the principal really looked like he wanted to have a long conversation and opened the topic first: Introduce yourself, I am Principal Anderson.

Yu Xing crossed his legs, and his body language was as arrogant as his words were polite: I know, I have heard of your name in the school history.

Oh, it seems you have read the school history. The principal gave him an unclear look, stretched out his hand to straighten the inverted teacup, and poured him a cup of tea with his own hands.

Are you thirsty? We can chat while drinking tea.

Yu Xing glanced at the tea.

This is obviously not any kind of tea in reality. The green tea leaves are very beautiful. After being soaked in hot water, the tea is dyed a light transparent green, as beautiful as a piece of crystal.

If you smell it carefully, you can also smell the aroma that is somewhat similar to the actual bamboo leaves.

This is good tea I got from a newly opened teahouse outside the school. Haha, this teahouse has become very famous these days. Even I spent a lot of effort to get a bag to treat students to drink. It’s the most suitable.”

The principal adjusted his unilateral glasses gracefully, took a sip under Yu Xing's gaze, and then praised: It is indeed good tea.

Without ruling out the possibility that the principal wanted to poison him, Yu Xing picked up the tea cup and smiled calmly.

What about poisoning?

He cannot be poisoned to death.

And his vague inspiration told him that there was indeed no substance harmful to him in this cup of tea.

He opened his mouth slightly and planned to take a sip, at least to maintain a superficial rapport with the principal, because he still had an important item that he had not managed to get out of the principal's mouth.

Unexpectedly, just when Yu Xing lowered his head slightly and his lips were about to touch the tea, the tea leaves in the tea cup suddenly turned into a bright blood color, and the tea stained by it also became blood red. It became more and more rich in the cup, just like a cup. blood.

The smell doesn't change much.

Yu Xing paused and looked up at the principal.

The principal laughed and proudly showed off: Isn't it interesting? The green tea leaves will not change color due to hot water, but will bloom into bright blood leaves when the human breath comes close, dyeing the whole cup of tea until it is bright red. How beautiful.”

It's really surprising. Yu Xing didn't really want to drink this cup of tea, so he asked casually, Does this tea have a name?

Of course. Mr. Principal took another slow sip before continuing, The name of tea is Xun Xing.

Yu Xing calmly breathed for a moment, then returned to normal immediately.

The owner of the teahouse seems to be a traveling man from the East. He is dressed in a blue robe and has a noble demeanor. Especially the crystal bell on his body is really wonderful. The principal admired the tea while admiring others. It seemed that I will never forget the rush I had when buying tea.

If I have the opportunity, I will definitely go to that boss's teahouse to buy tea. Being able to make an Oriental friend may also be of some benefit to me when I go to the Orient for inspections in the future.

Yu Xing chuckled lightly. This time, he raised his head and drank the blood-red tea. The red tea went into his throat, bringing a sense of warmth to his limbs. He could also detect a very familiar line. The breath traveled down his throat and throughout his body, stopping at his heart.

That breath did nothing, just hovered in the heart, as if waiting for something quietly.

Yu Xing also praised: Good tea. Yiqing, you are worthy of it.