Wear a Thriller To Protect the Boss

Huo Yinting and Pei Yi didn't talk much that night. She closed the secret door on the floor and went straight back to the room from the corridor on the third floor, pretending that nothing happened.

But the quality of her sleep that night was not very good. She woke up once an hour on average until the next morning, rubbing her sore eyebrows and went out.

Li Huijun on the third floor is dead. Apart from her, there are only Qiao Huai and Pei Yi on this floor.

She stood at the door and saw the other two leaving the room separately. The three looked at each other and confirmed that they were all alive. They simply nodded as greetings, and went to the second floor together.

Then they heard Feng Niange's scream, intertwined with sadness, despair and disbelief.

The door of room No. 6 was open, and Guan Chen's body was lying across the door. His brows were shot, and his face was bloody, and he died simply and neatly.

Huo Yinting's eyes fell cold.

It was shot, it should be the gun that stole her. The front of that gun was equipped with a sack. When the gun was actually shot, it would not make too much noise and it would be difficult to be found.

Feng Niange stepped forward, seeming to want to drag Guan Chen's corpse, but Guan Chen, who was about 1.8 meters tall, was not strong enough to hold it, and eventually fell to the ground again.

Before that, she did resent Guan Chen and even prepared herself to win the game and give up on him, but when she really saw Guan Chen dying in front of her, she still collapsed.

After all, it is a boy who has loved, a lover who has experienced youth together, but this relationship has long since fallen apart, and she does not even deserve a decent ending.

"Do you think there will be such a day?" She looked at Guan Chen with tears, her voice trembling, "This is retribution, you deserve it, and I deserve it."

Qiao Huai took a step back and leaned against the wall nervously, his eyes confused.

"So... the other hunter's weapon is a gun? How did he get into Mr. Guan's room?"

If the gun is shot across the door, the door cannot be intact, and the perpetrator must have entered the room.

Chu Ying said quietly, "It's very simple, whoever has the key to his room can enter."

And Guan Chen just mentioned last night that the key to his room was missing in his jacket pocket, and he suspected Feng Niange had stolen it.

"What do you mean?" Feng Niange was angry, "Do you think I killed Guan Chen?"

"Because we have no conditions, steal his room key, but you are his girlfriend."

"Look at my girlfriend, what is the difference between being and improper? He doesn't believe me at all. He would rather go to an alliance with Attorney Jin. You should ask Attorney Jin."

Speaking of this, everyone realized with hindsight that one person was missing at the scene.

Jin Lin's absence, room 2 was also locked from the inside. Unless there is a key, it cannot be opened.

Qiao Huai stepped forward to knock on the door, but there was no response after knocking for a long time. He felt that the situation was not right, so he tried to smash the door.

"Lawyer Jin, open the door!"

Pei Yi watched for a while, walked over to push him away, suddenly exerted force, and kicked the door open.

The room was clean and there were no blood stains. Jin Lin was lying on the bed, well covered with the quilt, only his head was exposed.

However, both his face and lips showed a lifeless grayish white, which is by no means the state that a normal person should have when sleeping.

Qiao Huai leaned forward cautiously and tentatively opened the quilt. He saw Jin Lin's hands folded in front of him, stiffly as if lying in a coffin.

"Jin... Attorney Jin?"

He touched Jin Lin, but Jin Lin's head collapsed to one side, his skin was cold, and he had no breath.

Feng Niange was unstable at her feet and almost fell. She tremblingly asked, "He is also dead?"

Qiao Huai nodded tremblingly, unable to say a word.

He was indeed dead, and he was abruptly broken his neck bone and died.

This is what Pei Yi is good at. Only Huo Yinting knows. She finally understands what Pei Yi did when she left the room last night.

However, the more so, the more flustered her mood became.

She found that she might have fallen into a very subtle blind spot.

Two people died overnight, and these two people were recognized as thieves and bound players.

The rules of the game are: if the player dies, the thieves are out together; but if the thieves die first, the player is not affected.

"Guan Chen should have died first." Feng Niange shrank from the corner, with red eyes in a low voice, "Because if Lawyer Jin died first, Guan Chen would die with him. People who want to kill Guan Chen don't have to do it themselves. "

Chu Ying still held her drawing board. She looked at Jin Lin's corpse with a cold and numb expression: "Plus the one downstairs, there are three corpses in the villa. Who will deal with it?"

"Everyone has an obligation to deal with corpses." Huo Yinting replied quietly, "The one downstairs is more miserable. I'll come. You can divide the work for the remaining two."

"..."

In fact, Huo Yinting took the initiative to bury Qi Ji’s body, which was somewhat selfish. Although she and Qi Ji only met for a few days, after all, they were both hunters and had dealt with each other, so she would bury him by herself. Always better than others.

When she came downstairs, Qi Ji was still lying there, the pool of blood on the ground had already dried up, but the rust-like blood in the air still did not dissipate, and it smelled disgusting.

She walked over, leaned down, raised her hand and closed Qi Ji's eyes.

"Mr. Qi, go all the way well."

It stands to reason that she should have been accustomed to death after so long, but on the contrary, it is precisely because she has seen too many deaths that she deeply feels the preciousness of living.

No one wants to live in the dark reincarnation all their lives.

The weather on the island is not clear, the clouds are pressing on the top of the head, and the fog is on all sides.

She was digging a hole in the east with the softest soil, and the sound of waves hitting rocks faintly heard in the distance. She was smoking a cigarette and looked down at the metal watch in her hand.

The watch is silently without notice.

After a while, Pei Yi walked towards this side, his figure passed through the hazy fog, and his footsteps stopped steadily in front of her. He took the shovel in her hand.

"There are three people left. Even if they don't kill tonight, they must ensure that they don't have a complete puzzle in their hands."

Tonight is the sixth night, the last night of the game.

Huo Yinting glanced in the distance, and saw Qiao Huai and Chu Ying, they were dragging the corpse into the dug pit together, while Feng Niange squatted aside, crying helplessly, covering his face.

She looked away: "Is it Jin Lin you killed last night?"

"Um."

"How can you enter his room?"

"Just like room 4 and room 10 are connected by a secret door, the study on the third floor is also connected to Jin Lin's room 1." Pei Yi explained in a low voice, "I found out when I searched the study last time. , There is a problem with a floor tile there."

Many rooms on the second and third floors are connected to each other, just like the settings in the game.

Huo Yinting sighed, "Tell me, I could do it originally."

"I can do it for you, so you don't need to do it yourself." Pei Yi dug the last shovel of dirt, and he put Qi Ji's body down, his tone sinking, "Originally, I killed Jin Lin, so Guan Chen Die together, I didn't expect you to be one step faster than me."

"I didn't kill Guan Chen."

"……what?"

Huo Yinting frowned: "My gun was stolen. It was the person who stole the gun that killed Guan Chen."

"Then you are in danger tonight."

"Not only me, everyone is dangerous, but..." She lowered her eyes and pinched out the cigarette butts, her eyes darkened bit by bit, "This game is not unbreakable."

All three corpses were buried. In a blink of an eye, there are only five of the ten players who went to the island.

Huo Yinting went around the whole villa again, and she vaguely felt that she should have missed some important information, and she desperately needed to piece together the scattered clues to paint the complete truth.

And when she returned to the living room again, she saw Feng Niange sitting alone at the dining table, desperately stuffing her mouth, crying while eating.

She walked over, took away half of Feng Niange's leftover bread, and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"It's meaningless for you to ruin your body so much. The game is not over yet, so cheer up."

The glass in her hand fell to the ground and smashed to pieces. Feng Niange finally collapsed. She gasped violently, and suddenly she cried bitterly, covering her face.

"What does it matter if the game is not over? Anyway, Guan Chen has already been punished, and I will be punished sooner or later. Can I still get out of here alive?"

"you can."

"I can't!" Feng Niange shook his head frantically, "I am a sinner, I am not qualified to win!"

"Even if you are a sinner, you should be punished by proper means, not in a place like this." Huo Yinting said, "What's more, what have you done with Guan Chen, is it worth using the word'retribution'? "

"..."

Feng Niange stared at the glass shards all over the floor, his eyes blank and silent for a long time.

There were light and steady footsteps from the upper floor. Huo Yinting turned his head and saw Pei Yi standing at the top of the stairs, looking calmly here.

She settled down, changed her mind and asked again: "So, tell me, is what you did with Guan Chen has something to do with Shao Wanfeng?"

Feng Niange trembled: "Related."

"What is it?"

There was another long silence.

Pei Yi went downstairs and went straight to the table. He poured a glass of water and pushed it in front of Feng Niange.

"You should also have thought about it. It's impossible for us people to be gathered in this villa for no reason-you and Guan Chen have nothing to do with the death of Shao Wanfeng, only you know best. "

"..."

"You can't guarantee that the punishment will fall on you in the next second. If you don't want the same end as Guan Chen, you should tell the truth, maybe there will be a turnaround."

The way he spoke was very much like interrogating suspects when he was a policeman before, and it was invisibly stressful.

Feng Niange met his indifferent and sharp gaze, with a cowardly expression, and he couldn't help but choke.

"Back then... Shao Wanfeng was deeply persecuted by public opinion, and Guan Chen and I... also participated."

As the saying goes, when an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent, and that's it.

Neither Pei Yi nor Huo Yinting spoke, they waited for Feng Niange to continue speaking.

“I was the most popular game anchor on the platform at the time, with millions of fans. When things came out, Guan Chen asked me to spread the words that Shao Wanfeng’s game caused death during the live broadcast, and guided fans to violence on the Internet. Late maple."

And out of her love and accommodation for Guan Chen, even if she didn't understand the truth, she still agreed with her conscience.

Huo Yinting seemed to realize something: "What happened later?"

"Later... Shao Wanfeng committed suicide, and the copyright of "Hell Mystery" was sold to Guan Chen's father's company and transformed into a new game."

In other words, Guan Chen used his girlfriend's popularity to create public opinion, and he was also one of the beneficiaries of Shao Wanfeng's death.

It's really a good way.

"In fact, the death of the depressed female student may have nothing to do with the game of "Hell Puzzle", and it has nothing to do with Shao Wanfeng."

"Yeah, how could I not understand?" Feng Niange raised her hand to wipe away her tears, her face pale as paper, "but the reason why the mistake was a mistake was that I made a choice at the time and did not consider morality and axioms. I don’t care about the real facts, otherwise would I still do it?"

A big mistake was made, and everything was irreparable, so Guan Chen had today's fate.

She may well be the next one.

Pei Yi glanced at Feng Niange, got up and left, Huo Yinting sighed, and originally wanted to leave, who knew that his wrist was tight and Feng Niange was caught.

"Miss Huo."

"Um."

Feng Niange kept watching Pei Yi's back until the other person went upstairs. The tears on the bottom of her eyes were not dry, but she seemed to have made a lot of determination, using a volume that only two of them could hear, and said in a low voice.

"I know I'm guilty, but..." She choked, "Even if you don't kill me, you can win."