Chapter 20: on schedule

"You!"

Zhong Yirou quickly picked up the book on the ground and held it in her arms with an unbelievable look, "This is only the third day..."

How can one or two be so obsessed with the number of days.

“Yes.” An Wujiu replied softly.

"Is it still?" Zhong Yirou walked up to him, suddenly found something keenly, looked at An Wujiu's face, then turned to look at Shen Ti, "What the **** did you do to him last night? , he has changed back!"

How did you find out?

An Wujiu also turned to look at Shen Ti.

"Guess what?" Shen Ti deliberately stretched out the hand that was being chained, and took out An Wujiu's left hand along the way.

Zhong Yirou made a move to pinch herself, but found that her nails were too long and would hurt when pinched, so she gave up.

Seeing her reaction so big, An Wujiu understands something, and starts to explain slowly, "You misunderstood..."

Shen Ti smiled and cut off An Wujiu's words, "It's not what you think, we are innocent, really."

The misunderstanding was not that big, but the explanation seems to be even more wrong.

"I believe, I believe." Zhong Yirou laughed dryly, trying her best not to add scenes and actions they didn't say in her mind.

"By the way, I almost forgot my business." Zhong Yirou threw the book on the sofa on the porch and said to them, "I was here to call you just now, and they are waiting in the conference room now. ."

An Wujiu immediately asked, "What happened last night?"

Zhong Yirou walked in front and led them out. After listening, she turned her head and said, "It's Christmas Eve so far, so it's up to you two."

The people who gathered in the conference room were sitting around a long oval table, with different expressions, and Yang Ming was the heaviest.

An Wujiu noticed that the cult suspect Liu Chengwei was not here, maybe Yang Ming thought he didn't deserve to appear at all, or maybe he was afraid of him meeting with An Wujiu.

After the three entered, Yang Ming's eyes were always on An Wujiu, and naturally he found the handcuffs between him and Shen Ti.

"What's the matter with you?" Yang Ming's tone was not good.

Shen Ti raised his hand connected to An Wujiu, and said casually, "I went to his room last night."

Yang Ming frowned, "What are you doing in his room?"

"What else can I do?" Shen Ti smiled, pulled An Wujiu to sit in the remaining empty seat, and placed his hand directly on the table, "This cult thing, The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and I wanted to find someone to sleep with me."

"My room 7, I can only go to An Wu Jiao's room 5 or your room 1 last night. I thought about it, go to your room, you must think I am a cult I’m coming to kill you, no, I’ll go to An Wu Jiu’s place.”

What he said was extremely indecent, and Yang Ming didn't believe a single word.

But An Wujiu said, "I asked for it."

Although he didn't know why he suddenly became so strange, like a complete villain, but since he has created a bad impression on others, returning politely seems to only aggravate himself body doubts.

Have come this far, and have to continue.

So An Wujiu tried his best to pretend to be the way he was before, afraid of stammering, so he could only slow down his speech, but instead it gave the illusion of being confident.

"I don't know why Shen Ti suddenly ran to my room. I guess he was suspicious of me. I was afraid that I would do anything at night, so I simply exchanged a pair of handcuffs. He was worried, They were tied together. But this system is too unkind, the keys have to be exchanged separately and the stock is out of stock, so we can only bind them together like this.”

"It's that simple."

After he finished, Shen Ti turned his head to stare at him.

Study so quickly.

But An Wu Jiu didn't look at him, looked at Yang Ming calmly.

Yang Ming is skeptical.

No one spoke, Wu You took the initiative to talk about what happened last night, "I kept staring at Liu Chengwei last night, and only squinted for a while in the middle of the night. When the hypnotic gas came out, he didn't close his eyes. I've been struggling, I don't know if you can hear his voice, the hypnotic gas doesn't work for him. Why don't you go and see now? You should still be able to see the traces of the struggle on the sofa."

"No need." Yang Ming said solemnly.

Ueno whispered: "By the way... Shall we take a look at the health bars of Shen Ti and An Wujiu."

An Wujiu didn't say much, just clicked the health bar that was put away by default from the panel, and one soon appeared above his head. He didn't bleed.

Shen Ti is the same.

Zhong Yirou saw this, raised her eyebrows and leaned back on the chair, "Does this mean that our tactics last night were effective, no one lost blood, Liu Chengwei is really a cult. "

Yang Ming was silent and did not respond immediately.

Liu Chengwei's secret crush is Zhong Yirou, the object of his Yang Ming's curse. It's not surprising that Liu Chengwei betrayed himself for this full seven points.

Even if Liu Chengwei is his red line, it is only two points.

An Wu Jiu was looking at Yang Ming's face at the moment.

Yang Ming would not decide so quickly, he knew this very well.

People like him who have low self-esteem all the year round and always gain power, have a strong rebellious mentality, and scoff at the opinions imposed by others, and only their own ideas can be regarded as the standard.

"Not necessarily."

An Wujiu opened his mouth, his right fingers pretended to be knocking on the table, trying to pretend to be like before, slowly said, "It's also possible that the cultists saw everyone aiming the knife at Liu Chengwei. , it's not necessarily a matter of putting the blame on him?"

Old Yu thought of that day when he saw An Wu Jiu stuffing Liu Chengwei with his own eyes, he couldn't help frowning, "In order to frame the blame, give up a chance to kill?"

"What's the matter?" An Wujiu's expression was very calm, different from before, but it made people horrified.

"If I were a cultist, I might even choose to commit suicide on the first day. The chance of killing is nothing, as long as it can disturb the people on the field and let everyone kill each other, the cultists themselves Do you want to do it?"

As soon as these words came out, the people at the round table couldn't help but look at Yang Ming.

"What do you mean?" Yang Ming's eyes were grim, "In order to exonerate Liu Chengwei, you dare to pour dirty water directly on me, the only victim?"

The contents of the discarded note, he remembered clearly.

"Just an example. Don't be so nervous."

Probably because An Wu Jiu couldn't pretend to be crazy like before, he could only say these words with an expressionless face, instead he looked like an extremely calm lunatic.

Yang Ming didn't want to fall into the trap of An Wujiu's words, he said to the others, "No one with only two lives would choose to commit suicide, there is no need for me to say such a simple truth, you guys You should know."

After speaking, he took out the discarded waste paper from his suit pocket and threw it in front of everyone.

"This is the reason why An Wujiu is desperately trying to clear Liu Chengwei's crime, let's take a look."

Just know.

An Wujiu was prepared, or Yang Ming's disclosure of the note was also part of his plan.

Fortunately, Yang Ming didn't bring Liu Chengwei out, otherwise there would be a little trouble.

Zhong Yirou glanced at it, then looked at Shen Ti, "You mean, this was written by An Wujiu?"

An Wujiu didn't smile, just said lightly, "How do you prove that this is me? With a piece of paper? You might be able to write dozens of them yourself."

"Apart from you, who else would write with their left hand?" Yang Ming sneered.

"OK."

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Feeling that Yang Ming's suspicions about Liu Chengwei had been convinced, An Wujiu was enough, staring at Yang Ming with a pair of dark eyes, and said a conclusion that seemed to give up, "Whatever you want."

Impossible to refute at the right time will make the other party more convinced of their point of view.

No one can fight him anyway.

An Wujiu expressed his dissatisfaction with Yang Ming by "leaving angrily", and took away Shen Ti who was reading the note.

Going forward, An Wu Jiu recalls every step of his plan.

Some deviations, but almost done.

What I want to do, what I don't want to do, I finally do it.

until Shen Ti grabbed him.

"Where are you going?" He craned his neck and tilted his head, reaching for a room near them, the piano room, "Take a break, I didn't sleep well, I'm exhausted already."

He pushed open the door of the piano room and pulled An Wujiu in.

Facing Shen Ti, An Wu Jiu didn't pretend to be another face, it was a little cute.

"Why didn't you sleep well? Isn't it forced sleep?"

"There is something in my heart, I woke up too early. You can't wake up anyway."

He also called An Wujiu twice, but he didn't respond, his forehead was covered in sweat, Shen Ti thought he was not feeling well, and thought if he was really sick in bed, wouldn't he want to stay in bed with him? all day.

Shen Ti walked to the piano, his free hand lifted the dusty lid, and his fingers tapped on the black keys. The piano made a somber sound.

Looking at the piano, An Wu Jiu also reached out and touched it, and finally couldn't help sitting on the piano bench.

Seeing that he seemed to be playing the piano, Shen Ti also sat down and stood beside him.

“You don’t believe in cultists.” An Wujiu put his injured right hand on the keys and played a few notes, “But you can’t figure out why Yang Ming lost blood, so he has to I am the most suspicious suspect."

Shen Ti didn't answer his question directly, he lowered his eyes, and put his hands on the keys, learning every step without blame, pressing the keys.

"You can play the piano?" Shen Ti thought and asked another question.

An Wu Jiu didn't know whether he should say yes or no, he didn't have any memory of learning to play the piano, but the moment he put his hand on it, he seemed to know what to do subconsciously.

"Can't you?"

Although his own problem was thrown back, Shen Ti was not annoyed and smiled, "Yes, I won't. I haven't touched it at all, this is not only done by people in the upper class. your business?"

An Wujiu did not respond, he played with one hand, the speed was getting faster and faster, but unexpectedly, Shen Ti also learned very fast, and gradually almost caught up with him.

Notes gradually merge.

If he didn't lie, then this person's learning speed is too anti-human.

Shen Ti did not continue to ask questions, he knew that An Wujiu would not tell him the answer, what's more, he wanted the fun of finding the answer by himself.

One song after another, An Wu Jiu became more and more confused about his own memory. So the faster and faster, the more aggressive.

The sound of the piano did not stop abruptly until the holy sound.

"Please note, player Wu You challenged player Liu Chengwei."

Pause for a second.

An Wujiu continued to play again nonchalantly.

"He only has three lives." Shen Ti teased An Wugui, "Didn't you want everyone to live to the end?"

"When I first came in, I was a kind little angel, so you're so cruel?"

An Wujiu didn't stop playing the piano, just said lightly: "Only the righteousness can survive."

The piano room and the duel threshold are separated from the living room by a long corridor, but in the gap between the notes, screams and insults can still be faintly heard. Mixed together, An Wu Jiao couldn't help but feel a little pity.

But the voice gradually overlapped with the scene of Liu Chengwei and Ueno shoving the bread into his mouth.

It overlaps with the image of him beating himself to the death.

Sure enough, only silent pain can not get sympathy.

An Wujiu's fingers were constantly flying on the keys, as if trying to drown out the sound outside, so it got faster and faster. I don't know if it's an illusion or reality, the screams seem to be gradually disappearing.

He stretched out a hand and put it on An Wugui's heart.

An Wujiu looked at him suspiciously.

"Your conscience tells me that it is a little uneasy now." Shen Ti said solemnly.

After speaking, the hand on his chest patted again.

"Be honest, don't jump around."

What is this person doing? It actually commanded the hearts of others.

An Wujiu took a deep breath and stood up.

The time for three consecutive duels is actually not long. For Liu Chengwei's already injured state, one-to-many can't last long.

"This game is not a role-playing game," he looked at Shen Ti, "You are not a detective either, there is no point in finding the real murderer, everyone here is a murderer."

Shen Ti also followed and walked forward with him.

"Who says it doesn't make sense?"

An Wujiu stopped and stared at Shen Ti's face.

"Do you want to know the truth?"

Shen Ti did not respond immediately, it was already counted as an answer.

This match was originally the last match in Shen Ti's heart. He just wanted to resist passively, but he didn't expect such a person to appear.

A person who makes Shen Ti want to compete with him.

An Wujiu finally smiled, "Come on."

Shen Ti was stunned for a while, until An Wujiu opened the door of the piano room.

At the door is Wu You who came back from the duel threshold. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and the sleeves of his old coat were cut open, revealing a not-so-slight wound.

Liu Chengwei only had one health bar left in the last round of duel, he didn't go, and he didn't need to go.

Shen Ti was about to ask him if it was over, when he heard the holy voice announce the result.

"The player Liu Chengwei died, the health bar was cleared, and the game failed."

Wu You, one of the parties, was unusually calm, he raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked at An Wujiu and Shen Ti.

"I will remove the handcuffs, I will help you."

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