absurd deduction game

Chapter 26 The netizens are face-to-face!
The ancestral hall has been reminded in blood on that line, in any case, after zero o'clock, no one can be allowed to enter the room.

Although this is called death, Xiao Xuechen still insists on this idea-everyone should have been reminded that Ju Lan went out under such circumstances and was chased and killed, so she and san can't be blamed.

If she chooses to open the window and let people in, the consequence may be that one implicates two, and she and san can't escape.

So...sorry.

Xiao Xuechen turned his head sideways and didn't look at Ju Lan's expression. The resentful gaze didn't make her feel scared or apologetic, but made her sigh lightly.

Some people... in their bones, they still like to leave their mistakes to others to bear the consequences.

"Yes, it's quite clever." Yu Xing exclaimed inexplicably, rolled his eyes, and even laughed.

His eyes swept across Ju Lan lightly, and the window against which he was holding his hand was being knocked loudly. His tone didn't fluctuate, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the villager with a hatchet getting closer and closer: "Stop knocking, we not open."

"Do you really have the patience!?" Ju Lan gritted her teeth, but the thing behind her was approaching. She glanced at the two people in the room angrily, turned and ran away in another direction crying.

Yu Xing stared at the two villagers without even looking at them, and just chased Ju Lan away in a state that was not like a living person.

The outside is finally clean.

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

Yu Xing retracted 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 still... I like the young lady who understands the overall situation~" Yu Xing leaned against the window and moved his wrist.

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

She remembered the dangerous temperament hidden by the handsome guy in front of her.

Those who like to take care of the overall situation... What if her answer just now was to open the window?
She guessed that san would still not be able to drive, and would throw her out after dawn.

"However, if the consequence of going out at night is to be chased by two humanoid monsters... it's not necessarily dead." Yu Xing, who didn't know that his image in Miss Yu's heart had completely gone wrong, continued.

"Mmmm... Yes, yes, there are many kinds of sacrifices that can help her hide." Xiao Xuechen hummed in a nasal voice, seemingly casually sitting on the bed Yu Xing had just slept on, "But look at Ju Lan. It looks like she has not experienced several deductions and has no sacrifice reserve."

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

After all, the village chief and the woman are still nearby, so maybe they will kill with a carbine.

The moonlight sprinkled on the desolation, lining the entire village with an inexplicable peacefulness - if you ignore the corpse monsters and ghosts that may appear at any time.

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

Need to run?
It should be needed.

Maybe the boss has a hard way, but she, a semi-rookie who has not yet been promoted to a high-level gamer, can only do her best to save her life.

After all, players at the three levels of beginner, intermediate, and advanced are often randomly assigned to the same game. The difference between the three levels is not too big. The only difference that can be made is the usage rate of sacrifices and the game experience.

What can really make a qualitative leap is the level after the advanced gamer, and she doesn't know much about it.

Xiao Xuechen considers himself a rookie who needs to learn a lot, and san... should be an advanced deducer, right?

After a while, just when Xiao Xuechen started to think that it would be embarrassing to not speak again, Yu Xing continued what he just said: "If she is strong enough, it will not be a problem to hold out until the cock crows in the morning."

"But she's not strong enough."

What Xiao Xuchen said was a bit ruthless, but it was true.

Sure enough, not long after, a woman's scream came from a distance.

Ju Lan seems to be caught.

Xiao Xuchen sighed again.

The deducer died... She has seen it a lot, and she no longer has the initial fear, and she will continue to see more in the future, she is 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 was dissatisfied to find that he really couldn't sleep tonight.

With this window in place, the village chief and the woman can push the window in when he is not ready and do whatever they want.

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

"Should we move something to block the window?" Xiao Xuechen thought of this floor after listening to the vanishing scream, and suggested again.

"Didn't you say it? The furnishings of this room... We don't move at all." Yu Xing sat down beside her generously and began to flip through the backpack, "I have a guess, if it is confirmed later, I can tell you. "

"Oh..." I don't know why!
Yu Xing took out his easel, it was a drawing box-type easel, it seemed that his character had ordered it himself before, it was very portable, and many tools were placed directly in the box: "Now I am curious, Carlos, where did he go?"

Oh yes.

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

According to the normal process, Carlos, who is not in the room, should be the first target of the ghosts in this village, but they didn't hear any movement at all. They can only say that Carlos concealed these ghosts and did other things.

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

When you fall asleep, no one is there.

Could this be the legend - the big change to the living?
Hope to see the full Carlos tomorrow.

"Well, what are you trying to do?" Xiao Xuchen looked at Yu Xing as he was about to paint, and suddenly became a little confused.

"I won't be able to sleep tonight, I'll paint a picture to pass the time." On the third day of the month, the moonlight made everything in his eyes cool, and he was rarely interested.

"Wow," Xiao Xuechen never imagined that the san, who was supposed to be a painter, actually really likes to draw. She probed to look at the tools, "Is it a sketch?"

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

"Oil painting!?" Xiao Xuchen didn't know much about art, she thought it would take a long time to paint a single oil painting.

"Just draw something, I'm too lazy to wait for it to do it." Yu Xing didn't mind Xiao Xuechen watching, he just did something on a whim to chase away the sleepiness.

He adjusted the height of the easel, put paintbrushes, drawing knives, palettes, pen wash containers and other objects on the bedside table, clipped the small oil can with spring leaf on the palette, and looked at it.

No drawing stick QAQ...

The drawing stick, also known as the wrist stick, is used to support the arm when painting. Yu Xing, a weak and lazy person, uses it every time he paints in reality.

"What are you going to draw? Uh... can you see it?" Xiao Xuchen was a little curious.

At night, there were no lights, and the light was terrifyingly dim, and she would be blind, let alone painting.

"I can see it, I can see it clearly." Yu Xing adjusted the color, looking at the deserted scenery outside the window and several houses nearby, the cold light reflected slightly in his eyes.

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

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

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

It's just... After about an hour or so, Yu Xing was painting, and there was an element of disharmony outside the window.

It was a head with half of the body attached to it.

Yu Xing is no stranger to that head, and I just saw it not long ago.

Eyeless.

The skin is pale.

Lips are purple.

...the corpse spots are conspicuous.

Someone...or a ghost, he stared at Yu Xing without blinking, his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but his lips couldn't be separated.

Yu Xing's hand paused, and he raised his eyebrows somewhat unexpectedly.

Xiao Xuechen, who noticed something was wrong, raised his head suddenly, and instantly met the face outside the glass, the face he had seen on the coffin face before.

Zhou Yongsheng!
"my God!"

This time across the window, she wasn't frightened too hard. Seeing Zhou Yongsheng standing there quietly, she didn't mean to hurt them, she just silently watched Yu Xing's painting, but instead she raised some doubts.

Is this a corpse or a ghost?

What does it come for, and to come in?
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, Yu Xing didn't say anything, and stayed in place - she wanted to stand in a position where she could close the window that was pushed open by the ghost, just in case.

"Yo, are you here?" Yu Xing put down his pen and wanted to stand up and approach, but saw Zhou Yongsheng, who was still, suddenly shaking his head eagerly and pointing at his easel.

"Want to see me paint?" Yu Xing guessed.

Zhou Yongsheng outside nodded.

Oh, he's a real fan?Yu Xing was really curious. Could it be that the words that this friend who died young said on the Internet that he was a fan were true feelings?
It's not easy, then what does he want to do when he tricks the idol into his own village?

Just for the idol to attend his funeral?
Yu Xing muttered a few words in his heart and picked up the pen again, but Zhou Yongsheng stopped moving again.

In this painting, he painted a real scene, not an abstract one. The whole scene on the canvas is the scenery outside the window, only the window frame is exposed below, and there is a curly-haired woman in the lower right corner holding a mobile phone and playing games.

The color is blue tones, very cold, very grotesque.

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

A flat-headed young man with a mediocre appearance, but with a smile on his face and neatly dressed, was slowly added to the center by him.

In the gloomy cold-colored paintings, only this young man is wrapped in warm colors and has no worries between his brows.

　No break! (_)No!

　　I'm late to write something, but it will be updated. Besides, I just saw it today—

　　I wish readers [hand picking broken stars] happy birthday~
　　
　
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