absurd deduction game

Chapter 27 Is the memory still there?

The motionless ghost outside the window, and the person painting gracefully inside the window, a silent and wonderful tacit understanding spread, making Xiao Xuchen gradually calm down.

She has seen ghosts that don't hurt people. In deduction games, the distorted order and rules can often give rise to products that contain cause and effect, between reason and chaos.

Ghosts are the most representative.

Whether they have resentment and evil thoughts, or hope and persistence, is only determined by the truth, not the state of existence.

Zhou Yongsheng... is probably a ghost with a high level of thinking ability.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too comfortable, or maybe it was because of his inner trust in the strength of his teammates. Xiao Xuechen was playing with his mobile phone, not knowing when he was too tired to sit on Yu Xing's bed, and he didn't know why he fell asleep.

She lay carelessly on the bed sheet, the hard wood made her back hurt, and her legs were still on the ground. Yu Xing sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at her calmly.

Is that still the case...

No matter who it is, no matter how dangerous the place is, as long as you are close to him at night, will you fall asleep?

His physical condition has begun to affect others in recent years...

The brush paused slightly, and Yu Xing concealed the coldness in his eyes.

It's time to solve it quickly, otherwise, one day he will no longer even have a chance to solve the problem.

……

The long night is twilight, and the dawn is fluttering.

Before the first ray of sky light seeped in from the top of the mountain, a loud and penetrating rooster croak started out of nowhere and quickly spread to every corner of Guanjia Village.

Yu Xing squinted, the painting on his hand was almost finished, and it was only five o'clock, earlier than he expected.

He put down the pen, shook his sore arm, rubbed his waist twice, and by the way, he felt a wave of distress for his butt, which had been sitting on the hardwood bed for several hours, and finally stood up.

Zhou Yongsheng's bloody reminder indicated everything before the cock crows, that is to say, no matter what kind of curses or rules there are at night, it doesn't count from this moment on.

The other party has been obediently standing outside the window as a "model" for him in the second half of the night. With it, the village chief and the woman did not come to ask for trouble.

Pushing open the window, Yu Xing supported his body with his elbows, with his forearms resting on the edge of the window, and looked at Zhou Yongsheng's terrifying face up close: "Since you have good intentions, then you brought me here... What is your wish? Woolen cloth?"

Zhou Yongsheng opened his eyes wide, his lips forced several times, and finally parted, it made a difficult but still audible sound: "The cock crows...before...I can't say...the words, I hope... Can you... save me and end... all of this."

Save you and end this?
Yu Xing's expression changed, it was obviously a question, but his tone was very positive: "The key point is the funeral."

"!" Zhou Yongsheng's excited expression proved Yu Xing's right. However, it didn't take long for it to droop its head, and the broken neck suddenly fell to one side out of control. Yu Xing could see that the other party was expressing frustration, but Is this effect...

Only showed horror.

"I said...not too much, soon...it will be dawn, you must...help...help me, I have to...go." The other party raised his head again and glanced at him reluctantly. "You are really... my... favorite painting... home, I... didn't lie to you."

Saying that, its figure began to fade. Obviously, it was not the coffin lying in the ancestral hall, but a ghost that returned from the first seven.

Morning light has come.

"Wait." Yu Xing stopped it.

He turned around and turned the easel over: "Come, take a look at the results of one night."

Zhou Yongsheng looked over hesitantly.

In the painting, the background is eerie and gloomy, as if it can evoke deep fear in the hearts of the people, and the flat-headed young man in the center of the painting... is like a sunshine school that is out of tune with this, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The way you are alive is what I guessed based on the appearance of the corpse. How is it, right?"

"Like...thank you...you." Zhou Yongsheng's already stiff rotten flesh moved, trying to pull out a curve that couldn't actually be seen unless he looked closely. bowed.

After that, it disappeared into the morning light that finally broke into the mountain and slanted in.

Yu Xing watched it disappear lightly, and finally closed the window and turned around.

he……

Sleepy.

really sleepy.

It's only five o'clock, and the crisis has been lifted again, and now he just wants to catch up.

Ignoring Xiao Xuechen who occupied his bed, he walked towards the other bed.

……

Um, where am I?
Seems like a dark dream...

Amidst the slight pain in his back, Xiao Xuechen woke up and opened his eyes in a daze.

however--

When she opened her eyes, it was not her exquisitely decorated and luxurious bedroom, nor the sofa where the company rested, but a dilapidated, dimly lit small room.

It woke her up all of a sudden.

She struggled to get up, the jacket slipped off her, she pinched the corner of the jacket, and quickly tried to make a reasonable line.

How did she fall asleep?How dare she fall asleep under such circumstances! ?
By the way, san helped her put it on, I really have to thank him... blah blah blah, that's not the point, the point is is she crazy and fell asleep when the ghosts will come at any time!
The toe of the shoe is a little on the ground, and her eyes are mixed emotions of shock and confusion.

It was already dawn outside. Although it was not obvious in Guanjia Village, the faint voices from outside the window made it clear to her that many people got up.

The time on the phone screen told her that it was eight in the morning.

There was an easel next to her. The painting on it was not dry yet. The style of the painting was quite strange. She was stunned when she saw it, and then admired San's painting skills.

Speaking of san...Xiao Xuechen looked at the other bed subconsciously, and saw that san was sleeping soundly with his back to her.

Last night, he stayed there all night... She was a little embarrassed, she couldn't sleep even if she agreed, but she fell down so fast, it was inappropriate.

She really didn't understand why she fell asleep and didn't even hear the cock crow that had probably already appeared.

It was an accident.

She was thinking when suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"!?" The experience last night made her instinctively tense up.

"Are you still sleeping? Young man, little girl, it's incredible, another little girl who came with you is dead!" The village chief's voice came from outside the door. Strangely, the village chief's voice was very normal this time, as if Can't remember what happened last night.

"Understood, let's go and see right away." It was not Xiao Xuchen who answered the village chief, but San, who she always thought was sleeping, but was awake.

Yu Xing also only woke up for a few minutes. With a hoarse voice, he rolled over from the bed and said to Xiao Xuechen, "Now we can leave the room. Let's go out to wash our faces and see what's going on at the scene."

The scene he was referring to was the place where Ju Lan died.

At this time, Guanjia Village was different from that at night. Before he left the house, he saw several people dressed as villagers passing by, all of them looking in a hurry and gossiping.

None of them took candles.

Farther away, the topic of "someone died" was discussed loudly and unscrupulously by the villagers, and spread to Yu Xing's ears. He rubbed his forehead: Very good, there is something about the middle-aged and elderly people downstairs in the community gossip about the neighborhood committee.

The news of the death has been spread on such a large scale, it is necessary for Yu Xing to take a look.

What he wanted to see was not how Ju Lan died, but the attitude of the villagers and how they handled the corpse.

After adjusting his mental state, the sleepiness on Yu Xing's face faded, and he swayed to the door and opened it.

The village chief was standing outside the door, with a hint of anxiety on his face: "Come and have a look, sigh, it's your companion anyway, don't be too sad..."

It's normal at this time.

Yu Xing didn't miss the slightest expression on the village chief's face, he looked behind the village chief: "Where's Auntie?"

"She went to make breakfast for you." The village chief pointed to the kitchen.

"It's so hard." Yu Xing laughed, "Uncle village chief, use the kitchen sink to wash your face."

He said and walked towards the kitchen.

Xiao Xuechen quickly followed, she also wanted to see the woman's reaction.

In the kitchen, the woman was making a bowl of millet porridge, and this time there was no candle beside her.

But then again, lighting candles during the day is really unnecessary.

Seeing the two come in, the woman greeted kindly: "It's almost done, wait a moment."

...it will be normal once the day comes and forget what happened at night?
Xiao Xuchen followed Yu Xing to pick up water from the faucet to wash his face, and secretly looked into the woman's eyes.

Last night, San stabbed the woman in one eye with a dagger. She had to see if there was any wound.

Under her gaze, the woman made the hot millet porridge, and finally turned her whole face around.

On the woman's right eye, a scar that hadn't been seen yesterday spreads a short distance vertically, making the originally ordinary appearance a little more sinister.

Yu Xing also saw it. He widened his eyes and asked with concern, "Auntie, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"I didn't know what to do when I slept last night, maybe I bumped into something, and it happened early this morning." The woman also looked a little confused, "Come on, have some porridge first, I heard that one of your friends had an accident. Do you have to check it out later?"

"Yeah, I have to go." Yu Xing raised his chin to Xiao Xuechen with a bowl, and gestured to go out.

When they got to the yard, the village chief disappeared, and it seemed that he went outside to participate in gossip.

Yu Xing lowered his head and drank a mouthful of millet porridge, feeling his stomach warm and his body feeling a lot more comfortable.

"This is--" Xiao Xuechen became anxious and her voice became louder. She quickly reacted and lowered her voice, "This is made by ghosts, how dare you drink it?"

"It's delicious." Yu Xing took another sip with satisfaction, which made Xiao Xuechen sigh uncontrollably.

Seriously, does it matter whether it's good to drink or not?The point is that ghosts do it!

"The villagers behave normally during the day, and they don't seem to be a group of guys who will drag hatchets and axes all over the village to chase and kill people at night." Yu Xing asked a new question, "So, miss, guess what? Does the thing have any memory of the night?"

"It shouldn't be, you see, this woman doesn't even remember that you poked her eyes, and she made you such a delicious millet porridge." Xiao Xuechen didn't touch the millet porridge, she couldn't pass the psychological barrier.

Yu Xing: "Well, it makes sense, if you don't remember..."

Just then, the woman came out of the kitchen.

She looked at the two who were chatting, and walked over with a smile: "Did the little girl sleep cold last night?"

"I'll bring you a thick quilt, but you don't even want it."

(End of this chapter)