absurd deduction game.

Chapter 530 I really envy you like this

"It's definitely not there." Yu Xing sat down on the side of the bed with a very relaxed look, "I knew that I must be the first to be suspected. How could I bring back the evidence under such circumstances."

"What the hell is that book?" Zhao Yijiu wanted to ask a long time ago, he has never seen a dungeon item that can make an NPC lose his composure and spend such a long time investigating.

"You'll know when I get it back." Yu Xing smiled, and turned his gaze to Zhao Yijiu's table, "Anyway, the two of them probably won't come up for a while, tell me first, at the office door What did you hear?"

The curtains of the dormitory had been drawn when they left, and the room was dimly lit by a common area light.

Zhao Yijiu recounted what he heard almost word by word without omitting, because he was afraid that some important points in the original words would be overlooked by the content he summed up.

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"Why is it not good-looking?"

Downstairs in the dormitory supervisor's duty room, the dorm supervisor held up a half-finished wood carving and put it in front of Zhao Mou and Wen Qinghuai. Her slender fingers pointed to the position of the eyes on the carved baby's head: "Look here, it will break if I go down immediately." .”

Wen Qinghuai looked at the woodcarving. Indeed, the workmanship was very rough, and the sculptor was not familiar. In some places, he couldn't even tell that it was carved with a carving knife. It was more like the result of violently digging with nails.

"What do we need to do for you?" Zhao Mou quickly entered the role after accepting the reality. At this time, the dorm manager was still sitting on her chair, while he and Wen Qinghuai stood aside.

It was the first time for them to enter the duty room. The duty room didn't look big from the outside until they entered it. This "not big" was really biased.

It's just uncomfortably small here.

"I want to make a perfect wood carving, you see, just do it according to this." The housekeeper opened his cabinet and took out a fluffy thing from it. The two recognized that it was poked by the housekeeper at noon wool felt.

This wool felt is the same size as half of the wooden carving in the hands of the female dormitory. The baby's face is lifelike. In addition to the head, there is also a small malnourished body attached to it, with its limbs curled up and wrinkled in its arms. Together, this is a deformity.

"How about this, I'll re-sculpt the outline, you guys get acquainted with the baby's appearance, can you help me sculpt the face later?" She said, involuntarily stuffing the wool felt baby into Wen Qinghuai's hands.

"..." Wen Qinghuai only felt that the stuffed thing was covered with hairs, and it felt a little creepy to the touch. The hairs seemed to be wriggling in the palm of his hand, and there was even an illusion that they were growing and taking root, which was even more disgusting than it looked.

After the hostess gave them the things, she lowered her head and re-carved her things on a piece of wood. She seemed to be concentrating on it, and didn't care what the two standing people planned to observe.

Anyway, her task has already been issued, and there is a posture that I don't care about the process and only care about the result.

The carving knife scraped against the wood, making a rustling sound. Zhao Mou remembered that what he heard when they approached just now was not this kind of sound, but the sound of gnawing on the wood. I took a look there, and I always felt that when they appeared in the duty room, the female housekeeper was eating wood with her teeth...

But the side profile of the hostess was very quiet, her mouth was delicately painted with colored lipstick, her lips were closed, and her teeth could not be seen.

While thinking about it, from the corner of Zhao Mou's eyes, he suddenly saw Wen Qinghuai holding the fur baby and taking a few steps back, trying to put the wool felt baby into his hands. He put his hands back vigilantly, and mouthed: "Don't try to dump it on me."

Wen Qinghuai sighed.

The two had no choice but to lean back together, keeping a safe distance from the female dormitory, and their legs touched the bed that the female dormitory placed in the corner of the room.

He said in a low voice, "This wool felt just... pokes pretty well."

Zhao Mou probed to look at it for a while, then nodded in agreement with this sentence.

The wool felt is poked very soulfully, and the baby's eyes are pasted with black translucent hard objects of unknown materials, which look dark and gloomy. When they look at the baby wool felt, they will have the feeling that the baby is also looking at them.

"It's no wonder that the dormitory's elder sister is not good at carving. Wool felt and wood carving are just two opposite processes." Wen Qinghuai knew that the female dormitory could hear them, so she had to try to say something useful, "Wool felt is made from scratch. Yes, poke the wool on it bit by bit. If there is not enough wool, you can add wool, and if there is too much wool, you can pick out the wool. Wood carving is from nothing to nothing. When determining the outline, you must carve carefully and cut off a piece of leftover material. Maybe the whole outline is useless."

He didn't know if Zhao Mou understood this knowledge, so half of it was for Zhao Mou, and half was for the hostess.

"You know how to carve—" the hostess interrupted as expected, sounding a little happy.

"These are just common sense." Wen Qinghuai smiled modestly, but said the words more straightforwardly.

Zhao Moudao: "Student Wen Te is very good, but unfortunately I am not proficient in carving. I will help Wen Te later."

As a young intelligence-gathering expert, how could he not know that Wen Qinghuai's real occupation is a sculptor.

The source of this information was provided by Yu Xing. Yu Xing guessed Wen Qinghuai’s related experiences through the stone statues in the hall during the Alice Hell deduction. After the deduction ended, Wen Qinghuai did not hide it from Yu Xing. He admitted it own profession.

It can be said that the punishment of the female hostess happened to be in the hands of professionals.

"That's great, I'm going to have a perfect baby sculpture soon." The housekeeper happily turned her head and smiled at them. Zhao Mou's eyes flashed behind the lens, and he noticed her motionless legs.

Wen Qinghuai was in charge of carving, so he had to take this opportunity to get some information back. At that moment, Zhao Mou began to look around carefully, looking for everything that should not appear here.

The orange-yellow lamp was placed on the bedside table. There were pieces of peeling off the wall, and the corners of the wooden bed were uneven, exposing tiny potholes.

Opposite the bed was an iron shelf, on which were several books and more miscellaneous items, most of which were common items and very plain.

Apart from these, the only furniture in the room was the two-piece table and chair set that the female dorm manager was using. The table had its own drawers, and I don't know what was inside.

These things filled the small room. After he and Wen Qinghuai came in, there was not much room for movement. The only feeling was cramped and crowded.

So small...why so small?
Zhao Mou questioned this.

Not only is it small but also very dilapidated. According to the era of this dungeon, the school should be in a relatively new stage, and their dormitory is very clean. Why is the living condition of the school staff in the same building worse than that of the students? so much.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you now." The voice of the hostess interrupted Zhao Mou's observation, only to see that the hostess could be said to have carved out the outline quickly. Good facial features.

Zhao Mou had a flash of inspiration, and before the dorm steward handed the wood carving to Wen Qinghuai, he asked: "Sculpture requires a steady hand, and standing is definitely not enough. Can the dorm steward give him the seat for a while?"

Wen Qinghuai understood, and said cooperatively: "This table is quite suitable, let me sit for a while, sister in charge, I promise I can carve you beautifully."

The two just wanted the female housekeeper to move their butt off the chair.

No matter how you look at it, there is something wrong, she seems to be rooted in the chair, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she grows on it.

The hostess hesitated for two seconds, as if she was moved by Wen Qinghuai's words that the carvings were beautiful, and after a while she unexpectedly nodded in agreement.

"Okay then, you sit here."

As she spoke, she moved the chair back with her legs propped up, and then stood up on the spot.

The lady's elegant skirt dragged to the ground, covering her feet. The hostess moved her legs and walked from the side of the chair to where the two were standing. think.

It's not the butt that is rooted on the chair, but the "feet" under the skirt is rooted on the ground...

Naturally, Wen Qinghuai also saw this scene. There was nothing unusual about him on the surface. He took the wood carvings and tools and sat on the wooden chair of the dormitory.

He no longer needed to hold the woolen felt, the woolen felt baby was naturally placed on the table top, probably because the woolen felt itself was too round, after Wen Qinghuai put it down, it rolled over and turned into a face in his side-lying position.

It's like... as if he is very interested in Wen Qinghuai's next sculpture.

The engraving tool for the female hostess is only a carving knife, which logically does not meet the real carving needs, but Wen Qinghuai is a professional, he carefully adjusted the angle of the carving knife, and quickly carved lifelike facial features on the baby's face , looks very similar to wool felt.

Zhao Mou was almost standing shoulder to shoulder with the dormitory steward, and he could feel a deadly coldness from the sleeves of the thin school uniform shirt, and while he was listening carefully, he seemed to hear the sound coming from under the dormitory steward's skirt. Hardly perceptible crawling sounds.

Nibbling marks, crawling... Potholes on the wooden bed, damage to the wall...

These phenomena are connected together, and an answer emerges in front of Zhao Mou.

mouse.

There were traces of rats everywhere in the room of the dorm manager.

And these rats are probably hiding under the female host's skirt, or, the female host herself is the incarnation of a mouse or a group of mice!
Thinking of this, Zhao Mou felt goosebumps all over Zhao Mou's body when he went to see the female dorm manager with a sweet smile.

Although this is just a guess, generally speaking, his guess is pretty close, but there is no critical evidence that can prove this guess.

Zhao Mou suddenly felt a little envious of Yu Xing's ability to do things, but if the person standing here is Yu Xing, he might be able to lift his skirt directly.

It's a pity that Yu Xing is sure that he can escape after doing bad things, but he is not very good.

"Sister Su Guan, why are you so persistent in wanting to carve a baby?" Wen Qinghuai carved the facial features steadily and quickly with his hands, and the sawdust brushed down, while still having the energy to focus his attention to formulate information.

This question was actually similar to Yu Xing's, but the hostess did not answer Yu Xing at that time, but changed the topic.

Seeing that the woodcarving is about to be successful, the housekeeper no longer hides it, and puts her hands on her chest with a smile on her face: "This is my husband."

Wen Qinghuai paused, and together with Zhao Mou, his expression became strange.

They guessed that it was a child, but they never connected the deformed baby with the husband of the housekeeper.

"Why is your husband...?" Zhao Mou didn't quite understand, is it a baby?Is it woodcarving?Is it a deformity?As long as each option is connected with the word husband, it becomes incompatible.

"You don't understand." The hostess showed a strange happy expression. Zhao Mou tried to analyze this expression by analyzing the expression of human beings, but got an even stranger answer - she was not happy.

In other words, the female housekeeper who talked about this issue at this moment didn't want to smile, but something deeply embedded in her nerves made her form a conditioned reflex.

His intuition told him that he couldn't continue to ask, this was not a good time, and if he continued to ask, he might trigger the condition of the dormitory to kill.

He waited silently for Wen Qinghuai to finish carving.

But the tiny crawling sound never stopped after hearing it once, constantly renewing the sense of existence in his ears.

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"Isabella, are my eyes pretty?"

In the girls' dormitory, which was shoulder to shoulder with the boys' dormitory, Qu Lianqing was half-sitting on his bed, with a pale face in front of him.

There are no whites in the large eyes, and the eyeballs take up all the space, making the owner of these eyes look like an insect with a human face... something like a spider.

"It's beautiful." Qu Yanqing was very calm. She looked at the girl who had more than half of her body lying in front of her, and leaned back slightly to prevent this face from approaching her. "It's as beautiful as in the morning."

"Then do my hands look good?" The girl shrank back and raised her limbs—the sleeves of her school uniform shirt were empty, but four sharp spider legs covered in hard shells protruded from the hem of the shirt.

At the root of one of the thinner spider legs, a red armband was tied.

"Looks good." Qu Yanqing still replied in a calm tone, "It seems that you are very slender."

"Hee hee, is that right? But why is no one willing to talk to me?" The girl with the red armband who had turned into half a spider had a puzzled expression, and she also had some doubts about Qu Lianqing's answer.

The other two roommates drew the curtain of the cubicle early, turned on the small light and tried their best to read, and also tried their best to block the sound from here.

They all knew that this roommate was no longer human.

The roommate who once turned into a red armband and started to domineering has become a terrifying species like those invisible things in evening study. Even the teacher allowed her not to go to class, on the surface saying that she is too tired to be sympathetic In fact, she was imprisoned in the dormitory, waiting to die.

Qu Yanqing said: "I don't know what they think, but you are asking me, I think you are still so beautiful and slender."

"I really envy you like this."

(End of this chapter)