There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 14 The relationship between the sauce and drying
When Xu Shuo pushed the dining car out of the elevator, he happened to meet the painter who was walking over.

Wearing a beige suspender skirt and a beret, the sweet girl smiled at him, holding the picture book prop in her hand, which looked like an inseparable body.

"Good morning, are you going to deliver breakfast to Master Guo?" the girl asked after greeting her.

"Yes." Xu Shuo nodded, and pushed the dining car out of the elevator.

"Then I'll go with you." The girl hugged the drawing book and followed him in two or three steps.

Xu Shuo glanced at her sideways and didn't say anything. Miss Painter glanced at the breakfast on the dining car, but asked again, "Can I have some first?"

"Your breakfast is below." Xu Shuo said.

The girl turned her head and looked in the direction of the hall, and a disgusted expression immediately appeared on her sweet face: "Forget it, I don't want to go there now to see how that woman is putting on airs, I hate this kind of woman who likes to show her sense of superiority the most." people."

Xu Shuo didn't say a word. The inner personalities of these three women are really different, and their genes gave them a perfect appearance.

The two walked into the second corridor that turned left, and arrived at the room in the deepest part of the corridor that overflowed with a gloomy atmosphere. The master bedroom where the corpse was lying did not feel so gloomy.

"Master, I brought you breakfast." Xu Shuo stepped forward and knocked on the door.

But as always, there was no response. In the past, this kind of drama was staged every now and then, and Mr. Guo had to come and call him to eat.

But now, Mr. Guo is dead.

Xu Shuo pressed the doorknob, but the inside was locked, and he couldn't open it, so he knocked on the door several times.

Ok, the process is over.

Meaning, just go through the character plot. Xu Shuo didn't continue to persuade the autistic boy to come out for dinner. He put down the dining car and planned to hand over the task to the housekeeper.

But at this time, the girl next to him suddenly knocked on the door and shouted, "Master Guo, it's bad for your stomach if you don't eat breakfast."

Not long after the words fell, the door of the room opened quickly with a click. The thin young man with long hair and full of melancholy looked at the person at the door, and pursed his bloodless lips.

Then he looked at Xu Shuo again, and stretched out his hand towards the dining table.

Xu Shuo pushed the dining cart a little, and the young man directly pulled the dining cart into the room, and then closed the door smoothly.

"Girls are indeed very lethal." Xu Shuo smiled inexplicably, turned and walked out.

"I think so too." Miss Painter nodded in agreement. She followed up with the painting book and said, "For people with deep depression, the reason to continue living in this world is because there is still a light."

When she said this, she still looked a little proud.

"It makes sense, so what do you want to reveal to me?" Xu Shuo looked at her.

"After all, this is a scripted game world, not the real world we are in. I don't want to be stuck here forever." The girl pouted.

"Well, what then?" Xu Shuo remained calm.

The two went down the stairs and walked to the restaurant. The girl looked at him and continued, "As far as I know, a script kill can be completed by restoring the truth of the story to the greatest extent possible."

"Not to find the murderer?"

"But some scripts don't even have a murderer at all. What are you looking for? The real gameplay should be to restore the complete story step by step while chasing the murderer."

The girl thought about it and said: "Master Guo is depressed because of his mother's suicide, but it's not just that. I think he should know a lot about the cause of Mr. Guo's death this time. If you start investigating from him will be better."

Her voice was neither loud nor small, and she was talking while walking, and the second half was just caught by three people at the dining table.

The photographer immediately turned his head to look over, and smiled gently: "What are you talking about?"

"You're talking about this script, what are you talking about?" The painter girl pulled out her chair and sat down, eating her own breakfast while looking at the other three.

"Sister Zhan is talking about the altered version." Tan Xiaohe said with a smile.

"It just so happens that everyone is here, let's exchange information. If you want to leave this world, you have to finish this game." Zhan Qian said with a flat face. I don't know what they said just now. It is rare for this woman to accept Some haughty attitude.

"Is there another person?" The painter girl looked around and asked suddenly.

There are a total of six players who have entered the game. Taking advantage of this time, they can just make a living, but there is one person who has not come yet.

Tan Xiaohe said with a normal expression: "Last night, he slept on the floor. He probably didn't sleep well. He climbed to bed early in the morning and continued to catch up on sleep."

Hearing this, several people glanced at her, but they had nothing to say.

The two identities of Yang Ming and Qin Xiaohe are lovers in the script, so when they came to stay overnight, they were naturally assigned to the same room, but in the real world, whether they recognize each other is a problem.

"Should we exchange information first? Now everyone is trapped in the same game. In a way, we are also allies. If we want to leave this world, we still have to unite and finish the script as soon as possible." The photographer said seriously Seriously.

"Yes, according to the information I know, Master Guo is at odds with Mr. Guo because of his mother's relationship."

What the photographer didn't expect was that the first person who was willing to give information was the chef. The young man said lightly, "Besides, after Mrs. Guo passed away three years ago, all the servants in the manor were changed."

The photographer nodded thoughtfully: "It seems that there may be some mysteries about the reason for Mrs. Guo's death."

At this time, the elegant Zhan Qian also said immediately: "Then let me talk about the information I got. Mr. Guo and Mrs. Guo are very loving according to the housekeeper. Many roses were planted for Mrs. Guo in the manor, but in a It was all unplugged a month ago."

Tan Xiaohe scratched her head and said embarrassedly: "Wow, you guys know a lot, I don't even know where to find the news."

She finished drinking all the tea by herself.

Just when Miss Painter was about to roll her eyes, she said again: "However, Yang Ming told me yesterday that the relationship between the housekeeper and Mr. Guo seems to be very strange."

"What kind of weird method?" Zhan Qian glanced at her.

"It's just that there may be..." The girl smiled slyly: "It's the relationship between the sauce and the sauce~"

The four people present: "..."

Xu Shuo drank his saliva calmly, is there such a thing? He, who has already got half of the script, has never realized that there is such a silent thing.

The photographer said in embarrassment: "The age difference between the housekeeper and Mr. Guo is really big, it should not be possible."

Mr. Guo is in his prime, but the housekeeper is over sixty years old. No matter how you look at it, the two of them can't make that kind of relationship.

Tan Xiaohe muttered innocently: "I also think it's impossible, but Yang Ming said this, and I don't know where he got the news. He said that the housekeeper sent roses to Mr. Guo, and they are still on Mr. Guo's body now." Woolen cloth."

"Ahem!" Zhan Qian suddenly choked on the tea.

"..." Xu Shuo was almost choked, and he suddenly felt that he no longer had to worry about being exposed.

(End of this chapter)