I kill the gods in the infinite script

"Are you saying that Ji Qingnian was probably frightened to death?" Writer Chen was surprised: "Is it because of the row of needle holes?"

Li Zhi nodded and added: "To be precise, I am sure."

"So which rule does this cause of death comply with?" Shu Li briefly sorted through the information he had obtained and asked.

"If you find it, vote directly. I'll use it to find you...you guys!" Li Zhi's brain shrank into a cerebellum. Because he was too tired, his reaction was much slower.

Writer Chen simply didn't notice such an obvious pause, but asked him: "Then how did you determine it?"

"There are no external injuries on his body, indicating that he has not violated the rules before and has not gone out at non-peaceful moments before."

"The bracelet is still in my hand, so it is impossible to count down to 30 minutes,"

"If he was not allowed to stay in the haunted house, or if he encountered a staff member with a badge on his chest, his body would not be in the facility."

"Understood!" Shu Li took a step forward: "So, the person who can't go out when it's moonlight outside is Ji Qingnian."

"And if he died inside, he must have violated the rules, so he is not protected."

After saying this, Writer Chen calmly took a step back and said in a wary tone: "Which of you two belongs to this rule? We can vote now."

Shu Li pinched her eyebrows, she really had a headache.

"Don't be anxious, please don't be anxious first." Li Zhi shrugged: "Does the information we know must have been found by the two of us in the shelter?"

Writer Chen is not as easy to talk to as she was just now. She even wants to put a hat on Li Zhi.

"This is consistent with my previous guess." Writer Chen glanced at Shu Li and tried to canvass votes: "It's what I just told you. The simplest motives are more likely."

Shu Li glanced at Li Zhi hesitantly, thinking that if you are a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist, you can go with peace of mind.

So, Shu Li pondered and stood decisively on Writer Chen's side.

"Since we judge that the deceased died according to your personal rule, then there is an 80% chance that it was you."

Li Zhi's eyes were full of doubts, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted in an indistinct manner.

But although he didn't understand the reason why Shu Li said this, he still silently agreed to it.

However, Li Zhi defended himself: "One thing I still want to say is that I only woke up in the second round after the full broadcast. I had not moved in the previous rounds."

"So, my personal rules there are not necessarily mine. After all, there is no other information except that."

Writer Chen fell silent, her eyes falling on the rule Shu Li showed her just now.

"Oh, right." Shu Li pretended to be surprised: "Handsome Li's judgment may not be accurate. This personal rule makes it clear that the participant is the murderer."

Li Zhi's brows relaxed slightly. He had already understood some profound meaning and came over to take a look.

"But if someone changes shelter, will the information in it also change?"

Writer Chen is extremely calm now. She analyzed: "There is a possibility that the real murderer learned this fatal personal rule from others, so he designed Ji Youth to take the bait, thus killing him."

"But the motive is unknown." Shu Li pointed out the irrationality of her guess: "The biggest contradiction here is why the real murderer wanted to kill Ji Qianyoun."

"This game is not over yet. Others should be stronger opponents than Ji Qingnian. Why did Ji Qingnian die?"

Shu Li asked the two people directly in silence. "Let's continue searching for evidence. It would be too hasty to decide who the murderer is now." Li Zhi tried to smooth things over and asked again: "Have you finished searching this room?"

"The search is over." Writer Chen said dryly, maybe feeling uncomfortable, so she softened her tone and added: "We found a character incident."

She recounted what had just happened in concise sentences, and finally said: "We guess that this little boy is Ji Qingnong. This should be the reason why he came to participate in this competition."

"Oh..." Li Zhi said in a longer tone: "This is the simplest motive you just mentioned. The only ones here who are most eager for the bonus are me and Ji Qingchun. If he is dead, I must be the most suspicious."

Writer Chen nodded, a little embarrassed: "Yes, that's what I thought."

"It's a normal guess." Li Zhi moved his eyes slightly to look at Shu Li beside him, and stepped on her very simply and decisively.

Uh, not in the physical sense.

"Shu Wanghong..." Li Zhi shouted.

Although his voice was calm and without any ups and downs, Shu Li shivered inexplicably.

"Writer Chen didn't see this rule just now, so she stepped on me based on the established facts. I can completely understand her logic."

"But you..." Li Zhi raised his eyebrows: "After you saw that rule, you followed Writer Chen to step on me. Could you be the real murderer and want to fish in troubled waters to maintain your identity?"

Shu Li: "..."

good good!

Jiang Zi is playing, right?

"Don't you think that your suspicion has been completely eliminated?" Shu Li asked back, retorting with what Writer Chen just said: "You can change the shelter at will, but you may not be the real murderer!"

"Besides, if you say you have no memory, who can believe you?"

Shu Li didn't give him the time to answer, and asked again: "You also said that you slept until the second round, which was more than two hours! How dare you sleep in the dungeon? Not collecting evidence? Don't worry and Did you drop it by mistake?"

Li Zhi: Speechless.jpg!

Writer Chen's dark eyes moved back and forth, and he took the opportunity to speak: "Didn't you say that we should continue to collect evidence? Calm down, calm down..."

At this time, the hour had just ended.

Shu Li looked up, then snorted coldly: "I went to collect evidence, but I won't go with the man who stirs up trouble."

After saying that, without waiting for the remaining two people to react, Shu Li walked out directly.

Writer Chen shouted a few times before giving up. He looked at Li Zhi and said, "I'm going to the facility in the south to continue collecting evidence. Do you want to come with me?"

"If you don't mind." Of course Li Zhi agreed happily.

Writer Chen curled his lips: "I don't mind, having someone to chat with can relieve my stress."

"Pressure? How can there be pressure?" Li Zhi asked, lifting his feet and walking out.

The two of them chatted and walked away, going in the opposite direction to Shu Li.

Shuri did not enter a new ride this round, but returned to the beginning.

She needed to verify something.

(End of this chapter)