Chart Topper Queen

"of course not!"

The leader said flatly and interrupted Ott, "This is just his decision."

"But he answered first." The doll smiled. "Whoever answers first, the doll will listen. The doll will only listen to one person."

The hearts of others were raised, not knowing what kind of consequences such a suggestion would bring. Killing important NPCs, can you really pass the level?

The leader's face was unprecedentedly ugly.

At this time, Ai Bei suddenly asked: "Then how are you going to kill your mother?"

The doll was stunned for a moment, and after a while, her forehead lowered, as if it was a pity. As if she had just thought of something, she looked at Otter seriously and said, "I'm not as good as my mother, so I can only listen to her obediently."

That is to say, in the internal setting, the mother of the doll is stronger than the doll, and the doll alone cannot kill the mother.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no pity on Otto's face. After this man gave crazy advice, his eyes kept falling on the doll, as if he was thinking, and only smiled at others when they looked at him. . His grinning like a shark is more lethal than a doll. If it weren't for his handsome and deep appearance, even like a madman, he has a wild and vigorous charm, and there would never be so many audiences paying attention to him.

Since the choice cannot be adopted, the original discussion time remains unchanged. The doll was sleepy and lay on the princess bed, and after a while, she let out the sound of shallow breathing in her sleep.

"Then let's go and see the clues first." Simmons greeted the leader kindly, and asked some specifics before running to Abe's side to discuss with her.

Otto has disappeared, and I don't know where to go.

Although this game is a kill-and-elimination game, a lone wolf like him who doesn't fit in is rare. Regardless of whether he will tear his face in the later stage, it is natural to form a team to fight against others in the early and mid-term.

"I asked Allen, who was the leader, and he said that you can go to the outside room as well, as long as you go back to this room before the doll wakes up, about two hours."

"Aren't they looking for clues?"

"Oh, they said to discuss a preliminary answer first, and then go later, so as not to be too late."

After the room becomes larger or the people become smaller, it becomes difficult to explore the dungeon. It took three minutes to walk out of the room that used to be able to walk out in three or two steps. A clock hung on the wall in the living room, and the needle was walking minute by minute, just three minutes after the nearest punctuality. It can be seen that each round in the game has its own time rule.

The living room is simpler than the doll's room, mainly in wood color, with green plants, it is a very fresh decoration. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a courtyard full of flowers and plants. The sun is pouring in and the lighting is good. Because the decoration is simple and clean, you can see where the clues in the living room are at a glance.

Abe asked Simmons to climb up from the footstool, onto the sofa, and onto the metal bar on which the phone was placed.

There was a scrap of paper on it.

When they looked up from the bottom, they could see the scraps of paper under the phone, blown up and down by the wind.

"There are words." As soon as Simmons took a breath, he excitedly reported the progress to Abe. While recognizing the handwriting, he teased, "The words are a bit scribbled, but fortunately the show team didn't brush the lower limit, and didn't use any self-created fonts. It probably means that I will meet someone at 3 o'clock, and I didn't write the location."

Ai Bei nodded: "It doesn't matter, the location doesn't matter."

In the case that their body and scene proportions are completely incompatible, the scope of the game will not exceed the house, and even if the location is written, it is impossible for them to rush to investigate, so the game simply deletes useless distractions.

It was exactly three o'clock, and the doll's mother was already on her way.

But the note only wrote the time, and there was no specific content of the appointment, so there were still not many useful clues.

Ai Bei thought for a while and said, "Let's go to the study room." The doll's desk is placed in its room, so the study room specially designed at home is for adults to work. There may be dating leads for the doll's mom there.

Fortunately, the room was on a flat floor, otherwise it would take more than an hour for them to climb up and down the stairs. The house is centered on the living room, and other rooms surround the living room in a half-open fan shape. There are signs on each room, clearly saying "study", "kitchen", "mom's bedroom" etc.

The layout of the study room is much more complicated than that of the living room.

The piece of paper in the living room is like an arrow pointing them to their next destination. But it does not rule out the possibility of a wrong indication. The clues in the study are a vast ocean, and they need to pick up the needle that someone with a heart put in from the sea.

A messy room full of traces of use, open books piled on the desk, and scattered manuscript papers on the ground, blown around by the wind.

The wind here is much stronger than that in the living room. The windows are wide open, and the occasional gust of wind blows like a hurricane to Abe and the others. Their weight is finally heavier than paper, but not optimistic. For half a day, they only lingered at the door of the study, making it difficult to move forward.

"What should I do?" Simmons took a step forward with difficulty, and immediately turned back to ask Abe, he felt that his face was about to be blown out of shape, but he didn't expect such a difficulty in the study to hinder them... No, maybe it's not a game Specially set difficulties.

Ai Bei observed for a moment, then only said, "You have to close the window."

Simmons agrees, but how?

He was about to ask when he heard the violent friction between the object and the air in his ear. He looked closely, and a silver bullet in the air shot towards the window, hitting the button of the rolled up curtain with a "ding". The curtain lost its restraint and suddenly fell to cover the window, which was blown flutteringly by the wind outside the window.

Immediately after, the hanging lamp on the top was shot down by another bullet during the swing of the wind, and was thrown on the curtain that fell when the wind inhaled, just pressing its corner tightly.

No matter how much the wind blows in, it can only blow the curtains up, but it doesn't affect the room at all.

The book stopped turning pages, the manuscript paper on the ground stopped running, and Simmons' hair finally got rid of the straw shape.

The study lost its light and fell into darkness.

Simmons swallowed.

Although it wasn't the first time he saw the destructive power of the boss, the things that surprised him were different every time. What terrifying computing power and execution is this? Whether it is the angle of the light rotation, the place where it falls, and the time when the curtain is raised must be calculated, otherwise if it happens to be when the curtain is blown up by the wind, or the light falls somewhere else, the two shots will be fired in vain.

He asked himself that he couldn't do it even if he was given a hundred chances.

Outside the door, Ai Bei withdrew the hand that fired, with the pleasure of reaching his imagination in his eyes.

She is not as terrifying as Simmons thinks, and she will not calculate too accurately, but her killing instinct that has brushed past danger countless times has a terrible sense of smell between "life and death". She doesn't have to think too much, she just shoots when it feels right.

Occasionally she would be wrong once or twice.

Simmons naturally didn't know this. While looking up at Abe, he didn't forget that they were now in a dangerous game copy.

When the loud noise of the ceiling lamp shattered, he glanced at the doll's bedroom and found that there was no movement, and it didn't seem to be waking up.

But even though the doll didn't wake up, the contestants who were discussing in the room were scared and ran out of the room. When they knew that it was because of the noise they made to close the window, they couldn't help but take three steps back.

The leader's expression was a bit complicated. You must know that in order to "close the window", it took them several rounds to figure out the optimal route to the window. He turned his head and said to his companion, "The discussion is almost done, let's start looking for clues."

The other players scattered to look for it, but they all acquiesced in ceding the home court of the study to the two of them.

Although the ceiling lamp was also destroyed by Ai Bei, there was more than one lamp in the study. The light switch is on the wall next to the door. Simmons climbed on the escalator in front of the bookshelf, jumped to the top again slightly, turned on the switch, and rolled forward when he fell, successfully unloading, and completing the task given to him by Abe.

He made a handsome endingPose, and Abe applauded him.

"Cough..." Simmons was embarrassed and backed away, "Let's start looking."

"Ok."

They turned from the manuscript paper on the ground. It can be seen from this information that the doll's mother is a costume designer, and there are many sketches of costume designs on it. Most of the books on the desktop are design reference books.

Simmons probed to look at the manuscript area where Abe was standing, "The designs on the backs of these clothes are very complicated."

"Well." Ai Bei stood on the manuscript paper. Under the shoes, there were smooth lead-gray lines on the white paper. It looked like a delicate pocket doll was really standing on the paper. She stroked her gray hair so that it would not block her view of the manuscript, and said, "The doll also wears clothes, with more lace and bows on the back than in front of her."

"It looks like her mother made her clothes for her."

Abe was thoughtful.

Simmons still takes the dating message more seriously than the designer's personal fetishes. He spent nearly an hour circling around the desk, and finally found the doll's mother's contract in the unfastened drawer, plus some other supporting information, such as the date on the calendar, the trash can full of manuscript paper, etc. etc., roughly deduced the content of the date.

"She took a job recently, and the contract deadline is today, so the content of the date should be a matter of work. I think she may not be very inspired by this sketch, from the approaching day, the more the trash can. It can be seen in the more and more scrapped manuscripts.”

He jokingly picked up a long gold thread. "And all these falling hairs, you can imagine her stress. Poor working woman."

"Then what does this have to do with dolls?" Abe tilted his head to look at him, this question suddenly broke his relaxed state after completing the task.

His eyes froze for a moment, looking a little silly.

Yeah, what does this have to do with dolls?

Mother's work, and the doll that was scolded by her mother for breaking items, does not seem to be necessarily related?

After thinking for a long time without a clue, Simon scratched his hair in frustration and sighed: "This game is not playing us?!"

"Yeah." Ai Bei followed him with a sigh, "Are you kidding us?"