Chalk Soil Chapter 333: Hunter with Gun

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The puppets were placed under the willow tree, and the children sat around. They were dressed in white clothes, and the yellow bear puppets were mending. Now it was evening, and they had just finished eating. They were supposed to play games, but before the game started, the lights were turned off. After the fire, their posture here does not look very warm.

The children were whispering to each other under the stars. Outside the fence, the young master, a law student, had not even exchanged greetings after following the flag back to the college. He was taken to the kindergarten affiliated to the college by a young man who seemed to have a warm relationship with him. He said he was here to keep an eye on him. Related to the so-called case, he enthusiastically communicated with the other party and got a lot of information:

One, they came here to wait for a fox to appear;

Second, the detection of the case is related to the outcome of a war;

Third, the area where we are located is a small island, and all economic activities and organizational structures on the island are carried out around this university college. The island covers an area of ​​about forty to fifty square kilometers, and something strange seems to have happened on the archipelago to which this island belongs, and the mission of the academy is to conduct research on people with supernatural powers.

Fourth, the abilities of superpowers originate from [God]. If you want to obtain superpowers, you must obtain a part of the remains of God, ranging from hair and blood to bones and eyeballs. The more organs and tissues you obtain, the more complete they will be. The higher the strength of the ability.

He said a lot, but he didn't mention the victim or alternative suspects.

In this competition, who should find the murderer earlier, or is the gambler playing the role of the murderer, and he needs to find the identity he played within seven days?

The young master is very patient and does what he should do according to his current status. There are no reservation rules. On the other side, in the back alley, a knight in armor bends forward under the shadow, his eyes are as hot as lamps, Two holes were made in the dark night, the sky was dim, and the angel nakedly showed off his flying ability behind the clouds.

"You should know better, right?"

In the spectator seats, Black Hand nodded silently to the angel, "Sir, you are watching."

"That's interesting." The angel nodded vaguely, "Who do you support?"

"Aren't you just interested in it because of the newcomers?"

"Hahahaha! Yes, she is scary. And she seems to know a lot of information. At least she knows the [Five-in-One] better than many leaders of the Imperial Cemetery. I even suspect that she has the truth of the Thirteen Portraits in her hand. name."

"Have you never come into contact with gamblers? Looking at your comments, is this series of speculations a bit too rash?"

"You and I have different identities, so you didn't feel that terrible sense of oppression from her. If she was really recognized by the portrait, King Bai——"

"I understand your speculation." Blackhand nodded. He was fully armed and did not communicate with this simulated world. He was like a ghost spying on the secrets of all living beings, trying to grasp the truth of this script.

The script of Death Paradise can be watched, but only if you are qualified.

The angel is handsome, his eyes are lively, and the music is echoing in his ears, which is the composer's score.

"You became an angel?"

"I am an angel, right?" The young man in Lingkong smiled, and his smile was full of contagion.

The composer opened his eyes, then turned the yellowed pages of the book, immersed in his own world again.

Its music could not travel through the air, so no one could hear it but him.

At least, what you hear is not music.

While the young master was observing, recording, and constantly communicating with relevant personnel, on the other side, the gentleman also came to the spectators' seats. However, his authority was not high. He could only observe the planet in front of him from a distance, and then found the script based on text information. On the island where the incident occurred, he finally found the island based on the orientation map and scene description, and began to zoom in. In the dark night, the stars were scattered, and he looked down at the buildings below him like a god, looking indifferent.

Death Game.

The gentleman took out the hawthorn strips and ate them slowly. With his relationship with Mr. Fu, he learned more information about this competition. He also knew that the young master had taken a book from the opponent's hand, and the ten items and this competition could appear on it. related hidden clues, but he did not start from the so-called rules.

It's like throwing a person into the wilderness and teaching him to survive for seven days. There will be supplies within these seven days. If you kill your competitor, you can leave the island early. The young master's choice is to find a way to kill the opponent within seven days. , and the information that Mr. Fu received from Mr. Fu was only to fulfill the former condition, that is, to survive.

Of course, even if you survive for seven days, you will die, so what the young master gave is the optimal solution;

But only under limited conditions will there be an optimal solution. What if the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole follows?

After the young master collects the information to kill the opponent, and comes with the knowledge to survive, can he complete the harvest?

Therefore, the gentleman is very patient.

He couldn't personally visit the scene like the Black Hand, or monitor everything from mid-air like an angel, but he had the overall situation. The entire island was like a dying crab in his sight, and the college and White Pigeon Square were like The lungs and heart were so conspicuous that they broke into his field of vision. He also received the most basic game information, but compared to the young master, he thought more.

Homicide case?

When did it happen and where?

Who discovered it? Are there any witnesses? What organization is currently involved in the investigation?

No, it was strangely quiet, there was no panic, everything was in order, there seemed to be no additional insiders, and the production and operation of the entire island were not affected. I don’t know what kind of script this was.

Weird?

stranger?

The gentleman couldn't see where the gentleman and the gambler were. He kept his attention and tried to analyze the current situation on the field. After communicating with the three companions for a while, the young master returned to the academy with a burly middle-aged man. Although he had already It was midnight, but there were still many lights that were not extinguished. The young master returned to his bachelor apartment and took notes after washing up. He had an extraordinary memory. Although the information he received was very trivial, he still worked hard to compile a network of relationships.

No, it shouldn't be a network of relationships, but a donut of relationships, with a big chunk missing from the core. The completely unfamiliar situation and tight time made him rub his temples, feeling thorny.

I don't know if my performance tonight is in line with their cognitive model. I hope I don't ruin my image.

The young master is ready to rest, but the sir's game has just begun.

Important information would float out of the house like balloons, playing a game similar to cat and mouse.