"Uh... it's not him." Shu Li saw the look in her eyes and explained to save Li Zhi's precarious reputation.
Writer Chen frowned, obviously not believing it.
She reached out and held Shu Li's hand: "Do you have something in his hands? Just tell me and I can help you!"
Shu Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Hearing this, he spoke seriously: "It's really not him. We just met by chance and acted together, that's all."
Even though Shu Li said this, Writer Chen still confirmed it again and again.
A few minutes later, the two people moved forward and entered the ticket hut.
In a room of five or six square meters, there is a table next to the ticket window, about one meter high.
There is a wooden chair with a backrest next to the table and chairs, and it is covered with soft cushions.
Shu Li picked up the newspaper on the table. The side facing upward was full of blurred text and pictures. When she turned it over, the only text and pictures that had not been blurred had been mostly erased with a black oil pen.
"Fire?" Writer Chen came over and saw the only words that could be clearly seen.
The two of them guessed and roughly restored the above information.
About ten years ago, a big fire broke out in the small town of Wuxue. After investigation by the relevant person in charge, it was discovered that the person who caused the fire was actually a seven-year-old boy.
Because of his playfulness, the boy stole the matches at home and lit the straw piled on the edge of the town. Because of the dry weather, the fire spread quickly and burned almost half of the homes in the town.
The boy's parents unfortunately died in the fire, but the residents of the town still demanded that the boy repay their losses.
The little boy couldn't afford such a debt, so he ran away one night.
Before escaping, he set another fire in the town.
Because it happened late at night, the second fire caused far more casualties than the first.
So the remaining residents of the town published newspapers looking for the boy.
After reading this, Writer Chen seemed to have some thoughts: "This newspaper seems to be from not long ago, which means that people in the town are still looking for the boy who set the fire."
"But the photos taken when I was seven years old may not be found now, right?" Writer Chen held the newspaper toward the bright place, trying to use this method to see clearly what the blacked out pictures looked like.
However, this approach is of no use.
"Don't worry about the setting." Shu Li had already turned around and searched other places: "If this is Ji Qingnian's shelter and the place where he was killed, this person is undoubtedly Ji Qingnian himself."
"Indeed." Writer Chen nodded, put down the newspaper and searched the drawers of the desk.
She suddenly remembered something: "Actually, if we analyze based on motives, the murderer should be Handsome Li or you."
"?" Shu Li looked over sideways, and Writer Chen responded calmly.
"First of all, my impression of Handsome Li here is that he is a pampered and down-and-out young man, so the reason why he came here is money." Writer Chen said: "And I know my identity and will not argue with you because of money, so this point You can exclude me."
"Similarly, the special background adjustments I made were also made in certain celebrity settings, so there was no shortage of financial gain."
"So, it's just the two of you who are short of money."
After hearing this, Shu Li only asked one question: "Is the motive for the murder necessarily because of money?"
"..." Writer Chen was stuck for a moment, and then said: "Of course not necessarily, it's just that the motivation is bigger."
Shu Li shrugged and continued searching for evidence without saying anything.
Seeing this, Writer Chen was silent for a while, and then said: "Okay, I'll apologize first. I shouldn't have doubted it without evidence."
"It doesn't matter." Shu Li said without raising her head: "I know that the final evaluation is based on performance points. You just want to get more points, which is understandable."
Speaking of this, if Writer Chen was really suspicious, he would not say anything more.
In fact, Writer Chen did remain silent and did not continue to speak for the time being.
In addition to the newspaper, Shuli found a copy of personal rules in a small locker nearby.
[You are the murderer of this game. You are different from others. You have some privileges! 】
[What is a gift to the general public, but is a severe punishment to you! 】
When Shu Li saw this rule, her first reaction was to look at the bracelet on her hand.
This completes the five personal rules.
Shu Li searched: When you see a staff member with a badge on his chest, you need to run back to the shelter as soon as possible! Otherwise, life is in danger!
Wen Zhefeng searched and found: This participant cannot stay in the haunted house, otherwise his life will be in danger.
Li Zhi found: When there is moonlight outside, the participant cannot go out! Otherwise there is a fatal risk.
Writer Chen found: The participant was abandoned by time, the flow of time accelerated, and he needed to leave the amusement park early.
Then there is this last one.
Shu Li turned her back to Writer Chen, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
It is known that the key point given by her shelter is the bracelet, and except for the real murderer, all of them are directional.
So, let’s take a guess, what is her identity?
Shu Li was about to hand this personal rule to Writer Chen, but when he turned around, his expression had returned to his normal expression.
"Look, here are the new rules." She paused, and then said: "Now we can confirm that this is Ji Qingnian's shelter. The key is what he died of."
"Acupuncture!" Writer Chen had just taken over the rule. Before he could read it, Li Zhi's voice suddenly sounded.
He looked really sleepy. When he walked into the small room with his back to the light, he couldn't suppress the tiredness on his face.
"On the lower right side of his lower abdomen, there were three tiny pinpricks in a vertical row."
"Poisonous?" Shu Li asked.
Li Zhi shook his head: "It doesn't look like it. I tried it, and it wasn't poisoned or bewitched."
Hearing his nonsense, Shu Li rolled her eyes expressionlessly, but Writer Chen listened carefully.
"Can you tell?" Writer Chen raised his eyebrows, his eyes a little eager to try.
Sincerity is the best way to defeat evildoers.
Li Zhi was choked and even stuttered twice before saying: "You can't tell, I'm bragging."
"Actually, because the skin around him does not have necrosis, or there is a rancid smell, it means that he did not die from toxins before."
"But you said he died from acupuncture."
"Hallucination." Shu Li said.
"Hallucination!" Li Zhi said.
The two people spoke in unison, but there was a slight conflict in tone.
Li Zhi glanced at Shu Li to see if she had any intention to speak. Seeing that there might not be any, Li Zhi continued.
"Under certain hypnotic or hallucinogenic conditions, the brain will amplify its own pain."
(End of chapter)
