Plaid shirts are dead.
Directly opposite Jiang Qian, he was shot in the middle of the forehead.
But no shots were even heard at the scene.
A weird atmosphere instantly fermented in the air.
The graceful lady sitting on the left side of the plaid shirt immediately screamed and moved away from her seat, then turned around with her face covered, appearing unexpected and panicked.
Even the muscular man on his right stood up and stepped back, consciously keeping a wary distance from the fat man with a square face on his other side.
The reason why we haven't broken up yet is because we still don't know who is the enemy and who is the friend.
In other words, the outcome is unpredictable and we dare not act rashly.
The death of the plaid shirt is a watershed in testing one's identity.
Everyone's eyes gradually focused on Jiang Qian...
Jiang Qian became the center of attention, his brain was spinning rapidly:
Plaid Shirt was the first person to make the introduction. Although his words were not nutritious, they revealed some tendencies: physical and mental health and positive energy. Does this imply that he is in the righteous camp?
When the other party mentioned "health" and "specializing in treating unhappiness," what came to Jiang Qian's mind was the "pill" card he didn't get.
At least among all the speeches, he didn't hear anything more like the "pill" brand than this one.
So is this the reason why Plaid Shirt was the first to die?
"Glasses" correspond to "detective" and have the function of looking through trump cards;
"Pill" roughly corresponds to the function of a pharmacist or a doctor, whether it is poison or antidote... strange? Is he a pharmacist but unable to save himself?
——Is this the legendary "can't save myself on the first night"?
Jiang Qian had no way of knowing all the above speculations.
After all, he didn't take the card and didn't know its functions and rules.
If the plaid shirt is a "pill", then the person who really caused his death was planning to divert the trouble eastward and blame it on me, right? But how did the murderer determine my camp attributes? Maybe he wasn't sure... Jiang Qian's eyes met the people opposite:
The graceful lady looked nervous, the muscular man looked wary, the fat man with a square face looked confused but much more relaxed than the first two, Dr. Dai was very calm, and Mr. Tony Fugui...
Jiang Qian's eyes turned to his side. Tony Fugui, who was originally sitting on the chair and didn't move his buttocks when everyone was panicking, now stood up unsteadily while holding on to the table.
"Cough! Cough..."
He covered his mouth with his hand and coughed as he stood up.
The bright red blood spilled from between his fingers and sprinkled on the table and the floor.
"Which..."
Tony Fugui looked at everyone with a pale face and a ferocious expression at this moment, spitting blood at the mouth and asked: "Which one is the official dog?! Don't let me catch you... cut your skin to pieces!"
He has long lost his previous elegance and dignity.
These actions and words now directly drew everyone's attention away from Jiang Qian!
Jiang Qian's eyes were profound.
During the lights-out period, more than one person was attacked.
Seeing Tony Fugui yelling at the officials, it is easy for people to associate him with the wanted criminals lying in the official system.
Things get more nuanced.
To be precise, Jiang Qian's identity has become more subtle!
His position at this time was not only directly opposite the dead Plaid Shirt, but also to the left of Tony Fugui, who was attacked but not killed!
Theoretically speaking, he has the facility to attack two people at the same time.
In addition, he has not revealed any tendentious information before, and both camps have raised a huge question mark over his identity.
But in Jiang Qian's vision, the current camp structure has been drawn relatively clearly.
First of all, there is a high probability that the two people attacked in this round are not from the same camp. Otherwise, the game rules will not be balanced enough. The winning side will win too easily, which is not in line with the urinary nature of a hell-level copy.
Since the two are not in the same camp, and Tony Fugui made arrogant remarks to the officials, and he puts Tony Fugui in the opposite camp, then the plaid shirt is the "pill" for the dead teammate.
He has two teammates left: "Hammer" and "Parasol".
As for Hammer, I didn’t hear any hints.
Parasol information was matched, and two of them were matched!
One is the low-key girl Xiaoyang on the left, and the other is the fat man with a square face who Jiang Qian checked through his trump cards.
Xiaoyang's code word appeared in her self-introduction. Although it was very vague, Jiang Qian still heard the hidden message from her social fear speech:
My name is Xiaoyang, and I am a female high school student whose grades are so bad that it is difficult for her to repeat a grade. She is not good at everything and half-hearted...
I, am, sun, umbrella.
For this reason, Jiang Qian also took the opportunity to exchange code words with the other party: "You have poor eyesight, look carefully."
That's not flirting, it's a hint that he's "glasses" and has received her message.
Everything was already going so smoothly.
In the end, he turned over the square-faced fat man’s hole card, which was also "parasol"?
Can you believe a person who can't even give the answer to his identity card in his exploration notes? After looking through his cards, he finds out they are his teammates?
If you can believe it, what is the operation of the girl next to you?
…
All eyes were focused on Jiang Qian.
"is it you?"
Tony Fugui turned around and faced him with gritted teeth. The other person's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he might lose control of his violence at any time.
The bodybuilder opposite showed a hint of schadenfreude.
The villain succeeds... Jiang Qian calmly responded to Tony Fugui's gaze and explained calmly: "I have been writing notes without leaving my pen and notebook. How could I have a chance to sneak up on you?"
As he spoke, he raised the pen and notebook in his hand.
"Do we still need to use our hands?" The muscular man snorted, "Look at what's wrong with his notebook!"
With that said, he was about to step forward and snatch Jiang Qian's notebook.
"Why do you think it's you? Who do you belong to? How do you know you can kill someone without using your hands?"
The graceful lady, who was trembling with fear just now, has completely calmed down now, looking back and forth at the muscular man with a pair of graceful eyes.
"You care where I come from? You can figure this out with your toes, right? Did you hear the gunshot?" the bodybuilder replied angrily.
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It's strange that Tony Fugui didn't take the lead to suspect the strong man who just had an argument, but instead came to suspect me. Have they confirmed their identities? Used code words that we couldn't understand... Jiang Qian silently recalled the only verbal exchange between the two.
At this moment, Xiaoyang, who had been silent, picked up the notebook from Jiang Qian's hand.
Surprised: "I'm really writing notes!"
Tony Fugui narrowed his eyes and looked over. The graceful lady, the vigorous man and others immediately stopped arguing and followed the little girl's voice and looked over...
Jiang Qian's notebook was spread out on the table by Xiaoyang: "Look, the writing is so serious. Are you a master of academics?"
The look on her face was full of envy, as if she was really a scumbag who was about to hug the lap of a top student.
Everyone looked around and saw that everyone's name and ID, as well as the mentioned keywords, were neatly recorded in the notebook. The handwriting was neat and well-proportioned, with a beginning and an end.
This is nothing like the notes of a would-be assailant.
So peaceful!
At this time, everyone was even more confused about Jiang Qian's identity.
Wasn't he responsible for both?
It's possible.
So which end will he be?
If the death or injury of one of them was really his fault, then that person's psychological quality would be ruined, right? !
Does this acting skill of pretending to be stupid have any origins in family education? ?
"Since the matter has reached this point, why don't we fight openly and decide quickly, so that we can die early or be reborn early." The fat man with a square face suddenly interjected.
The way he was smiling and persuading at this moment gave Jiang Qian the illusion of déjà vu.
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