With only four people left, Xin Zhixia, Lin Mu and No. 12 walked together without any worries.
"Xin Yi, who do you think No. 9 will kill? Is it possible for you to defend last night?" Lin Mu walked beside the two of them, hesitating for a long time before opening his mouth.
No. 12 was thinking to himself, it turns out that No. 7’s name is Xinyi.
This name doesn't quite fit her persona.
Xin Zhixia shrugged and spread her hands, "It should be No. 12, and my name is Xin Yi, the Xin Yi from Chinese herbal medicine."
The first sentence was said to Lin Mu, and the second sentence was towards No. 12.
No. 12 was stunned and said with a smile: "Okay, I understand."
Then I felt that this was not enough. After all, it was more pleasant to cooperate in this dungeon.
She said to the two of them: "You can call me Muzi."
Xin Zhixia raised her eyebrows, "Muzi from Muzi Li?"
No. 12 was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Xin Zhixia smiled slyly, "It's easy for people to know your surname is Li with a name like this. Let's change it to another one next time."
"It seems you are confident that you can win with me?" No. 12's smile seemed sincere.
Xin Zhixia was noncommittal.
Lin Mu came over and introduced himself, "My name is Lin Mu, which means Sanmu."
"Not to mention it's quite a coincidence, hahahaha."
The smile gradually became wanton.
Xin Zhixia did not interrupt him this time and allowed him to laugh wildly.
But there was a voice, but Lin Mu still couldn't laugh out loud.
"Good morning everyone."
Xin Zhixia turned her head and looked at No. 9, who was still smiling and greeting them, looking polite and elegant.
Hearing No. 9's voice, No. 12's eyes showed alertness, and his expression was full of vigilance.
Xin Zhixia waved and said hello as usual, "Good morning!"
His tone of voice was rising, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
"It seems that you are very confident in yesterday's guardian." No. 9 pushed up his glasses and teased her.
Xin Zhixia shook her head and denied, "No."
This sentence made No. 9 a little surprised.
"Tsk, I just like saying hello to you all."
Tia, who was at the door of the restaurant, was still waiting for the four of them dutifully.
"Good morning, beautiful Ms. Tia. Today is the last day, and I really can't bear to leave you."
Tia smiled and nodded at Xin Zhixia, "Dear Visitor No. 7, good morning. I admire you very much and hope to see you again if we have the opportunity."
Hearing this, the four of them were stunned for a moment.
They have never seen Tia answer the player's words so kindly.
This is the first time.
It was Xin Zhixia who reacted faster and replied: "I also like you very much. I hope I have a chance in the future."
The pleasant tone made this morning wonderful.
Tia smiled and nodded.
Behind him, Lin Mu and Muzi also greeted Tia.
Tia Kudu responded one by one.
Until No. 9 greeted her, she did not show her previous attitude, but gave a cold answer.
Xin Zhixia raised her eyebrows and looked at No. 9, "It seems that you are not very popular today."
"It seems so."
The three of them walked into the restaurant. No. 9 pushed up his glasses and looked at Xin Zhixia's back.
He wore dark glasses and his eyes darkened instantly.
It seemed that he had indeed underestimated No. 7.
He smiled, followed the three of them, and walked into the restaurant.
During breakfast time, Xin Zhixia broke the silence.
"No. 9 stabbed No. 12 last night. Do you think the knife was hit?"
After hearing what Lin Mu and Muzi said, their hands holding the knife and fork froze in mid-air.
Only No. 9 heard this and did not stop moving, still using the knife and fork gracefully.
"I felt like I'd been hit by a knife."
"Tsk, sure enough, congratulations."
Then, Xin Zhixia forked a cherry tomato, turned the fork with her right hand, and stared at the cherry tomatoes attentively.
Lin Mu and Muzi felt very uneasy inside.
Is this going to lose?
"But why do you think that I will definitely know how to knife No. 12?" No. 9 stopped and looked at Xin Zhixia.
"If I guessed correctly, you would think that in order to ensure the ticket type the night before, I must not have guarded the number 12 in vain, but guarded the 12th."
After saying this, Xin Zhixia swallowed the cherry tomatoes in one gulp.
No. 9 smiled and said, "That's indeed what I thought."
Xin Zhixia nodded while eating.
After eating, she asked: "I'm just curious about who you charmed? It should be No. 8, right? It can't be the Air Company anyway."
No. 9 originally had a calm expression, but when he heard the last few words, his eyes became a little deeper.
"Yes, congratulations, you guessed it correctly."
"There is nothing to congratulate. After all, as long as No. 12 is killed with a knife, you can kill anyone."
Xin Zhixia answered casually.
The movements of his hands did not stop, and he was carefully carving up her breakfast.
"Your laid-back look always makes me feel like you haven't been hit by a knife."
Xin Zhixia curled her lips and said, "You even got No. 8 without being hit by the knife. Don't you just think that even he has a chance of winning?"
No. 9 smiled and said nothing.
"When did you find out?"
"Are you referring to the fact that No. 8 and No. 12 exchanged identities? Because I verified it the night before yesterday and found out yesterday that it was indeed correct."
When Xin Zhixia heard this, she looked as if that was indeed the case.
"It seems that you have observed the same thing as me."
No. 9 nodded, raised the milk next to him, and Lin Kong clinked glasses with Xin Zhixia.
Xin Zhixia also raised a glass in response to him.
Lin Mu and Muzi analyzed this passage repeatedly, but neither of them understood it.
What kind of riddle are these two people playing?
verify? How is it verified?
Now in the venue, only No. 9, Xin Zhixia and Tia were eating breakfast seriously.
Lin Mu and Muzi had already begun to wander.
Xin Zhixia couldn't help but wonder if the two of them had already thought about their last words and were planning to say them when they spoke later.
"This is already a dead end with no solution."
Muzi sighed, very frustrated, and even his expression began to become a little distorted.
After all, no one can be calm when thinking about death.
Except for someone of course.
Lin Mu was a little restless, "Did I act a little too obvious before?"
"This is also a reason." No. 9 confirmed this issue.
Lin Mu scratched his head in frustration, "It seems like my acting skills are still too bad."
No. 9 smiled and replied: "No, there is no harm if there is no comparison."
"Hmm, it's true. Compared with others, I think it's pretty good, and it's improved compared to me before." Lin Mu started to look proud again.
Muzi looked at Lin Mu with a bad expression. She had doubts before.
So when Xin Yi said that he was a secret admirer, she felt that it was right.
I don’t know what he is proud of.
"This is the last supper. Why don't you all clink glasses?"
After thinking for a long time, Muzi raised his cup to signal everyone.
Xin Zhixia looked at Muzi, who seemed to have accepted death calmly, with a tangled expression.
Then he raised his glass and looked at Tia, "Ms. Tia, let's clink glasses together."
Then, under everyone's stunned gaze, Tia raised her cup.
Five cups clinked in the air.
