It was originally a sentence that he had been criticized, but now it was becoming more and more ambiguous by him. Zhou Ziheng considered himself unlucky and had nothing to say, so he could only lower his head and continue the work at his hands.

Xia Xiqing noticed that the guy's ears were red.

It was obvious that he was flirting with, but he was embarrassed.

Negligent arson is also arson.

The paper gradually recovered in Zhou Ziheng's hands, arranged on the ground, and the complete cover of the document gradually appeared.

"Divorce...Agreement?" He whispered the words on the document, thinking of another document he had found in Shang Sirui's bedroom before.

"Is the document in the safe before a power of attorney for property transfer?" Zhou Ziheng spoke without raising his head, but received no response. He turned his face in confusion and found that Xia Xiqing was dazed to the words on the ground.

He couldn't help but touch Xia Xiqing with his elbow, and the other party suddenly realized, with a strange expression on his face, "Ah, yes, it seems to be."

Although I haven't known each other for a long time, Zhou Ziheng has seen too many faces of this person, lazy, cunning, vicious, decisive, hypocritical, and artificial. But the moment just now surprised him.

Xia Xiqing realized that his emotions were exposed, and the expression on his face changed again. Zhou Ziheng also found that he was staring at his face too closely, so he lowered his head to look at the pieced agreement. Surprisingly, Zhou Ziheng found that the agreement was actually quite complete, and there were some narratives about property division and the judgment of custody of the 14-year-old only son, which made him admire the meticulousness of the program team.

"Have you finished reading it? I have something to say." In order not to be seen by others, Xia Xiqing collected the paper on the ground and put it back into the wastebasket, lowered his voice and told Zhou Ziheng that he had been rectifying for a long time.

"Come with me." As he said that, he stood up, pulled Zhou Ziheng's wide cuffs and walked towards the wardrobe.

Shang Sirui saw these two people and shouted at the other end, "Oh, Ziheng, you guys..."

Zhou Ziheng did not resist, but said to Shang Sirui, "Let's go to that room to see if there are any other clues." Unexpectedly, after saying this, the hand that originally grabbed his cuff changed, and directly grabbed his wrist. Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment, "Hey..."

Xia Xiqing took him to another room regardless of the matter, let go of his hand, and closed the wardrobe door lightly.

"What do you have to say?" Zhou Ziheng looked into his eyes.

"Now everyone is here," Xia Xiqing walked to the bed and sat down. The rose fragrance in the room made him feel dizzy. "In other words, there must be one killer among us."

Zhou Ziheng hugged his arms and nodded in agreement.

"Have you noticed that the clues for each room are two lines, one is exclusive to each room. As long as you connect it, you can find the unlocked room, and the other clue is not related to escape from the secret room of a single room." Xia Xiqing rarely showed a serious expression and analyzed the clues they had one by one, "Notes on dates in the study, reservation pages of the restaurant in the bedroom, property transfer commissions and medical records left with only empty shells, the divorce agreement in the woman's bedroom just now..." He paused and looked at the room he was in, "So, there should be any clues that have nothing to do with unlocking in this room."

"What do you think these clues are used for?"

Xia Xiqing leaned back on the bed. The information was so broken that he felt a little headache. He pulled open the hair rings that were tied up on the back of his head, grabbed his hair, and when he turned his head, he accidentally found a painting on the wall.

"Why don't you say it?"

Xia Xiqing, who was originally lying on the bed, sat up, his hair scattered in his ears, looking even more gentle. He walked to the wall with the paintings hanging, looked carefully at the paintings on it, and finally gave a positive answer, "The male owner of this family did have an affair." He turned around and looked at Zhou Ziheng, "The object of the affair was the owner of this room."

"Because of the roses in this room?" Zhou Ziheng was actually a little suspicious, but there was no more convincing evidence, so he did not make a rash judgment.

Xia Xiqing shook his head, "Not exactly." He pointed to a painting hanging on the wall. In it, there were a pair of men and women embraced each other. The white shirt outlined the lines of the man's muscles. His powerful arms wrapped around the woman's waist. Behind them were red curtains and clear light and dark light. "This painting is Fragonard's "Bulle", and the theme is affair."

Zhou Ziheng, who came over, looked at the painting carefully. He had no prior knowledge of art and could only ask, "How did it be expressed?"

Xia Xiqing enjoyed being asked by Zhou Ziheng, and even more enjoying the process of answering him. He curled his lips slightly, "Did you see the flower in the lower right corner? It was brought to his lover by this man, but when he opened the door and saw this woman, he couldn't help but feel affection and threw the flower on the ground, put one hand around her waist, and the other hand wanted to stretch it over and tie the door bolt." He looked at Zhou Ziheng's eyes with his side face, "Can you imagine that picture?"

Zhou Ziheng was suddenly choked, and that kind of exciting scene of affair appeared in his mind.

This person is so perverted that he always asks him so bluntly that he probably won't be able to look directly at the word "imagination" in the future.

In order to cover up the embarrassment, Zhou Ziheng frowned and turned the topic stiffly, "So, what does this painting have to do with this room?"

"More than this, all the paintings in this room are either related to love or portraits of men. Look at the drawing board beside the bed and the clothes in the wardrobe, you can imagine that the owner of the room is a female painter." Xia Xiqing walked to the drawing board, "I always feel that the clues in these rooms are connected to each other are a story, as if there is a plot."

Just like many theme-based escape room games, most of them launch puzzles one by one in the set plot, but this reality show is not like this. Each room seems to be independent, but there is also a series of clue chains independent of unlocking the door, revealing the plot step by step.

What is the story? Xia Xiqing feels that some clues are very messy now and cannot be combined together.

One of the most critical points must have been missed.

Staring at Xia Xiqing's side face, Zhou Ziheng found a scar on his chin that was not easy to detect, which looked like there were traces of needles. To be honest, Xia Xiqing was much more pleasing to her when she got serious, and with that beautiful and harmless face, she could deceive everyone.

My heart is constantly struggling, and time passes by minute by minute.

He never felt so difficult to make a choice.

Several hours have passed, and the first round of voting will begin soon. He has no way to guarantee whether anyone will be executed in the first round.

well.

Zhou Ziheng put his hand helplessly in the pocket of his coat, took out a dark brown dropper bottle and handed it to Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing was a little surprised. When he took the bottle, he glanced at Zhou Ziheng. The expression on the other person's face was so awkward that he couldn't describe what it was.

He couldn't help laughing, "What's this?"

With this frivolous ending sound again, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but feel bored, and even began to regret the decision to share his unique clues. He looked at Xia Xiqing's slender fingers and circled the mouth of the brown wide-mouthed bottle.

I want to take it back, so I will grab it back from him now.

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, Xia Xiqing looked at his eyes and raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you talk?" This time the ending sound was longer.

Zhou Ziheng coughed.

Forget it, I gave it all.

"I just found it in the living room and fell into a corner of the dining table." Xia Xiqing looked at the bottle, with a label on it with chemical symbols written on it.

"This is cyanide and chemical, toxic." Zhou Ziheng played the role of a science student and told Xia Xiqing the answer directly. Hearing these three words, Xia Xiqing was stunned. All the clues were gathered in his mind at this moment.

No wonder...

No wonder there are white chrysanthemums on the table in the study, and the furniture is covered with white cloth.

"The male master was killed." Xia Xiqing looked up at Zhou Ziheng, and the other party nodded slightly and said to him, "Is the plot a string like this?"

That's right, that's right. Xia Xiqing began to try to connect the previous clues, "The male master cheated on the female painter, tried to transfer his property, and divorced the female master. He is dead now..."

"According to common sense, the hostess is the most suspicious." Zhou Ziheng continued, "It is not impossible to tear the divorce agreement and kill the male host in a hurry."

Xia Xiqing frowned slightly, "It is obvious that the male owner received an invitation from a female painter. In the sophia restaurant, the male owner could not divorce his wife in the end and chose a family, so the painter would not be able to kill anyone."

Zhou Ziheng looked at the painting "The Bin" and said, "What you said makes sense, too much information is given through paintings."

If there weren't professionals like Xia Xiqing, many clues would have become blurred, but would his perspective be over-interpreted?

Not necessarily.

"Yes, the painting gave a lot of information," Xia Xiqing tried to organize paintings that did not get valid information, "Most of the room were reminding the ambiguous relationship between the female painter and the male owner, the "Nameless Girl" hanging in the female owner's room, and our room..."

Hanging "The Maha with Clothes".

He suddenly thought of Maha's clothes in the painting, his eyes were empty, and he spoke blankly, "Did you find it? The clothes Maha was wearing..."

Zhou Ziheng nodded calmly, "It's exactly the same as Cen Cen's body."

Players actually correspond to the characters in the secret room plot.

Xia Xiqing inserted his finger into his hair in disbelief and looked at the painting "The Bin" and the portrait of the man on the wall. One of their common features is that they are all wearing white shirts.

"So I'm the male owner?"

The player himself does not know that he has a role correspondence, so he is completely kept in the dark, and he will only discover it after the clue is gradually restored.
Chapter completed!