Author: Full Sugar Coconut Juice

Although Han Luojun looks very innocent, he has also experienced life and death on the battlefield, and he takes life and death very lightly.

"My elder brother will avenge me, so I don't hate him now. Instead, I feel good about being alive." Han Luojun laughed.

Ji Ling also smiled and did not continue to ask.

Han Luojun's family, especially her eldest brother, gave her enough confidence and raised her to be very open-minded. Ji Ling envied her and it was what she had always longed for.

After chatting and looking for clues, Han Luojun suddenly saw a plastic basin under Xu Yuewen's bed, which contained unburned clothes.

"Look, this dress is Xu Yuewen's token. It was burned." Han Luojun took out the basin.

"There are no other damaged items in this room. It seems to be a token." Feng Yanhao took a look and said, "It's a pink sweatshirt."

"Sweatshirt?" Han Luojun found that she still needed to add a lot of modern things. She felt that this game was still too modern.

"There is a piece in my room that is very similar to this one. It is white." Ji Ling had been to her room before, looked through it, and knew something about the clothes.

"I haven't gone back to the room yet. I'll go take a look later." Han Luojun thought for a moment and said, "It would be weird if everyone had these clothes."

"So, not everyone has your token?" Ji Ling immediately grasped the key point.

Han Luojun smiled: "Even if I tell you, are you sure you can get it?"

Ji Ling also laughed: "How will you know you can't get it if you don't try?"

Han Luojun smiled and said she wanted to visit Qian Zhou's room, and Feng Yanhao went out with her.

Ji Ling also wanted to go out, but Bai Jian and Bai Hong stopped her: "So, what is your token?"

"Why don't you call me sister?" Ji Ling looked at her.

"I am not worthy of everyone. I call you sister." Jian Baihong replied with a smile. She did not have a weak temperament at all, but was very aura.

"What a coincidence, not everyone is worthy of knowing what my token is." Ji Ling left a few words and left.

*

When several people arrived at Qian Zhou's room, they found that Chu Mochen was still there. Han Luojun asked directly: "Did you find him again?"

Chu Mochen raised his head and glanced at Han Luoyun, then pointed at Qian Zhou: "His token is a handkerchief."

"Um?"

Chu Mochen pointed to the corner of the table and found a burned blue plaid handkerchief with one corner left.

"Ah, this..." Jian Baihong shrank nervously behind Han Luojun.

"It's okay." Han Luojun comforted Jian Baihong, and then said to Chu Mochen: "Why are you standing at the door of Qianzhou."

"I was next door to him and felt a crash. Come and have a look." Chu Mochen had no emotion at all and answered questions very coldly.

"The murderer should have been there at the time, otherwise why would he have burned the veil?" Han Luojun looked at Feng Yanhao: "But the fact that a few of us were together at the time should be able to prove that, except..."

Han Luojun glanced at Chu Mochen, the only one who was not present, and coughed twice. Just now he had sworn that there was insufficient evidence.

"What if you don't die immediately if you burn the token?" Chu Mochen suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Han Luoyun doesn't quite understand. How can this be done?

"We know too little about the tokens. We still need to look for other clues to see if there are any hints." Feng Yanhao agreed with what Chu Mochen said.

"In this case, Chu Mochen, do you want to come with us? Form a team. With more people, analysis will be faster." Han Luojun asked seriously. She learned that Chu Mochen's identity was the only one different among the 10 players.

Yes, he is an investment boss, and the others are actors, so I felt that there might be something different about Chu Mochen.

But I didn't expect the rejection to come so quickly.
Chapter completed!