When Xu Shuo came out of the elevator pushing the dining cart, he happened to meet the painter lady walking over.
The sweet girl wearing a beige suspender skirt and beret smiled at him, holding the drawing book prop in her hand, which looked like an inseparable body.
"Good morning, are you going to deliver breakfast to Master Guo?" the girl asked after saying hello.
"Yes." Xu Shuo nodded and pushed the dining cart out of the elevator.
"Then I'll go with you." The girl hugged the drawing book and followed him in a few steps.
Xu Shuo glanced sideways at her without saying anything. The painter lady glanced at the breakfast on the dining car, but then asked, "Can I have some first?"
"Your breakfast is below." Xu Shuo said.
The girl turned her head and looked in the direction of the hall, an expression of disgust immediately appeared on her sweet face: "Forget it, I don't want to go over and see how that woman is showing off right now. I hate this kind of woman who likes to show off her superiority.
People."
Xu Shuo didn't say anything. The inner characters of these three women were really different. Their genes gave them perfect looks.
The two of them walked into the second corridor that turned left, and reached the room at the far end of the corridor that exuded an eerie atmosphere. The master bedroom where the corpse lay did not feel as eerie.
"Master, I brought you breakfast." Xu Shuo stepped forward and knocked on the door.
But there was no response as always. This kind of drama happened every once in a while in the past, and Mr. Guo had to come in person to call him to eat.
But now, Mr. Guo is dead.
Xu Shuo pressed the door handle, but it was locked inside and could not be opened. He knocked on the door several times.
Okay, the process is complete.
I just wanted to go through the character plot. Xu Shuo did not continue to persuade the autistic boy to go out for dinner. He put down the dining car and planned to hand over the task to the butler.
But at this time, the girl next to him suddenly stepped forward and knocked on the door, shouting: "Master Guo, it will be bad for your stomach if you don't eat breakfast."
Not long after the words fell, the door opened quickly with a click. The thin young man with long hair and a melancholy temperament looked at the person at the door, and pursed his bloodless lips.
He then looked at Xu Shuo and stretched out his hand towards the dining table.
Xu Shuo pushed the dining cart a little further, and the young man pulled the dining cart directly into the room and closed the door.
"Girls are indeed very lethal." Xu Shuo laughed inexplicably, turned around and walked out.
"I think so too." The painter girl nodded in agreement. She followed her with her painting book in her arms and said, "For people with deep depression, the reason for continuing to live in this world is because there is still a ray of light."
She looked a little proud when she said this.
"It makes sense, so what do you want to reveal to me?" Xu Shuo looked at her.
"After all, this is a scripted game world, not the real world we live in. I don't want to be stuck here forever." The girl curled her lips.
"Well, what happens next?" Xu Shuo remained calm.
The two of them walked down the stairs and walked to the restaurant. The girl looked at him and continued: "As far as I know, restoring the truth of the story to the greatest extent can complete a script kill."
"Not to find the murderer?"
"But some scripted killings don't even include the murderer. What are you looking for? The real gameplay should be to restore the complete story step by step while chasing the murderer."
The girl thought thoughtfully and said: "Master Guo is depressed because of his mother's suicide, but it's not just that. I think he should know a lot about the cause of Mr. Guo's death. If you start investigating from him,
will be better."
Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and she was talking as she walked, and the latter half of it was caught by the three people at the dinner table.
The photographer immediately turned his head and looked over, smiling gently: "What are you talking about?"
"We are talking about this script. What are you talking about?" The painter girl pulled out her chair and sat down, eating her breakfast while looking at the other three people.
"Sister Zhan is talking about changing the pattern." Tan Xiaohe said with a smile.
"Everyone happens to be here. Let's exchange information. If you want to leave this world, you have to finish this game." Zhan Qian said with a calm expression. She didn't know what they just said. It was rare for this woman to accept it.
Some arrogant attitudes.
"Where is there another person?" The painter girl looked around and asked suddenly.
There are a total of six players who have entered the game. At this time, they can take advantage of the situation, but one person has not come yet.
Qin Xiaohe said with a normal expression: "He slept on the floor last night. He probably didn't sleep well. He climbed into bed early in the morning and continued to catch up on his sleep."
After hearing this, several people looked at her, but they had nothing to say.
Yang Ming and Tan Xiaohe are lovers in the script, so they were naturally assigned to the same room when they came to stay overnight. But in the real world, whether they know each other or not is a problem.
"Let's exchange information first? Now everyone is trapped in the same game. In a way, we are also allies. If we want to leave this world, we have to unite and finish the script quickly." The photographer said seriously.
Said seriously.
"Okay, from what I know, Master Guo is at odds with Mr. Guo because of his mother."
What the photographer didn't expect was that the first person willing to give out the information was the chef. The young man said calmly: "In addition, after Mrs. Guo passed away three years ago, all the servants in the manor were replaced."
The photographer nodded thoughtfully: "It seems that the cause of Mrs. Guo's death may also be somewhat mysterious."
At this time, Zhan Qian, who behaved elegantly, also said: "Then let me talk about the information I got. Mr. Guo and Mrs. Guo according to the housekeeper are very loving. Many roses were planted in the manor for Mrs. Guo, but in a
I had them all removed a month ago.”
Qin Xiaohe scratched his head and said sheepishly: "Wow, you know a lot. I don't even know where to get the news."
She finished tea with everyone present.
Just when the painter lady was about to roll her eyes, she added: "However, Yang Ming told me yesterday that the relationship between the housekeeper and Mr. Guo seems to be very strange."
"What kind of weird method?" Zhan Qian glanced at her.
"It's possible..." The girl smiled slyly: "It has to do with the drying of the sauce~"
Four people present: "..."
Xu Shuo calmly took a sip of water. Is there such a thing? He, who has already received half of the script, has never noticed that there is such a speechless thing.
The photographer said a little awkwardly: "The age difference between the housekeeper and Mr. Guo is quite big, so this should be impossible."
Mr. Guo is in his prime, but the housekeeper is already over sixty years old. No matter how you look at it, the two of them cannot have that kind of relationship.
Qin Xiaohe muttered innocently: "I don't think it is possible, but Yang Ming said this, and I don't know where he got the news. He said that the housekeeper sent roses to Mr. Guo, and now they are still on Mr. Guo.
Woolen cloth."
"Ahem!" Zhan Qian suddenly choked on her tea.
"..." Xu Shuo almost choked. He suddenly felt that he no longer had to worry about being exposed.
