The two WeChat messages were sent by a female WeChat ID, who should be a friend of the deceased.
After seeing the content on WeChat, Yang Qingyan pointed at Peng Qiangyu and said excitedly: "You said it wasn't you. It must have been the deceased who threatened you and asked you to break up with your girlfriend, so you killed her!"
Peng Qiangyu said reluctantly: "It may be that the deceased threatened you about plagiarizing the plan and asked you to agree to a certain condition. But you couldn't agree, so she killed her."
"It can't be her!"
Xia Ruizhi pointed to one of the words on WeChat and said: "The person who sent this WeChat message uses the form of he in Shanliren, which means that this person is male, so it cannot be Yang Qingyan."
Hearing that Xia Ruizhi protected her, Yang Qingyan cast a grateful look at him and leaned closer to him unconsciously. It seemed that the relationship between the two people had subtly changed unknowingly.
"Who says it can't be her? Look at the second WeChat message. The person who sent the WeChat message doesn't know that person's name at all. He probably doesn't even know whether he is a boy or a girl, so you can't judge just from the word 'he'.
The gender of the murderer!”
Peng Qiangyu then changed the subject: "Besides, I'm not the only man here, why do you always doubt me? Aren't you a man?"
Xia Ruizhi said nonchalantly: "I have never been threatened by the deceased. I am the least suspicious here. You can't doubt me."
"Hmph, usually the suspects in scripted murders are the least suspected. And I remember that the woman who stabbed the villain said that if the deceased comes in and out of your room, who knows if you have done anything shameful!"
Xia Ruizhi retorted: "I am single, so even if I do something shameful, I am not afraid of threats. But you, who has a girlfriend and wears a couple's ring with the deceased, you are definitely the murderer to me anyway."
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After Xia Ruizhi and Yang Qingyan joined forces, Peng Qiangyu was obviously unable to resist, but just when he was racking his brains to think of how to win back the victory, there was a knock on the door.
Everyone in the room suddenly became quiet.
After the script started, the six participants were trapped in this scene, unable to make calls or contact the outside world.
Now two people are dead and the remaining people are all in the room, so who is knocking on the door outside?
The four people in the room looked at each other with frightened expressions on their faces.
The knocking on the door continued, but no one dared to answer, let alone open the door.
"Qiang Yu, open the door for me quickly. I'm the only one in the corridor. I'm scared!"
Seeing that no one opened the door, the person who knocked on the door shouted something into the room, but after hearing the voice, Peng Qiangyu was so frightened that he almost collapsed on the ground.
Because it was clearly Han Ying's voice outside the door.
Han Ying continued to knock on the door and said: "Qiang Yu, I heard your voice just now. I know you are inside. Don't be afraid. I just fainted and am not dead. If you don't believe me, open the door and have a look."
Yang Qingyan asked in a low voice: "Is your girlfriend really not dead?"
Because Yang Qingyan did not enter the room when she went to find Peng Qiangyu, she only heard Peng Qiangyu and Mo Shouchen say that Han Ying was dead and did not see it with her own eyes.
Peng Qiangyu shook his head desperately and said: "No, she was hung up with a scarf around her neck for 10 minutes. There is no way she is still alive!"
"Hang her up for 10 minutes? Didn't you say she was strangled to death by a female ghost?"
"Well……"
In order to conceal his unwillingness to save Han Ying, Peng Qiangyu lied and said that Han Ying was strangled to death by a female ghost, and that his hand was cut off by a female ghost to save Han Ying.
But because he was too scared just now, he accidentally told the truth.
"Oh, don't ask so many questions. She is definitely dead anyway, and the person knocking on the door now is definitely not a person!"
Since Peng Qiangyu said so categorically, Yang Qingyan didn't say anything anymore. After all, in this situation, her own life could be saved or not, so how could she care about others.
Since there was no response, the knocks on the door outside became more and more urgent, and Han Ying's voice became sharper.
"Peng Qiangyu, you beast, you watched me being hanged and didn't save me, and now you don't open the door for me. You keep saying you love me. Is this how you love me?"
"Peng Qiangyu, I really regret agreeing to be with you. I hate you!"
"Peng Qiangyu, you must die a happy death!"
The sounds outside became increasingly miserable, and the door was banging loudly. It felt like Han Ying outside might break open the door and rush in at any time.
Peng Qiangyu huddled in the corner, holding his shoulder with his right hand, shaking his head and repeating in his mouth: "Don't blame me, don't blame me, don't blame me..."
Just when everyone thought Han Ying might rush in at any time, the knocking on the door suddenly stopped, and there was dead silence outside the door, as if nothing had happened just now.
After waiting for a long time and seeing that nothing happened, the faces of several people in the room became a little better.
But from what Han Ying said just now, everyone else could probably guess what happened before, so they all looked at Peng Qiangyu in unison.
At this time, Peng Qiangyu also gradually calmed down from his extreme fear. Seeing everyone looking at him, he stood up awkwardly.
"What are you looking at! Do you believe what the ghost says?"
As he spoke, he walked to the bathroom. When Han Ying knocked on the door just now, he almost peed in fear, and finally he gritted his teeth to hold back.
Now that the crisis was over, he couldn't hold it in any longer. In order to avoid the contempt and questioning eyes of others, he quickly walked into the bathroom.
But because of fear, he did not close the door. Although this behavior was not very civilized, compared with survival, civilization was not worth mentioning.
He walked to the toilet, used his only right hand to unzip his pants with difficulty, and then started to drain the water.
Because he had been holding it in for too long, he couldn't help but close his eyes and let out a pleasant moan while releasing the water.
But just as he was enjoying this long-lost pleasure, he didn't notice that the bathroom door behind him slowly closed...
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It is now 1:14 midnight. I updated at 0:00, but the review has not yet been completed. At this moment, someone must be scolding me for not updating on time, so I specially came here to add this sentence, Amen!
