The radio sound fell, and Ai Yuanyuan was not in the mood to care about the gold coins, and asked in a low voice:
"I didn't pull out the key plot, so the reminder function has been downgraded? It's so embarrassing, sorry."
She rarely showed anxiety. Compared to Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi, she always swam like a fish on the show, even if she was as nervous as them in private.
It’s just that the paper relaxation is too fragile and can be broken with a little mistake.
Yan Cheng briefly comforted him: "There are not enough prompts, and I really can't guess the subsequent plot. Closed large-scale plot reminders will not affect anything."
Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi also quickly said that it was nothing to do with her.
Zhong Jiuyin, who was calling beautiful Yuanyuan, did not rush to speak.
She was touching her chin again, thinking.
After hearing what Yuan Yi and Liang Zhi comforted Ai Yuanyuan, Yan Cheng waited for a few seconds but didn't wait for her to speak. He looked at her and asked, "Zhong Jiuyin..."
I paused for two seconds as soon as I called out a name, and the three words turned around on the tip of my tongue, as if I could taste a sensation.
No matter how you call a name, it also has a different meaning, as if it is no longer as simple as a name.
After almost uncheckable, he calmly asked the following words: "Have you discovered anything?"
The other three turned over to see her contemplative expression.
Zhong Jiuyin: "Don't disturb me, my mind suddenly became a little sober. I guess I'm going to find some big clues."
Yan Cheng:...What a mind that is a bit unprecedentedly clear, and a flash of inspiration can be explained so roughly.
She said don't bother, there was really no one talking. Ai Yuanyuan was looking forward to something that overshadowed her mistake just now, and she was staring at her.
The special red liquid at the murder scene had a strange smell. After smelling it for a long time, his nose was affected. Liang Zhi couldn't help but sneeze.
The next second, Jiuyin suddenly stared at Ai Yuanyuan and Yan Cheng, squinted his eyes and looked up and down, left and right.
Yan Cheng: "What?"
She didn't say anything, she looked away a little, and looked Ai Yuanyuan again and again.
Ai Yuanyuan just grabbed his arm, although she had let go after the performance, Yan Cheng suddenly thought.
The idea was still in his mind. He had subconsciously put his arms around and rubbed his hanging fingers through the stitching of his pants. He was a little far away from Ai Yuanyuan, and there was no possibility of touching it.
Zhong Jiuyin didn't notice his movements, and stared Ai Yuanyuan so hard that she suddenly realized: "I found out."
Ai Yuanyuan and Yan Cheng made a sound.
"What?"
"What?"
"Aren't writers very timid? Logically speaking, timid and scared people will seek protection from people with a sense of security. But the chef has been speculated by us as the murderer. How could a writer grab the chef's hand and seek comfort at this time?
?”
Yuan Yigou looked at her, and after thinking rationally, he agreed unconditionally: "Yes, writers should stay away from the chef, otherwise wouldn't it be ooc?"
"Unless--" Zhong Jiuyin was also talking about these two words. The two voices collide with each other, and their eyes looked at each other with a tacit understanding.
"Unless the writer thinks from the bottom of his heart that the chef is not the murderer."
Ai Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment: "What does it mean? Is the suspicion coming from me?"
Zhong Jiuyin touched his ponytail, learned from the painter's arrogant style, and raised his chin slightly: "Just say whether the analysis is reasonable or not, is the conclusion correct? Am I good at it?"
Ai Yuanyuan: "...awesome. But how could I be the murderer? In the image retracement, the murderer is a man wearing leather shoes."
Zhong Jiuyin paused, waved her hand and said without hesitation: "Not necessarily, what if she is a woman who likes to wear leather shoes?"
Ai Yuanyuan: "Do you? I don't like to wear it."
Zhong Jiuyin: "You can wear it."
Ai Yuanyuan: “…”
"I have said before that I am not the murderer, you don't believe it." Yan Cheng interrupted at this time.
"Don't rush to wash away," Zhong Jiuyin also had a more reasonable analysis. "You probably are not a good person either. Maybe it's the writer and the chef who conspired with him. The chef was bribed as a thug, and he could give each other a gift if necessary.
Become a witness.”
Yan Cheng didn't blink for a moment: "Then when he was on the third floor just now, it was the writer and the chef who hid together, not me, Ai Yuanyuan and Yuan Yi."
Using character identity in front and you and me in back, Zhong Jiuyin couldn't help but recall the accident that happened in that small room.
…It would be better if you could remember the rules of the artists so repeatedly, and you would not be criticized by Qian Yu.
She casually said: "Who knows what plot you are doing? Maybe it's just to threaten Yuan Yi and me separately."
Yuan Yi nodded and said, "It's possible."
From the process of reverse results, any impossible will be regarded as possible and cannot be explained clearly.
Yan Cheng did not explain anymore and decided to ignore some suspicions in a targeted manner, agreeing with half of her meaning: "In short, I also think the writer's behavior is a bit suspicious."
Ai Yuanyuan immediately pulled someone into the water: "If you have to say that, then Zhong Jiuyin, you are also suspicious, and everyone may be the murderer."
"I didn't do anything to make people suspicious. You can't be suspicious just because I'm a very beautiful lady, right?"
Zhong Jiuyin stood in a sloppy position, and it was always a bit out of place when talking about "a very beautiful lady".
Yan Cheng: "It is also possible that you are suspected because you are a warrior with very strong legs and feet."
Zhong Jiuyin glanced over, and did not express speechlessness with her eyelids as before, nor did she glar at him. Instead, her eyes rolled around and a word popped out of her mouth.
"cry."
Then he tilted his head towards Yuan Yi, and pointed at Yan Cheng's direction, signaling him to follow.
Yuan Yi quickly understood what she meant, a little embarrassed, but more eager to try, saying, "Shearing tears."
After saying that, he followed Liang Zhi.
Liang Zhi said carefully: "…she burst into tears."
Ai Yuanyuan also said: "Tears are falling like rain, crying, choking, and tears flowing."
Yan Cheng's eyes twitched.
"Unlucky gold fingers passively activate."
"Name: A pear blossom with spring rain."
"Activation instructions..."
Yan Cheng was too lazy to finish listening and looked at Zhong Jiuyin.
Her eyebrows were raised spiritually and said, "Your golden fingers are not activated for a limited number of times. Wouldn't it be useful when you need to set off the atmosphere?"
After pretending to sigh, she smiled and said, "Cry."
According to the process of crying last time, Yan Cheng would close his eyes to brew feelings first. She was still waiting to see him, but Yan Cheng didn't keep looking at her and kept looking at her like that.
Then slowly, water light came out from the eyes.
There are lights in this place, and the light is bright enough for everyone and the camera to see the thin layer of tears clearly.
And the eye sockets that are gradually red.
As soon as the eyelashes blinked, the shaped tears rolled down, just dripping on the back of Yan Cheng's raised hand.
Then it flowed down the back of the hand and disappeared soon, leaving only the wet traces that the person involved could barely feel.
He began to wipe his hands on his chin, without showing any dissatisfaction with their bullying of the bad guys, and also incorporated their bad taste and pulled another bad guy into the water.
"What are the keywords for Yuan Yi's golden finger activation? I can't be tortured by myself."
I can't tell how many times Zhong Jiuyin would cry when she was bad.