Of course, Yuan Yi refused to reveal the keywords triggered by his golden finger, but everyone's bad ideas could not be suppressed, and he could only guess words one by one to achieve his goal.
Yan Cheng: "Is he laughing? He laughs loudly, smiling?"
His voice was calm, but his tears had not been wiped dry, and his eyelashes were still a little wet. No matter what he said, he looked like a fragile beauty pretending to be strong.
Zhong Jiuyin glanced at him with her eyes and listened to Ai Yuanyuan happily following his sentences.
"Sing? Sing, sing youth?"
Yuan Yidu shook his head.
Zhong Jiuyin touched her eyebrows and also answered a similar sentence: "Call me? Scream, scream?"
Everyone uses parallelism. Liang Zhi is not easy to fall down, so he also guesses: "Run? Run, run around?"
"Not all, don't waste time guessing, let's go to the plot." Yuan Yi didn't want to be guessed, so he quickly interrupted their guess and pushed them back to the point.
"Ai Yuanyuan's plot is wrong. We still have to think carefully about the key characters and clues in the future. Time doesn't wait for anyone, so it's better to end sooner."
He was pushing Liang Zhi and Zhong Jiuyin.
Yan Cheng is too famous, and there is a natural sense of distance between them, so Yuan Yi dare not make jokes and small moves casually.
Ai Yuanyuan is a girl, and he is embarrassed to push and pull when he is not very familiar with each other. Zhong Jiuyin is different. Her hair is casual and she is the best person to joke about and deal with.
Yuan Yi pushed her gently, and she leaned back slightly, as if he was pushing her away.
She kept holding her hands and said slowly: "I have a store after escaping this village. I can always guess it anyway. The program team can't make a golden hand pointer that cannot be activated, right?"
He didn't know why, and his heart was as happy as he opened the bubbles. He smiled and said, "Sister Yin, let me go, it's a bad luck to hit this golden finger--"
With a slightly long voice begging for mercy, Zhong Jiuyin took this trick and turned her head to raise an eyebrow at him: "What's the business of your unluckyness? I'm fine if I'm not unlucky."
The atmosphere of their talking and laughing was so harmonious, and Liang Zhi was also pushed by Yuan Yi, and he couldn't find a chance to interrupt.
But it's good not to interrupt, and he doesn't want to talk much. It's another person...
Liang Zhi glanced at Yan Cheng and quickly withdrew his gaze.
Yan Cheng had no other expression on his face, nor did he look at Zhong Jiuyin and Yuan Yi. He walked normally, and when he encountered a fake corpse blocking the road, he would lower his eyes and then cross and continue walking.
It's normal, but Liang Zhi always feels that the corners of his lips may be pursing unhappily.
"Everyone really wears a mask. I don't know if the murderer is there. The mask should be a clue." Ai Yuanyuan said while walking beside Yan Cheng.
Her mind is all about the game, and she can be said to be very pure compared to the other four people and doesn't want to think about anything.
The variety show technician should listen more to the words. When Zhong Jiuyin heard this, he lowered his head to look at the mask of the corpses of the surrounding dummies. He patted Yuan Yi's arm and asked him to take it back.
Yuan Yi stopped. He was one head taller than Zhong Jiuyin. He leaned out from behind her, his chin seemed to be on her shoulders, and from the front and back it seemed to be close to her.
In fact, there can be another person standing in the gap between two people.
"What is the corpse in the middle holding?"
Zhong Jiuyin squatted down, picked up the thing with two fingers, shook it, and then wiped the "blood" clean on the dummy's clothes, shaking it in the light.
Yan Cheng squatted beside her, bent his index finger slightly to hold the thing under it, glanced at it and said, "Communication Device."
The "blood" on the communicator was not completely wiped clean, and his hands were stained with a little red spot, which was very obvious on the slender and clean fingertips.
"This person is a staff member on the cruise ship," Yan Cheng said, turning the communicator again, looking at the "captainmaster" tag on it, and then said, "It's the captain..."
Zhong Jiuyin looked at him, shook the communicator, and hit his knuckles to let him loosen.
Yan Cheng paused, looked at her, and then let go of his obedience and continued:
"The captain is the highest administrator of the cruise ship and will attend social events on board so that passengers can know him better."
Ai Yuanyuan thought seriously: "So the captain died too. But what clues does his death bring to us? Let us find this communicator?"
Yuan Yi guessed: "It may also be that we must make sure that the people on the cruise ship are dead to the point where only five of us are left, and then we must make sure that the murderer is indeed among us."
Ai Yuanyuan retorted: "Now, let's determine what's the use of this? It should be just to let us discover the communicator."
"It may not be... right?" Liang Zhi whispered, "Actually, I don't think the murderer needs to mingle with us and pretend to be good people. He killed only a few people and there were no policemen, so the situation was not threatening at all."
Zhong Jiuyin moved her eyes to him, staring Liang Zhi's scalp tightly and he was about to stutter again.
"What, what? Are there any questions? "
"No," she threw the communicator to Yuan Yi, rubbed the red liquid stained on her fingers on the corpse's clothes, and then raised her chin, "It makes sense, continue."
Her posture was like a bandit leader, Liang Zhi continued honestly.
"In this case, the murderer pretended to be a good person and did not want to be discovered. Perhaps it was because we were threatening to him. Even if he wanted to eliminate the roots, he could not directly suppress him with force when facing the other four people.
So we can only pretend to be a good person to sow discord, choose a scapegoat, let us force that person to death, and reduce the number of people to threaten him."
Zhong Jiuyin looked him up and down: "I'm a little smart."
She is just slightly inferior to her stunning genius.
Liang Zhi smiled embarrassedly.
Yan Cheng thought: "If this is the case, the murderer's military power should not be high, or it is very weak, and there should be no suspicion so far."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhong Jiuyin.
Zhong Jiuyin immediately turned his head: "Look at what I do? Am I weak?"
While saying that, rolling up your cuffs to show off your muscles and strength.
Yan Cheng: "...You are not weak, but the character you draw is very weak."
Although he thought that the identity of random draws was really not in line with that, their roles should be in tune, and her image was obviously more suitable for the profession of chefs.
The chef stirs the spoon and she swings the pot.
Of course, Zhong Jiuyin refused to admit: "Why is the painter weak? What if the painting field I am involved in requires strength?"
Yan Cheng showed an expression that he wanted to hear the details: "For example, what field?"
“……There are too many fields, so I won’t explain them one by one here.”
Yan Cheng did not let her go: "If you can't summarize it, you can show it. If you can be invited to the cruise ship painting party feast, should it be a realistic style? Oil painting?"
Her eyes turned and found another reason: "No tools can be displayed."
"That's a pity. I didn't have the chance to see your painting that requires a lot of effort." Yan Cheng looked at her deeply.
She waved her hand perfunctorily: "Just regret it in my heart. Anyway, I am a good person, that's the truth. Also, there are obviously weaker people here-"