"We are asked to stare at someone, but we don't know which character has long brown hair. It's possible for painters and writers, and it's not impossible if dancers and musicians are more showy." Ai Yuanyuan analyzed.
Yan Cheng was unhurried: "Then just follow what the broadcasters say, don't be a co-star, and don't name names."
He sat at the head seat of the dining table and turned his head directly towards Zhong Jiuyin, looking in the same direction. He could be looking at anyone.
"Long brown hair, just right. How do you explain it?"
Zhong Jiuyin understood his method, but as she looked left and right, she always felt that Yan Cheng was staring at her closely, and he seemed to be waiting for her response when asking questions.
Is it an illusion?
She moved slightly to the right and still felt Yan Cheng staring at her, his eyes seeming to follow her movements.
She is not the only one on this horizontal line. Yan Cheng can't look trance-like, look far away, and don't do these little tricks that can easily cause misunderstandings?
Or is this actually his unconscious behavior?
Because of that kiss in the utility room?
When will an adult man with a complete brain and perfect control of his body act out of control?
...Isn’t it that Yan Cheng is still a poor little guy who has never been kissed?
Zhong Jiuyin's eyes were dark, and by chance she had finished sucking the jelly, and her lips were moist. She licked it and rubbed it heavily with the back of her hand.
Wipe Yan Cheng's gaze away as well.
The voice of the radio judge became the voice-over of the story. She didn't listen and raised her eyelids again to look at Yan Cheng from top to bottom.
Yan Cheng had already withdrew his gaze and was sitting upright, facing her sideways, as if he didn't notice her looking at him, and was concentrating on waiting for the gold coins to fall.
"Yan Cheng's plot is 90% consistent and he will receive 90 gold coins."
"The plot compliance is higher than 85%, and the plot improvement service is activated."
"The chef's words made everyone else stare at the painter. The long fallen hair was an obvious clue, and everyone's suspicious and frightened eyes seemed to burn her. The painter was shaking all over, shaking his head wildly, and shouting: 'It's not me!'
not me!'"
Ai Yuanyuan opened her eyes wide: "So it's you."
Zhong Jiuyin smoothly said: "I haven't said all the lines, it's not me."
Liang Zhi: "That's sophistry."
Zhong Jiuyin: "If I were a murderer, I wouldn't tremble and explain wildly. You should be afraid of me. Why should I be afraid of you? You are a powerful person who has killed a boatload of people."
Yan Cheng said casually: "If it's not you, then who is it? The hair matches yours."
Zhong Jiuyin didn't look at him: "I also want to know who stole my hair and deliberately framed me."
Yuan Yi deliberately spoke for her: "It's not the final stage yet. Judging from the progress, he shouldn't be a painter."
Ai Yuanyuan: "But who left the hair? The murderer probably didn't have time to frame others. It was the painter who once went to the utility room and encountered a chainsaw? But in the plot, the place where the three painters were hiding was not the utility room.
"
"Another clue that seems obvious but actually doesn't stand up to scrutiny." Liang Zhi took off his glasses and wiped them and said, the eyes behind the lenses had a sharp red-phoenix shape when slightly squinted.
It's just that the person is too honest, which weakens the sharpness of the red and phoenix eyes by eight points.
Yuan Yi muttered: "It's like a messy novel that only gets bad reviews when it's published. It makes people dizzy after reading it."
"drop--"
A sharp and sharp sound made Zhong Jiuyin tremble in shock. She pressed her hand unconsciously and squeezed most of the sucking jelly that was brought to her mouth into her mouth, causing her to cough.
Yan Cheng sat up straight and leaned forward to take out the paper, but when he handed it over, he saw that Yuan Yi had already moved over to help.
He paused for a moment, then handed it over.
"Thank you." Zhong Jiuyin coughed and his face turned red. After he recovered, he took another deep sip of jelly.
The plot reminders for this party were a bit intensive, and she was not prepared just now.
After that sharp sound like an air raid siren, there was something familiar again.
"Trigger key plot."
"The painter denied it repeatedly, but the writer said sternly: 'With so many clues pointing to you, who else could it be but you? Did you have a grudge against the captain for a long time, and you sneaked into the cruise ship just to kill him?'"
"The painter shook his head faster. Seeing that no one believed it, he collapsed and shouted: '...'"
"Uh, that's weird."
Liang Zhi said: "How come Yuan Yi's words hit the key plot point?"
Yan Cheng pondered for a moment and said with a firm tone: "There is a problem with the plot prompt. Apart from cooperating with it to receive gold coins, it is best not to follow the plot."
Ai Yuanyuan hesitated to speak but hesitated: "So, is this a suspense novel with the plot disrupted?"
Yuan Yi immediately raised his hand and said excitedly: "I love reading this kind of thing! If the novel becomes an independent world, then this may be a coded bomb game, and we are NPCs who are gradually awakening.
The NPC has to guess the murderer based on confusing clues. The murderer may be himself. Then he guesses the person during the identification process. If he guesses correctly, he escapes from the fake world. If he guesses wrong, he will explode. In our game, that is
Gold coins will be deducted."
Ai Yuanyuan is also a fan. After a subtle sigh, she also came up with a hypothesis.
"Each NPC has a branch line related to clues, that is, everyone has a motive and suspicion for committing a crime, so all of us have been suspected in the previous plot, and the clues to be identified in the future will definitely point to everyone.
"
Yan Cheng: "And the last moment of each branch should be to kill the captain and then everyone else. It just depends on which NPC takes this step first."
"So if we follow the plot, it means the NPCs haven't awakened yet?" Liang Zhi tried hard to keep up with their pace and also pulled out a little bit of content.
Yan Cheng: "Yes. Now we overturn the guidance of the plot. Under the premise that everyone is a bad guy, to find out who is the murderer, in fact, we only need to see who has more time to commit the crime and whose motive is stronger.
.Clues such as hair in the front and body shape can be put aside.”
They talked to each other quickly and wonderfully. Only Zhong Jiuyin sucked the jelly and kept his mouth shut to listen. After listening, he looked at both sides to confirm that they had nothing to say. He held the jelly in his mouth and freed up his hands.
There was a slow but steady round of applause.
"Wonderful, really wonderful." She said vaguely.
other people:"……"
Ai Yuanyuan asked her: "Do you want to express your opinion?"
Zhong Jiuyin took the jelly, shook his head and said, "I am a rather mysterious butt plug."
Yan Cheng: ...It's almost like a lunatic.
"But-"
She added: "The plot still needs to be worked out. It's good to get a few gold coins. You only know that I envy me for having many gold coins, but you don't know how much effort I put in for a few gold coins."
Yan Cheng's face was expressionless: "Most of your gold coins were stolen."
And at least a third of it comes from him.
Zhong Jiuyin imitated the tone of the housewife in the movie she watched recently: "It's easy for you to rob someone? Don't you have to work hard?"
These young people just don't understand how much sweat and tears go into the development of a stunning genius.
Yan Cheng was so sprayed that he couldn't speak, and silently picked up a bag of sucking jelly.
Only then did she start adding lines.
"Actually, I am not a murderer. The reason why I did not kill the captain is very simple, because - I am the captain's father."
Ai Yuanyuan: "...who is whose father?"
"Oh, sorry, the captain is my father."
I will try my best to finish this game within a few chapters, and then start playing Beautiful Love!