Ai Yuanyuan and Yuan Yi and the others said similarly, and then turned back to talk to Zhong Jiuyin and Yan Cheng.
"We discussed that Liang Zhi is a noble dancer who was excluded by the dance troupe. He dreamed every day that Jack Su saved thousands of women in the world. The conflict with the captain was mainly the captain's humiliation."
"Ya Yuan is a lustful third-rate musician. Because his works are all the same, he is like-minded friends with the captain. They held a masked dance together to collect money from male guests with the same hobbies."
The character is too trash. In order to prevent the real person from being labeled with these trash tags, Yuan Yi hurried out to explain.
"I'm wearing it, not the trash myself."
Yan Cheng: "So their motives are that they cannot bear the humiliation and want to retaliate, and the other is that they have a disagreement with the captain over the distribution of money?"
"Then Yuan Yi's motive for the crime is stronger than that of others." Zhong Jiuyin said, pinching the shrimp that had not had time to stuff it into her mouth.
"The conflicts that money can cause are beyond imagination. In order to take money alone, musicians may kill people and then frame them. Those who pay and those who share the money are dead, who knows what he does?"
Yuan Yi had no way to argue for his role, so he could only point the finger at others to gain temporary stability.
"What about the chef? The chef's hardware equipment is really in line with the murderer's characteristics."
Yan Cheng put his hands upright on the table, his fingers crossed slightly, and said steadily: "The chef's position as the chef was reported by the captain."
Zhong Jiuyin: "The captain also invited the chef to make midnight snacks, for fear that it would not be poisoned to death?"
"…The captain didn't know that the chef knew about this, he reported it quietly."
Liang Zhi showed his face on the horizontal line and said, "The motive for the crime is also great, and the chef may be quietly planning to kill the captain."
"Yes," Yuan Yi agreed again, "The chef's identity is just enough to carry knives on a cruise ship without being discovered, and he also has the courage and ability to kill people, which is very consistent."
Yan Cheng was still calm without defending himself: "Now everyone has the motive for committing crimes. Although there are still some concealment, the problem can be seen and you can prepare to identify it."
It seems that the chef is just his insignificant identity, and the coordinator is his real body.
Zhong Jiuyin looked at him and slowly stuffed the shrimp into her mouth.
Yuan Yi asked: "What about the subsequent plot? There is no prompt to call the hotline yet. We still have to pass the plot before we can identify it?"
Ai Yuanyuan: "There should be a shortcut? This novel world is like a system text for us. The system uses gold coins to reward and follow his plot. When the NPC wakes up, the virtual world is shaking and finally breaks, and then we
Return to the normal world.”
Liang Zhi: "Where are gold coins, don't you want them?"
Obtaining gold coins from the plot is a serious way to reverse the decline. Compared with the snatching stage, it is the difference between earning money honestly and going out to grab money.
Especially for the last one now, it is an opportunity that cannot be missed.
They stretched their necks to see Yan Cheng.
Yan Cheng was very straightforward and said directly: "I don't need it. No matter how many gold coins are, they will be divided into three parts."
Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes, and they will still be afraid of him at that time.
Ai Yuanyuan: "Then start looking for a way to pass the level quickly? Everyone thinks about what words can make the world of novels collapse."
Yuan Yi: "I just said it was like a novel world, and the radio response was very big, and the task point popped up immediately."
Liang Zhi: "Then stimulate it to pop out the task quickly, and then we ignore it, leave the space and fast forward to the end?"
Yan Cheng made the final decision: "Yes."
Brainstorming and brainstorming, they soon hit the pain points of the broadcast, and the task prompts that appeared became more and more sharp.
"drop--"
"drop--"
"Didi--"
The plot has passed one after another, and it was so fast that it was getting smoked on the radio.
Zhong Jiuyin just ate and occasionally made a contribution.
Ten minutes passed - I was just a brainless radio. How could I think that this group of people could never stop for so long, pretending to be stupid but still unable to defend themselves. In the end, it turned into the sound of glass shattering around the ground.
.
It's the last plot.
"…The waves hit the cruise ship, and a burst of bang. The mirror in the bathroom suddenly cracked, and the figure looked at herself in the cracked lenses. At the last moment, he suddenly thought about everything that was covered in fog. It turned out to be...she!
”
Immediately after the loud bang of the sea waves hitting the hull, the whole story ended completely.
The restaurant was quiet for two minutes.
Zhong Jiuyin didn't dare to exert much force on his fingertips. He carefully picked up the tin foil and took out a piece of milk slices. The rumbling movement was the only source of sound.
Then praise it.
"Which unlucky novel is this written by an unlucky person? The ending of the suspense murder case is that everyone is submerged in the sea with a cruise ship?" It is not as readable as her bedside reading.
Ai Yuanyuan: "...Maybe, this is the origin of the word suspense?"
Zhong Jiuyin: "Yes, I didn't tell who the murderer was when everyone died. Leave a blank space here for everyone to guess."
"I tried to cover up the shortcomings of writing by using the method of the whole nation to guess the evil," Yuan Yi continued her words, "I guessed it right before. This is a spicy novel written by a third-rate writer."
Ai Yuanyuan: "You are a little embarrassed by the way I am a writer."
"Is it really you wrote..."
"Shhh," Yan Cheng raised his index finger in front of his lips, signaling the direction of the broadcast, "We should notify the identification link."
Everyone was well-behaved and silent.
The voice on the radio changed to someone else, very serious and upright: "The story is over, please go to the telephone booth to call the reporting hotline and tell me your identified person."
"I inform you again: the identification rules stipulate that if the murderer is reported by three or more people, it is considered a failure. If the murderer is reported by only two or one person, it is considered a success. The murderer is successful and the gold coins are large.
The gift package was owned by him alone, but the murderer failed, and the other guests also owned the gift package of gold coins."
The telephone booth is on this deck, and everyone needs to go out alone to make a call.
No one was in a hurry to leave, and sat in the seat and looked around.
Yuan Yi asked tentatively: "Sister Yin, who are you going to identify?"
Zhong Jiuyin swept over Yan Cheng on the side, and then took another piece of milk from his hand, and said casually: "You."
Yan Cheng's hand stopped on the bag of pink sucking jelly and turned his head to look at her.
She ignored it and looked at Yuan Yi in front of her and opened her dog's eyes wide.
"Telebrating me? Why?"
"Of course it's because my wise brain makes rational thinking and fair judgment."
Yuan Yi: "…You can't treat me like this, sister..."
"I'm the first to go out." Yan Cheng suddenly stood up and said.
The feet of the chair "thorn" rubbed against the ground, and he followed the staff out without squinting.
When he left, Ai Yuanyuan asked Zhong Jiuyin in a low voice: "Who do you think Brother Yan Cheng will vote for? You are sitting close to you, did he tell you?"
"Yes. He said he would vote for you." She picked up a milk slice and took the opportunity to feed it.
Ai Yuanyuan was stunned and looked at her beautiful face that looked more casual when she smiled. She couldn't even say anything bad.
Zhong Jiuyin has a kind of magic power, and even if she doesn't like her, she won't hate her.
"Why do you have to vote for me?" Ai Yuanyuan asked vaguely with her breasts in her mouth.
Zhong Jiuyin stretched out a finger and raised her chin gently: "Because you are the murderer, my dear."