It was originally a remark against him, but now he made it more and more ambiguous. Zhou Ziheng thought he was unlucky and had nothing to say, so he could only keep his head down and continue the work at hand.

Xia Xiqing noticed that the tips of this guy's ears were red.

Obviously, he was the one who was teased, but he was the one who was embarrassed.

Negligent arson is also arson.

The pieces of paper gradually recovered in Zhou Ziheng's hands, and they were arranged on the ground, and the complete cover of the document gradually appeared.

"Divorce... agreement?" He whispered the words on the document, thinking of another document he found in Shang Sirui's bedroom before.

"Is the document in the safe before a power of attorney for property transfer?" Zhou Ziheng opened his mouth without raising his head, but he didn't get a response. He turned his face suspiciously and found that Xia Xiqing was staring at the words on the ground in a daze. .

He couldn't help but touch Xia Xiqing with his elbow, and the other party suddenly realized, with a strange expression on his face, "Ah, yes, it seems so."

Although we haven't known each other for too long, Zhou Ziheng has seen too many sides of this person, lazy and cunning, cruel and decisive, and hypocritical. But at that moment just now, he was surprised.

Xia Xiqing realized that his emotions were exposed, and the expression on his face changed again. Zhou Ziheng also found that he was staring too closely at his face, so he looked down at the spelled agreement. Surprisingly, Zhou Ziheng found that the agreement was quite complete, and there were some descriptions about the division of property and the determination of the custody of the 14-year-old only child, which made him admire the meticulousness of the program group.

"Have you finished reading? I have something to say." In order not to be seen by others, Xia Xiqing collected the pieces of paper on the floor and put them back in the wastebasket, and told Zhou Ziheng what he had been thinking about for a long time in a low voice.

"Come with me." He stood up, pulled Zhou Ziheng's wide jacket cuffs and walked towards the closet.

Seeing these two people, Shang Sirui shouted from the other end, "Hey, Ziheng you..."

Zhou Ziheng did not resist either, but instead said to Shang Sirui, "Let's go to that room to see if there are any other clues." But after saying this, the hand that was holding his cuff changed, and directly grabbed Touching his wrist, Zhou Ziheng froze for a moment, "Hello..."

Xia Xiqing took him to another room without hesitation, let go of his hand, and gently closed the wardrobe door.

"What do you have to say?" Zhou Ziheng looked into his eyes.

"Now everyone is here," Xia Xiqing walked to the bed and sat down. The rose fragrance in the room made him dizzy. "That means there must be a killer among us."

Zhou Ziheng put his arms around his chest and nodded in approval.

"Have you noticed that the clues in each room are two lines, one line is exclusive to each room, as long as you connect to it, you can find and unlock the room, and the other clue has nothing to do with escaping a single secret room." Xia Xiqing With a rare expression of seriousness, they analyzed the clues they had one by one, "The note about the appointment in the study, the reservation page of the restaurant in the bedroom, the entrustment of property transfer and the medical records with only empty shells, the divorce in the woman's bedroom just now Agreement..." He paused, looked at the room he was in, "So, there should be some clues in this room that have nothing to do with unlocking."

"What do you think these clues are for?"

Xia Xiqing fell back on the bed. The information was too broken. He felt a headache. He tore off the hair tie at the back of his head, scratched his hair, and turned his head to inadvertently found a picture on the wall. painting.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Xia Xiqing, who was lying on the bed, sat up, his hair was scattered around his ears, looking more gentle. He walked to the wall where the paintings were hung, carefully looked at each of the paintings above, and finally gave an affirmative answer, "The master of this house is indeed cheating." He turned back to Zhou Ziheng, " The object of the affair is the owner of this room."

"Because of the fragrance of roses in this room?" Zhou Ziheng actually had some doubts, but without more convincing evidence, he did not jump to conclusions.

Xia Xiqing shook his head, "Not exactly." He pointed to a painting hanging on the wall. In the painting, a man and a woman embraced each other. The white shirt outlined the man's muscles, and his strong arms wrapped around the woman's chest. Behind them are scattered red curtains and distinct light and shade, "This painting is Fragonard's "Latch", and the theme is adultery."

Zhou Ziheng, who came over, looked at the painting carefully. Without any prior knowledge of art, he could only ask, "How did you express it?"

Xia Xiqing enjoyed being questioned by Zhou Ziheng, and enjoyed the process of answering him even more. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Did you see the flower in the lower right corner? It was brought by this man to his lover, but when he opened the door and saw this woman, Unable to restrain himself, he threw the flower on the ground, wrapped one arm around her waist, and tried to reach out with the other hand to fasten the door latch." He glanced sideways at Zhou Ziheng's eyes, "Can you imagine that scene? ?"

Zhou Ziheng was choked suddenly, and the exciting scene of having an affair really popped up in his mind.

This person is too perverted. If you ask him so bluntly every time, he probably won't be able to look directly at the word "imagination" in the future.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Zhou Ziheng frowned, and changed the subject abruptly, "So, what does this painting have to do with this room?"

"Not just this one, all the paintings in this room are not related to love, but are portraits of men. Looking at the drawing board next to the bed and the clothes in the closet, one can imagine that the owner of the room is a female painter. Xia Xiqing walked to the drawing board, "I always feel that the clues in these rooms are connected into a story, like a plot."

Just like many themed room escape games, most of the puzzles are released one by one in the set plot, but this reality show is not like this. Each room seems to be independent, but there is a series of independent puzzles. In order to unlock the chain of clues to the door, the plot is revealed step by step.

What is the story? Xia Xiqing felt that the current clues were too messy to be put together.

Must have missed one of the most critical points.

Staring at Xia Xiqing's side face, Zhou Ziheng noticed that there was an imperceptible scar on his chin, which looked like stitches. To be honest, Xia Xiqing was more pleasing to the eye when he was serious, and that beautiful and harmless A face that can fool everyone.

My heart is constantly struggling, and time is passing by every minute.

He had never found it so difficult to make a choice.

Several hours have passed, and the first round of voting will start soon. He has no way of guaranteeing whether anyone will be executed in the first round.

well.

Zhou Ziheng put his hand in his coat pocket helplessly, took out a dark brown dropper bottle and handed it to Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing was a little surprised. When he took the bottle, he glanced at Zhou Ziheng. The expression on his face was so awkward that he couldn't even describe what kind of expression it was.

He couldn't help laughing, "What is this?"

With this frivolous ending again, Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but feel bored, and even began to regret his decision to share his unique clues. He looked at Xia Xiqing's slender fingers, circling the mouth of the brown jar.

If you want to take it back, grab it from him now.

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng was silent, Xia Xiqing looked into his eyes and raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you speak?" This time the ending sound was dragged on longer.

Zhou Ziheng coughed.

Forget it, give it all.

"I just found it in the living room, and it fell on the corner of the dining table." Xia Xiqing looked at the bottle, and there was a label on it with chemical symbols written on it.

"This is □□, poisonous." Playing the role of a science student, Zhou Ziheng told Xia Xiqing the answer directly. Hearing these three words, Xia Xiqing was stunned, and all the clues gathered in his mind at this moment.

no wonder...

No wonder white chrysanthemums were planted on the desk in the study room, and the furniture was covered with white cloth.

"The master was killed." Xia Xiqing looked up at Zhou Ziheng, who nodded slightly, and said to him, "Is this how the plot will be strung together?"

That's right, that's right. Xia Xiqing began to try to connect the previous clues, "The male master cheated on the female painter, tried to transfer property, and divorced the female master. He is dead now..."

"According to common sense, the hostess is the most suspicious." Zhou Ziheng continued, "It is not impossible to tear up the divorce agreement and kill the hostess in a hurry."

Xia Xiqing frowned slightly, "It is obvious that the host received an invitation from a female painter. In the Sophia restaurant, maybe the host failed to divorce his wife and chose a family instead, so it is not impossible for the painter to kill someone."

Zhou Ziheng looked at the painting "The Door Latch", "What you said is also reasonable, too much information is given through the painting."

If it weren't for a professional like Xia Xiqing, many clues would be blurred, but would his perspective be over-interpreted?

maybe.

"Yes, the painting gives a lot of information." Under Zhou Ziheng's reminder, Xia Xiqing tried to sort out the paintings that did not get effective information. "Most of the paintings in this room are reminders of the ambiguous relationship between the female painter and the male master. The female master The "Unknown Girl" hanging in the room, and in our room..."

"Clothed Maja" hangs.

He suddenly thought of Maha's clothes in the painting, his eyes were empty, and he said in a daze, "Did you find out? The clothes Maha is wearing..."

Zhou Ziheng hummed calmly, "It's exactly the same as the one on Cen Cen."

The player actually corresponds to the character in the story of the chamber of secrets.

Xia Xiqing inserted his fingers into his hair in disbelief, and looked at the painting "The Door Latch" and the portrait of the man on the wall. One of the things they have in common is that they are all wearing white shirts.

"So I correspond to the male master?"

The players themselves don't know that they have a role correspondence, they are completely kept in the dark, and they will not find out until the clues are gradually restored.

Who wrote such a thoughtful and terrifying script?