In the four corners of the hall, the wall panels in the corner cracked a gap with a "click", and four automatic sniper rifles poked their heads out of the hall and pointed them at the people in the hall. Ding Zihui shrugged his shoulders back, pale in panic, Yang Song's chest was still undulating, his face pale. Fang Daichuan turned his head and glanced, hurriedly opened his arms to cover the girl behind him, and stood outside the crowd.

"Please read the ID cards one by one," the machine on the wall said in an emotionally mechanical voice.

Boss Du looked around, unbuttoned his shirt cufflinks, and stepped forward first. He took out his ID card, looked back at everyone, and then swiped the card in his hand onto the machine.

With a beep, the machine continued to broadcast the report calmly: "Identity reading is successful, the number of survivors: 1."

Boss Du pulled the card back, sat back at the dining table, and looked up at the sniper rifle in the corner of the room: "Don't panic, it's not time to use them."

With the first one to take the lead, the others gradually settled down and looked at each other. Yang Song took out her card from her pocket, her fingers trembled, she swallowed, and quickly closed her eyes and opened them again. The second one went to identify her ID card.

Li Sinian always stared at the screen of the machine. The number of survivors was displayed on the screen. Everyone swiped the card and the bright red number changed. Until Fang Daichuan finished swiping the card, the blood-like number jumped, and finally fixed on the **** 11.

The four sniper rifles in the corner of the room were aimed at Li Sinian in the middle of the hall.

"What are you doing in a daze?!" Fang Daichuan turned his head to see, and yelled anxiously, "Come and swipe your card! Don't kill you?!"

Li Sinian stepped forward and swiped his card, tilted his head, and said thoughtfully: "You said that if we bring the corpse over and swipe the deceased's fingerprints and ID card, what will happen?"

Fang Daichuan felt cold after hearing this.

"Impossible," Yang Song shook his head. "Look carefully at the place where we pressed the fingerprint. There is no light. This proves that it is not a light-sensing recognizer, but a capacitive sensing technology. This technology uses silicon wafers. It forms an electric field with the conductive subcutaneous electrolyte, which changes the pressure difference caused by the fluctuation of the fingerprint, and verifies the fingerprint based on the electrostatic potential on the uneven surface of the fingerprint. Therefore, whether it is a corpse or a living finger is cut off, After leaving the living body, the epidermal cells are dead, there is no electric charge flowing, and the machine cannot read fingerprints."

Ding Zihui opened his mouth and looked at her in a daze, "You, how can you know such details?"

Yang Song sneered: "When I was a graduate student, I took courses in engineering technology and mechanical instrumentation."

Hey, this is still a scholar, Fang Daichuan is embarrassed by his academic qualifications and IQ. He practiced national sports, and finally crossed the exam to learn performance. He didn't even know anything about engineering science and technology. He just thought it sounded difficult to learn.

"You have been compared." Fang Daichuan only felt a little weird, he turned to look at Li Sinian.

Li Sinian smiled and fluttered his hair twice: "How fresh? I'm not Superman. What's weird about being compared."

"It just feels very fresh," Fang Daichuan stretched out his hand to smooth the messed up hair, shrugged, and muttered in a low voice, "I thought you were omnipotent."

There is no spray on his hair today, and he is honest and clean and smooth, and the corners of his drooping eyes are less than six points of total offensive disdain, and a little more innocent. Li Sinian endured it all morning and took the opportunity to touch it himself.

The hand feels unexpectedly soft.

It was not at all the same as the bluffing and rebellious hairstyle he tried to disguise yesterday. Li Sinian smacked his lips secretly.

Everyone swiped their cards, and then returned to their seats. The beef and stew on the table are still cold, but no one is in the mood to move the fork.

At a quarter past eight, the machine beeped again.

"Currently the number of survivors: 12." The machine said without a stir, "Please take your place, every player, take their initial positions at the beginning of the game."

Fang Daichuan reluctantly sat back to the last position on the right. He didn't choose this position when he was eating this morning. Although the blood on the opposite side of Old Chen's death has been wiped off, the memory of being shot with blood on his face is really terrifying. Facing the empty chair opposite, he only felt numb all over, and the bright sunshine outside the large glass windows could hardly drive the chill inside his body.

"Players, please speak and make statements, starting from the upper position of the deceased." The machine still played the sound dutifully.

The hapless guy who died in the first night was sitting in the second place at first, Yang Song started. So the presentation should start with Yang Song.

Yang Song took a deep breath and said, "I don't know the deceased, and I don't know anything. Ding Zihui was attacked first last night. Fang Daichuan was the first to rush up, and I was the second. After I went up, I supported her all the way. Then he didn't go back to the room, and he helped her down to the first floor. The two of us stayed together from there until the person died. We can testify to each other."

Sitting opposite Yang Song was the old lady Song. The old lady wiped off the splashed water on her face with a napkin, drank two more sips of tea, and calmly said: "I went to my room last night and fell asleep. I had to be stunned to hear the movement outside the door. I, an old lady, did not dare to open the door. Later, the noise was loud and the boy knocked on the door and I opened the door. After I heard the passing, I closed the door and changed my clothes. I haven’t contacted that person. It’s not me, and I don’t know who it is."

On the right of Mrs. Song is Zhao Chu, the man who clamored and patted the table last night. "Sister Xinran said what I wanted to say! I still said that!" He said very loudly, "It's not me, I don't think we slept in the house! It's just you guys on the first floor! "

"Wait," Li Sinian suddenly raised his head, his pupils facing the sunlight, and a light halo flashed, "Who is Xinran?"

Old lady Song's face changed.

Zhao Chu was stunned for a moment, and pointed to the left: "That's...Sister Song Song Xinran."

Fang Daichuan stared at him suspiciously, "Isn't it? How did you know the name of someone?"

"I..." Zhao Chu turned to look at Mrs. Song, then at Fang Daichuan, "Just now... just now, she introduced herself!"

"No?" Fang Daichuan stared at his face, "People only said the last name, but didn't reveal the name. We don't know what the old lady's name is. Brother, do you know?" He turned his head and asked Li Sinian.

Li Sinian glanced at him, with a smile under his eyes, and shook his head super cooperatively: "I don't know."

Everyone shook their heads and said that they didn't know, and they watched Zhao Chu closely together. Zhao Chu was exposed to the eyes of so many people, and the hands holding the cup were shaking. He was sweaty and couldn't say a word.

The old lady sighed and put down the tea cup: "It's me, it's all over ten years ago, and it has nothing to do with the deceased."

More than ten years ago, Fang Daichuan subconsciously glanced at Li Sinian. He said that his father was missing, and that he had a miserable life when he was a child. He was used by fraudsters to steal small things from his children. Then he must not be too old. Should be no more than ten years old. Li Sinian looked like he was in his twenties, so it can be speculated that the loss of his father was probably more than ten years ago.

"I worked in a geological prospecting institute. Before I retired, I was the director of that prospecting institute. So don't think that I am proud to study any engineering. I was also a PhD in geology when I was studying." Old lady Song said. He glanced at Yang Song and continued to preach, "Ten years ago, I was a team leader, and Xiao Zhao was a member of my team. Later, something happened to the exploration site, the old director left, and I took over. Long, Xiao Zhao also resigned. A few years ago, I had some physical problems and resigned. I was surprised to see Xiao Zhao here."

This reason was reasonable and everyone no longer entangled. Li Sinian frowned and glanced at Zhao Chu again.

Zhao Chu’s right hand is Niu Xinyan. She lowered her head and used a fork to poke the cold mussel meat: "I have nothing to say. I have been coaxing my children last night and I didn’t have the energy to pay attention to others. Nan Nan was scared yesterday and kept crying. ."

The little boy lowered his head and played with the tassel under the tablecloth without saying a word. His right hand is empty, where the dead beer belly is.

"Don't let the children say it," Ding Zihui sighed, "He is so young, what does he know?"

The boy was not only unhappy when he heard this, but stared at Ding Zihui with hatred. Ding Zihui was frightened, his **** sprang up slightly: "What's wrong? Me, did I say something wrong?"

"I know!" The little boy lowered his head, his eyes widened, "I can see him."

The child's face should have been the most innocent face, but Fang Daichuan felt a cool chill at that moment. He turned his head and asked softly, "What did you see?"

There was silence all around.

Focusing on everyone's eyes, the little boy lifted his chin triumphantly. He pointed to the empty seat next to him and giggled: "The dead man is sitting here,...I can see him! "