Chapter 117 Cobweb

Ai Yuanyuan almost couldn't calm her expression when asked, so she just found a direction given by Yan Cheng and continued to talk.

"I figured it out, the invitation letter font is black."

After saying that, she turned her head and faced Uehara Yi, hoping that the game would continue and cover up this.

But Yuan Yi didn't rush to answer, but looked at her meaningfully.

"So you really didn't have an invitation. The font is dark red, and the same color as the fire paint."

Ai Yuanyuan: “…”

She pursed her mouth in annoyance.

"Do you still have to go on?" Yuan Yi asked.

"Respond," Ai Yuanyuan looked at Zhong Jiuyin and said, "If the murderer is one of the people who did not have an invitation letter, then there will definitely be more than me, because I am not the murderer. The writer is at most a coward."

Zhong Jiuyin made an indifferent expression. When Yuan Yi finished talking about his characteristics, she didn't have to think about it and said without hesitation: "You can touch the slight bulge of the font on the invitation paper, which is very subtle, but you can still feel it with your heart."

"Then let's continue to go to the plot," said Yan Cheng. "I have a premonition that the focus of the plot in the subsequent plot will be on our character design. It is also a very useful clue to speculate from the character's motives for crimes."

The broadcast judged quickly: "The supplementary plot is loading... Yuan Yi's plot is 80% in compliance with the degree. Eighty gold coins are rewarded."

You are late to achieve great things.

She shrugged slightly. Anyway, she had an accomplice, so it was nothing if she couldn't play this aggressive broken game.

"No one can be the last one before the robbery."

"It makes sense," Yan Cheng pointed at Zhong Jiuyin and Ai Yuanyuan and asked him, "Who do you think is the murderer?"

"The dancer immediately avoided the painter and looked at her with complicated eyes. The chef hummed heavily, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a sarcastic curve."

After Yuan Yi finished speaking, the dog's eyes turned away, and he traveled around for two times before looking at her.

Yuan Yi: "…Sister Yin, don't be too outrageous."

However, looking at the person next to her, she sighed again: "Brother Yan Cheng is now the least gold coins. The rules of the snatching stage are really perverted, and it is too cruel to clear the zero."

Why did he have this premonition? Why didn't she?

If you think about it carefully, the plot has now progressed and found that the painters and writers have come to eat and drink freely. According to the voice left by the captain, the people on the cruise ship should be very rude and dislike them like smugglers.

I want to see it, but I’m embarrassed to see it more.

After a while, everyone will know the result.

The more he talked about it, the more he became more and more stumbling. Everyone was quite familiar with him. Before he could stop, he urged him to continue.

Yan Cheng didn't think so.

The dimples on both sides of her lips are intoxicatingly sweet, and they are cute when they smile. No matter what they say, they can make people feel soft.

"Don't look down on others," Zhong Jiuyin's attitude was fierce. "I am a painter, full-time painting and have a broad future."

"Didn't you say a friend invited you up? It turned out to be fake?"

"Now Yuan Yi is the second place, right? Maybe he can surpass Zhong Jiuyin by relying on the plot." Ai Yuanyuan was a little envious.

"Ask in surprise..."

"Hmm, then what?"

When he earned eighty, his gold coins increased, exceeding Liang Zhi of the same level.

So should the chef be? The dancer is as proud as a male peacock, probably so.

"We just didn't have an invitation letter, which doesn't mean that they are the murderers. Didn't we analyze before that dancers were mostly murderers hiding alone? There are also chefs, the most suspected. Musicians are not necessarily good people, and they can't explain why they didn't go to the dance hall to play on time."

Once arguing, you can scold anything, and slander the other party is light, and it is not impossible to greet your family.

Ah, the subsequent plot is indeed very likely about the character and experience.

Not bad, she is also very wise. She can think of what Yan Cheng can think of, but she has reacted a little longer.

Yuan Yi added: "And they might have been here to pick masks, and then the captain found out. The two sides had a dispute and someone killed the captain."

What about musicians? If they dislike the same thing, they would probably be able to make a noise.

Liang Zhi looked at the two of them, and there was nothing wrong with each other, and the corners of his lips moved slightly, because he had noticed their unusualness earlier. He even looked at them and felt that there was a layer of invisible and intangible silk thread between them.

After all, everyone has one or two suspicions, as if anyone can be the murderer, and maybe no one is the murderer.

"Also, we haven't found the weapon and mask yet, and those are two important clues."

It was the sounds of Yan Cheng and Zhong Jiuyin that collided again.

Yan Cheng glanced at her through Liang Zhi in the middle: "It seems like you have touched it with your own hands. I'm afraid there is no such specific description in the text, and it is more decent to make it up out of thin air."

Liang Zhi was stuttering and couldn't answer for a long time.

"Well... Chris..." He organized the language and started from Zhong Jiuyin's problem. "Maybe the captain was killed when Chris went out to find roses. It was just that there were many people, and not everyone noticed it. The murderer changed to a larger weapon when he solved the others. Although he noticed that Chris left the crowd, in order to avoid losing the big picture, he solved the others first, and then waited for the rabbit to wait for Chris to come back."

"Murder passionately," Liang Zhitui pushed his glasses, looking like a white scholar. "Maybe he was angry at the captain's sarcasm, belittled, and emotionally, so he killed him. After killing someone, he realized what he had done. In a panic, well... In order not to let those frightened people run out to expose her, he killed more people..."

It is like two walls under the eaves that are connected by a very thin spider web.

He had an answer in his mind, but when he turned around and asked, he did not dare to directly meet Zhong Jiuyin's eyes, and his eyes were politely outside her eyes.

"Hey, don't confuse the public." Ai Yuanyuan said with a smile.

"The two protected ladies were instantly isolated, and the painter looked at them in a hurry. The musician was unwilling to believe that such a beautiful woman would be the cruel murderer, and asked in surprise:..."

Yan Cheng concluded: "Zhong Jiuyin and Ai Yuanyuan have no invitation letters, they are eating and drinking on a cruise ship."

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him.

As she thought about it, she started to hold her hands again, waiting for them to use keywords to set up plot tips.

It's time for Yuan Yi's special session.

Zhong Jiuyin wanted to answer him even after asking.

"…After asking about the invitation letter, they realized that the painters who look delicate and elegant and arrogant, and the timid writers who are afraid of things, are actually sneaking up to eat, drink and entertain for free."

Yan Cheng could see clearly with cold eyes, his eyes fell into the void in front of him, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Yuan Yi provides an idea that perhaps the identity of painters and writers, and even everyone, is fake. A painter is not a painter, but may not be a good job..."

Normally, his expression and tone were quite cold, and his profound posture seemed very easy, as if he didn't care whether there was any plot gold coins to be earned.

He said it almost, and he thought about it and added more: "But as your painter, why do you need to do this? It should be fine to get an invitation letter openly."

"Where is Chris?"

Yan Cheng turned around and looked at her carefully: "Oh? How to prove it?"

Yan Cheng's picture is made of laser design, with a minimalist style, which is quite good. Jiuyin's one has not found a suitable artist to take orders. I want to make an appointment with a better one, even if I don't have an event, I can do some things around and collect them myself.

It’s just that it’s hard to find people. Every time I can’t find my wives, I will lie on the bed and dream: If I were a painting/artist, and my paintings were perfect and excellent, everyone who saw my works pointed at the painting and shouted excitedly, "So beautiful! So beautiful! There are such beautiful works in the world. When I look at it, I feel that my soul has been sublimated!"

When will there be that day? Alas (support your chin)

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