Wang Chen was about to push out the murderer, but suddenly he was stunned.
He felt that he was missing something crucial.
"Wait a minute, what if the Xiao Ming in this question is the Xiao Ming in the previous question?"
"Big Beard didn't say that the two questions are not connected. Doesn't that mean that Xiao Hong is the girl from the previous question?"
"This is an important clue!" Wang Chen nodded secretly.
"If this hypothesis is true, what if Xiao Hong is the saint in the first question? And Xiao Ming, who saved him, was killed by him but did not die."
By connecting the three questions together, it makes sense why this question is worth 70 points.
"Good means, this fat man is not simple."
Wang Chen nodded, and a picture appeared in his mind.
Xiao Hong is extremely talented and was chosen as a saint by the sect. He has a spare named Xiao Ming.
However, for some reason, Xiao Hong was stunned by the evil way for many years. Xiao Ming had a crush on Xiao Hong since childhood, and finally succeeded in cultivating and defeated the evil way, and rescued Xiao Hong. When Xiao Hong saw it, he was actually saved by a spare tire.
He kissed her again, touched his teeth with his tongue, and pierced Xiao Ming with a sword.
Xiao Ming was not dead and did not hate Xiao Hong, so she still pestered her, so Xiao Hong said, if you can enter my sect, I will date you. As a result, Xiao Ming was not qualified enough and had to commit suicide, and was given as a corpse refining textbook.
sect.
In fact, Xiao Ming was not dead. He just pretended to be a corpse. Later, he was noticed by Xiao Hong's master Murong and was accepted as his disciple. He watched Xiao Hong and Murong doing indescribable things every day, and finally became possessed. One night...
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"Huh? No!"
"According to reasoning experience, the murderer must be an unexpected person, so the above clues can be completely discarded!"
"I need to find the most unlikely murderer!"
"In other words, the murderer is not among all of these people." Wang Chen frowned.
"Who could it be? The most unexpected person in the whole story..."
"Xiao Hong?"
"Xiao Hong committed suicide!"
"Xiao Hong wavered between her master and apprentice, her relationship with Xiao Ming, and worldly gossip. She started out in sub-health, gradually worsened, and finally suffered from depression and committed suicide!"
Wang Chen suddenly felt that it was not difficult to adjust his thinking mode to the frequency of cultivating the world.
"Well, Xiao Yao, why are you kneeling?" Then he looked at Xiao Yao with some suspicion, his mouth slightly open and his expression dull.
The bearded man took a sip of tea and said slowly: "This question is too long and my mouth is a little dry. Okay, let's continue listening to the question."
"Q: This incident has brought a huge psychological shadow to Xiao Ming. Candidates please calculate the area of Xiao Ming's psychological shadow based on the above clues."
"Sure enough, it is the style of cultivating the world." Wang Chen was stunned for half a second and sighed secretly.
Then, his eyes turned red and he stood up, clapping the case.
"Is it a disease to ask these questions?"
"You don't have the final say in all the answers."
"Isn't it interesting to have bad breath and brush your teeth with your tongue? Which one of your eyes saw that the man had bad breath and pushed his tongue against the woman's teeth?"
His voice was sullen, but not completely crazy, and his mind was frighteningly cold.
Phew! The wind blew past, and the bearded man appeared in front of Wang Chen like a ghost, as if teleporting. His face was filled with coldness, and he held the folding stool with cold light in his hand. His true power was windless, and he looked at Wang Chen as if he were looking at a dead person.
The whole place was silent.
Just now, the bearded man knocked away a cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Condensation with a stool, and his fierce power was still there.
Everyone was waiting to see Wang Chen's head exploded.
But Wang Chen, who was in a red-eyed state, did not stop at all. The Zhenli Communication Storage Ring and the Six-Path Sword seemed to tremble slightly in the small space. He continued: "Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming, I will tell Xiao Ming's story in one day.
Have you ever considered Xiao Ming’s feelings?”
"Shadow area? I said it's this big, is it there?" Wang Chen slowly raised his left hand and hooked his index finger and thumb into a small circle.
Wang Chen stared closely at the bearded man. Although the other party was very strong, it did not mean that he did not dare to do something.
"Are you done?" The bearded man said coldly.
"It's over." Wang Chen looked at each other without giving in.
"Please sit down when you're done." The bearded man said inexplicably.
"Please?" Wang Chen couldn't believe his ears. It wasn't until he saw the bearded man turning around and walking slowly towards the lecturer's desk that he sat down inexplicably.
"????" He had question marks all over his head.
But the candidates around him were even more confused.
"Could this guy have an amazing background?" All the candidates speculated.
"Okay, it's time to answer questions. The bearded man who walked up to the front desk is back to his glaring look."
"Now announce the answer..."
Wang Chen sat back down, scolded and scolded, and felt happy. If he failed the exam, he would just fail.
It's just that the bearded man is too calm.
"Xiao Yao, do you think this big bearded man will follow me quietly, and then find a place where no one is around and take out a folding stool to retaliate against me?" When something goes wrong, there must be a monster, and the bearded man's inexplicable calmness makes Wang Chen puzzled.
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Xiaoyao's expression was solemn: "I think it's very possible. You also saw the fate of the Qi Condensation Perfection just now. How dare you confront him directly? I estimate that as soon as you walk out of this classroom, there will be ten or eight big men ambushing you.
Then I put you in a bag and carried you away with a wicked smile."
"You can shut up." Wang Chen felt that asking this dog-headed military advisor was a mistake.
"Obviously it was you who asked me, and now you want me to shut up. You are such a fickle person!" Xiaoyao protested loudly.
The bearded man said calmly and loudly: "The correct answer is that the shadow area in Xiao Ming's heart is this big." He curled his thumb and index finger with his fat hand and made a circle.
It turned out to be the gesture Wang Chen made just now.
The candidates looked at each other.
Wang Chen was stunned.
"That's not fair!" A candidate with a slender face but dressed in white rolled his eyes and suddenly slapped the case.
He was dressed in white, and he did have some fairy spirit, but his eyes were narrow and long, which made him look a little uncoordinated.
The bearded man suddenly snorted coldly: "As big as you want is as big as I say, what the hell do you have any objections to?!"
"Don't be clever in front of me. Do you really think I don't know what you are thinking?"
The young man in white clothes suddenly changed his expression and sat down as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head.
He was very scheming, and he was the first to understand that the key to the examiner's questions was not the questions, but the people, so he reacted quickly and pretended to be serious, but he didn't expect to be seen through.
The medicine is already sluggish, can this still work?
At that moment, two bookboys came in and led all the failed candidates out.
Another bookboy who was similar to Wang Chen's age came over to Wang Chen.
He looked at Wang Chen, who was a little vigilant and cautious, and said with a smile: "I don't know how many years it has been since no one passed the exam hosted by Mr. Xiao. I really have a great talent."
"Mr. Xiao? This bearded guy can't be called Xiao Ming, right..."
Wang Chen seemed to understand something, and when he looked at the podium, he saw that it was already empty.
That night, under the moon.
The moonlight was cold and falling, like a silver gauze draped over a fat figure.
The man had a big beard and was staring at his hands. His chubby hands were curled into a circle with his thumb and index finger.
"Xiao Hong, I didn't even take it to heart when you slandered me for kissing you in front of my master and brothers, and even touched your teeth because of your bad breath."
"It's just that after all these years, I'm still sad about your death!" Big Beard murmured.