triple world

The villa was lifeless at night, even though the lights were on, even the light in the empty room was cold.

The doors of the bathroom and the master bedroom were tightly closed. The editors who participated in the game world closed those two spaces before resting. They did not move the two corpses, and no one would investigate anything at this time.

In just a few hours, the group only got a little knowledge of the superficial secrets, and only the two dead people knew the real part, which was still waiting for them to dig out in the next time.

There was a stranger's breath in the room, they were still lying on the same bed, Fu Yan thought it would be difficult for him to fall asleep.

His sleep quality was actually not good. For a long time at night, he could only stare at the ceiling in a daze. It was not until he met Gu Wensheng that his state began to change.

Perhaps because he found a new sustenance, he could always feel more at ease when Gu Wensheng was by his side, and the emotions that bothered him and made him unable to close his eyes disappeared without a trace.

Fu Yan hadn't left Gu Wensheng for a long time. It should be said that Gu Wensheng hadn't left him for a long time. It wasn't until the moment he tried to close his eyes that he suddenly realized this—the two of them might have developed some dependence on each other.

Even though the straight-line distance between Gu Wensheng and him is less than ten meters, but at this moment he clearly knows that there is a solid floor separated by the distance of ten meters. Half a minute, this half minute will infinitely lengthen the distance between them, and at the same time cut off the connection between them.

He is Xia Deng now, just a suspicious stranger, not the Fu Yan that Gu Wensheng knew.

To be honest, Fu Yan didn't even know how to make Gu Wensheng realize that he was the real Fu Yan, and the one beside him was a fake.

He closed his eyes with such confusion, and this night - he slept soundly.

When he woke up in a daze, this kind of high-quality sleep was completely different from his expectations, so Fu Yan couldn't help but marvel at Xia Deng's physical condition, and even had the urge to close his eyes and sleep again.

It's a pity that the sky is already bright, and it's time for him to get up.

Only at this time did he realize that he was pillowing on Zhai Feiwen's arm, and his other arm was wrapped around his chest, and he didn't realize that he was about to melt due to the warmth of the blanket.

Fu Yan looked at the hands on his chest and remained silent.

It is indeed very comfortable to use other people's bodies to sleep, but the intimacy with others that he is forced to accept still makes him a little embarrassed.

Fu Yan didn't push Zhai Feiwen's arm away, but just patted him lightly to wake him up.

The score between him and Zhai Feiwen is already very low, it is very likely that his subconscious alienation during this period made him suspicious, he can't let this score drop again, no matter for himself or for Gu Wensheng.

Fortunately, after this night, the number above Zhai Feiwen's head was still 74, and Fu Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After confirming that Zhai Feiwen was awake, Fu Yan got up to wash up, leaving Zhai Feiyun lazily lying on the bed feeling the empty embrace and rubbing his numb arms. I didn't see it when I turned around.

Not long after Fu Yan and the others went downstairs, the rest of the people also walked out of the room intermittently and gathered in the hall.

Some people seem to be well rested, but some people are a little tired, such as Xia Deng, the face belonging to Fu Yan is frowning, and his eyes are a little black and blue. It is obvious that he did not sleep well yesterday, but this is because Fu Yan It's not known whether it's due to Gu Wensheng who lives in the same room.

Fu Yan knew that those who secretly exchanged their identities could only see the scores of their real and fake teammates related to themselves, but not the scores of other people. It is not difficult to see that not only he is troubled by the score, but also the rest of the people.

After all, those who can appear here will not be idle people, and they will always find something wrong when they get along with each other at such a close distance.

It's just that no one poked it out, so everything continued to be awkward.

They can't leave here without finding out the cause of the Smiths' deaths and the secrets in this villa.

The mirror has no time limit, but the prognosis is not optimistic.

The food in the refrigerator cannot feed ten people for another two days. Hunger will only exacerbate their differences, and because the weather is not hot, the two corpses have not given off any smell. Only more depressing.

Before the members of the five teams broke their faces, they should find all possible clues as quickly as possible, and then walk out of this game world.

So everyone present here is still a friendly and cooperative partner. They will re-examine everything they can see in the next time to see if they can find other clues.

It didn't take long for the women searching the cloakroom to discover something strange.

"Mrs. Smith's jewelry is all here, but we found a compartment in the drawer. There are also some jewelry in it, but it is older than the ones on the surface. There are several pieces in it that are the same." Said the brunette man's female teammate.

"Same?" Fu Yan was a little puzzled.

She took out the strings of jewelry she was talking about.

These are several ordinary pearl jewelry, which are simply packed in a small velvet box, including earrings, necklaces, rings and bracelets, like a complete set, but there are two pieces of each.

These strings of jewelry are different from the jewelry that Mrs. Smith placed on the bright side. They do not have the alluring brilliance of jewelry. We all know it's not that simple.

There must be some shady place for these jewels to be hidden in a compartment of a drawer, at least not from Mr. Smith, even if a man hardly cares what jewelry his wife has.

"These are two sets of the same pearl jewelry. It's just that no one will buy two sets to keep around unless necessary, because the quality of these pearls is not particularly good, and there is not much value for collection." The brown-haired man said, thinking about it again The dead Mrs. Smith, "Ms. Smith wears a lot of jewelry, all of which are diamonds or precious stones. She doesn't look like someone who would like such pearls."

The inch-cut woman frowned: "It was said earlier that a man who admired Mrs. Smith might have killed them both. Could it be given by that man?"

"Would you give duplicate gifts?" Another man waved his hand. "Obviously this doesn't please the ladies."

Although they seem to have found some other clues, there is still no progress.

Fu Yan always felt that there must be some clues hidden in Mr. Smith's diary. He was still gnawing at those books, trying to find a breakthrough, until he suddenly realized something.

Mrs. Smith was a housewife for ten years.

From the diary, it can be seen that the couple are studying in the same university and the same major. Mr. Smith is a lawyer. If nothing unexpected happened, Mrs. Smith should also be a legal major. After getting married, she completely abandoned her. For her own career, she became a qualified housewife for her husband.

And they didn't plan to have children until ten years later, that is to say, before that, Mrs. Smith's life was more of a happy wife than preparing three meals for her husband and caring for the family.

From the chat records of her mobile phone and other female friends, it can be seen that they often make appointments to go shopping or travel. Fortunately, Mr. Smith’s income can fully allow her to live such a life, and he is willing to give her such willfulness Capital.

Zhai Feiyun looked at him and didn't know what he wanted to express: "Honey, what's wrong with this? To be honest, if I could, I would also hope that I could let you stay at home safely and not fall into such a dangerous situation."

Fu Yan shook his head, the matter was not that simple, he felt the violation, but he didn't know where the problem was.

He opened Mr. Smith's latest diary, and the most recent diary was the day before yesterday.

【Tomorrow is the [-]th wedding anniversary of Anna and I. We invited our friends to share the joy with us. 】

[How lucky is Anna to be my wife, she is definitely the gentlest and kindest woman in the world, and the best wife, I swear. 】

[At the moment she is sitting next to me and watching me write a diary, I am willing to share my thoughts with her, but because of this I have to find some more beautiful words to describe my wife, I have to let her know how much I am Love her. 】

[Whenever she smiles, I think of the girl who was watched by all the boys on campus, yes, she is now my wife and blushes because of my praise, what a beautiful day . 】

【We are so compatible, whether it is thinking or doing things, as long as she doesn't forget that I hate onions, she is the most perfect person in the world. 】

[This is a pleasant day spent with Anna, and I look forward to tomorrow. 】

Fu Yan repeated these words back and forth several times in his heart, and said, "Anna forgot that Mr. Smith doesn't like onions."

"It doesn't seem to be a problem, everyone makes mistakes."

Gu Wensheng, who was leaning against the wall, looked at him for a long time, and put a diary in front of Fu Yan when others asked questions: "It was when they were just married, and Anna was at her husband's dinner. Put the onions, and they had a quarrel."

Fu Yan took the diary hesitantly, and turned to the corresponding page. It was the most intense quarrel between Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and it was also reflected in the diary.

【She actually forgot that I don't like onions. I told her so many times, but she still forgot. 】

Fu Yan looked at this sentence in a daze, and a more terrifying conjecture suddenly appeared in his mind.