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"This?" The teacher looked at the little yellow duck who was eating calmly, and couldn't help moving his fingers.

Humans have never been able to say no to furry cubs.Even if the cubs make troubles and make any troubles, they will only be regarded as sweet troubles.If the cub is more obedient, it will do the right thing!

The handkerchief was very large, and when the butler placed the lid of the lunch box, it did not completely overlap with the handkerchief.

The little yellow duck stood on the handkerchief, stretched its neck, and ate the rice grains and vegetable leaves bit by bit from the lid of the lunch box.

Even without the butler's obstruction, its orange flippers never stepped into the lid of the box.

The eating speed is quite stable, and the posture is more elegant-it doesn't turn the food over and over, let alone peck here and there, but starts eating from in front of itself, cleans up one place, and then moves on to the next one.The area around the mouth is cleaner without any rice grains.

Such table manners are even more particular than some humans.

—Maybe what kind of owner keeps what kind of pet?

"This is not a pet. It is a companion animal just like Ah Jin." The housekeeper smiled and pointed to the big dog lying next to the wheelchair. "However, it is still very small, and it is enough to provide spiritual support."

Being so small, it is obviously impossible to help open and push the door like the big dog Ah Jin.

But cute is enough.

"Well, it is really a qualified companion animal." The teacher asked cautiously, "Can you touch it?"

"Not for the time being." The housekeeper said apologetically, "I need to develop a relationship with it and let it get used to my scent. Before a strong bond is established, it is inconvenient to contact others."

"I'm sorry." The teacher couldn't help apologizing.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the housekeeper smiled and said, "When it finishes eating, I can ask what it means, it is very smart."

"Really?" The teacher's voice couldn't help but be filled with excitement.

"Yes, it likes to be close to people. Although this habit sometimes annoys me..." The butler said trouble, but couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

This kind of small thinking that reads as uncomfortable and writes to show off is obvious.

If he appeared in the cabin for the first time, like an ungrounded Two-dimensional character, at this moment he will be flesh and blood, human fireworks, as kind as a big brother next door.

Uh... the big brother next door.

"I have a tiger in my heart, sniff the rose carefully..." Looking at the housekeeper, the college student couldn't help muttering to himself.

Even the doctor couldn't help but look at the butler a few more times.

Sunshine Sandie looked at the woman unconsciously approaching the butler, and couldn't help but feel angry.

In his opinion, doctors are a bit old and not his type.Although college students are young, they actually have tattoos. Such a girl must not be easily provoked.Female teachers are generally simple, and have professional bonuses, good face, kindness and tolerance.

And there is a very bonus teacher-student play!

Sunshine Three Butterflies' positioning and goals are very clear, who would have thought that his teacher's attention was snatched away by a little yellow duck when he showed his favor so much!

"It turns out that Mr. Steward's mentality is not very good? Could it be hereditary or some other sequelae? I heard that there is a kind of mania. When I get sick, I can't control my temper. I beat whoever I see."

Yang Yang's three butterflies seemed to express concern inadvertently, implying—in fact, it can be regarded as an explicit indication—that you must pay attention to maintaining a social distance when interacting with this person, and it is best not to further associate.

His reminder seemed to have some effect, and one sentence attracted everyone's attention.

He still refused to give up, adding embellishment and authenticity: "Look how old this little guy is, and I don't know how many ancestors he has, right?"

The poet who also has companion animals shook his head and sighed: "Asthma patients carry asthma spray with them, and no one thinks it should not be. Heart patients carry nitroglycerin with them, and no one keeps a distance from them. Allergy patients should always avoid it. No one doesn't go in and out with him, eat and live with him. And we bring companion animals, we should be isolated from the normal circle..."

"This is discrimination." The doctor said seriously.

The housekeeper shook his head slightly, didn't say anything, just rubbed the little yellow duck with his fingertips - and pushed down the head of the duck that was about to raise its head and scold the street.

"Sorry, sorry." Sunshine Three Butterflies begged for forgiveness repeatedly, "But, I must remind you that a mentally unstable person is a timed fire, who knows when it will overturn!"

"Let me tell you something, okay?" Suddenly the bakery owner said, he smiled and said, "Everyone is here for [-] million dollars."

Suddenly, the tense atmosphere that was smoldering suddenly eased.

Is the $[-] million dollar important, or is it important to argue about the mental defects of the contestants?

If others get sick and withdraw from the competition, they will be one step closer to victory, right?

So, what's the point of arguing?

I'm afraid some unscrupulous people are already planning how to cause the disease and drive away the two obvious shortcomings of the housekeeper and the poet.

The owner of the bakery shop is always friendly and rarely speaks, but this sentence hits the nail on the head.

And there is a hidden intention to kill with a knife.

The security guard, who had been lazy all this time, raised his eyelids and looked at the bakery owner thoughtfully.

"Detectives," the chief planner said appropriately, "Please read the expansion."

Everyone sat down right away—feeling ducks, eating, and chatting can be done anytime, but it involves [-] million US dollars, and these must stand aside.

Light and shadow flickered on the curtain, showing the interior of a messy house.The picture is deliberately yellowed and scratched, and the lens tilts or shakes from time to time.

The voice-over sounded: "In the early 90s, seeing the business opportunities of reform and opening up, young people in the countryside went out to work and remitted their wages to their homes. In mid-August, Xiao Zhang from a certain township in Yangzhou sent money home as usual. But later I haven’t received a letter from home, and no one answered the phone. After Xiao Zhang called the police, the police came to Zhang’s family’s ancestral house in Yangmou Township, and found that the gate of the yard was locked. After breaking in, there was no one in the house, only the vegetable field had recently been turned over. There was a relatively strong odor in the yard. Out of caution, the police dug up the vegetable field and found a highly decomposed corpse. After identification, the deceased was Xiao Zhang’s mother Han. Forensic autopsy showed that the deceased was Suffered bondage and sexual | assault..."

Although the main planner thoughtfully typed the code, it was only for certain places that could not be described and would be blocked, while the bones and carrion in other parts of the corpse were clearly visible.

The faces of the college students and the bakery owner turned pale first, and Sunshine Sandie seemed to be holding back the discomfort. Everyone was thankful that they didn't eat first, otherwise they might have vomited.

Naturally, this is the downfall of the program group.

It took them 10 minutes to learn the ins and outs of the incident. In short, it was suspect X, who ran around and killed eleven women.These poor women have been bound and sexually assaulted before and after their deaths, ranging in age from 21 to 67 years old.The common feature is that they are married (including divorced and widowed) and have a relatively plump figure.

The latest case happened a week ago.There was a woman who worked in a fast food restaurant and didn't come home in time after the night shift.The next day my husband went to the store to find someone but was in vain.The lady did not go to work in the evening.After the fast food restaurant called the police, the woman's body was found three days later, under the coffin of the haunted house.

It is not known exactly what the woman experienced.What is certain is that her death is almost exactly the same as the previous eleven women.

The police suspected that it was the suspect X, but the husband suspected that the murderer was someone else.

Neither side could convince the other, and a team of detectives was hired to resolve the matter.

Both the NPC who played the policeman and the NPC who played the husband appeared in the expansion pack. They said that they would give the detectives the right to investigate and not interfere with the detectives' search for clues, and only wanted to give the truth in the end.

The investigation lasted a total of seven days, and each detective had three opportunities to question the police and her husband three times a day, and the questions would not be made public unless the detective wanted to share clues with others.It is up to the detective to judge whether the answer is true or not.

Detectives can also ask questions to NPCs in the town, such as fast food restaurant owners, haunted house employees, neighbors of the deceased... Each detective can only ask each NPC once a day, which is also not public, and the truth of the answer is not guaranteed.

After the expansion pack and rules were announced, the curtain returned to a blank.

There was silence in the lobby.

Everyone was lost in thought.

The main planner glanced at these detectives, gave everyone a buffer time, and then said: "Detectives, the next half hour is free for questions. If you have any questions about the rules and arrangements of this program, please ask them in time. There will be no response."

Everyone understands that this is their most precious half hour, and if the right is not exercised, it will become invalid after the expiration date.

Everyone raised their hands.

"Is it permissible for several people to cooperate and finally share the money equally?" the doctor asked first.

The chief planner smiled all over his face: "In the end, there can only be one person who receives the check."

The implication is that the money only goes into one person's account.You would like to split equally, would your collaborators do?After all, how can you be sure that the other side is willing to split evenly?Money touches people's hearts, even if they promise to share equally in advance, who guarantees that they will not regret it afterwards?

The college student raised his hand: "I want to ask, is everything here completely simulated in a normal town, and there will be no other accidents, such as sudden water and power outages?"

The main planner replied: "If it happens, it is the arrangement of the show."

"The arrangement of the show?" Sunshine Sandie suddenly remembered something, "Does the murderer know that the detective team has come to the town?"

The atmosphere in the lobby suddenly froze.

——They came to the town to catch the murderer, did the murderer notice?If the murderer knew that so many people were coming to arrest him, would he run away, or would he... fight back?Does the program group arrange an anti-killing plot?

Flirting girls is all about flirting, Sunshine Three Butterflies is more interested in the $[-] million dollar, and has done some homework beforehand. It seems that the homework was not in vain.

"This is really a sharp question." The main planner smiled wider than usual, "This is the easter egg of the show."

Although there is no clear answer, it does tell everyone that there is a possibility.

"Papa." I don't know who was the first to applaud.Then everyone applauded.

The issue of Sunshine Three Butterflies is an important reminder to everyone.He deserves the applause.

"Thank you, thank you." Sunshine Sandie was originally buried in the sofa, but now he straightened his back, bowed slightly, nodded to the surroundings, and his complacency flashed away.

The security guard glanced at the triumphant Sunshine Sandie, covering his lips with a mocking smile.

I don't know if he was too complacent, Sunshine Three Butterflies turned to the teacher, and said with concern: "This place may not be safe, if you feel scared, I am willing to help you."

He noticed that when he learned that the murderer might come to fight back, the teacher's originally calm face changed, and he seemed to be too preoccupied.

Sunshine Three Butterflies thought that the teacher was forcing himself to be calm, so he took the initiative to reach out to touch the other's weak shoulders.

He said with concern: "Don't worry, I won't treat you..."

Before he finished speaking, the world was spinning for a while, and his face was slammed onto the coffee table, icy cold.

Then the severe pain in the shoulder and arm reached the brain.

"Hey hey it hurts!"

Sunshine Three Butterflies couldn't help crying out in pain.

The teacher let go of his hand in surprise: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now. I was touched by someone, and I had a conditioned reflex. Are you okay?"

Sunshine Three Butterflies was shocked: "Didn't you say that you are a teacher?" How could the teacher do this?

Even if he has learned grappling and conditioned reflex, how can he have such great strength?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The teacher repeatedly apologized, "Actually, I'm a physical education teacher."

Sunshine Three Butterflies: "...?"

Did he look away?

The teacher hurriedly explained: "I became a teacher when I changed jobs last year. I was a professional athlete before, but I was an amateur in grappling."

--athlete!

Compared with ordinary people, the physical fitness of athletes is almost one day at a time.

Sunshine Three Butterflies: "..."

——I didn’t expect to encounter a hard bone!

At this time, he completely restrained his desire to flirt with girls, and did not intend to hunt for sex anymore.

The doctor's eyes were good, and suddenly his eyes were fixed: "What's going on with your collar behind your back?"

Sunshine Three Butterflies couldn't help but startled.

"This is..." The teacher looked at the doctor uncertainly.

"—shit?"

Sunshine Three Butterflies couldn't help but change their expression, is this duck feces?

Everyone looked at the butler.

At some point, the little yellow duck rolled into a duck ball in the butler's hand, and was allowed to be rounded and flattened.

It closed its eyes peacefully and remained motionless.

Sneaking away to shit and get revenge or something has nothing to do with it.

The author has something to say: System: How can a little duck have evil intentions~ But the small system has it~

Brother Yan: ... (silently conniving)