just wanna stick with you

The flat-headed man frowned and thought, jumping back and forth over whether the murderer was Lu Weiyu or Ji Zhixia.

Ji Zhixia glanced at Heqing, pointed at him, and shook the pot provocatively, "Before the boss entered the room of the deceased, I saw him enter the room of the deceased with a gun in his hand."

Everyone looked at Heqing.

He Qing, who was cueed inexplicably, was confused on the spot, it has nothing to do with him.Heqing is also an old fritter, he immediately jumped up to fight back, throwing the pot around, leading the rhythm of the audience, "Why should I kill the person, what motive do I have? But you, I can see that before the boss entered the room, You took a knife and entered the room of the dead."

The wall fell and everyone pushed.

The people next to him followed immediately, "No wonder the kitchen lost a knife."

"I also saw him enter the room of the dead!"

"The deceased had obvious stab wounds on his shoulder!"

"No wonder the male college student's clothes are stained with blood, it must have been splashed when he killed someone!"

Lu Weiyu, who really killed people with a knife, raised his eyebrows slightly.

He's not blind, Ji Zhixia blew himself up now, and he could see what he meant.

The book they played was a single-line book, and as I said before playing, everyone had no side quests.

Lu Weiyu couldn't understand why Ji Zhixia did this.

Ji Zhixia was besieged by everyone, and at the beginning he was able to fight back a few words, but then he couldn't speak anymore, the more it looked like a lie, the more it was full of loopholes.When Lu Weiyu was about to stand up and say a few words, the host quickly called a stop, and the audience entered the voting session.

After the turmoil just now, all the votes on the spot went to Ji Zhixia, and Lu Weiyu abstained from voting.

The murderer is not out, the game has to continue.

The crew-haired man hugged his head and cursed, "Damn it, what went wrong?"

His girlfriend also followed suit, "Husband, quickly find the murderer, we have to go shopping."

The host glared at the flat-haired man, continued the process, and organized everyone to go to the next room to collect evidence.

The dead player does not need to search for evidence, the host took out a pen and paper and handed it to Ji Zhixia, and said softly, "You can write what you want to say."

"?" Ji Zhixia remembered that there seemed to be no such link in the script.

The host smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "You can try to write, it's okay if you can't write."

Ji Zhixia was the only one left in the room. In order to create an immersive atmosphere, the lights were not turned on in the room, but a candle was lit in front of each player's table.Under the flickering red candlelight, Ji Zhixia looked at Lu Weiyu's position, feeling sore in his heart, he wandered for a while, and began to write a letter.

The candles were flickering on and off, and in a daze, Ji Zhixia didn't know that he was writing a letter to Lu Weiyu from the perspective of a character, or from his own perspective.

After all the players return, the second round of debate begins.

The flat-headed man was still chattering, while Lu Weiyu still had that lazy look on his face, looking like an old man waiting to be eliminated.

The host quietly walked up to Lu Weiyu, handed Ji Zhixia's suicide note to Lu Weiyu, and reminded him in a low voice, "You can read the suicide note written by that boy just now."

Lu Weiyu raised his eyebrows. This was the first time in the script killing game that a cosplayer personally wrote a suicide note, which was quite unusual.

He glanced at Ji Zhixia, then secretly opened the suicide note, put it in the script, and read it with his head down.

Ji Zhixia's handwriting is very beautiful, it is very neat lower case, just like his person, steady and upright.The letter is not long, just a few words, but it describes the complex and tangled inner world of an advanced college student with a bright future in a turbulent situation, but indulged in the shady sex all day long.

This was the first time that Lu Weiyu knew that his little lover had such deep affection for him.In order to protect him, Xiaoqing'er even sacrificed herself to death.

The last sentence of the letter is,

"If you can get a glimpse of you in the noisy world, then you will have nothing to ask for."

For the last sentence, Lu Weiyu frowned, read it two or three times, and then raised his eyes to glance at Ji Zhixia.He felt as if he was being pinched in his heart, stuffy and a little unhappy.

Lu Weiyu likes reasoning games and has played countless reasoning games.He is a person who is more rational than emotional, and it is difficult to fully immerse himself in this type of game.He had been protected, and he had protected others.But these are nothing more than script side mission requirements, or to maximize the interests of the team.He has never felt much about it, games.

But this time is different.

Lu Weiyu looked in Ji Zhixia's direction.

The candle in front of Ji Zhixia's table has been extinguished, symbolizing the player's death.Ji Zhixia sat in front of the table with his head half down. Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, bright and dark.

It was as if this person was really disappearing from this world.

Lu Weiyu cursed in his heart.

Host cue flow.

Lu Weiyu raised his hand, he glanced at Ji Zhixia's direction, "Since he's dead..."

"Since his game is over, let him sit over."

Lu Weiyu was talking about the empty seat beside him.

"Okay." The host didn't mind.

Ji Zhixia stared at the desktop for a moment, still immersed in the emotions of a male college student.He didn't react until the host came and knocked on his desktop.

"Which gentleman asked you to sit there." The host reminded him.

Ji Zhixia subconsciously glanced at the empty seat next to Lu Weiyu, blinked, and slowly returned to her thoughts.

He just entered the drama too deeply, and he actually wrote that kind of weird stuff!

Lu Weiyu probably thought he was crazy, right?

Ji Zhixia bowed his head, with a bit of shame, indignation and annoyance on his face.

"Huh?" Lu Weiyu looked directly at Ji Zhixia this time and asked, "Don't you want to sit here?"

The crew-haired man beside him clicked his tongue, tapped his pen on the table, and said in a strange way, "It's so annoying, it's not over, and I won't let people go shopping."

Lu Weiyu glanced at him, and the short-haired man's eyes flickered. Although he was still muttering, his voice was obviously much quieter.

Sensing that everyone was looking at him, Ji Zhixia pursed his lips, got up and walked to Lu Weiyu's side.

Seeing him approaching, Lu Weiyu moved the stool beside him and let him sit down.

Ji Zhixia sat down in fear, not daring to look at Lu Weiyu, and couldn't understand why Lu Weiyu asked him to come and sit down.

The other boys looked at each other.

I don't know what Lu Weiyu is going to do again?

Who doesn't know that Lu Weiyu is delicate and expensive, and ordinary people can't get close to him, so who ever saw him take the initiative to recruit people?

Heqing pinched his nose.

It stinks, it stinks.

Is this the sour smell of love?

It can simply kill a person.

The game continues.

Everyone can tell that Lu Weiyu is much more serious than before.

If it is said that the previous Lu Weiyu was passive in the fight and wanted to die; then, in this meeting, he is people who block and kill people, and Buddhas who block and kill Buddhas, all the way.

He killed several people who questioned him in a row, even including He Qing.

He Qing threw down the script, and said, "Fuck, Lugou, I shouldn't have let you play it seriously just now!"

Lu Weiyu glanced at him and said nothing coldly.

If Heqing hadn't just jumped out to bring the rhythm, Ji Zhixia wouldn't have died.

After dealing with Heqing, Lu Weiyu turned his attention to the crew-cut man.

Lu Weiyu stared at the crew-haired man, and asked coldly, "You said you saw me enter the dead man's room at [-]:[-] in the morning."

"However, according to the autopsy report of the deceased, the real cause of death was drug poisoning."

"The deceased entered the room at eight o'clock, and the poison took 20 minutes. So why do you think that I, who came out of the deceased's room at [-]:[-], must be the murderer?"

"According to information from other eyewitnesses, when I came out of the deceased's room, the deceased was still breathing normally and was able to move normally."

"And after me, you are the only one who entered the room of the dead, and you prescribed this medicine in the hospital yesterday."

Lu Weiyu grew up in a wealthy family. Although he was still a student, he already had the aura of a superior person.When he talks to people with a sullen face, the pressure around him is very heavy, and few people can directly catch him.

The same goes for the flat-headed guy.

He wasn't the murderer, but he was forced to retreat by the murderer Lu Weiyu.In the end, he simply threw the script on the table and surrendered with both hands, indicating that he had nothing to say.

The arrogance and domineering energy just now has disappeared, and he has become as quiet as a chicken, unable to catch the trick.

His girlfriend also seemed to feel that she couldn't hold back, so she gave him a hard look, threw the script on the table, turned around and left with a small bag.

When Lu Weiyu sat down, Ji Zhixia was frowning from the corner of his eye, and his thin lips moved lightly, as if he was taking stock of the logic of the conversation just now.

Lu Weiyu conveniently handed his draft book to Ji Zhixia, which contained the timeline he had just sorted out.

The replay logic line was discovered.

It looks even stupider.

Ji Zhixia closed his eyes, but couldn't bear to really want to know the correct logical line, so he finally chose to reach out and take Lu Weiyu's herb.

Lu Weiyu glanced at him, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "Do you want a pen?"

"Yeah." Ji Zhixia nodded, looked at Lu Weiyu, and asked tentatively, "Can you help me get one?"

Lu Weiyu checked the pen beside him and handed it to Ji Zhixia.

The moment they took the pen, the fingertips of the two lightly touched each other.

Soft and steamy, in the gloomy meeting room, subconsciously trying to let people learn more.

This was the first time the two had such intimate physical contact after Fang Qingqing's birthday party.

The two unconsciously lowered their heads to look at the contact surface of their fingertips, but quickly let go of their hands, fearing that the other would be offended.

The gel pen was transferred from Lu Weiyu's hand to Ji Zhixia's.

Ji Zhixia held the pen, but forgot what to write in the draft.

Lu Weiyu let go of his hand, and then looked at his fingertips, where the two had just touched.

game over.

Ji Zhixia went to the bathroom, while Lu Weiyu and others were waiting for him in the lobby.

The owner of the script killer came out and greeted them with a smile, "How are you doing today, is this book okay?"

"Hey, Lao Zhou, I'm going to get angry when you mention this." He Qing led a group of boys forward, and scolded the crew-haired man a lot.

Lao Zhou frowned and glanced at Lu Weiyu, "Weiyu, is what they said true?"

Lu Weiyu seldom speaks ill of people behind their backs, but now he also said "um", "That person has something wrong with his mind."

Lao Zhou was quite angry looking at it. He walked to the computer desk at the front desk and typed on the keyboard, "Yes, I will blacklist him in the store right now."

Lu Weiyu got up, walked to the front desk, opened the mobile phone payment code, "Recharge the card with some money."

Lao Zhou scanned the QR code proficiently, and teased, "You recharged the money last week, and you still recharge it this week? It seems that today is really fun."

Lu Weiyu put away his phone, glanced at Lao Zhou, and said "hmm" with a faint smile.

After the guests dispersed, the host turned on all the lights in the house.

He walked to the place where Lu Weiyu was just sitting, flipped through Lu Weiyu's script, and wanted to find the suicide note written by Ji Zhixia just now. He also wanted to see what exactly Ji Zhixia wrote, so that Lu Weiyu could have a good attitude Change.

Unfortunately, he searched for a long time, but he couldn't find the suicide note. He guessed that it was because of the noisy people just now, who lost the letter.

A little disappointed.