Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

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The minute hand moved forward to 12 o'clock.

The third day has arrived.

According to the prompt at the beginning of the infinite nightmare game, on the third day, players are going to attend the funeral of Mr. A.

But now, four players are sitting on the sofa in a row.

Old Chen was fidgeting, the female high school student was pale, Jin Lianzi kept her mouth shut and said nothing, Shen Dongqing was still out of the picture, and Huang Mao...he had already been in the photo frame and fell in love with the portrait.

There were also four people sitting opposite them, no... four ghosts to be precise.

After removing their camouflage, they all showed the terrifying appearance they had when they died.

The hostess was covered in blood, and her limbs were covered with marks from the axe; the mad mother-in-law's eyes were red, moving around uneasily, muttering something in her mouth; Sit on a small chair.

There was a dead silence in the hall.

Old Chen finally couldn't bear to speak and broke the deadlock: "Can the funeral begin?"

The hostess hesitated for a moment: "There is no way to proceed with the funeral."

People may become ghosts when they die, but what about ghosts?Mr. A, who died again, was too dead to die again.

Old Chen: "But we have to complete the mission before we can leave here."

The hostess thought for a while: "The condition for customs clearance is to attend the funeral first and find the murderer."

Lao Chen patted the sofa hard, and blurted out: "Then hold the funeral."

Then back to the beginning, the hostess said in embarrassment: "There is no way to hold a funeral."

According to the development of the story, the hostess will cooperate with Mr. A to give the player some clues every night until the funeral is held on the third day. Either the player can solve the mystery and pass the level, or the player will be wiped out.

But now there is a link in the middle that is stuck, which prevents the development of the following story.

Now it's in trouble.

beep--

At this moment, a car horn sounded outside the door, attracting everyone's attention.

A bus stopped at the gate of the small courtyard, shining a light orange light.

Then the car door opened, and the long-legged figure leaped over two steps and landed on the ground.He was tall, wearing a long windbreaker, with broad shoulders and long legs, and his appearance could not be seen clearly in the dark, but he stood there from a distance, like a sharp knife drawn from its sheath, sharp and sharp.

He looked up at the hall, with an orange light in his pupils, and he happened to meet Shen Dongqing's gaze.

"good evening."

He smiled at Shen Dongqing, and walked in.

The sofa is already full of people and there are no empty seats.

The hostess stood up quickly: "You, please..."

"No need." He stretched out his hand and pressed the hostess, and sat directly on the armrest of the sofa, with a pair of long legs that had no place to rest, overlapping each other, "I don't have enough time, just talk about the problems you encountered."

The hostess nodded and asked the questions one by one: "It's like this...my husband, that is, Mr. A died again, which made the funeral impossible and the player couldn't complete the task."

The visitor listened carefully, occasionally nodding in agreement.

Old Chen squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, his voice was like a mosquito screaming, and asked Shen Dongqing who was sitting next to him: "Do you know this person?"

Smiling at him again, and sitting directly on the arm of the sofa next to him, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't matter.

Shen Dongqing shook his head suspiciously: "I don't know you." After speaking, he raised his head and glanced at the person sitting beside him.

This man was tall and sitting on the armrest of the sofa, he was directly taller than Shen Dongqing.

From where Shen Dongqing was, he could just see the sharp outline of his chin.

Shen Dongqing pursed her lips in embarrassment: "But it looks delicious."

Not "delicious" in another sense.

Rather, there was a pure yin energy in this man, which was a rare delicacy for Shen Dongqing.If he hadn't become a human now, he would have jumped on it and gnawed two bites.

After the words fell, a muffled laugh suddenly came from beside him.

"Thank you for the compliment." The man lowered his head and looked at Shen Dongqing beside him, "I forgot to introduce myself, Zhou Wenyan."

Shen Dongqing stretched out her hand in a daze, and folded it in Zhou Wenyan's hand: "Shen Dongqing."

The two shook hands in a friendly manner, and then let go quickly.

Zhou Wenyan withdrew his hand: "I have already understood your problem. After communicating with the game system, you only need to guess who the murderer is to pass the level."

Lao Chen wondered: "We lack clues, and we don't know who is the murderer."

Zhou Wenyan leaned back, pointed to the four ghosts in front of him, and said lazily: "The suspects are here, and if each person is caught by one, the dead mouse will always be caught."

Others: Why does this sound so familiar?

Jin Lianzi frowned: "What will happen if you guess wrong?"

"Wrong guess?" Zhou Wenyan tilted his head, with a careless smile on his lips, "I can only die."

Jin Chain shuddered and closed his mouth.

If you guess wrong, you will die. Who dares to try?

All of them looked at the quail in silence.

Zhou Wenyan snorted: "I'm in a hurry."

"I know!" Just as the others were thinking hard about who the murderer was, Shen Dongqing suddenly raised her hand, attracting everyone's attention.

"I know who the murderer is."

Zhou Wenyan looked at him, and the innocent and harmless face of the young man was reflected in his dark pupils.

"You say." He whispered.

Shen Dongqing clenched a fist with one hand and smashed it into the palm of the other hand, saying convincingly: "The deceased is Mr. A, so the murderer is—"

"I."

He pointed to the tip of his nose: "I just killed Mr. A."

In Shen Dongqing's simple and crude logic, there was no problem with what he said.

He raised his head and looked at Zhou Wenyan, his black and white eyes were wide open, as if he was asking for praise.

Zhou Wenyan rested his chin in one hand, overjoyed.

Neither right nor wrong.

Seeing his reaction, Shen Dongqing scratched her head: "Didn't I kill Mr. A?"

So, I hate guessing riddles the most!