After the retired judge enters the escape game

Upon hearing this, Qi Wuguo showed a triumphant smile on his face: "Sure enough, this crooked pot, you obsessive-compulsive disorder will feel uncomfortable or even unbearable just by looking at it?"

Duan Li had already given up correcting the fact that he was not obsessive-compulsive, he just asked, "Do you want to use this to lure Jiang Chuanzhi out?"

Qi Wuguo smiled and said, "That's right. A person like you who can't express emotions or anger can't help but ask me why I painted the oil pan crookedly when I saw this painting."

"A ghost like Jiang Chuanzhi who is more obsessed and rational will definitely show up when he sees it." Qi Wuguo leaned over and clicked on the painting in Duan Ruo's hand, "I'm just worried that he wants to tear it into pieces." At the same time as this painting, it also wants to tear me apart."

Duan Li glanced at him and said, "Don't worry."

The distance between the two was very close, far beyond the limit of ordinary social distance, and when Duan Li turned to speak, his eyes were very serious, which made Qi Wuguo, who has always been heartless, feel a little uncomfortable.

He withdrew his hand and sneered: "Of course, with Master Duan here, a mere Jiang Chuanzhi is nothing."

Duan Li's eyes fell on the distance between the two who were suddenly separated, and said: "This method may be feasible. Have you ever thought about how to make Jiang Chuanzhi notice this painting?"

Qi Wuguo was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered the crux of the problem.Now that Jiang Chuanzhi didn't show up at all, how could he be guaranteed to see the painting.

You can't rent a car with a big screen, project paintings on the screen, and then drive around the tunnel 24 hours a day.

He thought for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Why don't you write Jiang Chuanzhi's name and birth date on the painting and burn it for him?"

All the information about Jiang Chuanzhi was recorded in detail in the village history annals, and Qi Wu had taken photos of all of them with his mobile phone a long time ago.

Duan Li tightened his fingers holding the sketchbook slightly, and said: "If it is burned, this painting will be a pity."

Qi Wuguo smiled and said, "You are a person who loves painting."

Duan Li lowered his eyes, looked carefully at the painting in his hand for a moment, and said, "Jiang Chuanzhi is not a very vicious ghost, at least not the type that kills people indiscriminately."

"Oh? How to say."

Qi Wu came over interested, and sat down unconsciously.

Duan Li is a taciturn person, and rarely expresses his inner thoughts.

Even though he is a professional, he must have a lot of different opinions about what happened in this supernatural space, and Qi Wuguo rarely listens to him voluntarily expressing his own inferences.

Duan Li continued: "Deng Yahua knocked over the roadblock on the first day, and the accident happened on the third day. During the past few days, he saw ghosts in the tunnel. The ghosts may be a reminder from Jiang Chuanzhi, but he didn't answer them. , so it becomes a scarecrow."

The more Qi Wuguo listened to it, the more he felt that there was some truth in these words. He thought for a while and asked: "Then what happened to Jiang Lihui, she probably didn't do anything taboo."

Duan Li said: "Don't forget, Jiang Chuanzhi is not the only ghost in this new urban area, and what happened to Jiang Lihui was not necessarily done by him."

"That makes sense." Qi Wuguo suddenly realized.

Using the same logic to infer Zhou Yong's death also makes sense.

Zhou Yong's death must have something to do with Jiang Chuanzhi, because Zhou Yong corrected the test papers on the bus that day.

The answer was wrong, but Zhou Yong, as a math teacher, didn't notice it. Even after Duan Li pointed out the mistake, he was still stubbornly unwilling to correct it.

For a ghost whose obsession was related to obsessive-compulsive disorder, this was unbearable, so Jiang Chuanzhi still gave Zhou Yong a chance.

So when Lu Manman went to Zhou Yong's house the next day, he would see Zhou Yong with a haggard face, and finally lost his mind and left home after seeing the sequence problem.

Qi Wuguo rubbed his chin and said, "Could it be that Jiang Chuanzhi forced Zhou Yong to do the sequence problem all night? This ghost is really interesting."

"..."

Duan Li just mentioned Qi Wuguo just now, but he didn't expect him to make a somewhat absurd but very reasonable inference so quickly.

"It sounds ridiculous, but after eliminating all the impossible, the rest, no matter how strange it sounds, is the truth."

Finally, Qi Wuguo concluded his statement.

"Have you figured out a way?" Duan Li asked.

"Some inspiration." Qi Wuguo leaned back on the sofa, feeling a little stiff in his back muscles.

The sky outside the window was already dark, and the sky was turning white.

Qi Wuguo stared at the light in disbelief, and said, "Is it dawn?"

Duan Li felt a little baffled, nodded and said, "En."

Qi Wuguo screamed: "No way, I didn't stay up all night playing games when I was young and strong, but today I actually stayed up all night! No, no, I need to catch up on sleep."

After finishing speaking, he lay down on the sofa, turned over and sat up again, complaining: "There is no pillow on this sofa that can be used as a pillow, I'd better go up."

Duan Li raised his hand and pressed Qi Wuguo on his lap: "There is not much time, go to sleep."

Qi Wuguo felt it and found that the leg pillow felt quite comfortable, so he closed his eyes, and within half a minute his breathing began to become even.

Duan Li also relaxed his body, leaned back on the back of the sofa, and picked up the sketchbook that had just been placed next to him.

He put his finger on the intentionally crooked oil pan, hooked the corners of his lips, and felt that Qi Wuguo was really very thoughtful.

After watching for a while, Duan Li turned to the front again.The previous page was drawn by Qi Wuguo for him that day, and it still only outlines an outline.

Qi Wuguo is a person who does whatever he wants. According to him, when it comes to painting, one must have inspiration. When there is no inspiration, one cannot draw a single stroke.

"No inspiration..."

Duan Li said something in a low voice, then put down the sketchbook and closed his eyes.

After Lu Manman and Feng Zhen got up, they found that there was no movement next door, so they knocked on the door, lest the two people on the other side oversleep and miss the role mission.

The room was still very quiet and there was no reaction.

This is not a good sign in this escape game.

Lu Manman shook his lips, and said again: "Qi Wuguo? Are you up yet?"

There was still no sound inside, Lu Manman felt more and more bad, she didn't care too much, and directly pressed the doorknob.

The door was not locked, and it just opened in response to the sound. There was no one on the bed, and there was no room. The cool morning breeze blew in from the open window, making it feel like the room had been empty for a long time.

Lu Manman and Feng Zhen looked at each other, their faces pale.

"Is something wrong?" Feng Zhen asked softly.

Lu Manman suddenly felt that the future was uncertain, maybe this time the group would be wiped out.

No wonder she is so pessimistic, it is because Qi Wuguo and Duan Li have always been able to do a job well in the game, if the two of them had an accident in the middle of the night, they must be two rookies. Little life is at stake.

"It seems that this house is very dangerous, let's go first."

Lu Manman grabbed Feng Zhen and rushed down in a panic. When they reached the stairs, the two of them froze.

There was a person sitting on the sofa in the living room, who looked like Duan Li who had disappeared from the room on the second floor.

At this time, Lu Manman also couldn't care about his usual fear of Duan Li, and wanted to walk over when he felt happy.

At this time, Duan Li turned his head back, expressionless on his face, just raised his hand to his mouth in a silent gesture.

Lu Manman was cold all over, and subconsciously took a step back.

She didn't even know what Duan Li meant, she just felt that she seemed to make the other party a little unhappy.

The atmosphere in the air was a little stagnant, and when the two people standing at the stairs were a little at a loss, someone made a sound.

"Hmm - what time is it?"

Seeing Qi Wuguo's figure appearing, Lu Manman grabbed his messy sleeping hair and yawned.

It turned out that Duan Li and Qi Wuguo were both in the living room, but Qi Wuguo was lying down, completely blocked by the back of the sofa.

Lu Manman thought to himself, did these two people come to the living room in the middle of the night to talk about life, talk about ideals, and enjoy the scenery by the way?

Appreciating the scenery on a ghost island like Jiangxin Island is really emotional. It is worthy of the two strange men who were calm throughout the whole process.

Duan Li spoke, the content was exactly the same as what Qi Wuguo said just now: "What time is it?"

"Ah." Lu Manman woke up like a dream, "Seven o'clock."

Qi Wuguo scratched his messy hair again, and said, "I'll go up and wash up, and solve the role tasks first."

That's right, today is already a working day, Feng Zhen has to go to work, Lu Manman has to go to school, Duan Li naturally has to go to the old city to open a shop.It sounds ironic that there is still Black Monday in escape games.

In the daytime in the old city, nothing happens forever, and it just passes away peacefully.

The remaining players took the last bus and got off at the Jiangxin Island Community bus stop.They did not go home, but walked towards the car belonging to Deng Yahua parked on the side of the road.

Trapped by character tasks during the day, only at night have time to continue exploring the main line of the game.

The car started and headed towards the tunnel.

When approaching the tunnel, Qi Wuguo stopped suddenly. He turned off the engine and got out of the car. He leaned on the car door and looked at the distant fields, wondering what he was thinking.

Lu Manman was a little curious, and also looked in that direction.

It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Duan Li also got out of the car, walked up to Qi Wuguo and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"scarecrow."

Duan Li glanced at the endless darkness over there, and said, "At this time, the scarecrow has already returned home."

"Alas……"

Lu Manman, who heard the conversation between the two, couldn't help shivering, Feng Zhen came over and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Lu Manman said: "Their conversation is too weird. Think about the scene where the scarecrows lined up and walked back to the village."

"..."

Feng Zhen thought about the weird scene, and couldn't help but feel a little creepy. At the same time, he felt a little more admiration for the two people whose expressions were calm, as if they were just chatting about family affairs.

Qi Wuguo frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "I know how to lure Jiang Chuanzhi out."