The gangster of fast wear is online

Chapter 1192 Butterfly Boy 7
Little Peacock:? ? ?
"I……"

Before he had time to argue for himself, the housekeeper closed the door.

The light came on behind "him", and his eyes were cold, sweeping across the young man's face.

Disgust is not stated, but it works better than saying it.

This attitude, as if he is an annoying bug, makes people feel uncomfortable even if they take a second look.

The little peacock was stunned for a while.

The cook on the left, the coachman on the left, and the washerwoman on the right all stared at him watching the play.

Finally, the little peacock ran upstairs angrily to find his benefactor.

Madame Butterfly was still awake, smiling at the door and waiting for the little peacock to run over.She didn't seem surprised at all by this drama.

Including Lan Shuying, the few people below heard how she made people happy with a gentle voice, and the little peacock was also very docile and pleasant in front of her, shyly following her into the house... What happened next, Everyone has no way of knowing.

Lan Shuying is not a real housekeeper, of course she won't be jealous about it, but she really wants to let go of her spiritual sense and listen to what the two characters will say in private, is it the same as her previous performance?

However, ever since she entered the housekeeper's room, her spiritual consciousness was restricted.

She could only see the corridor outside at most, and it would be blocked if she went up, so she had to give up.

According to the requirements of the second task, she should now obediently go to bed and lie down.

"Have a good night's sleep".

However, she wanted to search the room first.

The room is large in size, including a separate washroom. The overall color and layout are cold and alienated. The housekeeper doesn't have many things, and she quickly finished looking through them.

Strange findings are as follows:

1. A piece of white paper in the trash can;
She restored the white paper according to the blurred creases, and as expected, it was indeed in the style of a medicine bag, but there was no medicine in it, and most of it had been used up.

The person who administered the medicine was very cautious. He washed the paper package in water afterwards, and the remaining medicine had been washed away, leaving only the wet wrapping paper.

Lan Shuying tends to think that the person who prescribes the medicine is the butler himself.

Because the room key was in her pocket, there was no trace of a second person in the room.It's a pity that she doesn't know where the medicine is for the time being.

2. A yellowed group photo.

The two people in the group photo are Madame Butterfly and the housekeeper when they were young.

The strange thing is that the young butler in the photo is actually sitting in a wheelchair with a gloomy face, and the woman is standing behind him, with one hand on his shoulder, as if to comfort him.This scene was honestly recorded by the camera.

The shooting time is written in pencil on the back.

Lan Shuying estimated based on the calendar in the room that it was the second month after the two met in the opera house, the best time for young lovers to spread dog food...

The photo was taken 11 years ago, that is to say, when he was injured and was in a wheelchair, it was about half a year before he became the butler of Madame Butterfly—well, it was after this injury that he got the job?Maybe something is related.

As for the last discovery, the plot was generated suddenly.

Lan Shuying remembered that the coffee table was empty when she first came in, and just after she started searching, a diary suddenly appeared there.Of course, it was written by the housekeeper himself, and the timeline is this year.

content...

Lan Shuying thinks it has no practical value.

Half is the work summary;

The other half is Diary of a Dog Licking.

She finished reading with a sullen face, and in her heart, thousands of words merged into one sentence:

Licking a dog is not allowed to house.

"Are you satisfied with what you see?"

The master of the illusion suddenly appeared, and brought a classic speech from the boss.

Lan Shuying put down the diary, and asked it blankly: "If I say I'm not satisfied, will you change some evidence?"

"Move your little brain... how is it possible?"

"Heh." She decisively asked for the task reward, "Where is the butler's memory?"

Incomplete ones are fine, anyway, she wants to get them.

"Let's talk about it after you've finished! I'm really surprised, you seem to like to be clean, but you don't take a shower..."

Here we go again, a pointless change of subject.

Lan Shuying rolled her eyes and ran to take a battle shower.

During this period, the master of illusion whispered in her ear again.

For example, "I have no sense of shame, and I actually clean myself in front of strangers" and so on.

The atmosphere seemed a little weird.

Lan Shuying endured it again and again, and finally smashed the mirror with a small bench, interrupting the other party's chatter.

Among the fragments were countless young men whose hair was dripping with water. They raised their eyes and smiled strangely: "Well, I found a big loophole in this game."

"Impossible!" The master of illusion immediately retorted.

"How is it impossible? Oh, you want to say that the illusion created by Lord Greed can't be wrong? But the old man doesn't rely on it for food, he just makes things for fun, adding a little bit of his personal style, it seems easy to understand. "

Lan Shuying threw the small bench into the corner.

In the empty and damp bathroom, there was a loud noise.

The spiritual consciousness "saw" the cook and the coachman next door opened the door and entered the corridor, their flushed faces were full of anger that good things were ruined by others.

But when they realized that the sound was coming from the housekeeper's room, they retreated silently and entered the cook's room.

Stepping on the shards of glass all over the floor, Lan Shuying returned to the outside as if nothing had happened, sat down and wiped her hair: "It's just a casual discussion, why are you so timid, you dare not mention it when you hear the loopholes?"

The master of illusion was silent for a moment, "Tell me about it."

Lan Shuying evoked a triumphant smile.

"If I wait patiently until Madam Butterfly is dead, and then kill all the characters except me, the score will definitely be high... Don't deny it, I know your master's temper better than you, and he will definitely like this approach of."

She used two "definitely" for emphasis.

There was silence for nearly 10 minutes.

"Do you want to try it?" she asked.

"..."

The other party's two silences undoubtedly announced the correct answer.

Nothing in the rules says that suspects are prohibited from killing each other.

Even, in the modified version of the final mission, the master of illusion raised the difficulty of her mission alone, and expanded the most common "find the murderer" to "kill the murderer and avenge the dead".

In essence, this first ruled out the housekeeper's suspicion, and confirmed that the housekeeper was definitely not the murderer; secondly, he acquiesced in her being the second murderer!

However, judging from the rules announced in advance, there are two steps that must be completed before and after her mission is revised:
[-]. Play a role and advance the plot;

Second, check the clues and find out the real culprit.

The overall gameplay has not changed.

If she wanted to kill the murderer, at least she had to find out who the murderer was first.

But she thought of a shortcut - as long as Madam Butterfly is dead, except for her who is not the murderer, every other character may be the murderer, then all of them should be solved!
What happened to the wrong kill?
If it was a greedy game, would he care how many more she killed?
"You can't do this..." The master of illusion said weakly, "I won't give you high marks."

Lan Shuying looked surprised: "Why don't you give a high score?"

"Before I said I wanted to go back and kill the handyman, but you changed the subject and saved his life. Actually, do you care about his life or death? No, you are just afraid that he will die in front of Madame Butterfly, so there is one less suspect!"

The master of illusion did not dare to say a word.

It has never encountered such a player before, and in this person, it vaguely feels a familiar pressure, which is inexplicably similar to the greedy master... Could it be that a candidate with a suitable heart finally appeared?

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence." Lan Shuying threw down the wet towel and yawned.

"In this case, I'll go to bed first, and I'll talk about it tomorrow morning. After all, I still have to organize a dinner party, compete with my new lover, and watch a few restless employees doing their jobs well...I'm busy, go and see Others, I hope they can surprise you too."

surprise?No, it was a shock.

Lan Shuying lay down smiling, turned off the lights, and closed her eyes.

It's a pity that the master of illusion has no body, otherwise she would really like to appreciate its expression now.

"How did you know this?"

Six minutes after she closed her eyes and meditated, the Master of Illusion finally spoke, with deep doubts in her tone. "No one has ever left this world. It is impossible for someone to tell you about this place... Do you really know Master Greed?"

"I don't know, I just guessed. I heard that the seven highnesses are the embodiment of evil. Then, in the world they created, the worse I am, the higher the score should be. Isn't it easy to guess?"

Lan Shuying turned sideways, resting her left cheek with one hand, she was full of energy, and her smile became brighter in the darkness: "Actually, I have worshiped Lord Greed for a long time, and this time I can enter the fantasy world designed by him personally. It's an honor."

"...Forgive me for not being able to see it." The Master of Illusion said flatly.

It always felt uncomfortable talking to this participant - worship?Where does it look like?

"You don't need to look at it, you have to feel my respect for adults with your heart. I said, we are different, you have the duty to guard the illusion, you can't leave, but I can!" Lan Shuying set up a trap step by step.

"……Um?"

"Why don't you recommend me to Master Greedy? I dream of working for an idol. If I can figure out the mind of the Lord from such an illusion, it means that our attributes are compatible! When I become prosperous in the future, I will never forget it. Thank you."

"...You should go to sleep, go to dream to pick up the memories, goodbye!"

Lan Shuying lay back disappointed: "...bye."

To his idol.

Even in her dreams, she wanted to cheat the Seven Deadly Sins once. The more chaos the Fairy Tale Town had, the better. As long as the fire of karma did not come out, who would know that she did it.

After the master of illusion left, her ears were temporarily quiet for a few seconds, and then a mixed movement of ups and downs came from the other side of the wall. She threw a vase over impatiently, and there was no sound from the other end.

But she still couldn't sleep.

One by one names flashed through her mind. She was concerned about the situation outside of Fairy Tale Town, such as the relationship between the various districts, the extent of the invasion of the new gods, and whether the number of cannon fodder on the front line had been increased. Would it include those she cared about? friends……

In addition, she is also entangled in where is the crystal ball, and when can she go out?

When everything was silent, a familiar voice sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness:

"Master, I'm back!"

Lan Shuying was stunned for a moment: Toffee?

"Hmm! Master, what is this place? Why does it smell so bad..."

Toffee's small body glowed red in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Lan Shuying looked intently: "Why do you have the fire of Red Lotus?"

"Eh..." Toffee carefully raised her eyes, "Honglian asked me to bring a message..."

"No, what I mean is, you went to the God of Days to send a message, why did you walk in front of Honglian?"

"This...that's a long story."

(End of this chapter)