I am a god in the escape game by drawing cards

Chapter 65
Fang Muge glanced at the comic book in Ji Wan's hand, thinking that maybe she should just throw away these inheritances of Huang Gezi, but she didn't know if throwing away the things of the original owner would trigger any strange rules.

Seeing that Fang Muge was lost in thought, Ji Wang waved the comic book in front of Fang Muge: "Hey, are you stupid?"

Fang Muge turned to look at Ji Wang: "Is there something wrong?"

Ji Wangxie smiled and opened the comic book in his hand and showed it to Fang Muge: "Your comic book is quite interesting, why don't you give me a copy?"

Fang Muge smiled strangely: "Take it if you want it, the premise is that you have that life to take it."

"Why, what special attention do you have for a tattered comic book?" Ji Wang disapproved, "To be honest, my luck is average, but my life is really hard."

"Then you have to ensure that your life will always be so strong." After finishing speaking, Fang Muge coldly pushed Ji Wan out of the room, and then mercilessly closed the door.

Ji Wan, who was isolated outside the door, shouted loudly, "Do you still want this comic book? If not, I'll take it to the fire and cook Malatang!"

Fang Muge ignored the shouting outside the door, and only concentrated on packing the luggage that had just been brought in.

When Fang Muge put the messy things back in place, a smell of food slipped in through the crack of the door and went straight to her nose.

Lured by the scent, Fang Muge opened the door and saw Ji Wang standing at the door of her room with a bowl of delicious Mala Tang, eating it.

Fang Muge silently took out his mobile phone. It was 5:18 pm on May 1th, which was lunch time.

This person really used her comic book to cook Malatang?

"Smell, is the Malatang cooked in your comic book delicious?" Seeing Fang Muge open the door, Ji Wan deliberately moved the Malatang in his hand forward.

Fang Muge raised his eyelids, and asked in a cold voice, "Where are the comic books?"

"It's burning," Ji Wan took it for granted, "I don't like to look at that crap, so I can barely use it as firewood."

Fang Muge glanced at the Malatang in Ji Wang's hand again, and was 100% sure that it was the takeaway he ordered.

"Very good." Fang Muge replied in an unclear manner, then turned around and prepared to go out.

Ji Wan shouted in surprise from behind: "Why are you going? Are you looking for the corpse of your comic book? It has been burned to ashes long ago, and I can't find it!"

Ignoring the nagging Ji Wang, Fang Muge opened the door of the house, caught off guard and met the eyes of two serious-looking policemen outside the house.

"Hi, may I ask if Mr. Ji Wang lives here? We are policemen from a nearby police station, and we need to ask him for some information about the case." A policeman took out his ID and showed it to Fang Muge.

Fang Muge shifted his gaze from the policeman's face to the ID in the policeman's hand, then turned around, revealing Ji Wan behind him: "Comrade policeman, please come in, the person inside is the suspect Ji Wan."

When the two policemen heard this, they immediately entered the door and walked towards Ji Wan who was still eating Mala Tang.

Seeing that Fang Muge passed by the police who entered the door, and was about to walk out of the door, Ji Wan hurriedly shouted: "Comrade police, you can't let her go, she is more suspected than me!"

Hearing this, the two police officers immediately turned to look at Fang Muge: "Comrade, please stay."

Fang Muge paused, had no choice but to give up going out for food, and walked back to the house helplessly.

Glancing at Ji Wang who was enjoying himself eating Mala Tang, Fang Muge said sincerely: "Comrade police, is there anything I can cooperate with?"

"Thank you for your cooperation." A policeman gestured for several people to enter the house to talk, and closed the door of the house.

In the end, Ji Wan was forced to put down his unfinished Malatang, and sat down obediently with Fang Muge, listening to the two policemen:
"It's like this. A tenant who rented 7-6, Building 2, Happy Home died unexpectedly in the early hours of this morning. However, there were no signs of fighting at the scene, and the deceased's expression was too grim. After forensic examination, we infer that the probability of the deceased is Frightened to death."

"According to another tenant who is still renting at Building 7-6, Building 2, Happy Homeland, the deceased had a great conflict with you, Mr. Ji Wan. And we also found in the deceased's mobile phone that you had contacted the deceased in the early hours of the morning. contacted."

As he said that, a policeman took out his mobile phone and showed Ji Wan a photo.

Fang Muge leaned forward and looked at the photo curiously.

That's a screenshot of the chat:
The past is like the wind: Boss, do you want to participate in the ghost story talk tonight?

Motorcycles and Spirits: Of course you have to participate, how can you let go of such an exciting thing.

The past is like the wind: Great, boss, can I hug your thigh?
Motorcycles and Spirits: Don't, I never hug men's thighs. I suggest you go to Thailand and change your gender.

The past is like the wind: Boss, don't be so stuck in gender.

Motorcycles and Spirits: Huh.

Fang Muge glanced at Ji Wang with an impatient face, "Locomotive and Spirits" is obviously Ji Wang, and "The Past is Like the Wind" is obviously the deceased.

Unexpectedly, the deceased was actually a player, and he died in the [Ghost Story Talk] at twelve o'clock every night.And Ji Huang obviously didn't help people after he lulled him into the ghost story meeting.

The policeman looked at Ji Wan sternly:
"It stands to reason that your relationship with the deceased should be very bad. But judging from your conversation this morning, your relationship seems to be pretty good?"

"Also, can you please explain what [Ghost Story Talk] is? Is the death of the deceased related to [Ghost Story Talk]?"

Ji Wang was quite restless at first and kept changing his sitting position, then he replied with a normal expression:

"Did I have a bad relationship with the deceased? Why didn't I know? Police comrades, you can't listen to the family's words when you handle the case. I did have some conflicts with the deceased, but our conflicts have been resolved long ago. Could it be that after the conflicts are resolved, we can't To be friends? He was conquered by my personal charm, and it makes sense to call me a boss."

"Ghost Story Talk, you can tell from the name that it's a small game about telling ghost stories. It's normal for friends to tell ghost stories to exercise their courage, right? As for whether his death is related to [Ghost Story Talk], I'm sure." How would I know if I wasn't with him at the time?"

"No matter how scary the ghost stories are, they are just made up by people, and they won't happen in reality. How could they really scare people to death? Do you think I deliberately told scary ghost stories to take revenge on the dead? This is too absurd .”

"If you really say intentional revenge, I suggest that you investigate the tenants who lived in the same room as the deceased at that time, or see if there is any intentional revenge in the tenants living upstairs. For example, the one next to me is very suspicious. big."

After all, Ji Wan turned his eyes and glanced at Fang Muge, the implication was self-evident.

(End of this chapter)