Absurd deduction game

When he opened the courtyard door again, Yu Xing smelled the smell of blood.

He held the young man's neck and walked in easily. A faint black mist flowed behind him, closing the door like a tail.

When he looked up, he saw Guijiu leaning against the open door of the courtyard, holding Zhisha in his hand. The blade was as clean as new, but there was a small pool of blood on the ground under the knife.

Stop killing and leave no stain.

But obviously, just now, the knife saw blood.

"The person has been killed?" Yu Xing raised his eyebrows. He was naturally referring to Sister Xue. If Sister Xue was dead, it meant that Zhao Mou had collected enough information and was confident of pretending to be Sister Xue.

Guijiu didn't answer, his cold eyes fell on the boy in red cloth shoes with his head hanging down in Yu Xing's hand. He moved his wrist, and the blade flashed a cold light.

Then Guijiu raised the corner of his mouth and asked slowly: "Is this also for killing?"

The young man moved, raised his head slightly, and looked at Guijiu through the gap in his disheveled hair with his dark eyes.

Just by looking at this look, you couldn't tell whether he was scared or not. Only Yu Xing knew that the young man was shaking just now, and his heart was definitely not as depressed and calm as he seemed on the surface.

At this moment, Zhao Mou came out of the house.

He took the clothes that Sister Xue was wearing and placed the hidden stone weapons in categories. His expression was as usual: "This one looks very young. I'm afraid he can't stand being scared. Ah Jiu, don't scare him."

Guijiu sneered and put away his killer: "I just want to see what's so special about this little thing, but it doesn't seem special at all."

"Does being able to run really count?" Yu Xing held the boy in his hand and shook it twice. The boy's toes could barely touch the ground. When he shook him like this, the toes of his red cloth shoes rubbed against the ground, making a slight sound. sound.

juvenile:"……"

He looked a little autistic, and his head that had just been raised dropped again.

"We'll talk about the rest later. Now that we've found the person, let's leave here first." Zhao Mou reminded, "This yard has been marked. If people keep looking for trouble later, it will waste time."

Only fools continue to stay here.

Not only did they have to leave and move to a more secluded location, they also had to meet up with Ren Yi Siren and the others.

"No……"

"Wait a moment."

The young man and Yu Xing actually spoke out at the same time. The former's voice was dry and accompanied by imperceptible anxiety, while the latter was very calm and let the young man go.

As soon as the boy landed, he instinctively wanted to run. As soon as he took a step, he let out a cry of pain as the black thread attached to his body strangled him, and two drops of cold sweat dripped down his gray and pale cheeks.

His whole body was stiff, and he forced his toes pointing outwards back, and looked up at Yu Xing.

Yu Xing turned to look at him and asked with interest: "What did you just want to say?"

"There is a need... to send a message over there." The young man held his breath and said a sentence, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red. The locality and tension caused his fingers to dig into the palms of his hands tightly, "Take me away, and you will be discovered."

"Is he the spy responsible for monitoring this place?" Zhao Mou heard it right away. He glanced at the young man one more time, then stared down at the red cloth shoes on the young man's feet, with thoughts flashing in his eyes.

The boy stopped talking again.

When he looked up, he naturally found that there were far fewer people in the courtyard than he had imagined, and the others had already left without him noticing.

It turned out that his "surveillance" had no effect.

Yu Xing answered for the young man: "This little guy was eyeing me last night. He must have received the task of watching me. He was also watching outside tonight and has not left."

"in addition--"

He put his hand on the boy's head, touched a hand of disheveled but not greasy hair, and joked with a smile: "The little guy is still a social fear. When he comes into close contact with others, he feels like he is going to die."

The boy's breath suffocated, and he calmly tried to distance himself slightly, but sadly found that the black lines on his body did not allow him to move at all.

Feeling that the fox demon was so close to him, he really wanted to faint.

It's really bad. You know he doesn't like to be in contact with people, but you still insist on coming over!

If you want to kill or behead him, why can't you be more happy? Why play with him like this? Hmm, is it revenge for his surprise "trick" at the beginning last night?

Because the young man closed his eyes, he didn't see it. After Yu Xing made this move, Zhao Mou and Guijiu's eyes changed slightly, and there was no longer any hidden coldness and hostility.

Because Yu Xing’s actions are showing that——

He wanted to bring the boy to his side.

There is no need to take turns intimidating and teasing, nor can he vent his negative emotions on such an enemy, because he wants to win over the young man's position, so the young man's treatment by them should at least be the same as Alan's.

Guijiu walked aside without interest, turned his back and squatted in the corner to tinker with something. Zhao Mou rubbed his temples and asked in a confirming manner: "Can you trust me?"

Yu Xing nodded: "Yes."

The young man opened his eyes blankly, and with his numb face looking at everyone as if he were looking at the enemy, he asked in a low voice: "What kind of trust?"

Yu Xing smiled and let go of him: "Little guy, can't you see? I arrested you just to make you do things for me."

juvenile:"."

"Isn't it just for me to make rations?"

"I'm lying to you. You don't have a few ounces of meat on your shriveled body, and your teeth are stuffed with food." Yu Xing looked at him carefully, "To be honest, I fell in love with the hands you showed last night, so I brought them with you." Let’s go.”

The boy's expression changed slightly.

It's hard to describe what kind of emotion this change represents. It seems to be surprise, joy, fear and despair.

Two seconds later, he lowered his head: "I can't leave."

It’s not that I don’t want to leave, it’s that I can’t leave.

This coincided with Yu Xing's guess, and then, as if he was afraid that what he said would anger the fox demon, and he was about to end his life immediately, he added with a stutter: "Besides, I can't...trust it either. .”

He was still a little confused.

Just now, did the fox demon just say that he can be trusted? How did he come to this conclusion? He had obviously been running and doing things for Master Wanban.

"Oh, I have already captured you. Your life is in my hands. If you dare to disobey me, I will kill you." Yu Xing looked matter-of-fact, even a little confused, "You shouldn't have How come you can't be trusted if you have the guts to do it right under my nose?"

Young man: "..." The fox demon's logic is really overbearing.

But it seems to make sense.

"As for whether we can leave or not, you don't have the final say. I have the final say. I will find a way. Before that, tell us..." Yu Xing pushed the young man towards Zhao Mou, "How does the message go? What's going on?"

Zhao Mou went straight to the point: "Who did you send your letter to? Is it directly to Master Wanban, or someone else in that organization? Give me a name."

"In addition, the method, frequency, and content of your messages must be fully explained."

The young man felt deeply that he had entered a wolf's den and that he could not escape. If he still wanted to survive, he might have to cooperate.

To be honest, it doesn't matter who you are loyal to.

He felt that neither side was a good thing.

But if...if the fox demon really has a way to solve his "can't walk" problem, maybe it would be better to be a fox demon - it would be better if his personality is not so bad.

The young man was silent for a moment, and with a hint of hope that he was not even aware of, he pulled out a fat gray mouse from his sleeve.

He squatted down - this time he didn't feel the black line restricting his movements.

The young man looked at the mouse and whispered, "Nothing has happened yet."

Then he patted the mouse on the head, and the mouse squeaked, turned around and ran away.

When doing these things, his body was tense, always worried that a certain action would arouse suspicion, and then he would be stabbed through or crushed to pieces.

Fortunately, none of the three people in the courtyard interrupted him, and it seemed that they really gave him the inexplicable trust they said they would.

The young man's heart calmed down a little. He straightened up again, restraining his unwillingness to talk to others. He clasped his hands on both sides of the shabby clothes and said seriously...

Answer these questions asked by Zhao Mou one by one. (End of chapter)