Absurd deduction game

The three incense sticks burned slowly, and the red and orange sparks at the top flickered and disappeared. Yu Xing watched and lay down, waiting quietly in the increasingly weird atmosphere.

Of course, he didn't have to wait for "one stick of incense". After a while, three incense sticks of the same type showed completely different burning speeds, and their lengths were also distinguished.

"Long, long, short..."

In the incense burner in front of me, the two incense sticks on the left and the middle are equal in length, while the one on the right burns faster and is already much shorter than the other two.

This trend is basically stable. Yu Xing murmured twice, searching for the meaning of this form of incense in the incense spectrum in his mind. After a while, he chuckled: "The incense that reminds you of life..."

This is a very fierce incense, a life-enhancing incense, which means black and white and impermanence come to remind people of their lives. Within a month, the life of someone in the family of the person who burns the incense will be in danger.

"I thought it would be the fragrance of mourning clothes. After all, everyone here is wearing white mourning clothes... but it turned out to be such a vicious and life-threatening fragrance." Yu Xing sighed softly, with an unpredictable smile in his tone. "I just don't know, does this incense burner refer to me specifically, or does it refer to the shop owner who once used this incense burner?"

As soon as his soft final notes fell, a gust of wind blew up in the closed shop. Yu Xing's long gown fluttered in the sudden wind. He sat up straight and reached out to block the bangs that kept hitting his face.

The strange feeling reached its peak at this moment. Yu Xingxu squinted his eyes and caught a glimpse of something moving.

He turned his head and looked face to face with the largest portrait.

This is an old man. Time has left deep marks on his face. The ravines are becoming more and more obvious in the black and white. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes have piled up like fish tails. His chapped lips are moving...

The smiling expression instantly changed into an exaggerated laugh.

The old man's dull eyes suddenly erupted with a sinister light, his eyebrows were exaggeratedly raised, and his eyes were downward, as if he had come to life.

Yu Xing tapped the table with his fingertips twice. Before he could say hello, the photo next to the old man's portrait frame also had the same change.

Like a cobweb, all the portraits in the shop laughed silently. Their eyes turned and looked at where Yu Xing was sitting, revealing undisguised malice.

Facing the gazes of countless pale dead faces, Yu Xing shrank back, looking a little scared.

After two seconds, he couldn't hold it back and joked: "Ha, is it really me that the incense is referring to?"

[...Is he really afraid or fake? ]

[Let me tell you, this scene makes my hair stand on end]

[Why do I feel that this Xing’s personality is a bit twisted? Is he more alienated?]

[Ever since he suddenly started lighting incense seriously, I suddenly became a little afraid of him. I always felt like the kind of person who is possessed by a ghost]

[Why? Because he is so skilled at lighting incense? ]

[Intuition, when I looked at him, I suddenly felt that he fit in well with the environment and seemed to have lost his modern temperament]

[Hey, I'm used to not being scared by ghosts, but by "anchors\