Absurd deduction game

The motionless ghost outside the window, the elegant painting person inside the window, a silent and wonderful tacit understanding spread, making Xiao Xuechen gradually feel at ease.

She has seen harmless ghosts. In deduction games, distorted order and rules can often give birth to products that contain cause and effect and are somewhere between reason and chaos.

Ghosts are the most representative.

Whether they have resentment and evil thoughts, or hope and persistence, is only determined by the truth, not by the state of existence.

Zhou Yongsheng... is probably a ghost with a high level of thinking ability.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too comfortable, or maybe it was the inner trust in the strength of his teammates. Xiao Xuechen was playing with his mobile phone. He didn't know when he felt tired and sat on Yu Xing's bed, and he didn't know why he fell asleep.

She lay carelessly on the sheets, the hard wooden board hurting her back, and her legs were still on the ground. Yu Xing sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at her calmly.

Is this still the case...

No matter who he is, no matter how dangerous the place is, as long as he is close to him at night, he will fall asleep?

His physical condition has begun to affect others in recent years...

The brush paused for a subtle moment, and Yu Xing concealed the coldness in his eyes.

It's time to solve it as soon as possible, otherwise, one day he will no longer even have the chance to solve the problem.

…

The long night is twilight, and the dawn is coming.

Before the first ray of skylight filtered in from the top of the mountain, a loud and penetrating chicken crow started from nowhere and quickly spread to every corner of Guanjia Village.

Yu Xing squinted his eyes. The painting in his hand was almost completed, and the time was only five o'clock, which was earlier than he expected.

He put down the pen, shook his sore arms, rubbed his waist twice, and felt sorry for his butt that had barely moved on the hardwood bed for several hours, and finally stood up.

The bloody reminder given by Zhou Yongsheng indicates everything before the rooster crows. In other words, no matter what curses or rules there are at night, they will not count from this moment on.

The other party stood obediently outside the window for him in the middle of the night, acting as a "model" for him. As long as he was there, the village chief and the woman did not come to make trouble again.

Pushing open the window, Yu Xing supported his body with his elbows and put his forearms on the outside of the window sill. He looked at Zhou Yongsheng's terrifying face at close range: "Since you have good intentions, then you found me...what are your wishes? Woolen cloth?"

Zhou Yongsheng opened her eyes wide and pressed her lips several times before they finally parted. She made a difficult but still audible sound: "Before the rooster crows... I can't say anything anymore. I hope... Can you...save me and end...all of this."

Save you and end this?

Yu Xing's expression changed. It was obviously a question, but his tone was very sure: "The key point is the funeral."

"!" Zhou Yongsheng's excited look proved that Yu Xing was right. However, it didn't last long before it drooped its head and its broken neck lost control and fell to the side. Yu Xing could tell that the other party was expressing frustration, but This effect is...

It only showed horror.

"I said... not too much. It will be... dawn... soon. You must... help... help me. I have to... go." The other party raised his head again and glanced at him reluctantly. "You are really... my... favorite painter. I... didn't lie to you."

As it spoke, its figure began to fade. It was obvious that it was not the coffin lying in the ancestral hall, but a ghost that had returned from the first seven days.

Morning light is coming soon.

"Wait a minute." Yu Xing stopped it.

He turned around and turned the easel over: "Here, take a look at the results of one night."

Zhou Yongsheng looked over hesitantly.

In the painting, the background is eerie and gloomy, seeming to arouse the deepest fears in people's hearts, while the young man with a flat head in the center of the painting... looks like a Sunshine boy who is incompatible with this, with a smile on his lips.

"I guessed what you looked like when you were alive based on the appearance of the corpse. How does it look like?"

"Like... thank you..." Zhou Yongsheng's already stiff rotten flesh moved, trying hard to draw out an arc that you couldn't actually see unless you looked carefully. It thought it had the same expression as the person in the painting, and looked towards Yu Xing Bowed.

After that, it disappeared into the morning light that finally broke through the mountain and shone in slantingly.

Yu Xing watched it disappear indifferently, and finally closed the window and turned around.

he……

Sleepy.

Really sleepy.

It was only five o'clock, and the crisis had been resolved. Now he just wanted to catch up on some sleep.

Ignoring Xiao Xuechen who occupied his bed, he walked towards the other bed.

…

Um, where am I?

It seems like I had a dark dream...

Xiao Xuechen woke up from a slight pain in his back and opened his eyes in a daze.

However--

When she opened her eyes, it was not her exquisitely decorated and luxurious bedroom, nor the sofa where she rested in the company, but a dilapidated and dark small room.

This suddenly woke her up.

She struggled to get up, and her jacket slipped off her body. She pinched a corner of the jacket and quickly tried to straighten out a reasonable line.

Why did she fall asleep? How dare she fall asleep in this situation! ?

By the way, San helped cover her with this coat. I really have to thank him... Bah, bah, bah, that's not the point. The point is, is she crazy? She fell asleep when the ghost could come at any time!

The toe of her shoe touched the ground, and in her eyes were mixed emotions of shock and confusion.

It was already dawn outside. Although it was not obvious that it was already dawn in Guanjia Village, the faint voices coming from outside the window made it clear to her that many people were getting up.

The time on the phone screen told her that it was eight o'clock in the morning.

There was an easel next to her. The painting on it was not dry yet. The painting style was quite strange. When she saw it, she was stunned at first, and then she admired San's painting skills.

Speaking of San... Xiao Xuechen subconsciously looked at the other bed, and sure enough, he saw San sleeping soundly with his back to her.

He had been keeping watch all night last night... She was a little embarrassed. She couldn't sleep even as she promised, but she fell down so quickly, which was so inappropriate.

She really didn't understand why she fell asleep and didn't even hear the rooster crow that must have happened.

It was an accident.

As she was thinking, suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"!?" The experience last night made her instinctively tense up.

"Are you still sleeping? Young man, little girl, it's terrible. The other little girl who came with you is dead!" The village chief's voice came from outside the door. The strange thing is that this time the village chief's voice was very normal, as if I don't remember what happened last night.

"I know, let's go and take a look right away." It was not Xiao Xuechen who answered the village chief, but San who she always thought was sleeping, but was actually awake.

Yu Xing only woke up for a few minutes. His voice was hoarse. He rolled over from the bed and said to Xiao Xuechen: "You can leave the room now. Let's go out and wash our faces and see what's going on at the scene."

The scene he mentioned was the place where Ju Lan died.

Guanjia Village at this time was different from that at night. Before he left the house, he saw several people dressed as villagers passing by outside. They all had hurried expressions and looked like they were gossiping.

None of them had candles.

Further away, the topic of "someone died" was discussed loudly and unscrupulously by the villagers, and it reached Yu Xing's ears. He rubbed his forehead: Very good, there are middle-aged and elderly people downstairs in the community gossiping about the neighborhood committee.

The news of the death had been spread on such a large scale, so Yu Xing had to go and see it.

What he wants to see is not how Ju Lan died, but the villagers' attitude towards it and how they disposed of the body.

After adjusting his mental state, the sleepiness on Yu Xing's face faded, and he walked to the door and opened it.

The village chief was standing outside the door, with a hint of anxiety on his face: "Go and have a look, hey, he is your companion after all, don't be too sad..."

It's quite normal at this time.

Yu Xing didn't miss the slightest expression on the village chief's face. He looked behind the village chief: "Where's Auntie?"

"She went to make breakfast for you." The village chief pointed to the kitchen.

"It's such a hard work." Yu Xing laughed, "Uncle village chief, please use the kitchen sink to wash your face."

He said and walked towards the kitchen.

Xiao Xuechen quickly followed, she also wanted to see the woman's reaction.

In the kitchen, the woman was making a bowl of millet porridge, and this time there was no candle around her.

But having said that, there is really no need to light candles during the day.

Seeing the two people coming in, the woman greeted them kindly: "It's almost done, please wait a moment."

...Will you feel normal once daytime comes and forget what happened at night?

Xiao Xuechen followed Yu Xing to get water from the faucet, washed her face, and secretly looked into the woman's eyes.

Last night, San stabbed one of the woman's eyes with a dagger. She had to see if there was any wound.

Under her gaze, the woman prepared hot millet porridge and finally turned her face.

On the woman's right eye, a scar that was not there yesterday spread vertically for a short distance, giving the originally ordinary appearance a more ferocious look.

Yu Xing also saw it. His eyes widened and he asked with concern: "Auntie, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"I don't know what happened to me when I was sleeping last night. I may have bumped somewhere. It happened early this morning." The woman also looked a little confused. "Come on, let's have some porridge first. I heard that one of your friends had an accident. You have to go take a look later, right?”

"Yes, I have to go." Yu Xing held the bowl and raised his chin at Xiao Xuechen, signaling to go out.

When they arrived in the yard, the village chief disappeared. It seemed that he had gone outside to participate in gossip.

Yu Xing lowered his head and took a sip of millet porridge. He felt his stomach was warm and his body felt much better.

"This is -" Xiao Xuechen became anxious and raised her voice a little louder. She quickly reacted and lowered her voice, "This is made by ghosts. Do you dare to drink it?"

"It tastes good." Yu Xing took another sip with satisfaction, which made Xiao Xuechen unable to hold back a long sigh.

Really, does it matter whether it tastes good or not? The point is that it was made by ghosts!

"The villagers behaved normally during the day. They don't look like a group of guys who would drag hatchets and axes all over the village at night to kill people." Yu Xing raised a new question, "So, guess what, little sister, these Does the thing have any memory of the night?"

"Probably not. Look, this woman didn't even remember that you poked her eye, and she made you such delicious millet porridge." Xiao Xuechen didn't touch millet porridge after all. She couldn't get over the psychological hurdle.

Yu Xing: "Well, that makes sense. If you don't remember..."

Just then, the woman came out of the kitchen.

She looked at the two people who were chatting happily and walked over with a smile: "Did the little girl sleep cold last night?"

"I brought you a thick quilt, but you didn't even ask for it."