Absurd deduction game

As Yu Xing's words fell, the sickly young man showed a trace of vigilance. His eyes looked seriously at the muscular man's hands, because the most impressive thing in this painting was the "killer" wearing a raincoat and holding a knife. "Yes.

Sure enough, the muscular man's hand was slightly behind his back, but due to the action he just made behind the sick young man, the knife was already exposed. If Yu Xing hadn't pulled him, the knife would have stabbed him from behind. To his heart.

The muscular man had an expressionless face. He showed no sign of opening his mouth despite Yu Xing's questioning, but his body felt stiff.

The sickly young man turned to face the muscular man, took a defensive posture, and asked coldly: "No. 37, can you still hear me?"

The muscular man blinked, but still did not speak. Even after being discovered, he did not intend to continue attacking. Instead, he looked left and right. Zhao Yijiu directly exposed him: "He wants to run."

When the muscular man heard Zhao Yijiu's words, he immediately bowed and ran to the side. The sickly young man stretched out his hand to stop him. However, this young man didn't look like a fighting type at first glance. Fortunately, he took a step forward and used his own strength. , blocking the muscular man back.

When his hand touched the muscular man's arm, he found that the muscular man's strength had reached the level of a ghost. It was not something that a normal person who had been deprived of abilities and sacrifices should have. Even Zhao Yizhu, who had been training his body since he was a child. Without the blessing of other states, his strength is not as strong as this muscular man.

It is basically certain that this muscular man is indeed possessed by a ghost.

It’s really interesting. In the last painting, they were possessed by the people in the painting, but this time it was ghosts that were possessing them. Is this retribution?

"We can't let him go. If he leaves at this time, No. 37 may really die." The sickly young man obviously has a lot of experience in dealing with emergencies. He quickly made the best response choice, "The ghost is possessed." If the body is taken out of the haunted house as soon as possible, the loss will be smaller. If time passes, this body will mutate into a monster due to the presence of the ghost!"

"The Raincoat Killer is hiding in the crowd. He is not a frontal attack type, so you want to reintegrate into the crowd?" Yu Xing knew the mentality of ghosts very well. He motioned to Zhao Yijiu to block the road behind the muscular man, while he and the sickly young man People stand together in front.

The muscular man was still struggling, but was pinned to the ground by Zhao Yijiu. Although he was not strong enough, Zhao Yijiu's fighting skills were enough to make up for this shortcoming.

The surrounding two-meter-high spectators watched this scene excitedly, like a group of melon-eaters. Even the nearest staff member did not come to maintain order. It must be a killing for this art museum. Fights have become commonplace.

Since Yu Xing had helped the sick young man almost without thinking, the young man was now slightly less wary of him. The young man turned to him and said: "No. 37 seems to have just been controlled by his body. He is mentally normal, and I think we can find the source of control, so that he can be separated from the ghost."

Yu Xing raised his eyebrows, was it because the muscular man just gave a wink to what the sickly young man said?

Would you blink if you were kidnapped?

"So his name is No. 37? What a strange name. It sounds like some experimental subject... How to find the source? Why are we causing trouble for ourselves?" Yu Xing asked, "Yi Leziren, you are in charge of your paintings" appearance.

The young man choked. He had indeed just told Yu Xing that this was a fake they had discovered first. He was determined to get the painting, but now he was asking Yu Xing and the others for help. It really didn't make sense.

Before he could think of a solution, he heard Yu Xing speak again: "Speaking of which, I'm very curious. It's obviously you who is bleeding. Even if the ghost wakes up, the first target should be you. Why? Is your companion possessed instead?”

"This..." The sickly young man looked at his companions who were struggling under Zhao Yijiu. After thinking for a moment, he came up with a new answer, "I know, the one the ghost wanted to kill was me, so he came to possess my companions." Kill me, because the ghost in the painting is a killer, he will not commit suicide, he will only kill people."

After he finished speaking, he was filled with doubts: "Does he have to kill me to return to normal? But I don't have a substitute for death, nor do I have a sacrifice that can create an illusion..."

Pretty smart, Yu Xing thought.

At this moment, a strange low roar came out of the suppressed muscular man's throat, and his skin began to have some faint cracks, as if the body could not withstand the intensity of the foreign soul attached to it, and appeared A sign of imminent collapse.

Yu Xing's pupils shrank. When the power of the curse first entered his body, he had experienced such a process in the glassware of the laboratory. The difference was that the power of the curse was flowing continuously and the drizzle was silent. It transformed his whole body, and although the ghost possessing the muscular man was very strong, so strong that it would damage his body during the resurrection process, this power was fixed and had a direct impact.

In this case, I am afraid that the muscular man will die in a minute or two due to cell necrosis throughout his body, causing his body to collapse.

Of course, the sickly young man also saw this scene, and he opened his eyes in disbelief: "How could it be? I thought that at most I was just borrowing No. 37's body, how could he be so careless and not even resist at all. "

"How about... are you busy? My companions and I went to look for paintings elsewhere. You should have taken corresponding measures to inspire this painting, right?" Yu Xing said this deliberately, and was about to let Zhao Yi The wine lets go of the muscular man.

"Wait! To be honest, I didn't expect him to be possessed so easily. He didn't make any sign of resistance. He is usually very strong." The sickly young man frowned. His face was not good-looking to begin with. A little frightened, his brows furrowed, which made him even more in need of protection.

I don’t know if it was because of his identity on the Dead Island, but even Yu Xing felt a faint protective desire when looking at him. Unfortunately, Yu Xing himself was too skilled at pretending to be weak, and he immediately saw through the young man. He smiled at the strange aura around him: "So, you need our help?"

"If possible, I will repay you later." The sickly young man coughed twice, "Under the condition that you promise not to choose killing to complete the mission, I can exchange information with you, provided that you do not I will use this information to harm the experiencers.”

Without Ning Feng's team, this would be a very tempting proposition, but there is no way, this if does not hold true.

"No need. I value the present more than future benefits." Yu Xing looked at the stubborn and sickly young man with a half-smile. He could feel that this young man was experienced and knew how to advance and retreat. The most important thing was his mind. He is not bad, nor is he a saint. When his companions are in crisis, he will find ways to save them, but he will also point out his companions' mistakes.

Even suggestions made during a crisis also have a bottom line.

This is a character that Yu Xing admires more.

He believed that the young man would understand his hint.

"You want this painting?" the sickly young man asked, "That's not possible. This is the painting we are after. If we give it to you directly, what's the point of everything we have done before?"

Seeing the young man's stubborn expression as if he had been stepped on, Yu Xing smiled: "I don't want this painting, I just want a chance to compete fairly with you without being resented by you."

The implication is that he will not give up the painting, but will snatch the ownership of the painting while helping the young man. The condition is that if he takes the painting away, the young man will not hate him for it.

This is almost a condition of charity.

There was a hint of doubt in the sickly young man's eyebrows: "Are you saying that because you already have a way to save my companions? Do you really only want this condition?"

Yu Xing wanted to continue to give him some hints, but at this moment, he glanced at the muscular man and Zhao Yijiu next to him.

While suppressing the muscular man, Zhao Yijiu kept looking up at them while talking. It could be seen from the raised veins on the back of his big hands that it was not easy for him to suppress the muscular man now, but Yu Xing was talking to the sick man. When he was angry with the young man for "negotiating", he would remain silent and would not even shout if he was tired.

Yu Xing suddenly had no interest in wasting time. He said to the sickly young man: "You think I am a kind person? In addition to being pleasing to you, of course you think that I can not only help your companions, but also give you this condition." I am very confident about this painting. It’s up to you whether you agree or not. If you don’t agree, I will ask my companion to let go. He is also very tired.”

"..." Zhao Yijiu suppressed the muscular man even more, and he used his skills to deflect the knife in the muscular man's hand to an angle that would not hurt him.

As soon as Yu Xing finished speaking, the sickly young man who seemed a little hesitant just now responded immediately: "I agree."

It was obvious that he had already made up his mind, but he just pretended to be hesitant, hoping for a safer answer.

He is also a villain.

"Okay, you said so." Yu Xing smiled, narrowed his eyes, and walked towards the muscular man.

He half-crouched down while others watched, facing the cold light of the knife tip, and grabbed the muscular man's exposed hand.

"It's useless. I can't take the knife off. I tried it." Zhao Yijiu reminded in a low voice. When he spoke, he was holding his breath because his whole body was exerting force, which made his voice sound like gritted teeth.

As a "killer" possessed by a ghost, with an extra knife in his hand, the first reaction of experienced people like them was whether they would be able to remove the ghost's possession by taking away his knife, so Zhao Yijiu Already tried it for the first time.

But the knife seemed to have grown on the muscular man's hand, and he didn't even move it.

"Oh~ you don't understand. Doesn't this further prove the relationship between this knife and the possession of ghosts?" Yu Xing's tone was twisted, and his pale hands formed a sharp contrast with the muscular man's darker complexion. Contrast, but after he grabbed the muscular man's hand and squeezed it hard——

The muscular man's expression was ferocious for a moment.

A black mist, that is, the power of the curse, penetrated from Yu Xing's fingertips into the muscular man's hand without anyone noticing, causing the ghost in the muscular man's body to reveal its aura of ghost, and it was no longer hidden in the muscular man. No one is aware of it in the body.

Yu Xing stretched out both hands and pried off the muscular man's fingers from the handle of the knife one by one. The muscular man's expression became more and more ferocious, but he was unable to change this.

With a clanking sound, the knife fell to the ground, turning into a burst of blood that filled the air, and finally dissipated.

Zhao Yijiu felt like his body was empty. The muscular man who was struggling just now suddenly calmed down, and his strength was incomparable to before. He knew that the ghost inside was really gone.

Yu Xing looked at Zhao Yijiu's somewhat confused eyes and the sickly young man's shocked eyes, and erased the traces of the cursed power on the muscular man's hand, hiding his skill and reputation: "This is called, one force can subjugate ten."

"No talent at all, no other abilities, just great strength." Yu Xing smiled and met the muscular man's confused gaze. He was afraid that Zhao Yijiu would be crushed by others. After all, Zhao Yijiu had a lot of muscles on his body, so he couldn't It's not light. It was nothing at first, but now there are still cracks on the muscular man's body that are about to collapse. "Brother Jiu, get up, he's fine."

Zhao Yijiu let go of his grip and stood up with a complicated expression. The sickly young man immediately stepped forward to help his companion up.

After seeing the cracks on his companion's body from a distance, he was a little worried: "The damage caused by the overflow of supernatural power... I don't know how long it will take to disappear this time."

"...I'm fine, it's just a little painful." The muscular man recovered, grinned, and took a deep breath.

"Has it happened before?" Yu Xing took the opportunity to inquire about information.

"Of course, such injuries are common when encountering possessed ghosts. Generally, after the ghosts are expelled, they can recover in a day or two. You ask because deducers don't often encounter such injuries. A kind of ghost?" The sickly young man thought very quickly, "Forget it, I'll just give you some information. This kind of damage is not irreversible and will gradually disappear over time. If the collapse is too severe, you will die on the spot. Otherwise, it will take several years to slowly recover."

"I see." This is the first time Yu Xing heard this statement. His own injuries were not consistent with common sense many years ago, because his body was transformed to adapt to the power of the curse. As you get weaker, no additional cracks will appear.

Zhao Yijiu never said that such a situation happened when he coexisted with Li Gui in the same body. It was indeed not the case. If so, Zhao Mou would not fail to mention it to him.

Probably because both of them are special, that's why...

"Fortunately." Zhao Yijiu suddenly said.

Yu Xing turned around and saw a knife appearing on Zhao Yijiu's right hand.

It was the knife that disappeared into the air after being snatched from the muscular man's hand.

"Brother Jiu, how do you feel?" Not only did he not panic, he also asked with a smile, as if he was in a good mood.

He never said that after the ghost was expelled from the body, the attack of the painting would end. The ghost had not disappeared yet. In this case, of course, he would only find another person to possess him.

But his idea is that there are only four people here. After the ghosts possess each other once, they should stop without the target, which means the attack is over.

Among the four of them, the muscular man has already been possessed once. If the sickly young man is possessed, he and Zhao Yijiao can still use the same method to take the knife away.

This also wants to happen between him and Zhao Yijiu, that is, the ghost may take more effort...or even not succeed at all. He has the power of curse, and Zhao Yijiu also has a terrifying ghost in his body.

"I don't like this feeling." Zhao Yijiu said coldly, with a flash of red in his eyes. He held the knife in his hand and took a stiff step towards the sickly young man.