Absurd deduction game

"Definitely not here." Yu Xing sat on the bedside with a very relaxed look, "I knew that I would be the first to be suspected. How could I bring back the evidence in this case?"

"What on earth is that book?" Zhao Yijiu had wanted to ask for a long time. He had never seen a dungeon prop that could make an NPC lose his temper and spend such a long time investigating.

"You'll know after I get it back." Yu Xing smiled and turned his gaze towards Zhao Yijiu's table, "Anyway, they won't be here for a while. You tell me first. They are at the door of the office. What did you hear?"

The curtains in the dormitory had been closed when they left, and the room was dimly illuminated by a light from the common area.

Zhao Yijiu repeated what he heard almost word for word, because he was afraid that the summary he had would miss some of the key points in the original words.

…

"Why doesn't it look good?"

In the dormitory duty room downstairs, the female dormitory held up the half-created wood carving and placed it in front of Zhao Mou and Wen Qinghuai. She pointed her slender fingers at the eyes of the carved baby's head: "Look here, it will break down as soon as I step on it." ."

Wen Qinghuai looked at the wood carving. Indeed, the craftsmanship was very rough. It was obvious that the carver was unfamiliar. In some places, he couldn't even tell that they were carved with a carving knife. It was more like the result of violent digging with fingernails.

"What do we need to help you with?" Zhao Mou quickly entered the role after accepting the reality. At this time, the female dormitory was still sitting in her chair, while he and Wen Qinghuai stood aside.

It was the first time they entered the duty room. The duty room didn't look big from the outside until they came in. It wasn't until they entered that they realized that this "not big" was really biased.

It's simply uncomfortably small here.

"I want to make a perfect wood carving. Look, just follow this." The female dormitory opened his cabinet and took out a furry object from it. The two recognized it as the female dormitory that poked it at noon. Wool felt.

The wool felt was the same size as the half-wood carving in the female dormitory's hand. The baby's face was lifelike. In addition to the head, there was also a small, seemingly malnourished body attached to it, with its limbs curled up and crumpled. Together, this is an aberration.

"Let's do this. I'll carve an outline again. You guys can get familiar with what this baby looks like. Can you help me sculpt the face later?" She said, and without any explanation, she pushed the wool felt baby into Wen Qinghuai's hand.

"..." Wen Qinghuai felt that the stuffed thing was covered in hair and felt a little creepy. The hairs seemed to be squirming in the palm of his hand, and there was even an illusion that they were growing and taking root. It was even more disgusting than it looked.

After the female dormitory handed the things to them, she lowered her head and carved her things on a piece of wood again. She seemed to be concentrating on it and didn't care at all what the two standing people planned to observe.

Anyway, her task has been assigned, and she has a attitude of not caring about the process, but only focusing on the results.

The carving knife scraped against the wood, making a swiping sound. Zhao Mou remembered that it was not this sound he heard when they approached just now, but the sound of chewing wood. He couldn't help but scratch the female dormitory's teeth. After taking a quick look there, I felt that the female hostess was chewing wood with her teeth before they appeared in the duty room...

But the female hostess' profile was very peaceful, and her mouth was delicately painted with colored lipstick. Her lips were pressed together, and her teeth were not visible.

While he was thinking about it, Zhao Mou suddenly saw Wen Qinghuai holding the fur baby and taking a few steps back from the corner of his eye, trying to put the wool felt baby into his hand. He put his hand behind his back alertly and mouthed: "Don't even think about dumping it on me."

Wen Qinghuai sighed.

The two had no choice but to lean back together, keeping a safe distance from the female dormitory manager, and their legs touched the bed placed by the female dormitory manager in the corner of the room.

He whispered: "This wool felt just... pokes pretty well."

Zhao Mou looked over and looked at it for a while, then nodded in agreement with this sentence.

The wool felt is very soulful, and the baby's eyes are pasted with a black translucent hard object of unknown material, making it appear dark and faint. When they look at the baby's wool felt, they will have the feeling that the baby is also looking at them.

"It's not to blame that the hostess is not good at carving. Wool felt and wood carving are two opposite processes." Wen Qinghuai knew that the female hostel could hear them, so she had to try to say something useful, "Wool felt is made from scratch. Yes, poke the wool on it bit by bit. If there is not enough wool, you can add more wool. If there is more, you can also pick out the wool. Wood carving is from scratch. When determining the outline, you need to carve carefully and cut off an extra scrap. Maybe the whole outline would be useless.”

He didn't know if Zhao Mou understood this knowledge, so he was telling Zhao Mou half of it and half to the female dormitory manager.

"You know carving very well -" the female hostess interjected, sounding a little happy.

"These are just common sense." Wen Qinghuai smiled modestly, but his words were relatively straightforward.

Zhao Mou said: "Student Winter is very good, but unfortunately I am not proficient in sculpture. I will help him later."

As an expert at gathering intelligence, how could he not know that Wen Qinghuai's real career was a sculptor.

The source of this information was provided by Yu Xing. During the Alice Hell deduction, Yu Xing guessed Wen Qinghuai’s related experiences through the stone sculptures filling the hall. After the deduction, Wen Qinghuai did not hide it from Yu Xing and admitted it himself. own career.

It can be said that the punishment imposed by the female hostel happened to be in the hands of professionals.

"That's great, I'm going to have a perfect baby sculpture soon." The female dormitory turned back and smiled happily at them. Zhao Mou's eyes flashed behind his lenses and he noticed her motionless legs.

Wen Qinghuai was in charge of carving, so he had to take this opportunity to get some information back. At that moment, Zhao Mou began to look around carefully, looking for anything that shouldn't be here.

An orange lamp was placed on the bedside table. There were traces of peeling off the wall. The corners of the wooden bed were uneven, exposing tiny holes.

Opposite the bed is an iron shelf with a few books and more sundries on it, most of which are common items and very simple.

Apart from these, the only furniture in the room is the two-piece table and chair set used by the female hostess. The table has its own drawers, and I don't know what is inside.

These things filled the small room. After he and Wen Qinghuai came in, there was not much room for movement. The only feeling was cramped and crowded.

So small...why so small?

Zhao Mou questioned this.

Not only is it small, it is also very shabby. According to the era of this copy, the school should be in a relatively new stage. Their dormitories are very clean. Why are the living conditions of the dormitory management staff in the same building worse than that of the students? so much.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you now." The female supervisor's voice interrupted Zhao Mou's observation. The female supervisor could be said to have carved out the outline very quickly. With such proficiency, it was hard to believe that she could not carve out the outline. Good facial features.

Zhao Mo suddenly had an idea and asked before the female dormitory manager handed the wood carving to Wen Qinghuai: "Carving this requires a steady hand, and it definitely won't work while standing. Can the dormitory sister give him the seat for a while?"

Wen Qinghuai understood and cooperated: "This table is quite suitable. Let me sit for a while. Sister, the dormitory manager, I promise to carve a beautiful carving for you."

The two just wanted the hostess to move her butt off the chair.

There was something wrong, it seemed like she was rooted to the chair. It would be no exaggeration to say that she was growing on it.

The female hostess hesitated for two seconds, as if she was moved by Wen Qinghuai's words that the carvings were beautiful. After a moment, she unexpectedly nodded in agreement.

"Okay then, sit down here."

As she said that, she moved the chair back with her legs, and then stood up on the spot.

The lady's elegant skirt fell to the ground, covering her feet. The female hostess moved her legs and walked from the chair to where the two of them were standing. Zhao Mou watched this strange walking posture as if he had something to say. think.

It's not that the buttocks are rooted on the chair, but the "feet" under the skirt are rooted on the ground...

Wen Qinghuai naturally saw this scene. There was nothing strange about him on the surface. He took the wood carving and tools and sat on the wooden chair of the female dormitory. The wooden chair was cold and there was no trace of the person who had just sat on it.

He no longer needed to hold the wool felt. The wool felt baby was naturally placed on the table top. It was probably because the wool felt itself was too round. After Wen Qinghuai put it down, it rolled and turned into a face. lying on his side.

It's like... he is very interested in Wen Qinghuai's next carving.

The female hostel's carving tool only had a carving knife. Logically speaking, this did not meet the needs of real carving. However, Wen Qinghuai was professional. He carefully adjusted the angle of the carving knife and quickly carved out the lifelike facial features on the baby's face. , looks very similar to wool felt.

Zhao Mou stood almost side by side with the female dormitory supervisor. He could feel a deathly coldness from the sleeves of the thin school uniform shirt, and as he listened carefully, he seemed to hear a whisper coming from under the female dormitory supervisor's skirt. A crawling sound that is difficult to detect.

Gnawing marks, crawling... potholes on the wooden bed, damage to the wall...

These phenomena were connected together, and an answer emerged in front of Zhao Mou.

mouse.

There were traces of mice everywhere in the female dormitory's room.

And these mice are probably hiding under the skirt of the female dormitory, or the female dormitory herself is the incarnation of a mouse or a group of rats!

Thinking of this and looking at the female dormitory with a sweet smile, Zhao Mou had goosebumps all over his body and felt extremely cold.

Although this is just a guess, generally speaking, his guesses are accurate, but there is no key evidence to prove this guess.

Zhao Mou suddenly envied Yu Xing's ability to get things done. If the person standing here now was Yu Xing, he might be able to lift up his skirt directly.

It's a pity that Yu Xing is sure that he can escape if he does something bad, but he is not so good.

"Sister, dormitory manager, why are you so persistent in carving a baby?" Wen Qinghuai was carving the facial features steadily and quickly with his hand, and the sawdust fell down, while he still had the energy to concentrate on gathering information.

This question was actually similar to what Yu Xing asked, but the female dormitory did not answer Yu Xing at that time, but changed the subject.

Now seeing that the wood carving was almost finished, the female dormitory no longer hid it, and held it in front of her chest with both hands with a smile on her face: "This is my husband."

Wen Qinghuai paused and looked strange along with Zhao Mou.

They guessed it was a child, but they never connected this abnormal baby with the husband of the female hostess.

"Why is your husband...?" Zhao Mou didn't quite understand. Is it a baby? Is it a wood carving? Is it a freak? Every option becomes incompatible as long as it is connected with the word husband.

"You don't understand." The female dormitory showed a strange happy expression. Zhao Mou tried to analyze this expression in the same way as human expression analysis, but what he got was an even stranger answer - she was not happy.

In other words, the female hostess who talked about this issue at this moment didn't want to smile, but something deep in her nerves made her form a conditioned reflex.

His instinct told him that he couldn't continue asking. This was not a good time. If he continued to ask, he might trigger the conditions for the dormitory to kill.

He waited silently for Wen Qinghuai to finish carving.

But that crawling little sound never stopped after hearing it once, constantly refreshing its presence in his ears.

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"Isabella, do my eyes look good?"

In the girls' dormitory, which is comparable to the boys' dormitory, Qu Xianqing is half sitting on his bed, with a pale face in front of him.

There are no whites in the big eyes, and the eyeballs take up all the space, making the owner of these eyes look like an insect with a human face...about like a spider.

"It looks good." Qu Xianqing was very calm. She looked at the girl who was lying in front of her with most of her body, and leaned back slightly to prevent her face from getting close to her. "It's just as good-looking as this morning."

"Do my hands look good?" The girl retracted and raised her limbs - the sleeves of her school uniform shirt were empty, but four sharp spider legs covered with hard shells protruded from the hem of the shirt.

A red armband is tied to the root of one of the thinner spider legs.

"You look good." Qu Xianqing replied in a calm tone, "You look very slim."

"Hee hee, really? But why is no one willing to talk to me?" The girl with the red armband who turned into half a spider looked puzzled, and she was a little suspicious of Qu Xianqing's answer.

The other two roommates closed the partition curtains early, turned on the small lights and tried to read, and also tried their best to block the sounds here.

They all knew that this roommate was no longer a human being.

The roommate who once turned into a red armband and became domineering has become as scary as the invisible things in evening self-study. Even the teacher allowed her not to go to class, ostensibly because she was sympathizing with her because she was too tired. In fact, she was imprisoned in the dormitory, waiting for death.

Qu Xianqing said: "I don't know what they think, but you are asking me. I think you are still so beautiful and slim."

"I really envy you like this."