Absurd deduction game

"I just pity this opera-singing brother." Under the child's gloomy gaze, Yu Xing shrugged, "This orphan needs the little rabbit's comfort more than me."

"...Really." The child didn't know whether he heard the connotation in Yu Xing's tone, but he was still not very happy. He gave Yu Xing one last look and continued folding his paper.

The actor looked very happy: "Then I will accept it."

Yu Xing didn't want to talk to him, so he knocked on Zhao Yijiu's door.

After a while, everything in the room should have been found.

With a creak, Zhao Yijiu's door was opened. He silently let Yu Xing into the room and closed the door behind him: "You are right, the person who stayed overnight should have died in the well."

Without waiting for Yu Xing to answer, he took the initiative to take out a tray of wet clothes from the bed: "This room corresponds to Scholar Song. The previous guest wrote in blood under the bed, saying that he had nightmares every day. Drown yourself.”

Yu Xing glanced at the clothes: "Where did you find this?"

"On the bed." Zhao Yijie had a strange look on his face. "Even if I don't look for it hidden in the quilt, I won't be able to sleep when I want to sleep at night. The quilt is all wet."

Yu Xing lay on the ground and looked at the bloody words written on the bottom of the bed by Zhao Yijiu, but he didn't see any traces.

Zhao Yijiu could tell from his expression: "Can't you see?"

"Yeah." Yu Xing said, "I guess it's aimed at you."

Zhao Yijiu squinted his eyes: "The words written in blood say that at night, he dreams that he is drowning, and there are faint sounds of people around him. Then he wakes up and feels someone sleeping next to him."

"There was obviously no one, but I still had this feeling." He put the plate of wet clothes on the table in disgust, "After that, he hid under the bed and slept."

In the deserted house, the only thing related to water that can be seen so far is the well.

"Why does this have something to do with Scholar Song?" Yu Xing was curious. Even though the blood words mentioned nightmares and drowning, nothing about Scholar Song was mentioned.

"There are medicine residues in the room. The last person who stayed here was a doctor." Zhao Yijiu opened the cabinet in the room again and took out a piece of paper. The words on it were crooked and looked like they were written by a child. The content was -

[Brother Song was very interested in medicine and dragged me to hand over a note, saying that he wanted to talk to You Bingzhu Ye about medical books. 】

"Oh, that kid at the door." Yu Xing clicked his tongue twice, "The little guy really likes to do things for others. One moment, he delivers notes to the guests for 'Brother Song', and the other moment, he delivers notes to the guests for 'Brother Song'. I’ll give you a bunny.”

Zhao Yijiu: "...?"

Zhao Yijiu: "If you mind your own business, you won't deserve a beating."

"Oh, now it seems that this child has played a big role, and he will not get a good result." Yu Xing took the note and muttered, "The person who wrote this note is a doctor... Then the time of his death should be Before the lodger of my house.”

The person in Yu Xing's room was a scholar. From the scholar's perspective, Song was originally a doctor, but they got more and more weird as they got along, and he seemed to gradually assimilate his identity as a scholar.

Song's ability may be to steal the identity of the lodger, from a temporarily unknown identity to become a doctor, then to become a scholar, and now he is living in an abandoned house as Scholar Song.

He told Zhao Yijiu about this guess and asked, "Have you seen any embroidery in the house?"

Since both Miss Yun and Scholar Song appear in the diary, the previous guest in Zhao Yijiao's room might have dealt with them at the same time.

"No." Zhao Yijiu gave a negative answer, "No embroidery."

There is no written record in the house that mentions embroidery, and no embroidery was left.

Yu Xing thought that the scholar in his room who was chasing his wife said that "Miss Li" gave him a piece of white embroidery, but he didn't see it in the room.

Did he go to the well with the body, or was he going somewhere else?

The embroidery given by Miss Yun is white, but the room is covered with red embroidery. Could it be...

Suddenly, a cold feeling came over him without warning, as if something was shattered on the ground, and invisible ripples spread out from a certain place, causing the soul to suffocate. Zhao Yijiu groaned, Cover your forehead.

"So dizzy." He gave a brief feedback and squinted his eyes to look at Yu Xing. Yu Xing seemed to be fine and had a free hand to support him.

"Something happened." Yu Xing said.

A child's scream came from the yard, followed by the sound of a strong woodcutter cursing and running out of the door.

"What's going on?" Vaguely, a woman could still be heard asking.

Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu looked at each other, turned around and opened the door. They saw the child's basket knocked over and he fell to the ground, twitching and rolling the whites of his eyes.

Opposite, a woman in red and a very sick young scholar also opened the door and looked out. Both of them had worries and doubts on their faces, but no one came to help the child on the ground.

The actor, who seemed to have never returned to the room, stood next to the child and admired the miserable scene for a while, then pretended to help him up and sat down against him.

The woodcutter hurried to the row of unoccupied rooms with an ax in hand, with an angry look on his face: "Who doesn't have the foresight to run around and want to kill——"

When he saw Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu coming out, he was stunned.

"Why are you two here?"

Yu Xing was very innocent: "Where are you if you're not here?"

The woodcutter had already reached the door of the row of rooms, but suddenly he seemed to dare not go in and stared at them in disbelief.

What's going on?

Everyone is here, and the three people who came to stay today, including the four who originally lived in the deserted house, one by one, have opened the door and stared in the yard.

He originally thought that one of Yu Xing or Zhao Yijiu was acting erratically and secretly went to another room as soon as he arrived, but it turned out not to be the case!

Who was... smashing things in there?

What the hell? !

This knowledge made the woodcutter start to tremble. He put his hand on the door in fear, but did not dare to open it.

The actor smiled meaningfully: "Look at how nervous you all are. Are there any important people living inside? Or is there something valuable stored there?"

"No, no." The woodcutter swallowed, put down his hand, and took a step back, "Forget it, forget it, I'll go in and take a look again at night."

As he said that, he didn't even plan to open the door to check.

Yu Xing thought that the movement was 100% caused by Yiqing.

But most of the time, Yiqing's ghost body cannot be touched. What happened to make an ethereal ghost make such a noise?

And now... Miss Yun and Scholar Song, who had locked themselves in the room from the beginning, also came out.

Scholar Song was leaning against the door frame, as if it was difficult to move. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were green and black, and the fingers of his hands were so thin that they seemed to be just skin and bones.

Miss Yun was wearing a blood-colored skirt, with bright red lipstick. She didn't have her hair tied up, and her black hair was just hanging down, disappearing into the darkness behind the crack of the door.

While Yu Xing was observing, Miss Yun's eyes moved and she looked straight at him.

Their eyes met, Miss Yun curled her lips and smiled, her expression was sad, as if she had suffered some injustice and grievance, but she could only force a smile.

In short, this is a woman who tells a story at first sight, and the records in her diary also cast a dangerous and terrifying filter on her.

"Look." Scholar Song coughed twice and said his first words of the day, "The food is ready."

As he finished speaking, everyone looked at the dining table in the courtyard.

I don't know when, there were plates of exquisite dishes on the table, and the rice was packed separately, one bowl, two bowls... exactly eight bowls, neatly placed in front of eight small stools.

"Let's eat first." The woodcutter threw the ax to the side and scratched his head unnaturally. "No matter when the food comes, you must finish it, otherwise something bad will happen."

"What could possibly happen?" Yu Xing leaned over to answer the question.

"Injured people, dead people... it's terrible! If you don't want anything to happen, just eat quickly!" The woodcutter still had a ferocious look in his eyes, but he forced himself to look friendly.

Miss Yun walked out of the room completely, closed the door meticulously, and came to the table. She wanted to talk, but she saw something, and her eyes trembled: "There's...an extra bowl of rice."

For a moment, the faces of the four residents of the deserted house turned gloomy.