Star Trace Gate

It was freezing cold in the inner storehouse.

Three ghosts stood behind Ren Ye. The longer they stood there, the colder they felt.

Ren Ye sat in the chair, trembling all over and his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

After the three questions, he had been silent for a while. He seemed to be playing cards very attentively, but he was losing miserably.

The man with intestines leaking out of his stomach won a hand of all the same color with a gang, and won thirty-two gold coins. The other two also had good luck, and won nearly twenty gold coins in total.

In this game, whether it was the task problem or the card game, it seemed that luck was not on King Huai's side.

However, King Huai behaved very calmly and peacefully, like an old gambler, and he managed to hide his emotions completely.

He lost a lot, so after this round of cards, he began to show his "art of defense" at the mahjong table. Whenever he got a good hand, he would run away. If he was really unlucky and couldn't run away, he would try to lose a small amount.

He was also a semi-professional at playing mahjong. When he was fighting fraud at the border, he had to deal with all kinds of people, frequent socializing, eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, which were all commonplace.

So, if he said he only knew how to play Sichuan Mahjong, he was definitely lying, it’s just that he is better at this game.

"Twenty thousand."

The woman played a card, wiped the blood that kept flowing from her neck with her right hand, and asked softly: "A round has passed, and you still don't ask questions?"

"I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?" Although Ren Ye was as cold as a dog, he just picked up the cards calmly, as if he had forgotten to ask questions.

"Hurry up and hit them." The man with the silver needle in his eye urged softly, "Five."

Ren Ye looked at his cards in silence, trying very hard to deduce the situation in his mind.

Within ten questions, you have to accurately find out the secret about the loss of Tiangong Fire, and the target is three people.

This is really too difficult...

Therefore, before asking the questions, Ren had already divided the questions into three stages in his mind.

First, scope. Use a maximum of three opportunities to ask questions.

Second, the main target. You can use it up to three times.

Third, the result direction, use up to four chances.

Now, three questions have been answered, including questions about the "emotional entanglement" and "interest entanglement" of the three people, and whether the three people discovered the thief who sneaked into the inner treasury together, but the answers were all no.

But even so, the scope of the "secret" has been greatly reduced.

There is no emotional entanglement, which means there is no possibility of love-killing, internal strife, gunfighting for treasure, internal frame-up, etc.

There are no conflicts of interest, which means that the three people will not conspire to embezzle the treasure, and it is highly likely that they are not a gang.

As for whether the three discovered the thief at the same time, although the answer was no, it indirectly shows that the three first encountered the thief at different times...

Beside the card table, Ren Ye stared blankly at the cards. In his heart, he actually wanted to ask one more question during this "scope questioning" phase, that is, whether the thief opened the inner vault door by violence.

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that this question was too stupid and that only Lao Liu would ask it.

Since only three people died in the inner storehouse, the gate was not damaged, and the night watchers on the upper floors were not alarmed, it means that this is a case of "theft". The murder may be just for convenience, but it is definitely not a violent robbery.

This is the inner storehouse of Tiangong Building!

If the door was forced open, it would be impossible for it to cause just this little noise.

"Ninety thousand bars."

At this moment, the man with a swollen stomach ignored his bleeding heart and just rubbed his palms and said to Ren Ye: "I won a lot this time, and I still have at least three cards. You can't run away this time, I must beat you to death...!"

Ren Ye completely ignored him and deduced in his mind: "Before I came, the mahjong table was already set up, and they also called for the warehouse manager Old Yan to come and help... This means that they were already waiting to play cards, but why did someone leave first and encounter the bandits first in the inner warehouse?"

He used his almost frozen thumb to stroke the concave grooves on the mahjong tiles, and finally asked the woman with a broken neck the third question: "Are you the first person to die?"

The woman was slightly startled: "No."

"brush!"

The fourth ghost suddenly stood behind Ren Ye. She was also a beautiful woman, with tattered clothes, emitting a strong cold aura.

The moment she appeared, a thin layer of frost appeared on the hair on Ren Ye's lips, eyebrows, and hair.

Ren Ye sat on the chair, and the movement of raising his arms became noticeably slower, and the star power was running wildly in his body, as if it was going to burst his limbs and cause him to explode and die.

An unbearable pain traveled between the veins and bones, like tens of thousands of silver needles piercing my internal organs...

"Uh……!"

Ren Ye moaned with trembling lips, and his right hand was shaking so much that he could hardly hold the mahjong tiles.

In his ears, the cold and ruthless reminder from Star Gate sounded again. He had been deducted forty points of Tiangong value.

He endured the severe pain, but remained expressionless. He only twisted his stiff neck, looked at the man with the silver nail in his eye, and asked with a stuttering tone: "Are you...are you...the first person to die?"

The man looked down at his cards, paused for a moment and said, "Yes."

"call……!"

Ren also exhaled a breath of icy air and relaxed a little.

Although he was freezing cold the whole time, he felt like he was sweating profusely.

He had just experienced a gamble of wisdom, wasting two opportunities to ask questions that were almost fatal, but he had already locked on the main target in his mind.

If you answer these two questions wrong, you will instantly return to the starting point of confusion and it will be a complete failure.

Ren Ye slowly raised his head, picked up the cards slowly, and looked at his three poker partners carefully again.

He observed very carefully, even deducing in his mind the length of the wound on the woman's neck and the formation of the traumatic wounds on the older man's shoulders and legs.

The three characters in front of you are the best sources of information, and they are well worth spending time observing and figuring out.

There was another long silence, and then another round of cards passed.

Ren Ye only had more than thirty gold coins left in his hand. If someone won a big hand now, he would lose everything and be out.

There are only half of the opportunities left to ask questions.

"Hurry up." The irritable one-eyed man frowned and urged again.

Ren Ye shook off the frost on his arms, stared at the man with a gurgling stomach, and suddenly asked, "Are you the first person to discover the thief?"

The man with runny nose grabbed the cards and paused for a moment: "Yes."

This is the sixth question.

“Hoo, hoo…!”

Ren Ye's star power was circulating more vigorously. He gasped for breath and asked again, "Does Song Mingzhe have the key to the inner storehouse?"

"Yes."

The man with runny nose turned back without even looking up.

After the seventh question, Ren fell silent again.

He stared at the cards in his hand, grabbing and hitting them, and operating them carefully.

All the bad luck that had been lost all night seemed to come back to me after three consecutive "yes".

He drew two cards in a row, and all of them were usable, and the deck was full of all the same suit.

Ren Ye licked his lips which were purple from the cold and almost stained them with his tongue.

He spoke calmly, looked at the man with his intestines bleeding, and asked, "Were you killed by Song Mingzhe?"

"Ah."

The man suddenly sneered: "No!"

"brush!"

The fifth ghost appeared, and an irresistible feeling of coldness instantly caused a layer of frost to appear on Ren Ye's skin.

He was frozen into a lump, like an ice sculpture.

Ren Ye sat on the chair and tried to break free from the frost on his arms. His skin made crackling sounds and several bloody cuts appeared.

The blood flows out, but it cannot melt the thin ice formed by the cold air. It will only cause it to freeze again, forming crystal blood-colored frost.

However, even though things had come to this, Ren Ye remained calm and composed.

He turned his neck with great effort, looked at the man with blue eyes, and asked the ninth question with a smile on his face: "Are you... the last traitor who was silenced?"

"Snapped!"

As soon as this question was asked, the mahjong tiles in the man's hand fell off instantly.

Ren Ye looked at him quietly, waiting for the answer.

He sat there in a daze and yelled in collapse: "Yes!!!"

The room was unusually quiet. The ghosts stood behind him like sculptures. They all opened their eyes slightly and looked at the man with bloodshot intestines.

At the same time, the man with the silver nails stuck in his eyeballs and the woman with her neck cut all turned their heads to look at their companions.

"You are a traitor!"

"You deserve to die!"

The expressions of the two men turned ferocious almost at the same time.

The man with runny nose looked at Ren Ye in disbelief, like a gambler who had lost everything. "There are three of us sitting here, how come you were able to lock onto me in an instant?! This is impossible, someone must have told you the answer, it must be!"

Ren Ye stared at him and whispered, "You three didn't see the thief at the same time, and the door to the inner storehouse was not opened violently. But the inner storehouse only has this one door, so how did the thief get in? The three of you were waiting for Old Yan to come over to play mahjong, but someone entered the inner storehouse first, discovered the thief, and called his companions for help. What does this mean... It means that there may be an insider, but it is still uncertain."

"I first suspected that Song Mingzhe was the thief, because the key to the inner treasury is definitely not something that everyone has. Only the responsible unit and the main leaders have it. But unfortunately, I was wrong about this question." Ren Ye said softly: "But I have a guess..."

"You've already said you're not sure, so why are you still attacking me?! There are only ten questions in total!" The man with bloodshot intestines looked at Ren Ye with hatred, as if he was ready to attack at any time.

Ren Ye looked at him calmly: "Because you are too clean, your wound is wrong."

“?!” The man with runny nose was stunned for a moment and looked down at his chest and abdomen.

"Of these two, the woman was obviously raped, her face was smashed by a magic weapon; the man had more than a dozen wounds all over his body, both in front and behind... But what about you? You only have penetrating wounds on your heart and abdomen, and no other parts of your body have been attacked. These two penetrating wounds are both in front of your body, and both are fatal. The battle has already begun, there is no such thing as drugging or sneak attacks. Under what circumstances could a third-grade master of magical powers be hit in the front and killed instantly?" Ren Ye stared at him and said word by word, "It is likely that when the spoils are not evenly divided and the thieves are eager to silence them, they are suddenly attacked, which will cause such injuries. Oh, by the way, when the magic weapon's sharp blade hits the vital point from the front, it will leave irregular marks on the wound surface... because the person will struggle, and yours is particularly obvious."

The man with runny nose was stunned when he heard this.

[Congratulations, you have discovered the secret of the missing Lieyang Tiangong Fire Talisman after nine questions. ]

[You have received an excess reward, including a large amount of experience and star resources, and 100 points of Tiangong value. ]

As the Star Gate's warning sounded, the ghost behind Ren Ye instantly dissipated, leaving only an empty murmur.

"That damn kid is a monster!"

"He will never be reborn!"

"In this world, there are always people covering up evil. It has never disappeared since ancient times."

"...!"

The ethereal whisper slowly dissipated.

"brush!"

The woman stood up, looked at the man with lewd intestines with hatred and shouted: "You damned traitor, I'm going to kill you!!!"

"Wait a moment!"

Ren Ye suddenly raised his bloody right arm and said softly, "Sister, I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet. I still have a chance to ask questions."

The woman froze.

Under the light, Ren Ye looked at the man with limp intestines, put his hands on the table, and asked word by word: "Will you play 30,000 for your next card?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three mahjong friends all looked at Ren Ye in disbelief.

"Yes or no?" Ren Ye asked.

Quiet, silent, you can hear a pin drop...

After a moment, the man with the flowing intestines picked up a mahjong tile in front of him, gently placed it on the table, and replied, "Yes."

"Green Twin Dragons Seven, Cut Off One Nine, Full. 256!"

Ren Ye pushed his cards and pointed at the table in front of him, saying, "256 gold coins, bring them to me properly. Now, immediately, right now!!!"