Fanservice Paradox

There was a snap.The conversation between the two of them was interrupted, and Shang Sirui saw that Fang Juexia had accidentally dropped the book that was just taken out of the safe on the floor.

Fang Juexia squatted down quickly, groping the ground with his hands, his vision was dark, and suddenly he touched something, but it was not a book, but the texture of a cold leather glove.

The deprived vision is exchanged for the depth brought by the touch.

"This book is quite thick." Pei Tingsong picked up the book calmly before him, glanced at the cover, "North..." He said with his warm hand without gloves Picking up Fang Juexia, pulling him up, he complained, "Get up, your legs will go limp after a while."

Fang Juexia looked calm, but what Pei Tingsong said before echoed in his heart again and again.

Pei Tingsong put the book on the table casually, and continued to chat with Shang Sirui.

Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing and Zhai Ying were still discussing after reading the clue map on the wall.

Out of rigorous thinking habits, Zhou Ziheng always felt that this clue map may not necessarily be used as complete evidence.Xia Xiqing also felt that his resistance to this picture was a bit too high, "You are very strange, if you usually play the good man card, you will definitely not play like this."

"Of course my opinion is for reference only," Zhou Ziheng said without any compromise. "But we can't always rely on the player's game habits to make a judgment. This is off-site information."

"So," Zhai Ying said during the debate between the two, "in your opinion, my character is a detective who breaks in suddenly. According to the conventional plot line, I am a clue provider, but as Zhou Ziheng said , if these clues are not established, the role of the detective can actually create a reversal in the plot."

While speaking, she unbuttoned her coat, put one hand into the pocket of her breeches, and continued, "Then push it like this, can the most vulnerable female high school student also create this kind of dramatic reversal? And the psychiatrist, this The most positive-looking character. Of course, if the lead singer of the band is involved in the murder, it may also create a sensational plot."

Her logic is clear and her speech is organized.After listening, Fang Juexia came out to add, "I agree with Zhai Ying's words. In fact, apart from these, the two roles of teacher Yan and college students are easily forgotten because they are not clear enough. This kind of inconspicuousness is often linked to the reversal. So I Think about it, everyone’s suspicions are roughly the same.”

Xia Xiqing nodded, "There are reasons and evidence, and I can't refute it. But I would like to ask, if the program group really needs to create a reversal, why would they connect the seemingly weak female high school students with almost everyone else? It's not very annoying. Doubt?"

Zhou Ziheng smiled and counterattacked with Xia Xiqing's previous logic, "Maybe the program crew knows that you are going to act, so if you don't make it dazzled, it doesn't match your style of play."

The others laughed.

Pei Tingsong was half lying on the table, flipping through the books on the table when he was bored, "I want to go and see your room"

Shang Sirui nodded, "Go." After finishing speaking, he added, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Pei Tingsong glanced at Fang Juexia, who happened to be looking at him too, but he was not sure whether Fang Juexia could see it or not.

"Up to you." Pei Tingsong said.

Fang Juexia turned her face away.

Oh, so I can see it.

"I won't go." Shang Sirui hugged Fang Juexia's shoulders, "I've seen enough, I've been shadowed by staying there, go and look around by yourself, I'll just stay here, maybe this room There will be more clues. Jue Xia?"

"Yeah." Fang Juexia didn't look at Pei Tingsong.

"Okay." Pei Tingsong stopped flipping the book and threw it upside down on the table, "Is there anyone else who wants to come with me?"

Zhou Ziheng turned around, "I want to see the consultation room." As he spoke, he touched the back of Xia Xiqing's neck with his hand, and Xia Xiqing turned his face away, "Go, I'm right here."

Pei Tingsong tilted his head to signal Zhou Ziheng, and the two left together.

The remaining Xia Xiqing carefully sorted out a round of relationship diagrams, and then went through all the parts of the room that might still have clues to the plot, including the mattress in the detective room.

Fang Juexia couldn't see clearly, and lost the advantage of detection in it.

But his sense of hearing is very keen. Amidst the noisy discussions and the loud rummaging, he heard a very subtle sound. It was the sound of music, but it was very soft, almost the lowest volume, completely submerged in the huge and messy room in the sound.If it wasn't because he couldn't see at all and could only rely on hearing, he would have missed it too.

Just like auditory hallucinations, he could hardly confirm the authenticity of the music, but the darkness gave him the inertia to explore, following the guidance of his hearing, he followed the sound bit by bit.

Table edges, cold walls, wooden shelves, armchairs, soft sofa cushions.An ever-changing sense of touch guides his steps.

Sitting on the sofa, Fang Juexia took a deep breath.

The sound of music is getting closer and closer to reality.He reached into the crevice of the sofa cushion behind his back.

Suddenly.

"What's wrong with you, Jue Xia?"

Hearing Xia Xiqing's voice, Fang Juexia withdrew his hand calmly, smiled and shook his head, "My waist is not very good recently, and I'm a little bit from dancing... I can't stand for a long time, I want to sit down."

He struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally gave a tentative invitation, "You...do you want to come over and have a sit?"

After waiting for a few seconds, he heard the answer, "Forget it, I'm uncomfortable in here, I'm going out."

Xia Xiqing left the dark house, leaned on the hidden door, and suddenly noticed the wall and the paintings on it.This seems to be a collection of a series, all of which are masterpieces of abstract art.One of them caught his attention, and it was The Death of Marat.

Gazing at the world-famous painting, he realized something wasn't quite right, so he reached out and removed it.

Shang Sirui and Zhai Ying are still looking for clues, Zhai Ying seems to be a person who doesn't talk much, and doesn't take Shang Sirui's words very well, or maybe it's because of the avoidance between idols of the opposite sex, the two of them don't communicate much.Sitting in the dark, Fang Juexia pondered for a moment, took out his hand that had been under the sofa cushion, and held it tightly.The whole person fell back on the sofa, with his hands on his forehead.

There is a button on this small recording pen, Fang Juexia pressed it, and the subtle music sound stopped abruptly.After three seconds of silence, a crackling sound with the sound of electric sizzle came and became clear.

It's a girl's voice.

"I made this call because I hope we can join forces, and you don't want to do this either, don't you..."

"Only get rid of him, only get rid of him..."

Zhou Ziheng first took Pei Tingsong to look at Shang Sirui's room, it was indeed very simple inside, he sat on the sofa, picked up the guitar and played it, "The tone is not bad."

"I don't know much about music," Zhou Ziheng asked, "What kind of guitar is this?"

"Hollow guitar." Pei Tingsong put the guitar back.While chatting with Zhou Ziheng about music, he came to the psychiatrist's room.Zhou Ziheng's attention was attracted by their big table, "This should be where your main clues are concentrated."

Pei Tingsong just came out of the connected waiting room, stood in front of the big bookcase, stared at the various books on it, hummed, and added, "It's very difficult, we were all wearing hoods at the time, watching I can’t see it either, and my hands and feet are tied.”

"We also wear hoods, and the square ones are so funny," Zhou Ziheng sat on the chair that Pei Tingsong initialized, and chatted enthusiastically while checking whether there were any mechanisms on his chair, "The audience watched It must be very funny at the time, all of them have square heads."

When he heard the sound of the piano, he looked up and saw Pei Tingsong holding a pocket ukulele, strumming the strings and playing a tune.

Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows and expressed his appreciation, "The theme song of our movie."

"The program team is very caring. They are all good pianos." Pei Tingsong turned around and returned things to their original places.

At this moment, they heard the announcement of the program group.

"Players, please pay attention, there is still half an hour before the first public voting execution, please brainstorm and discuss the killer suspects in your mind in the next time."

so fast?Fang Juexia counted the time, and it was indeed a long time ago, but the program team has not disclosed the knight's camp, it seems that they want to execute a player first and then announce it.

Six people came out of the room and gathered in the living room at the beginning to sit down.

"How to discuss?" Pei Tingsong bent over and flipped through some clues on the coffee table, "I don't seem to have figured out too many clues now, so I can't just throw one out."

Unexpectedly, his words immediately attracted Xia Xiqing's attack, "Xiao Pei, don't you plan to tell everyone that you danced knights with me in the consultation room?"

Fang Juexia actually wanted to tell everyone about this early in the morning, so that they could lock the knights on these two people.But he still couldn't find a suitable time, and he had no position, and he might get burned if he didn't pay attention.

Unexpectedly, it was Xia Xiqing who said it first.

Pei Tingsong remained calm, "Yeah, I almost forgot." He briefly explained the story to everyone, of course based on his position and logic, "Grade Xiqing formed a team and claimed that he was a knight. Coincidentally, he kicked my iron plate, so I jumped out on the spot to expose him, saying that I am the real knight."

Xia Xiqing laughed, "To tell you the truth, I can't be sure that you must be the killer wearing knight clothes. If you honestly admit that you are not a knight now, I can still believe that you are blocking the gun for a real knight. You choose yourself."

Pei Tingsong was not afraid of his words at all, but raised his eyebrows, "Are you implying something to me? Sorry, I don't understand. A true knight never retreats."

Shang Sirui was dazzled by such a great show from the very beginning, "Did the program crew make a mistake? This is not a double-faced knight, but a real and fake knight."

Zhou Ziheng observed the status of the two people, "What? Everyone is going to take the knight this round? But the knight's camp has not been disclosed yet."

Zhai Ying folded her arms around her chest, watching this good show: "Since the two of them dare to challenge openly, the camp is obvious. They should all say that they are white knights."

Fang Juexia knew that he had to speak now, but he couldn't speak casually. The point of conflict this time was between Xia Xiqing and Pei Tingsong. If he accidentally got involved, things would only get more complicated.

The best way now is to pretend to be a normal player through and through.

He tried to think differently.If he is an ordinary player now, what is the one thing with the highest priority.

Still looking for a killer, that's right.

"I don't think this round is the knight's round. Our chance to vote is very precious, and it is the only possibility for us to lead the killer. Because the killer has the right to kill. Don't forget this."

Xia Xiqing looked at him with a smile on his lips, "That's right. But in my opinion, it's definitely not a good card for me to play against the jumping knight."

It's you, brother, who really dances to each other.Fang Juexia complained softly in her heart.

Pei Tingsong counterattacked, "It's the same in my opinion. If you hadn't taken the lead and blew yourself up first, I might still hide it now and dare not show it, but I can't just watch the killer put on the white knight's clothes like this .So I have to stand up."

Fang Juexia blinked.

Really know how to say, if I am not a real knight, I will really believe you.

The situation fell into a chaotic deadlock for a while, and everyone was silent for a while.

Zhou Ziheng thought over and over again, and felt that things were not that simple, "I guess the program team will not expose the Cavaliers camp at this time. To be honest, I agree with Jue Xia's statement just now. This round is not the Cavaliers' round. If you want to vote, you are still voting." Killer. But," he changed the subject, "I don't quite believe that one of you is real and the other is fake. Maybe both of you are fake, and the real knight is still hidden below."

Fang Juexia shook her fingers secretly, and heard Shang Sirui's analysis, "Just now Xi Qing said that he is a white knight, and then told Xiao Pei, if you are fake to block the gun for me, you should retreat quickly, I believe you are Good guy, if you don’t back down, you’re a killer. This logic is really fine at first glance, it’s quite like the logic of the white knight.”

"But do you still remember what Xiao Pei said just now? Xi Qing blew himself up in order to win over Jue Xia, which is a bit strange. The white knight blew himself up at the beginning, wouldn't it be a disaster that would kill him soon? If you win, you shouldn't use your knight card to exchange for the alliance."

Shang Sirui's logic is quite clear, and this is what Fang Juexia has always felt is wrong with Xia Xiqing, but it is inappropriate for him to say it, and Shang Sirui's words are very appropriate.

Zhai Ying continued to add, "There is another point. Isn't it strange that Brother Xi Qing has revealed his identity for so long and the killer didn't kill him? But there is another point that is also strange. If Brother Xi Qing is in the dark camp, when he I cheated out of Pei Tingsong's identity, should I take some action? No, everything is fine until now. "

After listening to her, Fang Juexia thought for a while and continued, "There may be a killer among these two people, but we can't judge whether a player is a killer or not based on their performance in the game. Don't forget Now, the escaped killer is linked to the plot." After he finished speaking, he paused again, and continued following the train of thought of ordinary players, "Of course, the purpose of our voting this time is to kill the killer as much as possible, so even if I I can’t fully see the situation now, so I might choose to vote for one, to ensure that good people’s votes will not be wasted.”

His words seemed to be recognized by the players on the field, and everyone nodded.

At this point in time, the biggest beneficiary of the abstention is the killer, and their execution rate is greatly reduced.So even if you kill a good person by mistake, you have to fight for the possibility of executing the killer.

Soon, voting reminders came from the room.

"All players have 30 seconds to vote. Please fill in the name of the killer in your mind. The countdown begins."

Everyone separated a little further, and took out the mobile phones given to them by the program team to vote.Fang Juexia walked to the display wall with the hidden door, and lowered his head facing the wall to take out his mobile phone.A premonition haunted him, especially after he came out of the dark room.

"five--"

"Four--"

"three--"

Fang Juexia typed out a name.

"two--"

"one."

send.

After unlocking the screen, Fang Juexia's heart was beating fast. He stuffed his phone into his pocket and anxiously waited for the verdict from the program crew.The confrontation between Xia Xiqing and Pei Tingsong was still in his ears just now, and he didn't know whether his decision was critical or correct.

"Attention all players, the result of this referendum is..."

When the program group's announcement sounded again, it also lifted Fang Juexia's heart.

"A draw. We will not execute any players, and the game will continue. The next round of referendum will be in half an hour. Please hurry up and find out the dark camp hidden among you, clear the clouds and escape."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his head and mentally analyzed the tendency of each person to vote.Thinking about it, Fang Juexia accidentally discovered that there seemed to be a painting missing on the wall, and the missing piece of wall was empty, which was really unfriendly to a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder like him.

He looked around and saw that the painting was placed next to a cabinet near the door, and there was a tea set on the cabinet.Fang Juexia walked over to pick up the painting, looked at it, it was a person who died in the bathtub, holding a letter and a pen in his hand.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder forced him to hang the painting in the empty space and straighten it out.Fang Juexia looked at her results with satisfaction, but found that the painting inside the frame was a little off, showing some white edges.

It's too uncomfortable.No matter how he looked at it, he felt uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" Xia Xiqing appeared from behind him, putting his hand on his shoulder, "Are you interested in this painting?"

Fang Juexia turned around, smiled at him, and was about to say that he just wanted to hang up the painting, but the moment he saw Xia Xiqing, he suddenly thought of something.

The hand holding the picture frame began to sweat. Fang Juexia adjusted his breathing, "Well, although I don't understand it very well, I feel that this picture should have a story."

Xia Xiqing nodded, "You guessed right, quite artistically sensitive. This painting is about a leader who was assassinated during the French Revolution, Marat." He shrugged and complained, "But this imitation not too good."

"Really?" Fang Juexia smiled, "I can't see it either."

Mara...

leader.

Staring at the paintings on the wall, he always felt that something was wrong.

Zhou Ziheng came over, "What are you discussing?"

"Art." Xia Xiqing smiled at him.

Seeing the two people approaching, Fang Juexia avoided them automatically, and moved out a little bit, trying not to disturb them.Turning his head, he found Zhai Ying standing beside him.

"Brother Jue Xia, I heard that you study mathematics."

Fang Juexia nodded, "What's wrong."

"I found this in the psychiatrist's room, it looks like a draft paper." Zhai Ying handed him the paper in her hand, "Do these formulas have any meaning?"

Fang Juexia took it over and looked at it carefully, "These formulas are the calculus of a problem, and the meaning may not have other meanings, ordinary double integrals." There are also some sets written on one side of the formula.

"Then is the answer to this question correct?" Zhai Ying asked.

Fang Juexia's attention was drawn back, "I'll do the math." So he took the paper and the pen that Zhai Ying handed him, and lay down on the cabinet where he had just found the painting, and did the math.

"Okay, I'll come over later." Zhai Ying left directly, leaving Fang Juexia alone.He was engrossed in his calculations, and soon came to the result, which was the same as the original result on this draft paper.Fang Juexia turned around to look for Zhai Ying, but almost ran into another person who was close to him.

"Did you stumble outside too?"

With his arm supported, Fang Juexia held the calculation paper in his hand, looked up, and saw Pei Tingsong's face.

His speech is always full of multiple hints, one sentence after another, with riddles that only the two of them know.

Pets, one-sixth, little master...

Too good at playing with words.

"It's fine if you don't know how to dance." Fang Juexia said calmly, broke away from his hands and stood still, folded the calculation paper and draft paper just now and stuffed them into his pants pocket.But Pei Tingsong didn't seem to give up, "Didn't you knock inside just now?" Putting his hands on his shoulders, he turned him over and over again, almost touching him all over, "I'll check."

Fang Juexia felt that it was not good to be under the camera, it was too intimate, he tried to push Pei Tingsong away, back and forth, the two of them became two tangled cats, but in the end he couldn't get Pei Tingsong away , simply gave up struggling and was forced to accept "examination".

"You look quite energetic. I heard from senior brother that your back hurts." Pei Tingsong patted Fang Juexia's chest, "You're quite energetic, I'm relieved."

This action made Fang Juexia pause.

The instigator left the spot and walked towards Shang Sirui, and the two got together to make jokes again.Fang Juexia stood there, motionless, looking at Pei Tingsong's back.

He adjusted his breathing, turned around to face the half-person-high cabinet, and stood silently for a long time.

Feeling that the camera in front of the cabinet turned around and turned to his side, Fang Juexia came back to his senses and focused his eyes on the cabinet.There is a set of exquisite tea sets on it, a beautiful European-style white-glazed teapot, and several teacups, which are arranged in a straight line along the side of the cabinet.

But this straight line...is a little not straight enough.

OCD made him reach out and adjust the position of the teacup until they were on a horizontal line.

"Okay." Fang Juexia whispered to himself.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, he suddenly heard a click, and the previously locked drawer was automatically unlocked and opened a crack.

Is there such a way to open it?

Fang Juexia felt a little surprised, and leaned closer to see what was going on with the mechanism, but found an X written on the teapot with a silver pen.

So that was the case, Fang Juexia put the teapot away and opened the drawer.

Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing, who were standing not far away, also noticed it. Looking sideways, Fang Juexia took out a white checked handkerchief from inside.

"Is this a new clue?" Zhou Ziheng asked.

Fang Juexia nodded, "It should be related to the answer on the display screen on the gate. They are all grids." He looked down at the handkerchief in his hand, which had several rows of numbers embroidered on it.

15.41.23.14.33

14.24.12

34.23.14.32.15

51.24.43.22.55.54

"Is this the password..."

Zhou Ziheng walked over, touched the inside of the handkerchief, and felt something, so he picked up the teapot and shook it. There was water in it, so he poured it on and spread the handkerchief flat.

The white checked handkerchief became translucent when wet, revealing a piece of water-repellent plastic paper hidden inside, and the writing on it became clear.

___1__2__3__4__5

1__q__w__e__r__t

2__y__u_i/j_o__p

3__a__s__d__f__g

4__h__k__l__z__x

5__c__v__b__n__m

"This is..." Fang Juexia felt familiar, and after thinking about it, he had the answer.

"I see." Zhou Ziheng subconsciously took out his phone to check if it was true. After unlocking it, he remembered something and smiled, "I forgot, this is the phone of the program group."

Fang Juexia also laughed.

Suddenly, the program group's announcement rang.

"Everyone, please pay attention."

"Player Pei Tingsong, died."

The author has something to say: This chapter is full of foreshadowing and hidden lines, it is very normal to not understand it, because this chapter is from the viewer's perspective, basically there is no God's perspective, the next chapter will make it clear~

The typesetting of jj is so bad that tab stops are not allowed. I waited for a long time to sort out the password list in the handkerchief. I will also post "The Death of Marat" on Weibo, if you are interested, you can check it out.

The naked changer guesses that the truth will be revealed in the next chapter.