Lucky Puzzle [Unlimited]

If no players appear later, they may choose other scenes to find clues or are out of the game.

In this type of game, it is usually the default to fight on their own, and the other players wander around the room, carefully looking for all possible clues.

Xiaoqing's bedroom is very tidy. The single bed, desk, and wardrobe are the same as when Chi Er came here, but everything is covered with dust, which shows that no one has cleaned it for a while.

Chi Er kept thinking, assuming that Xiaoqing committed suicide, what was her reason?With her getting along with Zheng Yuan, Chi Er couldn't find the factor that caused her suicide because of her family relationship.

He always cared about Chen Ran, the boy Xiaoqing likes in the first part of the performance. After thinking about it, he opened the desk drawer.

Like all girls of this age, apart from some learning things in the drawer, there is also a box, empty, with the words "diary" on the side seam.

Xu Miao leaned over: "Diary, well, girls of this age can write something."

"Write what?"

"Things that you can't tell your relatives, such as troublesome things in study, vague affection for a certain classmate, writing them down can relieve a little pressure." Xu Miao felt helpless, "When I grow up, I will feel blush when I look at those words."

This Chi Er felt the same way. Although he had nothing to say when he was studying, he had a lot of ideas in Secondary School. He deserted in class, and looked at the ceiling while sleeping, thinking wildly. It was funny to think about it later.

He took out the box, the box was there, but the contents were gone.

Xu Miao pouted outside the door: "I've been in."

That is, it may have been taken away. There is nothing more important than the diary of the person concerned to peek into the mentality of a certain period of time.

The two had to look elsewhere.

Chi Er's hand touched a booklet on the desk, and he opened it. It was a self-made phone book. The names and numbers were neatly listed. There were landlines and mobile numbers.

Xu Miao: "Xiaoqing's handwriting is quite beautiful."

Chi Er stared at the font for a while: "It shouldn't be written by her."

In the first rendition, Xiaoqing goes to school at night to give Chen Ran a gift, and there is a short passage written by Xiaoqing in the box, which can be clearly seen by Chi Er from Xiaoqing's perspective.

Xiaoqing's handwriting can only be said to be regular, not beautiful, but the phone book in front of her is much more elegant, every stroke and every number is pleasing to the eye.

Xu Miao thought for two seconds, flipped through the phone book, and Chi Er followed along.

After a while, Xu Miao stopped and pointed somewhere: "Here."

I have turned to the last page. There are two numbers on it, one for a landline and one for a mobile phone. Unlike the previous numbers, which are neatly arranged, one in a row, these two occupy a whole blank page, and the numbers are large.

If you look closely, the numbers don't seem to be very coherent, there are several places that are intermittent, and there are a few places that are deeply imprinted.

Chi Er imagined that it should be caused by trembling hands when writing, and the tip of the pen staying somewhere for too long.

When writing these two strings of numbers, people's mood is created in surging emotions.

Thinking deeply, he almost bit his tongue in shock from the sudden crackling sound in the living room.

Xu Miao quickly went to the door, took a look and then nodded to Chi Er, motioning him to go and have a look.

The fragments that exploded on the floor of the living room were a vase that had been placed on the coffee table before.

Lying with the debris, there is also player No. 7. To be precise, he is lying on the debris. There are blood stains on the pure white floor tiles, which should come from a certain part of No. 7's body.

Chi Er and Xu Miao watched as the numbers above No. 7's head gradually decreased, and the health value quickly returned to zero. No. 7 disappeared from the living room.

No. 8 and No. 12 separated their sides and looked down, also with stunned faces.

Xu Miao asked: "What happened?"

Number 8 looked at her, and then at number 12: "I was looking around, and I came here only when I heard the sound."

No. 12 stood at the door of the bathroom, shook his head to indicate that he didn't know what happened, then looked at No. 8, and asked, "What are you holding in your hand?"

No. 8 laughed: "It's nothing, I found the clues myself, why, you want it? Sorry, everyone belongs to their own."

"I remember that No. 7 took out a notebook from that bedroom, which is the same as the one in your hand." No. 12 was referring to Xiaoqing's bedroom where Chi Er and Xu Miao lived, and his tone was flat as if he was chatting, "This is your own book. Did you find it?"

No. 8's face changed, but he was still strong: "I didn't do anything, don't spitting blood!"

Xu Miao looked at Chi Er and asked his opinion with her eyes, Chi Er said to look again.

Number 12: "Whatever you want, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

There is indeed no evidence to prove that the book came from No. 7. No. 8 grasped the things in his hand, turned to face the wall, his arms trembled, and he should be flipping through the book.

Chi Er understood that No. 12 did not lie, and No. 8 flipped through the book very quickly, only when he just got clues from others would he be in such a hurry.

He snatched the clues found by No. 7. As for whether No. 7 was hit by a vase and failed to pass the level, it is not certain whether he did it.

The two of them were about to go back to their room to continue their research, when No. 8 suddenly laughed, like a big laugh, hahahaha, Chi Er was a little hairy when he laughed, and looked back at the living room.

No. 8 touched the saliva from the laughter on his mouth: "I finally know what's going on! Hahahaha I'm going to clear the level!"

Keep laughing.

Chi Er and Xu Miao looked at each other. It seemed that there were indeed many clues in the diary, but it was a pity that they went in late and were preempted.

According to the previous game rules, players who think they have found the answer can tap any item in the scene and follow the instructions to inform the conclusion, if it is correct, they will pass the level smoothly, and if they fail, they will be out.

No. 8 laughed for a while, kicked the wall with great force, and he was so shocked that he took several steps back, still laughing.

Chi Er is speechless, no matter how happy it is to clear the customs, do you need to be so carried away?

Soon, a flat screen slowly appeared in front of No. 8. No. 8 glanced at it, reached out and clicked a few times, looked up at the remaining three players, and said with satisfaction: "I will withdraw first, I wish you good luck. "

Xu Miao and Chi Er rolled their eyes at the same time.

The tablet screen disappeared, and No. 8 crossed his arms, waiting triumphantly to clear the level.

Suddenly, a reminder sound appeared.

[Player No. 8 failed to clear the level and will be out soon]

[Player No. 8 failed to clear the level and will be out soon]

All four people in the house froze.

Chi Er was surprised that the diary did not have the expected effect, and the person who was hit the hardest was undoubtedly player No. 8 himself.

No matter how proud he was before, the blow will be as great now, so that in the process of the life value above his head quickly returning to zero, he just remained stunned and stood there stiffly.

The moment the HP dropped to 10, No. 8 yelled: "I'm so right, why did I fail?"

When the last two words fell on the ground, the person disappeared.

It was less than 7 minutes before the 10th was out.

Chi Er can't figure it out now, is the information recorded in the diary itself wrong, or is No. 8's understanding wrong?Did his previous vows come from blind self-confidence or misleading information?

No. 12 sneered, didn't communicate with them, and got busy again.

All this happened in just ten minutes, five of them, two players were eliminated, Chi Er was a little confused, and patted himself on the head.

Xu Miao: "It may be a good thing not to get the diary, maybe we will be misled."

"Is this self-comforting?"

"It's a blessing in disguise, I think it's optimistic."

Chi Er smiled, he was quite optimistic. The few of them who could talk to each other seemed to have this kind of personality. Even Li Zhan, who was the most stable and so stable that he rarely spoke, was an absolute optimist.

Xu Miao suddenly said again: "Tell me, is there any connection between optimism and luck?"

Chi Er didn't understand what she meant: "What?"

"Well... Forget it, now is not the time to talk about this, let's continue to finish this level and then talk about other things."

Their attention continued to return to the last two phone numbers, which had no names and were listed on a separate page. When they wrote down the numbers, they were emotionally unstable. Several doubts were grouped together, and Chi Er decided to actually investigate.

There is a landline next to the bed in Xiaoqing's bedroom. Xu Miao picked it up and tried it, and it still works.

First dial the landline, it rang for a while, but no one answered, until the line was automatically hung up.

Unwilling to give up, he called again, and it still rang for a while. Just a second before Chi Er was about to hang up in despair, there was a beep, and someone answered.

With his heart beating faster, Chi Er cleared his throat before saying, "Hello, hello."

"Hello. Who is this?"

Male voice, hoarse, with phlegm, probably caused by long-term smoking, and a little wheezing when speaking.

Chi Er frowned, he remembered this voice.