I'm delivering food in an escape game

Zhou Taixi was still laughing, but his smile was almost crazy, his eyes were red and he was glaring.

Before Fan Wan could react, suddenly, Zhou Taixi rushed towards him and grabbed his neck.

"Even if I want to die, I will hold you back!" Zhou Taixi screamed wildly.

This movement seemed to use all his strength, Fan Wan felt a sudden suffocation, as if the bones in his neck were about to be cut off.

Fortunately, with the little brother at the side, Zhou Taixi couldn't make any waves, but within two seconds, he was restrained by the little brother, Zhou Taixi suddenly went crazy, and his strength was so great that even the little brother took a lot of effort to get the two of them together. people separate.

Fan Wan was blocked behind the little brother, bent over, covered her neck and couldn't stop coughing. After a while, she said: "Zhou Taixi, you are crazy! What's going on, you answered wrong?"

But it's impossible, Fan Wan was a little puzzled, the case said there was nothing wrong with his reasoning.

After Zhou Taixi was pulled away by the little brother, he grabbed both hands and swept him to the ground. At this moment, Zhou Taixi was kneeling, almost paralyzed on the ground, his usual arrogant and domineering expression was gone, only fear remained, and he said in a daze: "What should I do? The killer is coming, bodyguard, hurry up and call the bodyguard for me..." He even started to speak incoherently.

The little brother couldn't help but replied: "It's useless to call anyone. This is the rule of the game, and no one can change it. As I said, the escape game is not free to do whatever you want, and there is no loophole in the high-level game that allows you to escape. You , including organizations, after all, they are all trapped in their own cocoons, and they have to pay a price."

"No, no..." Zhou Taixi was getting more and more frightened by what the younger brother said, and burst into tears, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

Then he rushed to Fan Wan's feet: "Fan Wan, save me, save me, little brother, save me."

Fan Wan raised her head and subconsciously cast her eyes on the little brother, who shook his head, expressing that he had no choice.

He had no choice but to shake off Zhou Taixi's hand and let him accept his fate: "It's hopeless."

After finishing speaking, the countdown signal of the murderer's killing began to transmit from the screens of everyone's glasses.

Hearing this voice, Zhou Taixi's whole body was stiff, his face was livid, as if he couldn't move, and he muttered to himself, as if he still refused to believe it.

Even though Fan Wan hated and disliked him very much, she couldn't help turning her face away, and said to the little brother: "The murderer is coming soon, so as not to harm Chi Yu, let's leave here first."

There is nothing worthy of sympathy for Zhou Taixi digging his own grave, but the last scene was frozen in Fan Wan's mind, making him feel mixed, so he stopped looking at him and left Zhou Taixi on the flyover, with his younger brother. Drove away.

The little brother drove the car around a few times until the red dot of Zhou Taixi disappeared on the screen.

Zhou Taixi finally died tragically at the hands of the murderer.

The little brother turned the steering wheel, looking in the direction to return to the flyover site, and found Fan Wan in a daze, called him, and then said: "It seems that Zhou Taixi's reasoning of the pigment hypothesis is incorrect, but we can see through his death. Eliminate three wrong answers, and the rest is brown."

"Well, the game is finally coming to an end." Fan Wan breathed out, as if physically and mentally exhausted.

It's really not easy to live to the end.

It's just that Fan Wan wanted to know why it was brown, that is, why the real identity of the murderer was Brown Brown, and found that the younger brother's intention was the same, so the two came to the final crime scene.

Zhou Taixi's body was hung on the overpass bridge by the murderer. The expression on his face was very serene, not as desperate and distorted as before his death. A beautiful doodle.

An artistic conception of a composer tied to a stave.

As if a symphony of death sounded, the deceased was passed through the body by the music score painted as staves.

I have to say that this killer does display a violent aesthetic.

The tone of this painting is black, but the signature is white, which is very eye-catching, as if the murderer has completed his work and can face the final judgment openly.

Fan Wan and the younger brother looked at each other, as if they were saying that this crazy killing game is finally coming to an end.

Although the answer has been obtained because of three wrong exclusions, how the murderer was laid out, how the previous clues deduced the murderer, and where the direct evidence is, this has not yet been clarified.

Fan Wan buried her head in thought and began to analyze: "Let's deal with it from the beginning."

"Hmm." The little brother was also lost in thought.

"Let's talk about the alibi for that weekend first. The other three people had family gatherings, bowling, and welfare homes for charity. That is to say, more than one of these three people can prove that they did not show up on the weekend. The scene of the discovery. And Brown, only an undiscovered woman and the red wine sent to the apartment every weekend can prove it. If this woman is simply a fake existence of the killer, forged through underwear, women's products, etc., there is no such person at all. In addition The red wine may not be signed in person, so from the perspective of the alibi, Brown's alibi is the most unreliable." Fan Wan replied.

"Yeah." The little brother nodded and said, "In order to confuse everyone's choice, the killer first deliberately found an apartment with three neighbors named after color, lived in it, and then went to the safe base to prepare killing materials and painting utensils. , and deliberately forego the use of blue and green pigments, according to the color of the neighbor's name."

"That's right, it's easy to think that the name, paint, and signature are all in several colors, and it is inferred that the killer might give up using the color that represents his name because he is afraid of being suspected."

"Zhou Taixi fell into this trap, and, not only that, look." The little brother pointed to the painting on the scene, and said, "In this fourth painting, part of the brown color is still used, that is to say, in the fourth painting In the so-called 'works', the murderer boldly uses brown—Brown, which is his name, without taboo at all. And the signature black—Black, at first glance, looks very similar to Brown’s writing style, and it is also profiled. It has been proved that this is probably the murderer's alias."

"Also, this Brown is usually a writer, with a meticulous mind and a lot of imaginative ideas, so although the contents of the paintings we saw have no direct connection with the murderer, we can see that many of the murderers The fantasies of demons, roses, serpents, coffins and musical notes all suggest a very active mind and creativity, which makes sense."

The two pushed here, and suddenly stopped again.

Fan Wan also found a point that was not smooth enough, that is, there is still no real hammer, so he said: "But these are inferences and indirect evidence, and it is impossible to confirm that Brown, the writer, is the murderer himself. Although we use the game mechanism, Using three dead people to rule out three answers, Brown must be the correct answer, and it can be proved through the clues of the answer, but we still haven't really broken the game, which is a little regrettable."

"Wait." The little brother seemed to have thought of something, and said, "There is another point that we have ignored."

"What is it?" Fan Wan was a little anxious, the little brother was still playing tricks at this time.

"It's the killing order..."

"Kill order? What do you mean?"

"We ignored the order of killing. If the order of killing is consistent with the case of the murderer, then this order may be the only information given by the murderer to prove that the murderer is Brown himself."

Fan Wan frowned, and recalled: "The order of killing is A—C—E—B—D."

"The first three sequences make up Ace, perfect and extreme, BD, BrownDo, Brown did it. In translation, Brown did the perfect crime."

Fan Wan slapped his palms fiercely, and said: "Therefore, if the killing order is not the last and the fourth person is killed, it cannot be obtained. That is to say, if you really want to solve the puzzle in this game, you can only live to the end. It is impossible to know the complete killing information."

The little brother nodded, it seems that the puzzle has finally been solved.

At this moment, the final murder notice appeared, D, Dorothy, the nameplate in Fan Wan's hand.

Fan Wan didn't waste time, and said directly: "Answer the identity of the murderer."

After a while, a system prompt appeared on the screen—please enter the correct answer for the identity of the murderer.

Fan Wan replied: "The identity of the murderer is Brown, Brown."

The light spot of the system jumped three times, and a red label flashed out, prompting—the answer was correct.

"Huh..." Fan Wan breathed a sigh of relief, winked at the little brother, and then read out to the system prompt on the screen for the little brother, "The murderer has broken the invincible state and is teleporting to the scene."

As soon as he finished speaking, the murderer appeared soon.

"Here we come." Fan Wan said.

The little brother already had the hunting knife in his hand.

A tall figure walked towards them.

The murderer Brown in this game, that is, the Wraith in the game, is different from what they imagined. He is a young man with blond hair and blue eyes.The style of the clothes on his body was not new, but they were considered neat, and the sleeves were stained with some painting paint, but it seemed that he had washed it off repeatedly, leaving only some mottled shadows.

Surprisingly, he didn't look like an unshaven alcoholic. He was different from the perverted murderer everyone imagined. He was even thin and not a muscular and explosive man. gas.

Only when he opened his mouth did he reveal his hidden dark side. At the beginning, he was a little polite: "I regret that I didn't turn you into a painting, hanging in this city's eternally bright night."

Finding that the person in front of him didn't answer, he said again: "You know, this world has always been short of talented people, but talent is not predestined, there are many ways to get it."

The little brother held the knife sideways to guard against his movements, but Fan Wan asked curiously: "How to get it, hard work can make up for one's weakness?"

"What he wants to say is to get inspiration by killing people." The younger brother replied.

"Hehe." Brown chuckled, not a mockery, but a self-admired, sober and confident smile, and he said, "Only those who are brave can be favored by the God of Inspiration, and they are called" by most people. The dark side' stuff, for me, is another brilliant me."

"I can understand you, I was not brave enough at the beginning, and I was not recognized by others. Those people only understand business and don't understand real art at all. Of course, I didn't really approach art at the beginning. After a while, I fell into The dilemma of writing, the dilemma of self, until I did the first murder, in order to simulate the murder content in my book, a crazy story of dying for roses, I discovered that it is simply art itself, no matter the art Whether the content is presented through pictures or words is the art I have pursued all my life."

He babbled on about his motives for killing people, but the more he listened to it, the more frightened he became.

It seems that this person got into trouble because of writing, simulated killing, and then got deeper and deeper.

It really is a complete pervert.

At this time, the murderer Brown suddenly became depressed and said, "But I still have regrets."

"What are you sorry about?" Fan Wan asked.

"It's a pity that I don't have a bosom friend. Those idiots can't guess who I am at all. They don't know how to appreciate such a great work. You don't really know me. Those four works are not groundless improvisations, but the four manuscripts I wrote. illustration."

"Manuscript?"

"So, hehehe, no one has seriously read my works. Those thick manuscripts are pushed in the corner of the room. If someone takes the time to read them carefully, they will naturally understand the relationship between the painting and the contents of the manuscript. It can lock my identity. But unfortunately, there has never been such a player.”

Although Fan Wan understood that that's why he became the vengeful spirit and organizer of this game, he still hastened to say: "As for your works that only complain that others don't appreciate them, they are actually full of sensational content that has no intention at all. I don’t even open this kind of book even if I read the name, and I don’t want people to read it.” Fan Wan didn’t want to stop the other party from complaining, and said to the little brother, “This person is too perverted, I have goosebumps all over my body, Get rid of him quickly."

The little brother nodded, and then shot suddenly.

This perverted murderer, Fan Wan thought that he was vulnerable without being invincible, he was just a thin young man, but he didn't expect to react quite quickly, escaped the little brother's attack, and then the two began to fight.

The little brother was injured, but the little brother didn't have the upper hand again and again, and even took a few punches from the murderer. Fan Wan couldn't help but sweat, worried that the little brother would eventually lose to the murderer.

There was no other way, Fan Wan had no choice but to join the battlefield, but he only had brute force and no kung fu, so he rushed over and jumped on the killer's back, grabbed his shoulders and throat and turned him backwards.

On the contrary, the little brother cooperated very well. Taking advantage of this opportunity, when the murderer showed his face, Kuaishou plunged the hunting knife into the eyebrow of the murderer.

In the end, the murderer just stared, with a weird smile on his mouth, slowly backed up, and then fell over the railing of the overpass bridge.

Then the glasses screen flickered and turned into a completely black screen.

game over.

When he opened his eyes again, the little brother and Fan Wan returned to the vicinity of the building of Infinity Group.

The younger brother's injury will automatically fully recover after the game, but Fan Wan, after several battles, is so tired that his feet are limp.

There were people coming and going along the way, the autumn rainy weather, the sky finally cleared up, the sky was soft twilight, and the sunset glow was orange and red, which was a warm color.