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While the housekeeper took care of the college students, the poet continued to write programs.

At the moment of life and death, human potential is almost unlimited, and he has never written code so fast.

I don't know how long it took, "It's done..." He muttered to himself, ignoring the pain in his shoulder and neck, and started the program.

In the next second, rows of numbers quickly scrolled across the screen, dazzling people.

"The beginning of spring... the winter solstice... the vernal equinox..."

The poet held his breath and stared at the screen.

Suddenly the flickering screen froze, and two words jumped out, a solar term.

"That is……"

The poet's pupils can't help but dilate: "Xiao Man!"

——The person represented by Xiaoman is himself!

"No, it's impossible!" The poet yelled in panic, "How can I be the next one!"

The butler raised his head when he heard the words, also surprised: "Xiao Man?"

The poet's eyes rolled quickly, staring at the computer.

Just as the butler walked towards him, he pushed the chair away with both hands, and fell to the ground abruptly: "No, no! There must be a mistake somewhere! I wrote the wrong program... Yes, I wrote the wrong program, I ..."

He muttered, but his hands were stuck to the ground as if they were frozen, and he didn't dare to touch the keyboard at all.

"Calm down!" the housekeeper sternly stopped, "You must not be disturbed!"

"I'm not messed up!" the poet categorically denied, his body was like a sieve, "I can definitely do it! I have absolutely no problem! Don't try to harm me! I have never harmed anyone, I don't deserve to die! I don't deserve to die! I don't deserve to die! "

The program that was made with all the effort and painstaking efforts, pointed at his nose at the next moment and said that it was his turn to die soon. This gap was too great. Under the pressure, the poet finally couldn't bear it, and his spirit almost collapsed.

He dragged his body and struggled to crawl towards the door in the messy wires hanging from the computer: "I want to get out of here! I don't deserve to die! I don't deserve to die!"

"Calm down!" cried the steward again. "It's not that bad!"

As he spoke, his eyes changed: "Don't move! Raise your hand!"

"Sud-tat."

The poet felt a tingling burning sensation from his fingers up his arms, the sound of his heart beating and the sound of blood flowing from his eardrums, his eyes were pitch black, and countless light spots danced out of it .

His arm seemed to be attracted by something, his whole body was convulsed, he was trembling, tears, saliva and urine flowed out uncontrollably.

"I'm dying."

"I'm going to be killed."

"I'm going to die here in disgrace..."

In a trance, he heard a gust of wind.

"Snapped!"

My shoulder hurts and I've been hit hard.

The poet found that he seemed to be able to move!

But it was still pitch black!

He didn't even think about it, and tried to shrink back.Unexpectedly, the other party's stick came again, and he grabbed it. During the struggle between the two, the sound of things being knocked over was endless.

"Help!" he yelled.

"Let go!" the butler yelled.

Suddenly, a burst of light from a flashlight swept over.

"What's going on?" The detective's voice was like the sound of heaven.

Under the illumination of the flashlight, the three people who rushed into the hotel clearly saw the scene of two disabled people fighting each other.

"He wants to kill me!" The poet scrambled and scrambled away from the butler, "He must be an insider!"

He still held the butler's cane, which he held tightly at the moment, as if it were his own talisman.

The housekeeper almost laughed angrily, shook his head and said, "You're too nervous."

Then, he pointed to the ground: "Take a good look, what is trying to harm you."

Everyone looked closely. Apart from the knocked-out notebooks, keyboards, and mice, there was also a mess of wires and... wiring boards on the ground.

There are not many power sockets reserved in this old-fashioned hotel, and the location is still remote. They use power strips to solve the problem.

Just now when the poet was moving on the ground, in a panic, he stuck his fingers||into the wiring board and got an electric shock.

The butler didn't like it, so he acted almost at the same time.In desperation, he pushed the poet away with his cane, but with a little more force.

And because of the electric shock, the fuse was blown.The old-fashioned switch did not have a short-circuit protection device, and it could not trip automatically, and the entire hotel was cut off.

After figuring out the cause and effect, everyone hurriedly helped the poet up and comforted him repeatedly.

Especially after learning that the poet's program was running successfully, and seeing the poet's narrow escape, he couldn't help congratulating him on his escape.

The poet also recovered at this time. Although he was still a little panicked, he suddenly remembered something: "Music! Do you hear the music?"

Everyone immediately stopped congratulating.

"I'm still in danger!" the poet said emotionally, "Protect me! Please protect me!"

"We try to protect you as much as possible—I'll help him go to the bathroom to clean up," the doctor said.

The poet grabbed her hand: "I can't go! It's dangerous!"

"Let's do this first," Sunshine Sandie said, "You guys wait a while before going. I'll change the fuse and power this place up."

He has consciously assumed the role of "logistics service".

"Be careful." The detective warned.

"Don't worry, I used to change this in my hometown in the country. I know it by hand!" Sunshine Sandie said and walked out of the hotel, looked around, and saw a mottled distribution box standing at the corner, and the lower part of the box was covered with vines.

The detective followed him, helping him to use an extra flashlight.

Sunshine Three Butterflies carefully opened the door of the distribution box, and said with a smile, "Sure enough, the spare fuse is stored in the box."

As he spoke, he reached for it.

Suddenly, a long sigh resounded through the square.

"The rain washes the face of spring, Hirata has seen the dragon..."

"coming!"

The poet shuddered suddenly, and he held on to the doctor's hand, and the doctor felt as if he would break his bone.

The detective turned quickly, and the flashlight shone on the poet.

Under the yellow light of the flashlight, the poet's face was twisted and terrifying, and the lower half of his body was wet.

All attention is on the poet.

The firmness and safety of the doors and windows in the lobby were checked, and the sofa the poet sat on was also checked. Even the dome chandelier was removed, and the cabinet that might hide the mechanism was also brought down.

Moreover, the poet himself has an illness, and he can climb two steps on the ground at most, so there is no possibility of "fleeing to a place where there is no one because of fear".

They are thinking, what will be the accident this time?

"Crackling-cracking-boom"!

The voice came from outside.

The heavy object fell to the ground.

The detective felt a chill, and turned around quickly.

Under the illumination of the flashlight, the electric sparks and blue smoke on the transformer box are so shocking.

Sunshine Three Butterflies fell upright in the muddy water, their hands and feet scorched black.

A broken wire.

Wet transformer box.

Water conducts electricity.

The life of Sunshine Three Butterflies was instantly erased.

His eyes were wide open, a smile and surprise stayed on his face.

"What's the situation?" Seeing the detective's expression, the doctor immediately went out, trying to rescue Sunshine Three Butterflies.

She and the detective were busy for more than ten minutes.

Finally, give up.

"No, it's impossible..." the poet said with trembling lips, "It's me, damn it... Why is this happening! Why!"

There is no need for college students to distinguish, the first two characters of the first sentence of the poem recited are "rainwater" which represents the sunshine and three butterflies.

"Maybe there is something wrong with your program." The detective glanced at the computer, the case and monitor were all scratched, and he didn't know if it was broken.

There is no electricity now, and I can't check it.

"Program? Program..." The poet's eyes were full of shock and disbelief, "How could there be a problem with my program!"

"There is a way to verify it." The housekeeper said suddenly.

Pointing to the computer, he said, "Every red envelope appears at the scene of death."

If it was the poet's turn to die due to an electric shock, the red envelope of Sunshine Three Butterflies would naturally appear near the computer.

As long as you check it, you can immediately know whether the poet escaped, or the red envelope has nothing to do with the poet, but only foretells the death of the three butterflies in the sun.

"I checked the main box earlier and found nothing," said the detective. "Perhaps the power supply should be checked."

"I said, we still have to look at the distribution box." The doctor leaned wearily against the threshold, "There must be a red envelope notice at the scene of the death of Sunshine Three Butterflies."

"No rush, it's useless to get that red envelope." The detective said, "We need a reliable perpetual calendar program."

The doctor was persuaded by him: "Okay, let's check around the front desk first... This time, the projector didn't output any video?" She asked belatedly.

"No electricity."

Without electricity there is no projection.

No matter how capable the people in the dark are, they can't generate electricity.

The doctor sighed and gave the college student an injection—while searching for supplies, she luckily found alcohol and some anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing drugs.

"Let's make do in the lobby tonight," she suggested.

"I have no objection." The butler spoke.

"Neither have I," said the detective.

They looked on the ground with flashlights, rummaging through the mess of wires.The butler dug out the toolbox from the cabinet, took a screwdriver to disassemble the wiring board, and also disassembled the power socket on the wall.

The detective thought for a while, then suddenly took out a knife and began to cut open the wire wrapping of the wire.

The doctor and the poet were astonished to see the two examine them in such detail.

After some fiddling, nothing came of it.

The poet's face was ashen: "Impossible... This is impossible... My program can't make mistakes, absolutely can't make mistakes-it's you! You suggested checking! It's you who hid the red envelope!"

He glared at the butler.

The butler was caught off guard by his question: "Me?"

Both the detective and the poet looked over in surprise.

"I remember you said that he was an insider just now?" The detective looked at the butler, "I thought it was a frightened nonsense."

"Didn't you notice that he keeps rhythm at critical moments?" the poet asked, "He is lame. Who would find a man who can't even walk as a housekeeper!"

"You're making a bit of a personal attack." The detective said disapprovingly.

"No—I, I have evidence!" exclaimed the poet, "Before I came to the island, I had evidence!"

This revelation was unexpected.

The detective was taken aback for a moment: "Before you came to the island?"

"Yes, you guys remember the interview in the VIP room at the airport?"

Yes, they all remember.

At that time, whoever arrives first will sit in the interview.

The poet is inconvenient, just as he dared not let the detective recite his reasons in the evening.

It was the doctor who found a pair of pants and helped him solve the problem.

Before entering the VIP room, the poet goes to the disabled toilet.

From a distance, he saw two people walking very close to each other and walking into the bathroom.

One carried a cane and walked with a limp; the other had gray hair and wore a three-piece tuxedo.

The poet manipulated the wheelchair to wait, and heard a slight noise inside, but the door of the bathroom did not open for a long time.

There is more than one bathroom in the airport.He was afraid that time was too late, so he went to another place.

The butler later appeared on the plane, carrying a cane, walking with a limp, but wearing a tuxedo.

The author has something to say: recite and silently write the full text: "Ode to the Twenty-Four Qi Poems: In the First Moon of Rain" Yuan Zhen: "The rain washes away the spring, and the dragons are seen in the plains. Sacrificial fish fill Puyu, return geese to cross the mountain peaks. The clouds are light It's still heavy, but the scenery is light and thick. When spring enters February, the flowers and colors are full of shadows."

感谢在2021-03-0517:00:00~2021-03-1116:25:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Xueluo Qianzai has a total of 1 white heads;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: I fell asleep immediately, and the snow fell for a thousand years, and there were 2 white heads in total;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: immediately fall asleep 4;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!