Five years simulation three years first

The two-day final exam came as scheduled, and then drifted away, leaving behind many students who only hated that they didn't read a few more pages before the exam and cried in pain.

The WeChat group of "Second Class of Cultivation of Immortals" has not been quiet since the exam, and has been "Didi Didi" sending out messages.

[Lu Xiaonan doesn’t change his name if he doesn’t learn mathematics well]: It’s cold, my friends

[Li Guohao]: Why did the heroine say that?

[Big Fortune]: Before school, she and Feng Xueba got the answer right...

[Tai Mei is not too beautiful]: A true warrior who dares to face the bleak life and dripping blood

[Ge Jiayi]: I will always hate the five-school joint exam

【Jane Masto】: It’s okay, everyone finds it difficult

[Jiang Lan]: Appeared, the second grader

[Peking University Jade Bird Waiting For Me]: Just listen to the words of the second grader, after all, he is comforting you, not really feeling difficult

Feng Zhou was happily watching the screen in the group, when he saw a message box pop up on the top of the screen:

【Jenny Masterdo】: Can't you go out to play tomorrow?

[Zeno's Tortoise]: With you?

【Jane Mashido】: No, Lu Xiaonan called a few people together,

【Jane Mashido】: You have finished the final exam, so don't use the excuse of "need to study" to refuse, right?

【Jane Masto】: Everyone really misses you

Feng Zhou's first reaction was indeed to refuse, because he had never gone out with his classmates before.

He doesn't want to jump out of his comfort zone to cater to others.

But Yu Shaochun's last sentence made him stop when he was about to say "no".

Would anyone actually want to hang out with him?

Feng Zhou rolled on the bed with his mobile phone, typed slowly and replied: "Okay."

After the eighth middle school exam, it is almost equivalent to the beginning of the holiday, but there is no homework left.This group of people decided to take advantage of the two days when there was no homework and no grades issued, to have fun. After all, they might have to be locked up at home and study on their own.

When Feng Zhou arrived at the place, he found that other people had already arrived, and they were very active.Yu Shaochun released his instincts, wearing that signature bright orange windbreaker, and greeted him from a distance, for fear that he would not find the organization: "Feng Xueba—here—"

Pedestrians around looked sideways, and Feng Zhou felt that he was the focus of the moment, which was a bit embarrassing.

He didn't really want to admit that he knew that stupid guy dressed like a peacock.

Hua Peacock himself seems to enjoy this kind of treatment: "Feng Xueba didn't get lost this time?"

Feng Zhou remembered some bad memories of last summer, and half of his face turned dark.

"Don't force me to slap you on this happy day."

Yu Shaochun felt the real murderous intent, and quickly changed the subject: "What is our process?"

"I made an appointment for a play club." Lu Xiaonan couldn't think of any other place to go to play, "There is also a KTV, which is in the shopping mall next to the school, very close."

"What is script killing?" Feng Zhou asked.

"Just give you a script, there will be a murderer, a detective, and so on," Tang Qian explained to him, "You may get the murderer's book or the suspect's book, and just act according to the script prompts."

Feng Zhou nodded, feeling that he understood.

But when the "script" was sent to him, he realized that he knew how to kill scripts.

The little brother in charge turned off the lights, leaving only one candle lit in front of everyone.He read slowly in a low voice: "This is the last spring of Nicholas Castle. When the next spring comes, everyone can only see blood dripping everywhere..."

A woman's shrill scream was just right outside the door, which made the whole room tremble.

Tai Mei asked the host brother: "Is this arranged by you?"

The little brother nodded deeply: "Everything that happened here seems to be traceable, but it cannot be explained by reason. No one thought that the same murder would happen in this dead castle for many years. Let us Following in the footsteps of Detective Poirot, let's explore the secrets of this castle again..."

It turns out that script killing also has an atmosphere group.

Feng Zhou looked down at the script with red letters on a black background under the dim candlelight, feeling that he might be blind at an early age.He turned over the last page of the notebook and found a line of white words: "You are the murderer in this case."

He scratched his eyebrows, feeling a little headache.

As an inexperienced murderer, Feng Zhou was under a lot of pressure.

"Miss Rachel, please tell me the timeline first."

When she first started to choose roles, Tai Mei took the lead in snatching the only script with a female head on it.

He squeezed his voice and said, "My name is Laverne Rachel, granddaughter of the deceased. I have curly blond hair and a pretty face, but I've gotten me into a lot of trouble. Oh, damn it." , who should I choose? As a beautiful woman, it is really nerve-wracking."

Li Guohao couldn't bear it anymore: "Don't add drama to yourself in strange places."

Tai Mei glanced at him coquettishly, and continued to read her script in that tone of voice, which made Li Guohao's goosebumps drop all over the floor.

How does Miss Rachel act as a demon? Feng Zhou didn't listen to a few words. He was reading his own notebook, trying to find a way to hide his identity.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

"Mr. Caesar, please introduce the timeline."

After the little brother said this sentence, no one answered, so he repeated it again.

Still no answer.

"Who is Caesar?"

"Oh, it's me," Feng Zhou pulled out of his thoughts, and turned the script back to the first page, "My name is Caesar, and I'm the ex-husband of the deceased's daughter. I..."

Li Guohao said quietly: "Why is Feng Xueba so nervous?"

"I guess it's the first time I'm not very good at playing, my God, finally there are things that Feng Xueba is not good at."

Tang Qian laughed like a chicken thief: "Take him to play with the rhythm in a while, and I like this kind of pure and ignorant cuteness."

"Tell me, David, are you coveting my body!" As soon as Feng Zhou finished speaking, Tai Mei pointed at Tang Qian and complained, "I knew that you, a beast with a human face, had absolutely bad intentions, and I have pity on my grandpa. woo woo woo—”

Tang Qian jumped at the case: "Rachel, let me warn you not to go too far. Do you think that everyone in the world thinks highly of you? Don't you?"

"I don't care, I don't care, I don't care," Tai Mei covered her face and sobbed, "You're plotting something wrong, that's why grandpa saw through your plot, so you killed him!"

Li Guohao's eyes widened: "Okay, so it's you! David, you ungrateful man, don't you remember who opened the laboratory for you?"

Lu Xiaonan said loudly: "Stop arguing, the person is already dead! The most urgent thing is to find the murderer, otherwise we will all die!"

The host brother had no chance to read his lines at all.

It may be the first time he has met such a group of guests who can act, so he can't even speak if he wants to intervene.

"The deceased has been in his studio, right?" Tang Qian asked.

"Yes, I have been working from the time I finished dinner until I was killed, and never left," Tai Mei said, "I declare that whichever warrior here can solve the mystery of my grandfather's murder, I will marry him You must not fight!"

"Who would want to marry you!" The rest said in unison.

Lu Xiaonan felt that if these guys continued to act, he might not be able to complete a book next year, so he decided to take the lead: "Just now, who said that when they entered the room, they saw the dead man with a knife in his chest?"

Feng Zhou and Tai Mei raised their hands.

"When someone went in later, the knife was in his hand, right?"

Li Guohao nodded.

"Then that's the problem," Lu Xiaonan said. "Someone went into the house later and pulled out the knife from the chest of the deceased, causing the deceased to lose blood and die. So everyone who entered between 09:30 and [-] o'clock Suspected."

She looked at Feng Zhou sharply: "Caesar, where were you at 09:30?"

Feng Zhou quickly looked down at the script: "I'm in the room."

"No, you're under the window outside the deceased's house," Lu Xiaonan lied to him, "There are clues about you that mentioned the soiled soles of shoes."

Yu Shaochun suddenly said: "It was nine forty, and I met him under the window of the deceased at nine forty."

"What are you doing under the dead man's window?"

"Of course," Yu Shaochun smiled, "connect with the relationship."

Feng Zhou gave him a suspicious look.

His script didn't mention that someone would help him cover, and even emphasized that "someone may hide the meeting clues under the window". Why did Yu Shaochun speak for him so naturally?

Lu Xiaonan sneered and said, "Some people don't come to muddy water, I warn you."

"How can you talk about muddy waters?" Yu Shaochun spread his hands innocently, "I'm stating the facts. As we all know, no one can lie except the murderer."

It turns out that no one can lie except the murderer.

Feng Zhou suddenly realized, and got a new rule of the game.

Lu Xiaonan nodded: "OK, I've finished the analysis, the rest is up to you."

She was a little speechless, she sat down and whispered to Yu Shaochun, "Mr. Yu, don't you see it? Feng Xueba is the murderer!"

"I know," Yu Shaochun said, "It seems that there is something wrong with him being so nervous."

"Then why are you still speaking for him?"

"As far as his level is concerned, not only you can see that there is a problem, but the rest of you must also see it. It is only a matter of time before he is cast, besides..."

He turned his attention to Feng Zhou who was stuttering and pleading with others that he didn't kill anyone, with a smile on his face: "He's too stupid, don't bully him."

Depend on.

Lu Xiaonan saw the gentle smile on this fairy's face.

It's really speechless.

Just pet him.

Lu Xiaonan moved the chair to the side, feeling that he was so fucking redundant.

The author has something to say: two knowledge points per day

(Chemistry) The oxide that reacts with water and only produces acid is an acidic oxide [I don’t remember this very clearly, so I will check it out]

(Language) Two Bibliographies of Historiography in Chinese History: "Historical Records" and "Zi Zhi Tong Jian"