sunk in yesterday

"It seems that there are two guests missing today. Are you feeling unwell?"

After the deacon asked, the seven people sitting at the table didn't want to answer him.

And he seemed to be just asking casually, caring for the Patriarch, "If you need to see a doctor, you can look for him in the study on the fourth floor after the Patriarch returns tonight."

These words seemed to mean that the fourth floor was open to the participants, which cheered up everyone on the scene, but the atmosphere quickly became tense again.

Thinking of the movement upstairs after twelve o'clock last night, Mrs. Bai asked, "Did the master come back last night?"

The deacon shook his head apologetically: "Master didn't come back last night because the journey was a bit far away, but he will come back tonight. He and Miss Shelley can't be separated for too long—the lady is weak, and only the master can heal her. Of course , this is definitely not the reason why Miss Shelley is willing to marry the master, she and my master are in love."

In other words, the movement on the fourth floor last night was not caused by the head of the house, so could it be this lady named Shelley?

Xia Zhuo thought about it carefully, but still felt that the strange sound was not like someone walking, but more like the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground one after another.

After the meal, Guan Yuzhou and Xia Zhuo went to find the studio for the guests together as agreed last night.

According to the deacon, there is such a room dedicated to making ceramics on the second and third floors, but they didn't stop when they passed the second floor, and went straight to the third floor.

This place was not difficult to find. They successfully found a double door with a metal plate of "Handwork Room" at the end of the corridor. There was no padlock on it, and there was no trace of someone else's first step.

Guan Yuzhou pushed the door in, and Xia Zhuo followed closely behind and closed the door again, telling out all the confusion he felt during the meal: "What the deacon said at the end is so strange, normal people don't think about a pair of horses. Whether married people really love each other, emphasizing it like this seems to have been questioned too much all the time, and he said it seems to have become a habit... It seems that the future mistress named Shelley must have suffered from some serious illness, so The Patriarch here has been treating her all this time? Did he agree with her in the end?"

Guan Yuzhou just responded, "Well, it's possible."

The windows of the room in front of me were closed, and the ventilation was not opened.However, considering the poor air quality outside the window, it is reasonable not to open the window, but the curtains have been drawn, so judging from the blurred scenery in the distance, the surrounding environment does not appear depressing.

Xia Zhuo began to babble again: "You are so perfunctory. Last night, I hugged him enthusiastically and didn't let go. Today, I just jumped out with a few words."

Guan Yuzhou was a little speechless, but Xia Zhuo was a good showman for a second, and added with a smirk: "But I like your appearance of wanting to welcome and rejecting~"

The tone sounds as rippling as it needs to be.

Guan Yuzhou laughed: "Thanks to Mr. Xia's love."

"You're welcome~"

A long table is placed flat in the center of the room, surrounded by low stools of different heights, as if prepared for guests of various heights and age groups.

The table was not clean, there were not only some traces of mud, but also two or three unfinished blanks standing quietly in the center of the turntable, which seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

The ground has been dragged recently, and the water in the bucket is so dirty that it turns yellow, and there is still a layer of milky white bubbles of different sizes floating on the water surface, which makes people lose their appetite just by looking at it.Xia Zhuo stared at the reflection of his facial features that he could not see clearly in the bucket, but his expression became more and more weird. After a few seconds, he waved at Guan Yuzhou without raising his head, "Hey, come and have a look, there seems to be something in the bucket! "

Guan Yuzhou just took down a souvenir book from the wall when he heard that he walked over holding the thin spine of the book.The bucket was not deep, but a lot of mud had accumulated at the bottom of the bucket, covering up the things that sank at the bottom.He picked up his handle and poured out the water, then turned on the faucet above the sink to wash away the things inlaid in the mud.

In fact, when the object was poured out, Xia Zhuo already had guesses in his heart, but he still felt sick when he saw it clearly—it was a standard male thumb, the nails were filled with mud, and the joints were slightly bent There was an emerald gold-rimmed ring stuck on the phalanx, which should be a valuable luxury item.

The water was rushing to wash the white porcelain, curling up the fingers and shaking them constantly, making the slight sound of gemstones colliding with the porcelain surface from time to time.Its cross-section is not flat, it is uneven, as if it has been cut from the body many times with a not-so-sharp knife, and there are still traces of whitish minced meat hanging from the bottom, struggling in the whirlpool. out of the body.

Xia Zhuo looked at the paws and began to count: "This is not the finger of the participant. Among the nine of us, you, me, the man in casual clothes and the two male students are male, but before that, they were all good. , plus this ring, this should be... a prop in the dream?"

He originally wanted to say that it was the fingers of the aborigines, but he really couldn't call the creatures with the same characteristics as them in this strange place as "human beings", so he changed the term halfway.

But in reality, if the prop masters in horror crime movies can make the props so subtle and lifelike, then there is no need to be shouted out by a group of moviegoers at the box office.

Guan Yuzhou spread out the commemorative book on the table, covering up a small part of the soil traces, "First look for any clues related to identity here."

It's not so much a commemorative book, it's more like an A4 photo album.The booklet is not thick, there are only about ten sheets of paper, and the photos pasted on it are weird at first glance, and the traces of splicing are obvious, and Xia Zhuo can clearly see his own face in it.

The body is that of an aboriginal, but above the neck was cut off and replaced with the appearance of the participants in this dream.The glue in the glued place has not completely dried up, and the head on the top can be moved from the photo by rubbing hard, and it is inevitable to panic when holding the whole in your hand.

"I found it." Guan Yuzhou didn't have much emotional ups and downs, as if he had encountered such a thing before.He pointed to a man in the group photo on the last page, and said, "He's the richest man."

The person he was referring to was the casual clothes of the participants. The hand holding the vase was wearing an emerald ring. It was a bit weird to have a thin face with a bloated body that obviously did not belong to him.The Patriarch Boyer next to him was facing the camera, and there were still a few shallow muddy palm prints on the white apron he was wearing. The two stood side by side, but their faces were expressionless, and there was a distance of half a person's width between them. It doesn't look like a close relationship.

Usually the ring worn on the thumb represents power, and is often used by nobles to show their status, and these rings are generally passed down from generation to generation, precious and irreplaceable.

"Looking at it this way, this patriarch is really handsome." Xia Zhuo said with emotion: "Is there no harm without comparison?"

Guan Yuzhou smiled: "I saw the photo of him and you, they are all pretty good."

Xia Zhuo immediately retorted: "Don't, I haven't taken a photo with him, the person inside is not me." After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Speaking seriously, the thumb was cut off, so the original plot Was the richest man in the game also killed? So will the participants who choose this identity also die? "

"Maybe."

"Look at the vase in his hand, is it the same as the one in the bathroom of the room! The one in our bathroom was made by the original guests and the owner? No wonder it looks a little rough, not as good as the one he put outside Exquisite!"

"Well, it looks like it is."

Xia Zhuo was overwhelmed by his not-so-positive attitude, so he simply slumped on the table and froze for a second: "Look at how stupid I am, and I'm still thinking about it carefully and conscientiously, and then look at you What? You're only here, um, oh, you're making me lose my interest."

Guan Yuzhou took advantage of the opportunity and sat down next to him, and the movements of turning his hands continued: "Because your conjectures are similar to what I think so far, you have said everything I want to say, what else can I say except uh oh ?”

Upon hearing his words, Xia Zhuo laughed again: "You can still praise me! For example, 'You are right', 'You are right', 'I am Guan Yuzhou willing to bow down' and so on!"

"..." Guan Yuzhou: "I will try to remember next time."

Now it is confirmed that the identity of the business card chosen at that time must be strange, but as for which identities will cause accidents, the only way is to infer from the clues given by the dream.But as for whether the deduction result can avoid disaster, it can only take one step at a time.

When the booklet was turned over the photo of Luan Yingxue and the head of the family, Guan Yuzhou tapped on the table and said decisively: "Models also have different identities."

In the rest of the photos, the owner just appeared in the same frame with others, and did not show much intimacy.In Luan Yingxue's photo, the man with natural curly hair is putting his hands on her waist. While he is showing a happy expression, it is not difficult to see the stiffness of the young woman's face, which can be said to be a forced smile.

At the bottom of the page, the pen writing is straight and clear: Mr. Boyle Kirk and Miss Model.

Xia Zhuo took a closer look: "It can be seen at a glance that these two people have an unclear relationship."

"Well. Looking through it like this, we can only see that the owner rejects the richest man, but is close to this female model. There are no problems in other places for the time being."

Just as Guan Yuzhou finished his conclusion, the door of the workshop was suddenly pushed open.

The two people who were bowing their heads raised their heads at the same time, and met Mrs. Bai who was holding the doorknob.Xia Zhuo raised his arms naturally to say hello, but the lady in the red skirt at the door just glanced at him lightly, and led Xiao Qi who was smiling awkwardly behind her into the room.

Xia Zhuo's arms drooped secretly, and he looked at Guan Yuzhou strangely, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Mrs. Bai looked as if she didn't know the two of them at all... More precisely, that look seemed to be looking at a nail, as if Xia Zhuo and Guan Yuzhou's status in her heart had suddenly changed from friends in the same industry to conflicts of interest opponent.

The stool rubbed against the marble floor and made a creaking sound. The slightly ear-piercing sound made Xiaoqi's shoulders tremble and he cast his gaze, but Mrs. Bai, who was standing in front of the shelf and observing the room, gave a stingy look and didn't look at her at all. Guan Yuzhou got up from his position.

Guan Yuzhou put the photo album in his hand into the props warehouse, and said softly to Xia Zhuo, "Let's go."

Xia Zhuo followed him in a daze, and when he walked to the door, he turned around and happened to see Mrs. Bai's side face with a frivolous smile in his eyes.This smile appeared quickly, and before he could blink, the door of the room was closed again.

Xia Zhuo held back from the morning until now, and finally couldn't help but ask Guan Yuzhou: "What's wrong with Mrs. Bai? Did you two quarrel?"