hearse drift

A group of people walked to the hall, and they could smell the aroma of food from a distance.

The butler was dedicated to his work, and even if something like losing a painting happened, he still didn't forget to prepare breakfast.

When walking into the hall, everyone was a little nervous.

In the past, they sat casually, and everyone still remembered that they were guests. Out of politeness, they would leave the main seat facing south at the table empty.

There is nothing special about today's meal, the only difference from the past is that there are people sitting at the main seat.

It was a man in a water-blue gown. To everyone's surprise, he looked very young, only in his early 20s.

His facial features are very delicate, and his complexion is as pale as a piece of white paper.

Although he looked very young, his eyes were a bit old, as if they were like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

The housekeeper stood behind him, and when everyone came in, he was leaning over and whispering something to Mr. Gui.

When the last person stepped into the house with both feet, Mr. Gui raised his hand, two servants walked over, and the door closed behind everyone.

"Sorry, I don't like staying in places with too much light." Mr. Gui said the first sentence. What didn't match his youthful appearance was that his voice was low and hoarse, like It sounds like it has been rubbed hard on sandpaper, which is a bit unpleasant and harsh.

No wonder he decided to retire. It was really difficult for him to sing with such a voice.

As soon as the door was closed, the light in the room dimmed a lot.

A bell rang, and a servant girl came over with two candlesticks, lit the wicks with a torch, the candles flickered, and long shadows of the crowd were cast on the wall.For a moment, it was hard to tell whether it was morning or night.

Fang Li counted carefully, and found twelve shadows beside the dining table, including Mr. Gui and the housekeeper.

Twelve ways...not right.

His heart suddenly trembled. When he entered the dungeon, the total number of them was 12.

Besides a few of them, there were eight other people who came from other compartments.

Among the eight people, three died one after another, that is to say, there are still nine of them left.

But there are clearly ten guests sitting here... who is the extra one?

He looked around calmly, Xiao Ke impressed him deeply on the first day, and Xiang Luping also impressed him deeply because he stole Yu Jiaxi's doll.

The rest is the bald brother and the other two teammates who stole the painting yesterday.

When his eyes swept across the bald head, the bald head looked at him, with a very rich and vivid expression of winking.

...Zhu Yicheng couldn't make so many expressions.

If it wasn't for the bald head, then only the two who stole the painting would be suspected.

Fang Li didn't know those two people very well, and they had shrunk their heads and hid behind the crowd since they entered the house, as if they were somewhat afraid of Mr. Gui.

Fear is a normal phenomenon. After all, no normal person would close the door early in the morning and have breakfast with candles.

Zhu Yicheng noticed his actions, gently tugged at the hem of his clothes with his hands behind his back, and asked with his mouth: "What are you looking at?"

Fang Li didn't speak. Taking advantage of no one looking here, he took Zhu Yicheng's hand, wrote a ten on the palm of his hand with his fingers, and then put a cross on top of the ten.

Zhu Yicheng looked at Han, not stupid, and after a few seconds of reaction, he suddenly understood what he meant.

"I..." He almost jumped up on the spot, but managed to hold back the swear words that he almost blurted out.

Fang Li covered his forehead with his hands, with a helpless expression.

There were indeed ten guests standing by the dining table, and Zhu Yicheng looked around, expressing that he was a little flustered.

Fang Li signaled him with his eyes that he could talk about this matter with Zhao Xiaotong, but the two of them hadn't moved yet, and Mr. Gui's hoarse voice sounded again: "Everyone, please sit down."

Everyone sat down at the dining table one by one, you looked at me and I looked at him, all a little embarrassed.

Mr. Gui said some more words, basically saying that he has been unwell for the past few days, and that the guests are not welcome when they visit.I don't know whether it was intentional or not, he kept silent about the screen, as if he didn't know that the painting was stolen.

After picking up the chopsticks to eat, he stopped talking.

There was no eating or sleeping, and the only sound on the dining table was the collision of chopsticks and dishes.

Because there was one more person in the team, Fang Li was a little absent-minded, the light in the room was dim, and he drowsy after eating breakfast.

After coming out of the hall, the bald head stopped them from behind.

"Well, do you see anything?" The bald head smacked his lips and said, "Anyway, I don't think Mr. Gui is a normal person."

Fang Li might even chat with him about his discoveries before doing it again.

But right now, he seemed to be suffering from paranoia, and he didn't immediately answer the bald head's question, but weighed the credibility of this person in his heart.

Zhu Yicheng looked at Fang Li, then at the bald head, with the same hesitant expression.

Only Zhao Xiaotong didn't suspect him, and started talking with the bald head: "It doesn't look like a ghost, does it? There is his shadow on the wall, don't ghosts have no shadow?"

The bald head was thoughtful: "That's true."

He sighed and said, "Are you free later, why don't you go to town together?"

This is to pull a partner.

Zhao Xiaotong thought for a while, and was about to agree when Fang Li suddenly coughed.

"I'm not feeling well. I want to go back and take some medicine to rest." He coughed violently, as if he was about to cough up his internal organs. Zhu Yicheng stood aside, winking at Zhao Xiaotong and the others while cooperating to give him comfort, I really want to give him a certificate for his slightly exaggerated acting skills.

In fact, his cough wasn't all faked. He didn't recover from a cold at first, and the coughing turned into a real cough, the kind that made his throat itchy when he gasped.

Zhu Yicheng didn't know, he was still secretly applauding Fang Li's gradually consummate acting skills.

Yu Jiaxi was more sensitive, and finally saw what Zhu Yicheng meant from his convulsed eyelids.

She gave Zhao Xiaotong a hand, and said: "Then let's stay with you, we don't worry about you being alone."

The bald head didn't know if he saw the eye contact between them, and rubbed his fingers with some regret when he heard this, "Then in the afternoon, I will come to you again in the afternoon."

He seemed to have made up his mind to form a team with Fang Li and the others, but the more enthusiastic he was right now, the more Fang Li couldn't trust him.

Since they couldn't act together, the bald head said that he would go out first, and they separated halfway.

Zhao Xiaotong kept holding back and didn't speak. She was almost suffocated. As soon as she walked away with her bald head, she immediately asked, "What did you find?"

"The number is wrong," Fang Li coughed in a low voice, "Three people have already died, so there should be nine left."

"Nine..." Zhao Xiaotong's face was blank for a moment, and then she came back to confirm, "One more?"

"Well," Fang Li finally stopped the desire to cough, and he said, "I don't remember which one is more, do you have any impression?"

The three shook their heads at the same time.

Fang Li thought that it was so, and at the same time secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

To be honest, after Gu Feng pointed out that his memory has deteriorated last time, he has been very concerned about his memory.

After discovering that there was an extra person in the team, his back was sweating. Not only was there an extra person, but what frightened him even more was that he had no memory of who the extra person was.

He almost thought that he really had amnesia early, and he didn't feel relieved until Zhu Yicheng and the others said they had no impression.

After relaxing, he thought of a very popular supernatural game in the real world - Four Corners Game.

The so-called four-corner game is to let four people stand in the same room, one person stands in each of the four corners of the room, and is required to face the corner.

The person in one corner walks to the other corner and claps the shoulder of the person standing in that corner.

When he reached a corner where no one was around, he coughed as a signal.

After playing this game, the coughing sound will disappear, which means that there will be "people" standing at the four corners.

Throughout the game, no one knew who the extra "person" was.

Their current situation is similar to this game. When entering the dungeon, twelve people are divided into eight rooms, and they are in pairs.

Right now, two rooms are vacant, and two are single rooms.

The entire layout was disrupted, and they had no way of knowing which room the extra person belonged to.

Yu Jiaxi suggested: "We can use the exclusion method to exclude candidates."

Fang Li shook his head: "I tried it, and everyone behaved normally."

If the remaining two are really ghosts, why would they need to steal the painting?

"That's the only way to go," Zhu Yicheng scratched his hair, "It's the safest way to trust no one except us."

This is indeed safer, but in this way, it will return to the original mode of doing things independently and not communicating with each other.

"Special cases are treated specially," Zhu Yicheng said, "I think we should go back to the yard now. I think the housekeeper is still sending people to look for paintings. Are we..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and at the end he simply mouthed: "Hide the painting somewhere else?"

Fang Li nodded. After all, he was a bit guilty of being a "thief". He always felt that if those paintings were found by the housekeeper, something bad would happen.

After they made an agreement, they went back to the yard together.

The yard was very quiet, everyone went out to find clues, only they sneaked back.

Fang Li pushed open the door of the next room, and went straight to where the bed was in the room.

He lifted the quilt, and under the quilt, where the painting should have been hidden, was now empty.