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"What's wrong?" Seeing him standing still, Zhu Yicheng stretched his neck, walked over from behind, and then saw the empty bed.

"Could it be that those people found it?" His first reaction was that the servants found the painting.

Fang Li also thought so, but he quickly denied this conjecture.

"No, if I find it, I won't say it when I just had breakfast." He paused, and then said, "In fact, I'm more inclined that one of us took the painting."

Zhu Yicheng frowned: "But who would know to look for it here? Everyone fell asleep when we were hiding the paintings..."

As he was talking, he suddenly remembered a person.

A person who likes to wake up at night.

Fang Li and Zhu Yicheng looked at each other, and they said at the same time: "Mao Lulang/bald!"

Mao Lulang is the name of the bald head. When he first came here to assign a room, he mentioned that he would often get up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. If he were a roommate with him, he would at least sleep soundly.

The letter written by the scholar to Gui Wen was also accidentally discovered by him when he got up to pee at night.

"But if it's not him, are we blaming a good person?" Zhu Yicheng scratched his hair, "I think he's quite enthusiastic."

It can even be said to be so enthusiastic that it makes people overwhelmed.

Most people, after entering the dungeon, will become more or less self-interested. If it is not for the train regulations that cannot kill teammates, it is estimated that many people will attack teammates without any scruples.

But even with this rule, there are quite a few people who turn around and cheat their teammates. For details, see Tang Chong who Fang Li met in the seventh carriage.

Sometimes, teammates looked indifferent, but turned into a silent understanding.

But the human heart is always fleshy. In such a dangerous environment, it is difficult to feel bad when you meet someone who takes the initiative to show kindness to you.

Zhao Xiaotong answered from the side: "Why do you think so much, go to his room and see if you know."

Each of those paintings has a length of nearly 1.5 meters, and it is almost impossible to carry them with you.

Three others agreed.

Fang Li vaguely remembered that the bald head seemed to live in a room by himself, but now he and Mu Junbo are roommates.

After Mu Junbo's girlfriend had an accident, his mood was particularly unstable. A man who was about 1.8 meters tall was so frightened that everyone looked terrified.

Everyone had a small meeting that day, and Fang Li wanted to talk to him, but he shouted "Let me go", and stumbled out of the hall.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and Fang Li walked in, looking around the room.

In the room, drinking glasses, clothes, and backpacks are neatly placed on the table. It seems that the bald head went out without a bag.

The few people looked at each other, and then silently began to search for things. Fang Li searched every corner of the bed, but found nothing except a mobile phone.

He was just looking for something, and had no intention of peeking at other people's privacy, so he put the phone back.

"Come and see! There's something on it!" Zhu Yicheng pointed to the beam above his head and shouted, "Is it a painting?"

Fang Li looked in the direction of his finger, and saw the suspected Bubo's horn protruding from the side of the beam.

He dragged a chair over, stepped on it, and tiptoed to reach the piece of cloth.

As soon as his fingers touched something, the touch from his fingertips made him understand that their guess was right.

Fang Li took down the paintings hidden on the beams, and there were quite a few of the four pictures of beauties, all of which were in his hands.

"Fuck." Zhu Yicheng couldn't help but swear after seeing those paintings, "This dog."

Of course he was bald.

People like them who are on the edge of danger hate the betrayal of their teammates the most.

Zhao Xiaotong was also very angry. She said, "Should we take the painting away directly, or wait for him to come back and tear up with him?"

Yu Jiaxi shook her head on the sidelines: "It's better not to tear your face." Now she wondered if her doll was also taken away by the bald head.Dolls are different from paintings. It is not a problem to carry them with you, and you don’t even need to hide them.

If so, there is a good chance that the bald head will use that doll against them...

Fang Li originally wanted to put the painting away, but he suddenly thought of the letter that caused trouble, so he paused and put the painting back intact.

Zhu Yicheng: "What's wrong?"

Fang Li was silent for a while, then said: "Since he brought all the money, why don't we just store it with him temporarily..."

He got off the chair with a natural and harmless tone: "I think this painting is quite unlucky, it's better to put it here than we take it away."

If something happens...it has nothing to do with them, after all, they didn't give the painting to the bald head, but the bald head stole it himself.

To put it bluntly, if something goes wrong, they can still learn how great the painting is.

It's killing two birds with one stone.

After Zhao Xiaotong figured it out, he clapped his hands cheerfully and said, "Okay, then I won't take it, and he will bear the guilt. Let him lift a rock and drop it on his own foot."

After talking, they folded the pillows and quilts on the bed back to their original form, and arranged the tables and chairs, pretending that no one had come in.

Zhao Xiaotong turned around and saw Zhu Yicheng still standing there in a daze.

She shouted: "Zhu Yicheng, what are you doing?"

Zhu Yicheng came back to his senses after hearing the words, and walked over slowly to help.

He straightened the table and chairs, and his eyes fell on Fang Li from time to time.

Here it is again, that feeling again.

He secretly complained in his heart, when Fang Li said his plan in a flat tone just now, Zhu Yicheng felt strange.

It's not that Fang Li did anything wrong. In fact, there are many people in the dungeon who have done better than him. In order to test the conditions that trigger death, those people often trick other people into doing experiments.

Fang Li just pushed the boat with the current and left the painting here with the bald head.

It's not that it's not good for him to do so, it's just that Zhu Yicheng is not used to it all at once.

It was as if watching a little white rabbit turn into a cunning and wise fox, and Fang Li also learned a lot.

However, this fox was still wearing a rabbit's fur, and he said deceitful words on his mouth, but his expression was upright, and his sharp claws were well hidden.

From a certain point of view, he felt that the current Fang Li was even better than Xie Baiyuan.

At noon, Fang Li drank the medicine and was pushed into bed and fell asleep.

Zhu Yicheng and the others were also very shrewd. When Fang Li was asleep, when Fang Li was asleep, he came to look for them with his bald head, but they all blocked him on the grounds that Fang Li was sick.

At the beginning, the bald head didn't understand it, but gradually he became more or less aware of it.He wasn't annoyed, he just muttered that he was going to watch the stage alone.

When Fang Li woke up, it was almost dusk, and after hearing Zhu Yicheng and the others tell him that he had come here with a bald head, he rubbed his brows and asked, "What platform?"

Zhu Yicheng said: "It seems to be the stage set up by Mr. Gui's singing."

When Mr. Gui was listed to sing operas, the Gui Tower was the place to listen to the opera. As long as there were tickets, the audience could enter the Gui Tower to listen to the opera.

A few years ago, Mr. Gui was very popular. Tickets were priced but not available.

Even if there are only a few of them in the audience this time, the stage still needs to be set up.

In three more days, Mr. Gui will be on stage to sing.That day was also the anniversary of Gui Wen's death, so she had to hurry up to make a dungeon.