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Shangci Rui sighed, "I still wait for the handle to vote," He took the phone out, showing the countdown to vote on the screen, "there is still 13 minutes."

"Who is we vote? Is it still before?"

Shangci Rui drums drums, brows wrinkled together, like a child who did not grab candy, " , you will not be convinced so soon, do you really feel that the self is Killer? Anyway I don't think that the various performances of self-portiting look like a counter-party role, let alone he is a learning tyrant, thinking of clearing the problem is not normal? We must do now is the most likely as soon as possible The person dotted out. "

hesitated for a while, asked uncensive, "then let's go to lobby yourself with us?"

Shangcisi Rui shakes his head, "Self-ramping, he has always been in the way, not necessarily listening to him, he has said to us before, if we are in the three votes ..." Suddenly, what kind of sound he heard, so he opened the door of the wardrobe soft and foot, and the voice of Yan Xiao passed from another room.

"Well, I am in touch with you."

Xia Xiqing's voice also appeared.

"I believe me, he must have a problem."

I heard the footsteps of the two people, Shangci Rui quickly returned, Xia Xi Qing and Yan Xiao came out of the wardrobe, see Shang Si Rui and Yan Wei standing on the bed, Xia Xiqing, " What use useful? "

Shangci Rui launched, "No ... I can't find it."

Xia Xi cleared the eyebrows, and rushed to the eye, "Then I will find self-portrait, do you want?"

Yan Xiaoyed looked at it, and Yan Wei also looked at her, and she made her eyes, and the face of Yan Xiao was hesitated. "I ... I will first here."

The expression on Shangcisi Rui face is clearly loose.

Looking at the three people didn't want to go away, Xia Xiqing was soothing, his face left the female painter's room, and brought them to the door for them.

If Xia Xi is not guess, Shangci Rui and Yan must try to convince

Shangci Rui is not stupid, it will find that his plan is falling, and it will definitely be defeated because of fear of things, and if you kill "Xia Xiqing.

And this is what you want in Xia Ji. He should force this killer to use his own right to actively kill, so no longer threaten the Zhou Zi.

Prerequisites are that he can really find evidence before death to Zhou Zi Rui's identity, otherwise, we will have a prejudice to his own, I am afraid it would believe in my own words.

There is no one in the living room, and Xia Xiqing doesn't know where Zhou, who is now, there is no time to know.

He took out his mobile phone to see a bit countdown, there is eight minutes.

Quickly stepped into the Xia Xiqing, who was in the original room, took the white shirt to the elbow. After entering the door, he went directly to the air wall of the camera, once again confirmed, the two nails were still there, and indeed there.

There must be painted here.

Xia Xiqing took every piece of clothes in the wardrobe and threw it on the ground, and the wardrobe became empty, and did nothing. Xia Xi Qing tried to consider the problem to consider the idea of ​​spending the business.

According to the paintings of other rooms, the pair of paintings here should be installed, unless he removes the box, no, it will be too much trouble and there is no tool. Shangci Rui has not taken out the medical record, then a big picture is more impossible.

Xia Xialu enlarged the entire room, must be hidden in a corner of this room.

Where, where is it?

The situation is really nervous, and Xia Xiqing feels sweating in his own hand.

He took a breath and tried to calm himself down. At the front of the wardrobe, he glanced at the entire room carefully. This room was not big, and it could be hidden.

carpet? Impossible, they stepped on it several times. Xia Xiqing opened the carpet, and there was no. Round table? No, he still bent over, there is no on the back.

Will not be such a significant place.

He went to the bedside of the bed, opened all the drawers, and did not paint in it, in fact, no painting.

Xia Xi Qing's sight is finally held in bed.

He suddenly thought that when they got the memo of the pen, I would like to take the bed to see the bed, and Shangci Rui is unwilling.

Thinking of his expression at the time, Xia Xiqing can almost certainly determine that there must be a problem, he immediately pulled down all the bedding of this prop site, throw it on the ground, only the bare bed.

No. still none.

impossible.

Xia Xiqing tried again to enter the angle of the Shang Rui, recalling the details of the original, his face, he said.

Memory becomes blurred, and Xia Xiqing is the only thing that Shangci Rui is reluctant to move the bed with Zhou Zixi.

This means that "moving the bed" is so easy to expose the painted painting.

He thought of almost no possibilities.

Xia Xi Qing took the bed alone and said that it was not moving, but immediately lifted the side behind the wall. This weight props is light and easy to be placed on the ground on the ground, and the bed is completely exposed to his eyes.

As he expected, a pair of oil painting is attached to the bottom of the bed.

The protagonist in this painting is a beautiful young man with a light brown long. It is tightly entangled by a female demon of a human face, and the female demon face looks up at the serious eyes of the teenager. The beast is tightly grasped his chest, and the eyes are full of temptation.

This painting Xia Xi is familiar with it, it is the "Oedipus and Sens" of Gustav Moro.

Oedipus is almost one of the most famous people in ancient Greek mythology.

He is kind and intelligent, full of human nature, but there is no life to escape the god of the father in his life.

"Oedipus ... ..." Xia Xi frowned, and sure, it was cheated at the beginning.

This picture is to indicate the biggest clue of Killer identity. The father of derailed, the relationship with nervous parents are unhappy to give him love.

It is only the low-tide state that is in depression when using the paper strips and fathers.

When mad disease, killing the father of betrayal family.

Such a plot is true to make Xia Xiqing feel uncomfortable, but the current tension is slightly diluted with physiological discomfort. He is half a sky, trying to pull the tape will draw it, but it is very sticky. He costs a lot of strength and only pulling a few tape.

"Xi Qing? Where are you?"

It is the voice of Shang Zi Rui.

Yumi is clear, and he judges the urgency of things in the fastest speed, and chooses to give up this painting.

This thing can't only know him, he must tell others. He was originally planned to get this painting, how to do not believe in him, with the most powerful evidence, he will believe what he said. But now it is too late, explain it directly to him.

His time is not much, Shangci Rui must wait.

Before he killed himself, put all the winnings on the Zhou self-portrait.

Xia Xiqing immediately went to the door of Shangci Rui and his original room, trying to touch the luck and see if he is not in, if you don't have trouble, Shangci Rui has been blocked in the living room.

Just push the door, Xia Xiqing found a darkness in it.

In an instant, he felt that strong breathing was not smooth, and even dizzy feelings.

He is a little hesitant, the footsteps are uncontrolled. The black room is like a black hole that is not at all, dangerous and unknown, the viscous black is infiltrated from the border of light, adsorbed in his foot, his Face, his calf dragged his whole person.

So sad……

Xia Xiqing stretched his hand and touched the lights at the door of the room. The wrist suddenly was caught by the other hand, and took a few steps and walked directly into the room. Xia Xi clever, even emotions lost to control, just when he couldn't help but wanted to open, the unreasonable person pushed him on the wall and covered his mouth.

"Hey. I found the clue, you can go out ..."

It is the sound of Zhou Zhuang.

Excessive stress reactions make Xia Xiqing even forgot to ask why Zhou Shuo knows that it is himself in the first time, clearly.

Outside the door, the voice of Si Rui is getting closer and closer.

His mouth was covered, could not speak, but the enthusiasm of Zhou Zhuang was big, and Xia Xiqing had to bite his palm.

Zhou Zhao hurts her hand: "What are you doing?"

"I can't go." Xia Jiqing rely on the cold wall, gasping, and the sound took some hoarse.

In the dark, he costly explored the hands of Zhou Zhou, the sound and worried, "Shangcisi Rui is killer, you believe me, this time I absolutely don't lie to you."

He said that he said that he was very hurried, and Zhou Zi's heartbeat suddenly a lot, violently hit in the chest, and he said why, probably felt that Xia Xiqing in the dark is too strange.

I didn't have to say more, explain it, the ceiling came to the familiar sound with a metal.

"Player Xia Xiqing, death. Player Xia Xiqing, death."

Duplicate death notices in the top of the head, spread in the dark.

Although everything in the field of vision is endless black, it can be sentimental, grabbing the panevering hand, the fingers gradually left the wrist accelerated pulse.

"From now on, player Xia Xi has lost the right to speak, please go to the living room."

The author has something to say: The next chapter is Zhou Zixi Carry ends the game.

Zhou Wei: I recognized my wife in a second and I was biting and angry.

Xia Xiqing: Don't you quite excited? Small heart plopping ~

Zhou Wei: that, that is an angry!