Absurd deduction game

Hua Subai turned around as if feeling something, but there was nothing behind him.

But he knew that those inhuman things were standing around, staring at him all the time with those weird eyes.

He turned around and didn't care.

No matter what those things were trying to do, he would always have a way to deal with them the moment they were revealed.

The ghost in red clothes on his trouser legs stiffly twisted his neck, and the broken bones made a clicking sound. If he moved slightly, there would be a blocking sound of collision.

A twisted arm tried to scrape up, and succeeded in staining the fabric at Huasubai's knees.

So Hua Subai turned his attention back to them and said lovingly: "Oh... don't be so anxious. You are much luckier than the guy whose face was torn off by Medusa. At least, someone knows about you." who is it."

"It's just a little bit unfortunate...because I won't tear your faces off until I'm happy."

After hearing this, the ghost in red pulled Hua Subai's leg painfully. What his movements conveyed was not resentment, but prayer.

The audience... all guessed wrong.

They still thought Hua Subai was too "kind".

It's not that Hua Subai couldn't kill Hong Yi at all costs, but Hua Su Bai wanted to torture Hong Yi unscrupulously without giving them relief.

They desperately pestered Hua Subai, just to beg him to tear off their already grown faces and let them completely dissipate.

Hua Subai finally laughed happily and said to himself: "It would be nice if you begged me from the beginning... I don't mind being a good person again."

"You were just scared and realized how painful it was to become a ghost when you knew you couldn't kill me, didn't you?"

"If you could kill me, you would just be excited to kill me and make your faces stronger."

"How is it possible...that you guys have taken advantage of everything, huh?"

Hua Subai muttered to himself here without stopping.

The system had notified him about the side mission "Old Events". He walked to the center of the private room and casually touched a pair of crossed chopsticks on the dining table that had a special aura.

Suddenly there was a real aroma of food in the air.

It seemed as if the fog was quietly lifted, and there were dishes with full color and aroma on the dining table. The duck skin was roasted to a crispy golden color, the potatoes were roasted to a rotten and soft texture, and the sauce of the sweet and sour pork ribs was served on a white porcelain plate, which brought a burst of excitement. Rich sweet.

Those ubiquitous blood seals and fierce auras also quietly retreated,

Hua Subai, who hadn't eaten a bite of food, didn't even look at it. His eyes fell on a translucent shadow that was slowly condensing next to the dining table.

The phantom seemed to have just withdrawn its fingers from the same pair of chopsticks, muttering: "Mingzhu's family was probably killed. Was it Fang Deming or Fang Xiao..."

Just as he was talking, Xuying turned around and met Hua Subai's gaze.

The other party's black hair is neither long nor short, and there is a pair of glasses hanging from a gold chain on the bridge of his nose. His coat hangs naturally, and a long painting tube hangs on one side of his waist.

You can't say they look familiar, after all, they just separated for a while.

"?"

"Why are you here."

The shadow narrowed his eyes.

Hua Subai was also stunned, and then he immediately put away the morbid madness on his face, restored the gentle temperament of the flower shop owner, and said slowly: "Maybe it's because we touched the same thing at the same time, is this fate?"

Translucent Yu Xing: "..."

Hua Subai was hit by this unexpected joy, and his whole mood obviously bloomed. He confirmed Yu Xing's status, and then said: "Axok, it seems that when we are in the same room, there is a chance that the old event will trigger Spaces coincide.”

"Is your space okay?"

Yu Xing was noncommittal. Although he didn't expect to suddenly encounter Hua Subai in the past mission, it was already the same space. It was not difficult to understand that they could overlap when certain conditions were met.

The chopsticks on the table were already the third object he touched. Apart from the first candle, the second responsive thing he touched was a suitcase placed in the corner of the room.

The suitcase looks normal, but there are stains of blood that have not been wiped off at the bottom. The condensed shadows are very chaotic. Only the shaking figures can be seen, and the voices of those who spoke in the candlelight can be heard. , but those voices were screaming in terror.

That's why he speculated that Mingzhu's family should have been killed after the other party expressed their dissatisfaction.

Without these family members who cared about Mingzhu, Mingzhu finally married into Fang Mansion. I don't know what she thought about the death of her family members. Did she marry voluntarily, or was she forced to marry because she had no one to support her?

He replied: "It's good. After the fog dissipated, I didn't encounter any danger. I started the branch line directly. The shadow in the room couldn't see me at all. It was more like a representation."

Yu Xing glanced down, revealing a look of understanding: "It seems that your place is not peaceful."

At this moment, Hua Subai suddenly felt the weight of his legs. All the thoughts in his mind about continuing to torture the ghost in red disappeared, leaving only one thought.

——These two things are in the way. They were obviously the ones who attacked me first. Why are you pretending to be miserable?

"Look, they are clinging to me, making me walk slowly. You have got so many clues..." Poor Boss Hua spread his hands with a touch of helplessness, indicating that he did not miss what Yu Xing just muttered. , "I just entered the room and didn't have time to see anything."

"Then why don't you lift them up? Keep them as toys?" Yu Xing hit the nail on the head, but judging from his expression, he just said it casually.

How could Hua Subai admit this? He wiped the blood on his hand calmly on the hem of his clothes and said in a tone of "I want to do this too, but I have concerns":

"After all, they were once deducers, and we still don't know what causes them to become ghosts. What if they can be saved? I originally wanted to keep them to see if some changes would happen in this scene. If I could figure out the ghost transformation If the conditions are met, there will be one less constraint on subsequent actions.”

Yu Xing carefully looked at the miserable situation of the two red-clothed men and thought for a while. It was estimated that they could not be saved. Maybe they did not want to live like this. The most important thing was that they were untimed bombs and might hinder him.

"Let's forget it. It's not necessary. I don't think it will work."

After hearing these words, Huasu Bai's eyebrows drooped, and he was gentle and pitiful: "...That's right, they are also in pain."

At that moment, he squatted down and looked into the red-clothed ghost's empty eyes.

Then, he raised his palm and wrapped his fingers around extremely small thorny flower vines, tearing them apart.

A piece of battered dough just fell off.

The red robe suddenly turned into flesh and began to squirm, as if it was trying to replicate the explosion of blood mist after the death of the flesh and blood ghost in the backyard.

"Hey... rest in peace." The chief culprit of tormenting ghosts blessed hypocritically. The flower vines suddenly penetrated into the flesh and blood, sucking greedily. The pile of flesh and blood quickly lost its color, leaving only shriveled meat.

The blood-sucked vine stood up tremblingly, with a delicate red flower blooming at the top.

The blood mist that Medusa had to avoid was easily resolved by Hua Subai.

Hua Subai looked up at Yu Xing and found that Yu Xing was watching the whole process. He curled his lips in a good mood, followed the other red-coat's instructions, and quickly got rid of the two ghosts that were holding him back, and stood up.

"Isn't this flower pretty?" He admired the vines wrapped around his fingertips, picked off the small red flower, and handed it to Yu Xing: "Do you want it?"

"Throw it away, don't touch me with your flowers." Yu Xing has a character that won't be trusted after one loss. He stayed away from all the flowers in Hua Subai's hands and took a step back with a look of resistance.

"Okay, okay." Hua Subai relaxed his hands, and the little red flower that he was praising for its beauty a second ago was stepped on by him, crushing it into bloody mud.

The popularity of his live broadcast room has also increased, and the barrage does not stop for a moment.

[So he can deal with Hong Yi? ? ? If we didn’t solve it before, dragging us around was just for fun, right]

[His abilities are so weird, he is really just a flower, but inexplicably he feels that he has the same purpose as Yuki? ]

[Look at his face, how come he has two faces! ]

[If I hadn’t been watching the live broadcast, I wouldn’t have believed it was him who made Hongyi look like that, and he actually said rest in peace... He is so good and bad, I love him so much]

[I don’t know why, but I had a creepy feeling. For a moment, I felt like an innocent little girl who was targeted by a scheming murderous uncle in a foreign horror movie (I mean in terms of identity)]

[That’s not to say, Xing must be an orphan and a heroine anyway]

[Am I the only one who thinks something is wrong with that flower? The flower carries an extremely strong resentment, which is very ominous. If I take it, something will happen.]

[I didn’t know for a while whether Hua wanted to harm luck]

[Hua is so strong, I am sure I will follow him in every live broadcast in the future! ]

Hua Subai: I know you know that I am not sincere, but you have to show it. This is the ritual of life.

Yu Xing: Seeing through everything, taking it for granted, even being treated as an innocent little girl by barrages ()