Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin

Huai Yalin was once again shaken by Zhang Jingtian's courage. This man always seemed capable of doing unexpected things.

But Huai Yalin had to admit that Zhang Jingtian's approach wasn't wrong.

You have to throw a stone into a calm lake to see if there are any monsters at the bottom.

After Zhang Jingtian said these words, the expressions of everyone in the restaurant changed.

However, after various expressions appeared on their faces, Zhang Jingtian felt that these people were much more normal.

Or rather, they had more humanity, no longer like robots running programs without thought.

They even started chattering like humans.

"Who died? I, I have no idea!"

"I heard about it, but didn't they say it was suicide?"

"That's terrible, the murderer might still be here!"

"Front desk, we want to check out!"

A girl screamed hysterically and went directly to the restaurant's waiter, wanting to pack her luggage and check out immediately.

However, no matter how she screamed and roared, the waiter standing in front of her remained deaf.

He politely glanced at the girl in front of him before saying:

"Check out? I'm sorry, miss, but the blizzard has closed the mountain, and no one can leave here.

Including the murderer you believe in."

Zhang Jingtian clicked his tongue when he heard this, thinking that this was the right feeling. His favorite suspense novels were always in the "locked room" style.

Zhang Jingtian continued to size up the guests as if no one else was there.

Although there were many guests in the hotel, he could still detect some differences.

Many guests had similar faces, looking like the kind of faces that were randomly created to add more guests.

And like them, there were about twelve guests who looked more unique.

So Zhang Jingtian tentatively determined that the suspicious people should be among these twelve.

"I think that since everyone is suspicious, the hotel might as well announce the identity of the deceased. Maybe some guests know him and happen to know if he had any mortal enemies?"

Hearing Zhang Jingtian's words, the people next to him nodded in agreement, obviously thinking that Zhang Jingtian's idea was correct.

Huai Yalin was stunned watching from the side, because at first, she felt that the two of them seemed to be outside the game, completely unaware of the rules.

But how did Zhang Jingtian suddenly become the leader?

Clearly, Zhang Jingtian was someone with substance.

The hotel staff sighed, but still followed Zhang Jingtian's suggestion and revealed the identity of the deceased.

Coincidentally, among the crowd, no, among the twelve suspects identified by Zhang Jingtian, there was actually someone who knew her.

At that moment, Zhang Jingtian's mood became even more wonderful.

For him, this kind of secret realm that required using his brain to crack wasn't so scary. What was scary was its lack of rules.

And now, Zhang Jingtian had clearly found a way to crack it, and he felt much more at ease.

That person cleared his throat and said:

"She and I are colleagues. A few people from our department came here on business. But her personality is a bit strange, and I saw her arguing with our leader before."

At this time, his leader, a middle-aged man who looked very mean, suddenly changed his expression.

He glared fiercely at the man who spoke:

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't kill her at all! We only had work-related friction, nothing like a deep hatred! It's you who pursued her before, but was rejected. Obviously, you have a greater motive!"

Zhang Jingtian clicked his tongue, turned his head, and smiled at Huai Yalin behind him:

"This is interesting, it looks like they're about to fight."

Huai Yalin nodded after hearing this: "It would be nice to have some melon seeds at this time."

But soon, another woman said:

"Maybe the murderer is a madman, just killing people randomly?"

Zhang Jingtian glanced at the woman with the big waves and smiled: "What you said is actually possible, but in that case, it will be even more difficult for us to determine the identity of the murderer.

Or rather, who do you think among us here is the murderer?"

The woman with the big waves looked around and then actually reached out and pointed to a person in the corner.

That person wasn't a hotel guest, but just a hotel cleaner.

He was wearing dirty clothes, a hat, was skinny, and always had an indescribable stench on him.

Judging from his appearance, he did look like a perverted killer in a TV series.

When the cleaner was named, he immediately stood up nervously and surprised, and then stammered to explain himself.

"No, it's not me, really not me!"

The woman with the big waves pointed at him relentlessly:

"When he cleaned my room before, I saw him secretly sniffing my underwear! This kind of person is honest on the surface, but actually has a very dark heart.

The dead woman was alone in the hotel, which was originally the target of this kind of pervert. Maybe he wanted to do that kind of thing to the woman, but after being rejected, he became angry and simply killed her!"

Speaking of this, many guests began to stare at the helpless cleaner with suspicious eyes.

At that moment, all his explanations were useless.

Because everyone believed that he was the murderer.

Zhang Jingtian didn't speak. Then, he heard several people suggest that they vote to choose the murderer in their hearts and then throw that person out of the hotel.

Now outside the hotel, the blizzard had piled up so much that it was about to cover the cars.

Being kicked out at this time was no different from a death sentence.

However, no one raised any objections, because they all felt that it was the right thing to do.

Moreover, everyone seemed to be enjoying this right to reasonably decide a person's life and death.

Finally, as expected, the cleaner received the most votes.

After he was kicked out of the hotel, Zhang Jingtian and Huai Yalin actually heard a voice in their minds at the same time.

"You have voted out a werewolf, and the game is not over yet. Tonight, they will take away another poor villager."