Forces of Temptation

When Nan Zhou heard such a broadcast, there was no joy on his face.

Players who are not on the same team can hear the reward broadcast sound.

This dungeon is a dungeon that needs to share clues. What if you encounter a dungeon with multiple teams of confrontation in the future? Isn't it directly exposing the achievements and cards in their hands?

Nanzhou thinks this is not a good thing.

When he came out of the bathroom wiping his hands, he just met Jiang Fang's eyes.

Jiang Fang went over his shoulder and saw Chen Sufeng who was hurriedly wrapping a bath towel on his thigh, his eyes darkened slightly.

But only for a moment.

The current five clues have pieced together a creepy possibility.

In this seemingly peaceful, quiet, warm and beautiful family of three, in Xiao Ming's seemingly boring daily life, a woman once died.

Maybe his mother.

Maybe his sister.

It may also be a distant relative living here for a long time.

Her fingerprints were left on the bottom of the ashtray.

Her shoe prints remain deep in the shoe cabinet.

Her hair was left in the drain.

Her fat remained in the pressure cooker.

Other than that, all she had was 11 tons of water.

…When Xiao Ming’s summer vacation just started.

The NPC over the phone told them that last month, the household consumed 12 tons of water.

Today is July 3, and the household consumes 11 tons of water.

11 tons of water, enough to wash away everything that ever happened in this home.

The main storyline of the game took a big step forward on the first day.

But the question is, what's next?

Even if they found out that a woman had died here, how would they find the way out?

When everyone was silent, the two biggest heroes seemed to be doing nothing.

Jiang Fang returned to the kitchen and continued to cook.

Nan Zhou was in the living room, teaching Li Yinhang how to do crafts.

"Xiao Ming"'s manual work has a proposition, called "My Family".

When you didn't know it before, you could still treat this assignment with a normal heart.

Now…

The **** knows what the family of "Xiao Ming" is.

Nanzhou does not take these unnecessary worries to heart.

He said, "Let's build a house first."

He took out several boxes of safety matches from the drawer of the TV cabinet.

Judging from the ashtray and the half-empty cigarette case under the coffee table, someone in this family has the habit of smoking.

Although matches have long since withdrawn from the mainstream lighting market, it is not ruled out that some people like the feeling that the phosphorus head of the match rubs against the sandpaper.

Nanzhou took the tweezers found in the household hardware box to pick up the match, starting from the base, and building it in a crisscross pattern.

Under Nan Zhou, the matchsticks were beam rafters and the match heads were tenon and mortise.

After building layer by layer, a small and sturdy match cube was born under his hands like magic.

Nanzhou pushed out several matches that had been set up one by one, arranged them in steps, and set up a small roof.

The crimson match head and the snow-white match stick gradually extended the prototype of a "home" in his hand.

As he fiddled with the matches, he said, "...I also gave my students handwork on the theme of 'home'."

Li Yinhang was amazed: "...Ah?"

Nan Zhou used tweezers to gently lower the height of the matchstick decorated as a chimney, and reminded Li Yinhang: "You forgot? I'm an art teacher."

Other observers: "…"

After seeing how he squeezed the box with his bare hands, they didn't really want to believe his evil.

Leaning against the kitchen door, Jiang Fang, who heard all this into his ears, wiped his hands lightly on his apron with a smile: "Mr. Nan, it's time for dinner."

Jiang Fang's rice is really good.

A Eggplant Stuffed with Meat

Mapo tofu is tender and browned, and the chili is just right;

The yellow shredded potatoes are hand-cut and decorated with two or three chopped red peppers, which is very beautiful;

The shrimp soup is salty and delicious, and the rice is soft and fragrant.

He even made an easy version of the creamy fruitcake using the microwave and fruit.

But...

When everyone thought that someone might have done something to a woman in that kitchen with a pressure cooker, a feeling of nausea went up against their stomachs.

What's more, all the sharp knives in the house are concentrated in the kitchen.

No normal person would have an appetite for this table dish at the thought of the possible use of the sparkling kitchen knife on the knife stand.

Except Nanzhou.

He sat down at the table, cut the cake into eight portions with a fruit knife, and consciously took out his portion with a small plate.

Jiang Fang pointed to his share and shook his head at Nanzhou: "...I don't eat sweets."

So, Nanzhou got an extra cake.

He was expressionlessly happy, and was busy cutting the two cakes in his hand into equal pieces with a fork.

When everyone hesitated, Shen Jie chose to sit down.

Chen Sufeng also did the same with her.

Skinny monkey wants to pull Shen Jie.

But instead she grabbed the thin monkey's arm: "Come and eat."

The skinny monkey grinned in disgust: "The thing that can divide the body in this house is a kitchen knife. How dare you eat something cut with a kitchen knife?"

Shen Jie: "Even if there was a case of dismemberment in this family, it wouldn't be a kitchen knife."

"Well." Chen Sufeng agreed with Shen Jie's judgment, "It is inconvenient to use a kitchen knife."

Speaking, he picked up a stick of tofu and put it into his mouth.

The delicious taste far beyond imagination made him pause for a while, looked up at Jiang Fang, and quickly picked up the next one.

"If the body is divided, it should be a hand saw."

Chen Sufeng said: "Otherwise... 'Xiao Ming' will not fail to find out."

Skinny Monkey: "…Huh?"

"You can't think about it." Shen Jie hated that iron is not steel, "You forgot? The date in Xiao Ming's last diary?"

"I remember. Not July 2nd—"

…the NPC on the phone told them that today is July 3rd.

Before this, he always thought that Xiao Ming's diary was written indiscriminately.

After all, the content inside looks shoddy and full of perfunctory atmosphere of "finishing things".

But he missed one point.

Date of the diary, most likely true.

Xiao Ming's diary ends on July 2nd.

In his diary on July 2, he wrote that he couldn't think of what to do, so he called and asked Xiaohong, but Xiaohong didn't do it.

July 2 was a dull but peaceful day for Xiao Ming.

The current copy time is July 3rd.

Assuming that there was a vicious case of murder and dismemberment in this room, then it may only be in July when the water consumption increased abnormally.

So far, only three days have passed in July.

In other words, the time points in the diary overlap with the copy time.

If it is number 2…

No. 2, the time they were sent last night.

But at that time, they did a simple search of the house and found no traces in the house.

Body, blood, hair, nothing.

Besides, if the murderer dismembered the body last night, why didn't they hear anything?

There are eight pairs of ears and eight pairs of eyes.

Some people sleep in the master bedroom, some people sleep in the second bedroom, and some people sleep in the living room.

If someone dismembered, cleaned, and threw all women-related items out of the door at this time, how could they not notice?

Although the time point of "July 3rd" has been determined, it is still unknown which timeline they are on.

Parallel world?

Or are they at the scene of the murder right now?

But at least, at the moment they can come to the conclusion that the woman was not dismembered with a kitchen knife. .

The reason is simple.

This copy is about clues and realistic logic.

First, during the preliminary investigation, everyone went into the kitchen and focused on the knives.

The bones of the human body are very hard.

If a kitchen knife is used to chop through bones, it will either leave signs of overuse or be discarded and the knife holder will be replaced with a brand new, uninjured new kitchen knife.

And obviously, this kitchen knife is not new, there are signs of regular use, but there is no gap, no curling blade.

Second, the kitchen knife will make a loud noise when chopping meat.

No matter whether the dismemberment happened on the 1st or the 2nd, the meat and bones will make an unusually loud noise.

If a tool such as a hand saw is used, it will be more convenient to operate, and secondly, the sound of cutting is easier to ignore than the sound of chopping.

Thirdly, since all the woman's belongings have been emptied from the house, is it necessary to leave the murder weapon at home?

In summary, cooking with a kitchen knife is no big problem.

"I'm eating. I won't mention this." Chen Sufeng buried his head and took two bites of rice, "I'm full, and the blood supply to the brain is sufficient, so my thinking may be clearer."

Speaking, Chen Sufeng rubbed his nose and asked Jiang Fang, "Is there a lunch box? I want to leave some for my brother Yu."

"Keep it. Keep two copies."

Jiang Fang, who took off his apron, was looking at Nanzhou's newly built Match House from the coffee table in the living room, thinking deeply.

He said, "Eat slowly."

After feeling relieved, the thin monkey also joined the dinner with a rice bowl.

Chen Sufeng said something very solid.

If you are not full, your brain will not turn.

In the quiet restaurant, there was only the slight sound of chopsticks hitting the rice bowl.

The aroma of rice and a touch of aroma permeated the surroundings.

Disgusting **** scene.

After a meal, Yu Tuisi was pushed out of the children's room by the fitness coach.

He didn't look very good.

"I had a dream."

Yu Tuisi's emotional management ability is very strong, even in the case of obvious discomfort, he still accurately grasps the key point, and briefly describes: "There is nothing particularly specific, just vague Jojo heard a sound similar to sawing wood, which kept ringing in his ears."

Squeak—

Squeak—

Such a subtle and sour tug of sight lasted for two full hours in Yu Tuisi's dream.

Li Yinhang bit his knuckles, took a deep breath, and stepped into the children's room.

Next, is her manual task.

This time, Jiang Fang was by her side.

He reread Xiao Ming's diary.

The diary starts from the first day of summer vacation, which is June 15th.

Before, they didn't read it very carefully.

Now rereading, Jiang Fang found some clues in the corners.

On June 18th, Xiao Ming mentioned "home" in his diary, just a short sentence.

"There is no one at home, so no liao."

On June 28, he mentioned it again.

"Han Meimei and I went to see the TV show, the TV show was very good, I wanted to tell others, but there was no one at home, so I made a bowl of mung bean zhou for myself and added two Bingtang, it's delicious."

Under the typo, phonetic and running account narrative that are characteristic of primary school students, there is really little valuable information.

Also, probably due to the arrangement of the copy puzzle, the diary did not mention at all how many people there were in this family, and what was the family structure and relationship.

Jiang Fang closed the diary.

But... not for nothing.

Outside the children's room.

Yu Tuisi frowned while listening to Chen Sufeng tell about their discovery at noon.

Skinny monkey and fitness trainer are studying the computer in the second bedroom.

Surprisingly, Thin Monkey is a very good computer expert.

He quickly opened files one by one, looking for clues.

Nan Zhou sat cross-legged at the entrance, staring at the white wall in front of him.

No one knew what he was thinking.

Nanjing Xing squatted on his shoulders, holding a small piece of cake left over from eating, and nibbling at it, looking very cherished.

Shen Jie quietly sat down beside him.

She just wanted to speak, but when she saw his movements, she couldn’t help but suffocate—

…He was still picking the small lock with a wire.

Shen Jie suppressed her spit and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Nanzhou is honest: "Why is there no door. Why are we looking for a door?"

If the previous Nan Zhou asked such a question, Shen Jie would probably roll his eyes.

But after seeing his strength, Shen Jie respected him a lot.

She explained patiently: "This is the arrangement of the dungeon. The dungeon will always let us complete a clearance task."

Nan Zhou: "Why doesn't the mission let us investigate this murder? Instead, let us find the door?"

Shen Jie: "…"

She was questioned.

Nan Zhou did not intend to get an answer from Shen Jie.

He continued to stare at the white wall in a daze.

Shen Jie bit her lip.

After a brief deliberation, she spoke.

"It's my fault." Shen Jie said, "I said before that I told you newcomers to die. It's my fault."

Nan Zhou moved his gaze to her face and said lightly, "Hmm."

Shen Jie smiled.

She laughed, her shrewd seriousness was diluted a lot: "What does 'u' mean?"

Nan Zhou: "I accept your apology."

Shen Jie: "…"

Shen Jie: "You are such a straight-forward weirdo."

Nan Zhou didn't answer this sentence again, and turned his attention to the white wall again.

Shen Jie continued: "I have a daughter who is 8 years old this year. ... Maybe about the same age as this 'Xiao Ming'."

Nanzhou: "Yeah."

Shen Jie: "I heard from the newcomer that she should be sent to a special children's shelter."

Nanzhou: "Yeah."

Shen Jie looked straight at Nan Zhou's profile.

She found that this person seems cold, but in fact is very simple.

To talk to him, going straight is the best way.

So, she said, "You, and Jiang Fang, cooperate with us."

"The system stipulates that a team can have 2 to 5 people."

"There are still two places in our 'Tailwind' team, just for you and Jiang Fang."

Shen Jie's tone became hurried.

"Stay with us, the chances of survival will be higher. That girl surnamed Li can't help you much. But we can give you more."

"I don't have to be the leader. I can give it to you or Jiang Fang."

"Please, as long as you can win, we can listen to you."

Nanzhou looked at the lock cylinder in her palm.

Shen Jie's proposal means more storage compartments, higher team level, and more experienced teammates.

After calculating the benefits one by one, he gently waved his hand: "No."

Shen Jie was ready to be rejected early in the morning, but she was not very frustrated: "Can I ask why?"

"Because I like my current team name." Nan Zhou said, "Also, I don't like you."

"Because I want to sacrifice you?"

"Yes." Nan Zhou didn't hide it at all, "I hold grudges."

Shen Jie didn't know whether to laugh or be embarrassed, but finally laughed: "It's too direct?"

Nanzhou went to study his lock with great concentration, and said, "I won't go, you can still ask Jiang..."

Thinking of the conversation in the kitchen, he seriously revised his address: "…Brother Fang."

"No." Shen Jieshi stood up, "he won't come with me."

"I didn't ask how to know."

"You can know without asking." Shen Jie looked at the small tuft of hair on Nan Zhou's head, and smiled, "Because you won't come."

Nan Zhou: "…Huh?"

Before Nan Zhou could understand, Shen Jie got up and walked to the second bedroom to find her teammates.

Therefore, another question was added to Nan Zhou's mind.

The author has something to say:

Shen Jie: Please, you are gay.