I Develop A Detective Game And The Police Call Me To File

"Brain burning value +1."

"Brain burning value +1."

"Brain burning value +9."

...

"Accumulated brain burning points: 532 points."

Lin Ye is also watching the PDD live broadcast, and at the moment the bullet screen is full of "CPU burned".

Lin Ye couldn't help but smiled: Don't worry, this is just the beginning, the real brain-burning part is still behind!

However, as a behind-the-scenes person, Lin Ye feels great when he sees millions of people scratching their heads because of the game he designed!

As a game designer, Lin Ye knows the flow and framework of the entire game. The early stage of this game is indeed full of horror atmosphere, mainly to attract players' interest from the visual and sensory aspects. But in the subsequent game process, reasoning elements will be gradually added! When the two elements begin to combine, the game really begins!

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"Looking at you like this, this question is very difficult for you! To be fair, based on my experience over the years, this disappeared painter must have been hiding in a corner on the second floor, and he is definitely still alive! If you guess wrong Alright, squirt on live stream, guys."

"Teacher P has set a flag, brothers! This means that the artist is dead!"

"Oh, I remembered! There is also a prayer room on the second floor, but at first the front desk said that the prayer room is sealed off, just like the basement, because there are horrible things in it."

"Oh, you don't believe me! Just relying on my IQ, this stupid little game for children with low IQ, just find the murderer for him, and beat him to pieces!"

...

PDD was interacting with the water friends in the live broadcast room, the cropped man approached him again, and said in a low voice: "Fatty man, take a closer look, when did this person die."

PDD didn't react, and blurted out the catchphrase: "Mr. Mighty of Zinima, I'm looking for Lao Tzu again! Look at your rubber stick!"

Snapped!

The inch-cut man slapped PDD's head so hard that PDD felt his head burn.

He looked at PDD coldly, his eyes seemed to be capable of killing people, and said coldly: "How dare you talk to me like that?!"

PDD suddenly silenced.

He thought that everyone on the bus was equal. Now it seems that it is not! At least the inch-cut man in front of him looks like a ruthless character!

"Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! PDD has been manipulated!"

"Resist, Teacher P, are you still a man, yet you are being bullied by an NPC!"

"That aggrieved little look in my eyes is my laugh all day long."

PDD ignored the nonsense water friends, he looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room, calling for the big hand just now.

"Is that forensic brother still watching the live broadcast just now? Help! How long has it been since Biren died?"

"I'm here. Now carefully observe the corpse. Whatever part I tell you to look at, you can look at that part."

PDD immediately followed suit.

"The corpse spots are obviously formed. This girl should have been dead for about 4 hours."

PDD immediately told the conclusion to the inch-cut man.

The cropped man looked at the time: "It's past eight o'clock in the morning, which means she was killed around four o'clock last night."

After four o'clock in the morning? !

The cropped man obviously realized that something was wrong, and Huang Mao kept claiming that his girlfriend went out in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. But each room has its own toilet. Why does his girlfriend go out to use the toilet at this time?

In the middle, something must have happened!

Seeing the way the inch-headed man was thinking, PDD also had similar thoughts in his heart.

This girl is young, unless she drank too much water before going to bed, or she was born with bad kidneys, she couldn't be urgent to urinate after four o'clock! The second is that the toilet in the room is not used, so you have to borrow it from outside?

"What do you think we are doing? She and I are boyfriend and girlfriend, can I kill her?" Huang Mao noticed that everyone's expressions were wrong, and immediately retorted.

"Tell me, why is the toilet in the room not used after four o'clock in the middle of the night?"

"How do I know, I was in a daze!"

"Then tell me again, does the painter have a grudge against your girlfriend? Why did you kill your girlfriend?"

"I told you, I don't know!"

"Do you mind if we go to your room?" the cowgirl asked.

"Look and see, the body is not afraid of the shadow slanting!"

Then, a group of people entered Huangmao's room.

There is nothing unusual in the room, there are the backpack left by the yellow-haired girlfriend, the yellow-haired suitcase and other items.

After checking, everyone turned to the toilet.

The inch-cut man was at the front.

After he opened the toilet door, his figure stopped and his eyes suddenly froze.

"What did you see?" the driver asked.

"There is blood on the wall, it looks like it should have infiltrated from the next door."

"Blood?!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words!

This means that on the other side of the wall, there is likely to be another life.

The front desk hastily denied: "Impossible, absolutely impossible! The next door is the prayer room, and the only entrance is the big iron gate in the corridor, and when my friend and I took over the hotel, it was completely sealed off."

"No matter how you deny it, things have already happened, let's dig the wall!"

The front desk stopped and said, "Don't worry, this whole building is a renovation of the old building in the Republic of China. Don't move the walls, especially the main wall, or the whole building will be at risk of collapsing."

"Then what do you think we should do?" The inch-cut man turned his head and stared at the front desk.

Facing the pressure from the crowd, the front desk hesitated, and he said politely: "I didn't say that it can't be cut. The wall of the 211 toilet is not the main wall, but in order to avoid collapse, it is recommended to only cut a small hole."

Soon, the front desk brought tools, and the wall of the toilet was quickly smashed into a hole to accommodate one person.

The cut-headed man originally wanted to make it bigger, but the front desk refused to give up, saying how much it would cost him to repair it later. Thinking that it was someone else's hotel after all, he didn't insist anymore.

When the hole was dug out, the huge smell of blood rushed to the face again.

"I'll go in and have a look first."

After the inch-cut man finished speaking, he went straight in.

The others looked at the hole, and it was so dark inside that they couldn't see anything.

Not long after, the inch-cropped man returned and stood in front of everyone with a livid face.

"Well, what's in it, what happened?" the driver asked.

"The painter is inside, what is the specific situation, you go and see, I can't describe it!"

Painter in there? !

PDD froze for a moment, he must have understood what this meant. In this weird, broken place, whenever there is a smell of blood, it means that someone is GG.

"Fuck, that means the artist is dead too!"

"I knew that if Teacher P sets the flag, something will happen."

"PDD: I'm actually a Shinigami elementary school student."

"How long has it been? Three of them have already died! Hurry up and pray for yourself."

"Hehe... To be reasonable, I knew the artist was going to die at the time, so I'm giving you a step down."

PDD said, making a mean laugh.

Afterwards, he followed the others into the dark prayer room.

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