The God of Wealth is Bankrupt

The strangeness of death casts a haze on the hearts of several people.

In this weather, Zhao Shuai's body would stink within a few hours. Seeing that they couldn't find any useful clues, for the sake of being divided into a game, a few people found a place to dig a hole and buried him.

After a while of work, it was already afternoon.

Two hours have passed since lunch time, and few people did not feel the slightest hunger.

Mainly... When they buried Zhao Shuai, the body was already smelling faintly. After smelling the corpse for a while, who can eat anything?

"Crack clap..."

Lu Hang was eating the fragrant potato chips.

Facts have proved that there are still people who can eat it.

Lu Hang wanted to be courteous, so he reluctantly gave Yuanxi half a pack of potato chips. Just as he stretched out the hand holding the potato chips, there was a burst of scolding and scolding from the rear.

Lu Hang quickly retracted his hand and stuffed potato chips into his mouth, ignoring Yuanxi's gaze and looking back.

Yuanxi: "..."

Lu Hang, the smart brain, quickly guessed the reason for their quarrel—some people suspected that it was the gangster who killed Zhao Shuai.

"Idol!" The punk looks like a kid who has been bullied, and angrily asks an adult to call the shots, "Do you think I look like someone who can kill!"

The rules on the rivers and lakes, make an appointment before you start!

He didn't even ask Zhao Shuai!

How could it be possible to kill him!

Lu Hang didn't expect to be able to catch fire when watching a play, he chewed and swallowed the potato chips in his mouth, showing an innocent smile.

"I do not know."

The little **** panicked for a second, and quickly regained his composure.

"Zhao Shuai's physique is much taller than me. How could I kill him silently? Besides, I have no grudge against him, so why would I kill him!"

"Who said there is no hatred," the black skirt girl raised a mocking arc at the corner of her mouth, her tone was cold, "When you first came, you had a conflict. You had enough motives to kill him."

"As for your physique..." She glanced at him up and down, her tone unclear, "Who knows what you look like at night."

The words of a girl in a black dress are not difficult to understand, and a few people understand it instantly.

In this game, who can change at night?

- The prisoner.

...

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they cannot be eliminated.

No matter how the little gangster explained it, the few people who traveled with him were separated by 108,000 miles, as if he was a virus.

He took a deep breath and searched for clues without saying a word.

As long as you can find clues, you can prove that he is not a criminal.

...

The six people were divided into three groups, Yuanxi Luhang all the way, except for the small gangsters, the rest of the group went all the way.

Although this town is not big, it has everything, Yuanxi and the two wandered to a food processing factory.

The factory is not big, and occasionally a few rotting corpses can be seen.

The electrical circuits here have been broken long ago, the machines have stopped running, and there is moldy food left in it that has not yet had time to process.

Lu Hang took Yuanxi to avoid some horrible corpses.

For such a long time, a layer of ash had fallen in the factory, and he didn't want to start looking for it, so he turned around symbolically.

He couldn't hold back, and he spoke to Yuanxi behind him, saying a few words, but there was no response behind him.

Looking back, is there anyone behind you?

Lu Hang: "..."

Weed?

lost?

Lu Hang quickly turned back, but fortunately, Yuanxi did not leave the factory. She stood in front of a machine, looking down at something seriously.

After finding someone, Lu Hang regained his slow demeanor.

"Miss, what are you doing?"

Hearing this, Yuanxi raised her head, glanced at Lu Hang on the opposite side, lowered her head again, and took out a note from the machine with her straight arms.

Softly said, "Clue."