Chapter 53 Happy Event in the Mountain Village 13 Guess who is left alone in the room...
The man was so angry that he was holding his breath in his chest and started coughing again, "Cough cough cough! I'm an old man with inconvenient legs and feet, what can I do to a little girl?!"
Wang Quanmin coughed until his face turned red, and the veins on his hand covered with age spots bulged as he tightly grasped the cane: "Young man, don't rely on your strong body to talk nonsense and deceive people!"
"Oh, is that so?" An Rao sneered, "Then may I ask, Mr. Wang, when Fang Qingqing was washing up in the bathroom last night, why did you go to the water room next to the bathroom?
"Don't tell me you went to turn on the water, found it wasn't on, and went back, then waited for Fang Qingqing to finish washing before you had an attack and asked Fang Qingqing to get water, right?"
"That's it!" Wang Quanmin was so angry that he stomped the ground hard with his crutches.
"You are really tired, running around with an empty thermos. Can't you just leave it there? Can't you wait for the water to boil? Or knock on our door of 201 and ask us to borrow some water?" An Rao crossed his arms and looked at the clown in front of him with a funny look. "Our old man Wang is usually so inconvenient to move, but he would rather run in vain than wait a few more seconds or walk a few more steps. He is really hardworking!"
"You!" Wang Quanmin was furious, his chest heaving violently with anger.
Bai Chuan held down An Rao, who was about to take advantage of the victory, and said coldly, "When you came to 201 just now, your hands were wet and cold."
"So what?! I go to the bathroom in the morning, so of course I have to wash my hands!" Wang Quanmin's mind had been disrupted by An Rao, and once he started to defend himself, he fell directly into Bai Chuan's trap.
"So you found out that your roommate didn't come back all night, and when you woke up in the morning to ask for help, you still had the mood to go pee on the way?" An Rao looked at Wang Quanmin, who was already in a state of panic, with interest, "Mr. Wang has a really stable mentality!"
Other players also sensed something was wrong in this strange conversation.
"Your hands were slightly wet. When I helped you walk through the water room, your pace obviously quickened. The faster pace showed that deep down you were avoiding the water room. Why did you avoid the water room?" Baichuan looked down at the old man in front of him. He was not as old and weak as he showed to everyone.
"I didn't!" Wang Quanmin roared, and this roar silenced everyone in the room. Wang Quanmin's voice was full of energy, and there was none of the weakness, coughing and tiredness of his usual voice.
"I've been paying attention to you since I entered the game," Bai Chuan said mercilessly. "Your footprints are exactly the same on both sides. You don't need crutches at all. When you were sewing the Baifu quilt yesterday, you sewed it quickly and neatly. There was no sign of stiff joints of an old man. I know there are people in the amusement park who can disguise themselves as old people so that others will ignore their existence and pass the level by deceiving others or give others a head-on blow at a critical moment. I think you are one of them."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone stared at Wang Quanmin who was standing in the middle of room 205 with wide eyes. The early morning in the mountains in late autumn was already a little chilly, but Wang Quanmin's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
"An Rao went out drunk last night. When I went to bring him back, I saw you standing at the door of the water room. It was Fang Qingqing's wash time, and you were holding the Ultraman-patterned pillowcase that was unique to your room," Baichuan stated expressionlessly.
"Let me guess," An Rao adjusted his glasses, with his usual warm smile on his face, "You found the death rule in the room. I think this death rule is the same as the one you found in Wei Ronger's room, so only you know whether this death rule appeared on Fang Qingqing's side or on your side. I tend to think it appeared on your side, and then you thought of a way to put the blame on Fang Qingqing. You knew she would go to wash her hair, so you hid her hair tie, put the death rule through the pillowcase in the water room and broke the faucet, then pretended to cough and asked Fang Qingqing to go and turn on the water for you. Because time was tight, she couldn't find the hair tie to fix her hair and fell into the trap you carefully set, and had to trigger the death rule.
"I guess, what helped you successfully kill Fang Qingqing was a hairpin." An Rao looked at Wang Quanmin's increasingly ugly expression and felt that he guessed right.
"Your slightly wet hands are because you dealt with the traces left by Fang Qingqing's death. Such traces must be very small, and you can wipe them out with just your hands. Perhaps," Bai Chuan paused, "they are the same black particles left in Wei Ronger's room."
The morning mist began to slowly dissipate, and the thin skylight, like an underpowered incandescent lamp, slowly illuminated the Zheng family's courtyard. In the deathly silence, only a "clang" was heard, and Wang Quanmin threw his crutches to the ground.
"Humph," Wang Quanmin sneered, and said in a completely different middle-aged male voice, "So what if it is or not? Do you have any evidence? Besides, Fang Qingqing likes that ghost bride so much. If I let her accompany the ghost bride, I am helping her realize her wish! Any problem?"
"You young people keep saying that everyone is equal, but in this cannibalistic amusement park, there has never been any equality for everyone! You young people have good physical strength and can run fast, so we old people deserve to die? What's wrong with me using my brain to protect myself? What's wrong with wanting to live?!" Wang Quanmin became more and more angry as he spoke.
"You are so shameless!" Su Ming was furious.
"It's not wrong for you to want to live, but it's your fault for killing innocent people who also want to live. Moreover," An Rao sneered and shook his head slightly. The pale morning light flashed across his glasses. "Do you know why Wei Rong'er was chosen? Weddings are about couples. If you were willing to help Fang Qingqing survive, you might still have a chance. Now that Fang Qingqing is dead, do you think the person left alone in the room can still survive?"
Wang Quanmin's face suddenly changed color, but before he could say anything, An Rao waved his hand and said, "Let's go. We are hungry. Let's go have breakfast."
When they walked to the dining table that belonged to them alone in the courtyard on the first floor, everyone's faces became even uglier. There were only nine chairs and nine sets of tableware surrounding the dining table. The NPCs in Zheng's house seemed to know everything, and yet seemed to know nothing.
Snow-white steamed buns, milky white soy milk, light yellow millet porridge, red spicy radishes, golden fried dough sticks and coffee-colored tea eggs, all kinds of fragrant breakfasts filled the entire table, but the shadow of Fang Qingqing's death and Wang Baoquan's words made everyone lose their appetite.
"Today is already the third day since we came here," An Rao sipped a few sips of soy milk as if he was afraid of the heat, and grabbed a big steamed bun and said, "Two teammates have died. I think it's better for everyone to be honest and exchange ideas with each other. Otherwise," An Rao looked at Wang Quanmin with a playful look, "who knows if I will be the next one to die?"
An Rao paused, and his bespectacled eyes scanned the players one by one like an eagle: "Well, let me first tell you my speculation.
"I have a friend who studies law. He once told me about a legal concept that we often do in real life, called signing a contract. Before signing a contract, one party shows its products to the other party and clearly states the nature, price and function of the products. This is called an offer. The other party sees it and agrees to all the conditions of this party, which is called a commitment. After the offer and commitment, the contract is established. The simplest example is when we go to the supermarket to buy things. The specific products on display are the offer, and you pick up the specific products to pay for them, which is called a commitment. From then on, the sales contract between you and the supermarket is established and effective."
"What use is this?" The scarred man glared at An Rao.
"It's useful," the young man tapped his well-proportioned fingers on the tabletop. His eyes behind the glasses sparkled, and his temperament became cold and solemn. "Through the deaths of Wei Rong'er and Fang Qingqing, I have reason to believe that the boss in the haunted house cannot kill people directly, but rather achieves the purpose of killing by throwing out items that represent a death offer. Once the player picks up this item, it represents a commitment. At this point, an irrevocable death contract is reached, and the player dies."
"The ghost bride's death offer is random," Kashiwa added. "It's like the merchandise on display on a shelf. She has no specific death target. It all depends on who picks up the item that represents the offer."
"Does that mean we should avoid picking up anything strange?" He Xin sat in a wheelchair with a small blanket still covering her legs.
"That's right," An Rao nodded, tilting his head to look at the glaring red dot between Shi Yirou's eyebrows, "but this is definitely not the only rule of death. The most obvious point is that the bride's new shoes appeared under Fang Qingqing's bed, but nothing related to the bride was found in Wei Ronger's room. So I suggest that we all talk about what we have seen and heard, and brainstorm together. After all, we can't always wait to die passively, right?"
Everyone looked at each other, no one wanted to be the first to speak. This was the third day in the haunted house, and in the past two nights, an average of one person died per night. Calculating the probability, no one thought they couldn't survive - as long as others died quickly enough, so clues were precious, and speaking out more would reduce their own safety, and no one was a fool.
"Then let's start with me. Everyone, tell us about your experience last night." An Rao's voice was emotionless. "I was drunk by the village chief last night. When I was drunk, I felt something tempting me with a seal. I guess it was the bride's death offer. But in the end, Baichuan woke me up, turned off the lights, and I fell asleep quickly."
"I was saving Dr. Lin last night." Baichuan said briefly.
"I didn't feel anything..." Su Ming shook his head.
"Me too, it's very strange. I didn't even have any dreams. I slept very well." Shi Yirou frowned. Seeing the strange red dot between her eyebrows, she had already prepared herself for death.
"We didn't encounter anything unusual." Gao Zhifei held He Xin's hand, his voice calm and gentle.
"I fell asleep very quickly." Cheng Lin's face was pale and he touched his nose unconsciously with his hand.
"Whoever dares to leave me alone in the room, I will definitely kill him first." The scarred man threatened everyone present indiscriminately.
"Who do you think you are? What right do you have to boss us around here?" Wang Baoquan changed his previous weak and humble attitude and leaned back in his chair, crossing his hands and resting them on his stomach. "What contribution have you made to finding clues? Whose life have you saved? You are bossing us around here all day long!"
The others were silent, looking at the young man in front of them. The young man was dressed in a white shirt and black pants. He had a pretty and delicate face, but his body was sickly. Rather than being a player who had made it to the top by his own strength, it would be more accurate to say that he was a good-for-nothing who had survived by selling his body.
"You are an old man who only hurts people, you are——"
"Su Ming!" An Rao held down the little firecracker Su Ming before he finished patting the table, and then shrugged at Wang Quanmin, "If that's the case, I won't force it."
An Rao continued to eat his breakfast, and did not forget to break off a dough stick and pass it to Bai Chuan: "This smells delicious, would you like to try it?"
Although his life was hanging by a thread, An Rao still found a different kind of fun in this isolated ghost village, that is feeding Baichuan. An Rao felt that Baichuan must have been the most popular child in the kindergarten when he was young. He would eat whatever was given to him and was not picky about food. He also had a good appetite and could even eat a steamed bun with the elegance and charm of French cuisine. An Rao enjoyed 100% of the fun of feeding Baichuan these days.
Sure enough, An Rao watched with a smile as Bai Chuan took over the fried dough sticks. His slender and beautiful fingers held the golden and crispy fried dough sticks, and with a "crunch", it was simply pleasing to the body and mind!
Life in the village started early, and it was actually just a little after seven in the morning after dinner. An Rao winked at Su Ming and the others, and the four of them left the table and headed straight for 201.
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