A soft voice rang out from the large and quiet round table hall:
"Excuse me, can this script-killing application be submitted for...forensic identification or something like that?"
No player had raised any objection to the corpse, and as the corpse inspection was about to end, Su Yi could no longer suppress the doubts in his mind and asked a question carefully.
Barrage: [Did my wife discover something?]
[Wuwuwu, tell us, wife! I really don’t understand why we suddenly need a forensic report? Wasn’t this man beaten to death by the young master?]
[If the player was really beaten to death by Mr. Bai, then Mr. Bai could be the murderer.]
[Maybe not. Generally speaking, ordinary players cannot stab others, but at that time, the man wanted to kill Yibao, so how could Mr. Bai not shoot? This can be considered as legitimate defense to protect his wife!]
…
The maid Miss Lin looked at Su Yi and was a little surprised. This newcomer was indeed not simple. He had just experienced an explosion, and within a few minutes he had recovered on his own. His mind could still continue to think about script-killing things.
How many newcomers break down and cry when they accept the unspoken rules, clamoring to stop playing the script, resisting passively, and becoming emotionally disturbed. In the end, they have no choice but to compromise little by little. Some newcomers simply give up completely, fail to pass the first copy, and face death directly.
"What's wrong?" Miss Lin smiled at Su Yi, "Did you find something?"
"...No, I just thought of it for a moment." Su Yi deliberately said in a low voice. He didn't want Sister Lin to find out, so he pretended to be timid:
"I used to watch script-killing variety shows, and sometimes they would issue a forensic report. So I just asked..."
"Indeed, it is possible." Lawyer Chen said, "As long as more than half of the players believe that the cause of death needs to be determined, they can jointly submit an application to the system."
Miss Lin took the opportunity to ask Su Yi: "So, you really didn't find anything?"
——Cannot admit it.
Everyone looked at him. Su Yi pursed his lower lip, pretended to be a little scared, and shook his head.
"It's okay to do a forensic examination."
The Third Young Master, who had been silent all this time, spoke up. Since the level 108 Bai Shen had said so, all the players who were lower in level than him should shut up.
In the end, all the players signed a forensic identification application.
[Players focus on reasoning, the third stage: examining the body, ends! The submitted forensic identification application will be sent to each player's mailbox in one hour, please check it carefully]
[Now we are entering the fourth stage: dining. The system will provide everyone with lunch boxes for this script-killing game. Please enjoy a relaxing and enjoyable dinner time~]
The cold mechanical sound echoed in the empty round table hall, making the listeners feel creepy and not relaxed at all.
Sizzle…sizzle…
The ceiling opened, and a steel robotic arm stretched down, reflecting scarlet light under the blood-red setting sun. It first collected the corpse, and then split into twelve pairs of small robotic arms, which slowly brought down the lunch box and placed it on the round table where the corpse had just been placed.
Su Yi couldn't eat anymore.
"This dinner is really auspicious." Miss Peng picked up the lunch box from the table. "Thirteen players are eating together, and one of them is dead."
Thirteen is a very unlucky number in the West. Legend has it that Jesus had a dinner with his disciples before he was killed. The thirteenth person who attended the dinner was Judas, who betrayed Jesus. This scene was also painted by Leonardo da Vinci and became a world-famous painting called "The Last Supper".
"Treasure it." The old pastor opened the disposable chopsticks. "Which meal in the horror murder script is not the last supper?"
The old players were already used to it, and even had the mood to joke about it. Sisters Lin and Peng, who were a little more particular about eating, ate with their lunch boxes in hand, unwilling to put them on the table that had just touched a corpse, while those who were not particular just started eating.
Su Yi looked away, unable to bear it any longer.
[Dinner countdown: 20 minutes, players are requested to fill their stomachs as soon as possible so that they can continue the script-killing game]
Even eating has a time limit, Su Yi feels like someone is strangling him, extremely oppressive. This is simply another form of miserable office worker, who has to play script-killing games every day, work hard to level up, and save gold coins, and when he saves enough to achieve financial freedom, he can resign.
Ordinary office workers will retire one day, but I wonder how long it will take to save up enough gold coins to realize his wish in this horror murder script. The light screen system also doesn't tell him how many gold coins he needs to buy "resurrection" and "a healthy body"?
What's more, can resurrection from the dead really...
"Eat a little."
Click. Young Master Bai came over to help Su Yi open the lid of the lunch box, and the sound interrupted his thoughts.
Su Yi bit his lip, blaming himself in his heart. Why did he think too much? He was not used to the daily life where even his thoughts were monitored every minute. He looked at his lunch box, which contained fried pork slices, chicken drumsticks, preserved egg tofu, fried cabbage, rice, and a tomato and egg soup.
"The food is decent."
As the eldest young master spoke, he took a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs from his lunch box and put it on Su Yi's rice.
"You like this, right?"
"How do you... know?" Su Yi turned his head to look at the young master in surprise.
He loves sweet and sour food, and sweet and sour pork ribs is his favorite dish.
Su Yi saw that the young master's eyes were filled with a little smile, and his serious look revealed an indescribable affection. Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, Su Yi inexplicably felt a little guilty, and he could not respond to such tenderness.
"I guessed." Young Master Bai smiled at him.
Su Yi's attention was attracted by the eldest young master, and he did not notice that the third young master, who was sitting one seat away on the other side, raised his head with a look of surprise.
——Su Yi really loves sweet and sour pork ribs. If you don't know about this kind of thing, you can't guess it blindly. And the script killing doesn't set what the bride likes to eat.
How could this person possibly... know what Su Yi likes to eat?
The eldest young master wore a platinum mask on the upper half of his face. Even with a smile on his face, it was hard to tell his expression. He looked mysterious. Su Yi didn't notice the third young master, but he immediately felt a hostile gaze. The eldest young master looked back calmly and curved his mouth provocatively at the third young master.
Young Master Bai bit his back teeth and lowered his head to chew a mouthful of sweet and sour pork ribs in the lunch box. It must have been cooked with a bottle of vinegar; it was extremely sour.
[Ahhh… Do you think that the White God today is different from before?]
A thick stream of comments floated across the small TV on the Third Young Master's desk:
[Finally someone said it! He was really weird today! He was making a lot of small movements since he started choosing the groom! Veins popped out on his hands, he clenched his fists several times, he gave a business card with a rose and then deleted it, and when the groom gave the bride a piece of pork chop, he would look up and stare at it for a long time! ]
[The old Baishen didn't have so many little tricks. He didn't even bother to read the script. He just came in with a knife to kill ghosts! Every knife slashed blood! There was no need to talk so much nonsense with you]
[Bai Shen, tell me, are you planning to go after the sister-in-law? Although the chance of success is low, it is not impossible. According to the dungeon records, there is a 15% chance of successfully conquering the sister-in-law!]
15%……
When Bai Shen looked up, he saw the data on the barrage and seemed to be thinking about something.
——This probability is actually not low.
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