Chapter 33 Who said this little star is old?
In the scene, the protagonist and his group have experienced the third night of arrangements, but they have once again fallen into an inexplicable coma, and another classmate has died in a way that is hinted at by an unknown pattern.
Zhao Bowen, who had already returned the remains and belongings, was unharmed. He believed it was because he had returned the treasures, but Qi Zhichuan did not think so.
At this point, although Zhao Bowen had objections, he did not refute him. If he really admitted that it was related to the relics, wouldn't that mean that all the people before him died because of him?
This responsibility was too heavy for him to bear, so he could only acquiesce to Qi Zhichuan's statement.
This alone suggests that there is a mole among them. Even if only half of them believe this, it is a huge blow to this small team.
On the morning of the fourth day, there were too many corpses to carry away on the snowy road, so they had to bury them on the spot and come back to collect them later.
The group set off with their own suspicions, eventually splitting into two factions.
Once Qi Zhichuan deduced that the murderer was in another group, and that one of the three people traveling with him also had a grudge against that person, he immediately regretted his actions and chased after him.
The boy running through the snow was almost blending into the vast expanse of white, until the appearance of another color broke the harmony.
A striking splash of crimson in the silent snowfield pointed the way for Qi Zhichuan and his companions. Almost simultaneously, they saw the figure lying on the ground in the snow and the standing figure in front of him holding a short knife.
At that time, the person was about to succeed and was skillfully setting up the scene to look eerie and bizarre.
Those who chose to walk the same path with him believed that all the dangers along the way originated from Zhao Bowen, and thus naturally split into two teams with this scion of a powerful family who was the most skilled in martial arts among them.
You don't have to worry about being stopped or being suspected.
This made it easy for him to carry out his plan.
Zhao Bowen, who had always only used his strength to bully others, seemed to have developed a chivalrous heart at this moment. For the first time in his life, he did not imitate his previous arrogant scholar-like manner of calling himself "this young master". He did not even need Qi Zhichuan to speak before he rushed up and knocked the man to the ground.
Qi Zhichuan vaguely heard something about "Laozi" and so on, but when he tried to listen more closely, the situation on the field was already clear.
He stopped Zhao Bowen from killing him and chose to slowly reveal the truth of his deduction.
Lu Xiaofeng's voice rang out at this moment: "He must have had some entanglement with those deceased people before. On the first day, when that young master Zhao took away the belongings, it gave him another idea for committing the crime."
Sikong Zhaixing immediately looked puzzled: "This guy surnamed Zhao has only minor skills. That young man couldn't even beat him, yet he was able to lift such a huge rock on the first night?"
“Since he originally planned to kill someone on this journey, the items he carried with him must have been able to kill silently and also be sufficient to satisfy other methods he came up with after seeing Zhao Bowen desecrate the corpse.”
The narration had been sufficient for this point, and just then, Qi Zhichuan in the scene glanced past the man with a ferocious face who had been pinned down by Zhao Bowen and began to search his luggage.
The most prominent feature inside was hemp rope; there wasn't much withered grass in the valley, and he had collected almost all of it here.
The others, upon seeing this, recalled that they had indeed seen the man twisting hemp rope in the corner in the footage.
It wasn't that no one doubted his intentions, but he brushed it off by saying he wanted to take his classmate's body with him so that it could be returned to its roots.
"This, along with any other tools we can find in the valley, is enough." Lu Xiaofeng pointed to the rope and slowly explained the method of the crime he had deduced, which was also known as using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.
Everyone was stunned. Lu Yusheng, in particular, was astonished that he hadn't expected the man to be so quick-witted. He looked at him with surprise and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "The Holmes of the Central Plains."
Even though the method revealed by the protagonist on the screen differed slightly from his, the principles were roughly similar, and all of them could understand it.
The details, including the discoveries made from the protagonist's perspective on the second day, the investigation and doubts on the third day, and even the fact that one of the victims was an accomplice of the murderer, were all accurately predicted.
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When the movie ended, everyone was still a little reluctant to leave, but it was time to have lunch.
Fortunately, it seems that before coming here, to celebrate the resolution of the problem, Lu Xiaofeng ordered takeout food and drinks from the restaurant.
The dishes were plentiful and the drinks were plentiful; Lu Yusheng even had to ask everyone to push two tables together to fill the entire table with food and drinks.
Such a convenient dining experience made her really want to ask Lu Xiaofeng for a link.
As for what they were busy with recently... after all, they had mentioned that it might involve her, so Lu Yusheng asked Lu Xiaofeng about it before they started eating.
Now that the matter was settled, he didn't hide anything and started by mentioning more than a dozen unfamiliar names. Since several of them were his friends, he would also add a few brief biographical introductions.
So when a third force appeared in this story involving the Beggars' Sect and Wudang disciples, Lu Yusheng hurriedly called a halt.
"Alright, Young Master Lu..." Seeing Lu Xiaofeng's puzzled look, Lu Yusheng awkwardly explained, "If we continue, the complexity of this story's setting will surpass that of 'Country Love'."
After taking a sip of wine to moisten his throat, Lu Xiaofeng obediently fell silent, but at the same time asked with some curiosity, "What do you mean by 'setting' and 'country love'?"
Lu Yusheng organized his thoughts and summarized as briefly as possible: "'Setting' probably refers to the relationships between characters and the gangs involved in a story... 'Country Love' is a very famous story from my hometown. There are many characters in the 'Country Love' universe, and their relationships are very complicated."
He then gave an awkward laugh: "There are just too many people I can't remember, so I didn't finish reading that story."
"Then this must be a complex tale of grudges and entanglements." Having listened to several storytelling performances, Lu Xiaofeng subconsciously imagined various scenes of sectarian struggles and power shifts, and sighed.
Lu Yusheng also recalled the love, hate, and grudges of those young and old, and then nodded affirmatively.
So much so that while Duan Yu and Lu Xiaofeng were having a drinking contest, she was eating fried chicken while still trying to recall whether Xiao Meng had miscarried or not.
Kind-hearted Sikong Zhaixing noticed that she was distracted and repeatedly gestured for her to pick up some food.
"Thank you, Brother Sikong, that's so thoughtful." Lu Yusheng was a little embarrassed by the sudden concern and blurted out the honorifics in the manner of the ancients.
Hahahaha—
Lu Xiaofeng, who had just drunk two glasses of wine, burst out laughing: "This is really something, I've never heard anyone call a monkey spirit like that before."
Sikong Zhaixing, who was being addressed in this way, was also somewhat puzzled: "Why are they all called young heroes and noblemen..."
Although he was the elder brother and Lu Xiaofeng was the young hero, and he also had an advantage, he was still quite curious about where this difference in treatment came from.
Lu Yusheng, however, recalled the miserable experience of being deceived by his disguised appearance and calling him "Grandpa" for several days. He couldn't help but defend himself, saying, "It's mainly because of you back then... You're old but vigorous, old but still stubborn, relying on your age to act tough..."
Knowing this past, Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou couldn't help but laugh upon hearing it, while Sikong Zhaixing also felt a little embarrassed.
Taking advantage of one's brothers and friends is one thing, but to deceive such a young girl is a bit embarrassing to admit.
However, she still stubbornly said, "Is that a compliment? I'll take it as a compliment on my disguise skills."
Seeing that the girl was about to choke, he finally took pity on her and let her go, gesturing for her to come closer so he could whisper a number in her ear.
As Lu Yusheng listened, her eyes widened in disbelief. Only when she saw that the other party seemed somewhat dissatisfied with her reaction did she suppress her doubts and reluctantly accept it.
It turns out that even the renowned thief king was only a few years older than her; could this be considered a kind of early training?
Lu Xiaofeng joined the conversation at this moment. His internal energy was considerable, so he naturally heard what Sikong Zhaixing said to Lu Yusheng. So, looking intently into Lu Yusheng's eyes, he slowly said, "Little Lu, why don't you try guessing my age?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Yusheng glanced at Sikong Zhaixing and understood that Sikong Zhaixing was not going to let him off easily.
She hesitated for a moment, but when she saw the red cloak casually draped over the back of the chair, the suspicions she had had before resurfaced.
"Twenty-four?"
Faced with two questionable answers, she very emotionally tactfully chose the smaller one.
As expected, after he finished speaking, he saw the other party's lips curl up and he shook his head with a satisfied look, which made Sikong Zhaixing want to pluck his beard.
Just as Lu Xiaofeng was about to correct her, the girl's hesitant voice rang out again: "Then... thirty-six?"
His smile froze, and Sikong Zhaixing immediately started slapping his thigh: "I admit it, hahaha, Lu Laoji, I'll accept you as the big brother this time!"
Seeing Lu Xiaofeng's smile gradually disappear, Lu Yusheng also began to doubt his own judgment: "So, you're not wearing red because it's your birth year?"
So it turns out it was all about aesthetics? Interesting.
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