Chapter 292: Inhuman (100) (1st update + 2nd update + 0.5 update of 8500 thunder) [VIP]
Have a companion.
Bai Jinshu moved his eyes away from the card and looked at everyone around him inconspicuously.
Nian Yu's expression was still calm; Boss Herbisk looked like he was looking at the financial statements of a listed company rather than a task card; Xiaoying was smiling, and it was impossible to tell what was on her card; Hong Conghua shook the card eagerly, and it seemed that the content on it made her very interested; after Huangmao finished reading the task card, he folded it in half and put it in his pocket, and his expression could not tell what was on it.
It seems that it is impossible to get information from observing people's expressions.
And he was not the only one who tried to judge whether people had received any important information by observing their expressions.
Everyone's eyes were darting around, and Bai Jinshu's gaze darted around and happened to meet Herbisk's.
He smiled and nodded, then looked away first.
"Has everyone finished watching?" The director at the front clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention. "If you have finished watching, remember to keep the cards."
"Aren't you going to take it back?" The yellow-haired man scratched his head and said sincerely, "This contains everyone's identity information."
ah……
Bai Jinshu subconsciously twitched his lips when he saw a few people there.
There was no specific information on his card, only that he had a companion. It seemed that Huangmao's card had a more direct identity.
"That's why we don't recycle it," the director raised his eyebrows, his intention to cause trouble written all over his face, "You can keep it or destroy it if you want."
"Then I'll just destroy it. Didn't they say that the identity can't be discovered?" Huang Mao muttered, and took out a lighter from his pocket and burned the folded card. "That's it."
A few lines were drawn on the following bullet screen:
[It has to be Brother Huangmao. 】
【It’s a reform that makes things difficult. 】
【The program team has eight hundred thoughts. 】
[If the cards are not taken back, doesn't that mean that people can no longer deceive others with false information? After all, they can just take out the cards with the information written on them.]
[But it can be destroyed in front of everyone. ]
[Are you a fan of Huang Mao Ge? ]
[I'm going? How did you know? ]
[Because you have the same simple stupidity as Huangmao.]
[The cards have absolutely correct information. If you want to form an alliance or exchange information for information, the program team provides an absolutely foolproof solution, which is to exchange cards with each other. Under this premise, if everyone cannot reach a consensus to destroy the cards after receiving them, then the later the cards are destroyed, the more likely it is that the person who destroys the card is guilty, and the information is not good for him or the information is related to him. ]
[In this case, whether to destroy or not is actually a kind of information...]
[So it would be better to destroy them all like Huangmao. ]
Huangmao held up the lighter and looked at the screen, then suddenly realized: "Oh, so that's how it is!"
He looked at everyone sincerely and said, "Then let's burn them all. In the future, we can just delete each card we get."
"Okay, okay," Xiaoying took the lighter from him very actively and destroyed her own cards.
With someone taking the lead, all the others also burned their cards one by one, destroying the first piece of information about themselves.
Bai Jinshu watched the card in his hand turn into ashes under the flames, and handed the lighter to Herbisk next to him: "Here, the lighter."
"No need," the big man raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the yellow-haired man who handed him the lighter, then took out a lighter that looked very expensive from his pocket, "I'll use this one."
Everyone destroyed the identity cards they received when they first got them.
As the cards were destroyed, many comments floated across the screen:
[Fuck, Huangmao brother really listens to advice. ]
【Why does Huangmaoge do whatever the comment says?】
[Brother Huangmao, have you ever thought that if all the cards are destroyed, then all the information will be hard to tell whether it is true or false. Then the first person who proposed to destroy the card information, and everyone who destroys the cards every time afterwards, will be suspected of saying that the information they said is false? ]
【For example, you are the first one to propose destruction. 】
[Family members, Huangmao brother doesn't have this IQ, let him go. ]
Sure enough, Huangmao touched his head and asked in a questioning tone: "Huh?"
"Didn't you ask me to burn it?" He was dumbfounded.
"There are bad people among the crowd..." Hong Conghua laughed a few times with gloating, "Don't believe the comments, these people are bad."
"I trusted you so much..." The yellow-haired man twitched his lips, "It's fine if you lied to me, but why do you say I'm stupid? I'm not stupid."
There were a lot of hahahaha in the live broadcast room.
[Although the child's IQ is not high, he is very active. ]
【Please understand my family members, racing does not require brains. 】
[I can already see the future where Huangmao gets tricked to death by everyone. How miserable.]
[Don't be afraid, Huangmao brother. We will give you some advice in the future.]
"Forget it..." Huang Mao twitched his lips, "I will never believe you again."
The people who posted the comments just wanted to see them fight.
Fortunately, we won’t have to stay in front of this big screen soon.
All the guests arrived, the identities were drawn, and the director asked the staff to bring another box.
"There are six small balls in this box. Each ball corresponds to a room number. That's the room you'll be staying in for the next thirteen days," the director introduced. "Everyone's luggage is placed in the corner of the room. After you draw your room number, you can go and tidy up your room."
The villa where the program was recorded was a small four-story villa, which included a basement on the first floor below ground. The six rooms selected were very evenly distributed on the three floors above ground, with two rooms on each floor.
Bai Jinshu drew the highest three levels, and another guest on the third level was Hong Conghua.
The second floor is Huangmao and Nianyu.
The first layer is the economics tycoon and Xiaoying.
As the rooms were drawn, everyone pushed their luggage to their rooms.
There is only one large screen on the first floor that can broadcast the bullet screen in real time, but the whole villa is equipped with cameras, including the rooms. However, the difference is that the cameras in the rooms are relatively low and within reach, so they can be covered with clothes or turned to face the wall at any time.
As a room that needs to be stayed for thirteen days, the accommodation conditions here are quite good.
After Bai Jinshu pushed the door open, he found that the entire room was extremely clean. The area of the room was obviously larger than an ordinary bedroom. It could be manually separated into a study and a bedroom. The desk was large enough to hold a lot of things. Looking out of the window in front, he could see the small garden behind the apartment.
The doors of his room and Hong Conghua's room are facing each other, which means that he can see the small garden. Hong Conghua, who is facing the sea, can see the tourist beach in the distance from the window.
Although the program crew has booked an area for recording the program, the beach is obviously not included. It is not too late at this point, and there are probably quite a few tourists on the beach.
Looking down from the small garden, Bai Jinshu can see several iconic locations in the garden, such as the pavilion in the flowers and the small stone bench. These places are equipped with cameras for live broadcasts.
Bai Jinshu tidied up the room, took out all his things from the box, and prepared to go downstairs.
When I opened the door, I happened to meet Hong Conghua coming out of the room.
The two met each other, and Bai Jinshu saw that her room indeed looked out onto the beach.
However, this house is still a bit far from the beach, and it only has three floors, so it is a bit difficult to have a panoramic view of the entire beach. You can only vaguely see the shadow of the sea water.
Her room was only tidied up briefly. Bai Jinshu saw that Hong Conghua had placed a computer and a drawing board on the large table, which seemed to be used for work.
"Is it time to eat at this time?" Hong Conghua greeted him when she saw him. "The production team won't provide meals, right? They won't ask us to cook for ourselves, right?"
Bai Jinshu: "Well...it's possible."
He shrugged slightly: "When I came up just now, I saw that the kitchen was fully equipped with all kinds of kitchen utensils."
"That's it. I can't cook," Hong Conghua said as he walked. "My cooking skills are limited to making dumplings. When I'm alone at home, I always order takeout."
"I can cook a little. I cook when I'm alone at home." Bai Jinshu tilted his head and thought about the character that Old Wu had created for him, and added, "But we usually need to control our weight, so I guess you guys don't like the dishes I can cook."
"That's not necessarily true," the two chatted as they went downstairs, "I eat anything when I'm working on a deadline."
Various bang-bang noises were continuously coming out of a room on the second floor. The yellow-haired man did not close the door when he was packing the room. The noise of packing was huge. Three or four boxes could be seen thrown into the room by him. Each box was open, and there was even one box that contained two helmets and a set of racing suits printed with sponsors for some reason.
"Why are you bringing this?" Hong Conghua leaned over to take a look and couldn't help but stop and ask.
It's just a recording of a show, there's no need to bring all these, right?
"Ah? Oh," Huang Mao raised his head and looked at the two of them, "Have you finished packing? So quickly?"
He pointed to the suitcases beside him speechlessly: "I brought the wrong luggage. These suitcases are all the suitcases I will take to the competition."
"Then where is the box you brought here?" Bai Jinshu thought for a moment, "You didn't forget to bring it..."
"Congratulations, you guessed it right." The yellow-haired man nodded solemnly.
"After tonight, I'm either going to spend the remaining twelve days in a racing suit or I'm going to run naked in front of the camera."
Bai Jinshu: ...
Although I'm not in front of the big screen downstairs at this moment, I can already imagine what's being said on the barrage.
[Streaking! Naked! ]
【I want to see streaking! 】
【Brother Huangmao is worthy of you! 】
[The program team invited our Huangmao brother, which was a good thing. 】
[This is a genius variety show. The production team has found a treasure. 】
[If Huangmao runs naked, our variety show will be over. Baocai, the production team has found a ghost. ]
[It's so funny, how can you, Huangmao brother, still have problems when everyone is just packing their luggage? 】
"How about I lend you a few pieces?" Bai Jinshu held his chin and thought for a moment, "I have quite a lot of clothes with me, and we are both about the same height..."
Before he finished speaking, he met the yellow-haired man's shining eyes: "Really? Ersi, you are such a good person!"
"Really?" He laughed. "We can't really let you run naked, right? If we do that, our variety show will really be a hit."
"Will it become as popular as the one that spreads resources all over the Internet..." Hong Conghua ruthlessly complained, "It went from a 5+ rating to an 18+ rating in a second."
"No..." The yellow-haired man let out a miserable howl.
"Then I'll take him upstairs to get some clothes and come back later," Bai Jinshu turned to Hong Conghua and said gently, "You go down first?"
"OK," Hong Conghua gestured, "I'll go find Director Nian."
She went out and knocked on Nianyu's door.
"Hong Conghua," Bai Jinshu reminded, "she can't hear."
"Oh, right..." Hong Conghua patted his forehead, "Then I'll go in directly."
"Don't call me by my full name," she said with a droopy face. "Call me by my pen name or nickname. Calling me by my full name is too serious. I always feel like my mom is going to get mad."
"What about the chopped green onions?" Bai Jinshu tilted his head.
"That's it, it's totally OK!" Hong Conghua gave a big thumbs up and opened Nianyu's door.
Bai Jinshu and Huangmao returned to the third floor together.
"This one, this one, and this one. They were all washed and brought out," Bai Jinshu took out a few simple white shirts and T-shirts from the box. "Do you want to try them on to see if they fit you?"
“No, no,” the yellow-haired man waved his hand carelessly, “We are about the same height, there will be no problem, thank you!”
By the time both of them had changed their clothes and walked to the hall downstairs, the remaining four people had already gathered there.
"Hey, you're finally here. When we came down, we found that the staff had left. There was an envelope on the table," Hong Conghua spoke first when he saw the two people coming down. "It said something on it, saying that we can't order takeout, and we have to take care of our own meals. We can buy the ingredients for dinner ourselves or use the ingredients we bring from the kitchen."
"I just checked, and the kitchen is well stocked, except for the vegetables. I think it's only enough for tonight's meal," Xiaoying continued, "so we have to go buy some vegetables tomorrow, otherwise we won't have anything to eat."
"Then who will cook?" the yellow-haired boy asked in a prickly tone.
"Ersi said he can cook a little bit..." Hong Conghua counted on his fingers, "Xiaoying can cook, and Nianyu can cook, too."
"Compared to the two of them, my cooking skills are nothing compared to them," Bai Jinshu shrugged, speaking naturally, "But we only need two gas stoves, otherwise the four of us can help out while the two of them cook?"
"No problem," Xiaoying rolled up her sleeves, "What do you want to eat?"
Nian Yu also shifted his gaze over.
"We are all here for free meals, so of course we will eat whatever you cook," said the yellow-haired man honestly.
"Well... then we'll just watch," Xiaoying thought for a while, "Then you guys will wash the vegetables and prepare the food? You... can do it, right?"
She subconsciously looked at Herbisk, who seemed to be the most uninvolved among all the people.
The other person said with a cold face: "I still know how to wash vegetables."
"That's fine!" A group of people walked towards the kitchen.
Dinner was solved in this simple way.
After dinner, the production crew living in the villa next door did not come to deliver any new tasks or information, probably meaning that they had free time during this period.
Everyone had nothing to do so they played a few rounds of cards. After deciding who would go shopping for groceries tomorrow and who would wash the dishes after dinner based on their wins and losses, it was almost late at night.
Hong Conghua yawned and said that she had to finish her manuscript. Although the deadline for the comic was in half a month, she had not made any move yet.
There are many more fans on the barrage:
[Half moon after half moon, how many half moons there are…]
[I knew it! She didn’t move a pen! ]
[Fuck you, my friend, don’t you follow the editor of Conghua on Weibo? It’s normal for Conghua to rush to finish the manuscript on the last day of the deadline. 】
[Isn’t it that the manuscript has been delayed for three months? If I don’t see any more updates, some of my good qualities will disappear! ]
[The protagonist has been dying and bleeding for three months. He has bled to the point of being dried up.]
[It has been three months since the aliens broke through the Earth's protective shield, and the UFOs are tired of floating in the sky. ]
Nian Yu also stood up, and the intelligent AI on her phone spoke for her, saying that although she was recording a show, she also needed to deal with some work issues from time to time. The two of them returned to the room first.
Among the remaining four people, Herbisk, a big boss in the economic circle, received a call from a company and said that he was going to hold a video conference.
Xiaoying said that she brought a game controller with her, and the three of them could connect to the big screen on the first floor to play games.
The three of them played the racing game for a while, and around midnight, everyone went to bed. Bai Jinshu turned off the live broadcast, covered the camera with a coat to block the lens, went to bed, and set an alarm for 6:30 to maintain his morning exercise persona as described by Lao Wu. By the way, he greeted his agent in the dialog box.
I don’t know how long it was, but suddenly, there was a rapid knock on his door.
"Teacher Er! Open the door, Teacher Er!"
"Teacher Hong! Open the door, Teacher Hong!"
Bai Jinshu got up from the bed with a frown, rubbed his forehead and glanced at the time.
Three thirty in the morning.
At this time, someone suddenly knocked on his and Hong Conghua's door. Could it be that the program crew didn't film him getting up at 6:30 last time, so they chose to knock on the door at 3:30 in the middle of the night out of sheer cruelty?
Bai Jinshu shook his head and seemed to be a little more sober. He stood up and turned on the light in the room, then took off the coat covering the camera, turned on the live broadcast, waved to the camera and said hello, then opened the door.
At the door of the room was a face I had never seen before, with a name tag hanging on his chest. He was probably a staff member of the show.
The staff looked hurried, with a bit of panic that was not concealed at all.
Then, the audience in the live broadcast room suddenly realized that the broadcast had started at this point and Bai Jinshu, who had opened the door, heard the voice of the staff at the same time: "Teacher Er, there has been a murder in the resort, the police are here!"
"Ah?" Hong Conghua pushed open the door and asked blankly, "Is this the mission for Ersi and I tonight? Is there a murder case that we need to investigate at night?"
"No," the staff member repeated with a trace of urgency on his face, "Someone is dead! Someone is really dead!"
"It's not a TV show, a tourist died!"
"Everyone staying at the resort tonight will be investigated!" he said.
*
At 3:30 in the morning in the villa hall, the six guests were all wearing pajamas, coats on the outside, and their eyes were sleepy.
Many staff members also gathered here. The director held up a phone and seemed to be communicating with others: "Can't you tell the police to let our artists and guests go first?"
"We are recording a program here. We have been broadcasting live during the day. The whole house is also broadcasting live. All the guests' actions are captured by the camera. It is impossible for them to do this."
"What do you mean the murder happened at around 1am? Even though the live broadcast was not on at around 1am, all the cameras downstairs were on!"
"The guests who come to our show are all well-known celebrities! There's no need to take the risk of killing someone during the filming of the show, right?"
I don’t know what the person on the other end said. The director cursed and hung up the phone.
The live broadcast room on the screen was suddenly crowded with people, and the barrage of comments was refreshing rapidly, allowing the six guests who were called down to gradually understand what was happening.
[It seems that a murder occurred in the resort. A couple who came to vacation died on the balcony of the hotel. Tourists who went to the bar to dance at night smelled a strong smell of blood and were a little scared. So they posted a message on the little green book asking whether to call the police. As a result, the post went viral.]
[The rooms in the resort's garden hotel are all small, independent houses. After the post went viral, many people thought it was unusual and asked the poster to call the police. The poster had posted several posts and also felt that it was a bit creepy to smell blood in the resort, so she called the police. As a result, before the police arrived, she bravely took a closer look and really saw a dead person.]
【According to the poster, two people died, a man and a woman. The man was on the balcony, and when he looked up, he could see a bluish-white hand. Then her friend was brave enough to turn on the flashlight to shine it, and saw that the man was covered with various scars. The fatal wound was on the neck, which was open and blood was all over the floor.】
[The woman seemed to struggle more than the man, with many marks of scuffling on her body, and the fatal wound could not be seen clearly, but she died anyway, right next to the man.]
[Ah? Are you serious? This isn't a variety show plot?]
[Really not, just look at the trending searches yourself. ]
[Hiss... isn't this really a show effect? ]
[No, the post is still in the Little Green Book. You can go and check it out yourself. Just search the title: I came back to the hotel after a night of clubbing and I smelled a strong smell of blood. Should I call the police?]
When Bai Jinshu saw Hong Conghua sitting cross-legged on the sofa next to him, he immediately took out his cell phone and started searching.
"Really?" She stared at the phone screen for a few minutes, then looked up and whispered, "Her friend even posted a picture in the comment section. You can see that the man is definitely dead. His face is blue and white, and there's blood all over the floor."
"You dare to take pictures?" Xiaoying was shocked. "Is it really here?"
"Really? The exact house number is out," Hong Conghua was also amazed, "Room A-7, Rose Garden, Garden Hotel Resort, it's not far from here..."
"The Rose Garden is full of presidential suites," Huang Mao also searched online, "I saw online that people who can book that suite must be rich. Maybe it's a revenge killing."
"What should we do now?" Hong Conghua was a little confused.
"Since we didn't do anything, we can just accept the investigation," Bai Jinshu said in a gentle voice in a panic-stricken atmosphere, "but it may be difficult to continue recording the show..."
After all, there were murders happening around here.
After the investigation is over, it would be best for everyone to go back home. The police don't have the right to detain unsuspected people here, right?
Besides, even if the case is finally solved, the resort where the murder took place seems a bit unlucky.
The most anxious person among all people is probably the director.
He wanted to shut down the live broadcast at first, but because the incident happened suddenly, many netizens who did not sleep in the middle of the night rushed into the live broadcast room of the "Cross-border Co-living" program team which was closest to the crime scene. The flow of water increased a lot in a short time. When the superior leader saw the skyrocketing flow, he called him directly and told him not to shut down.
The membership fee of 59.9 is not cheap, but the crowd who had not slept most of the night soon gathered in the live broadcast room, treating it as a real-time multi-person chat room and chatting enthusiastically.
[Could it be a murder of passion? Did the two people become enemies and hack at each other? ]
[I don’t know, is there anyone in the live studio who is more informed? ]
[I have a junior high school classmate who works as a security guard at the Garden Hotel Resort. Just now, his friend circle said that there was a murder at his workplace. I will go and ask him.]
[Depend on you, sister! My only connection in Haibei! ]
【If you find out anything, please remember to tell us. 】
[Who opened the live broadcast room? You are so business-minded. You broadcast a murder case? (Five-minute trial audience)]
[Brother, look up and see the name above your head. This is a variety show crew. They originally planned to broadcast it live for thirteen days. Today is only the first day and they ran into a murder case. It's pure bad luck.]
【If you don’t want your eyes, you can donate them to people in need. 】
[I originally thought that the biggest highlight of our cross-border co-rental live broadcast would be a quarrel, but I never expected that a murder would happen in the resort.]
[What kind of miraculous luck is this... Can the show continue in the next twelve days? ]
[No way... Who would have thought that choosing a resort would lead to a murder? ]
[Which program group would dare to broadcast live in the future? ]
The words on the barrage are also what everyone thinks in their hearts.
How unlucky! It's such a bad thing to happen to you.
Old Wu called him in the middle of the night to confirm that they were okay, then he breathed a sigh of relief and asked him to post a Weibo to report that he was safe. At the same time, Bai Jinshu's private chat also exploded, and many friends in the circle came to ask him if he was okay.
After he replied one by one, he found that everyone around him was also replying.
Huangmao is a racing driver with a wide circle of friends. Many of his friends have sent him messages or called him directly to greet him. Among them, there seemed to be a few friends from abroad. Huangmao spoke all in English. This news has actually spread abroad.
Xiaoying was making a video call with a friend to report that she was safe, and her face looked a little worried.
Nian Yu was also replying to the message. Hong Conghua said that her Weibo had been tagged and all her friends who were artists in the circle were awake. They asked her what the police were investigating and how she knew about it.
The only one who is relatively quiet may be Herbisk. Bai Jinshu probably thinks that it is because he is a returnee and most of his friends are in the business circle and do not pay attention to this kind of news.
The staff were walking around in the hall. Some of them came over to ask if they needed water and poured six cups of warm water for everyone.
Bai Jinshu took a few sips of water from the cup and saw that this big shot in the economic circle was staring at the screen and frowning.
"What's wrong?" he asked proactively.
"Have you read the words on it?" the boss pointed at the screen.
What word?
During this period, there were more passers-by than fans in the live broadcast room, and the topics discussed were all related to the murder case. It seemed a bit foolish to interact with the live broadcast under such circumstances, so everyone tacitly ignored the barrage and turned to search for information on the Internet.
What did the barrage say?
Bai Jinshu raised his head and looked at the barrage.
The discussion in the barrage was still heated, and a few of them immediately attracted his attention.
[I went to ask my classmates and they came back. They said that their entire security team had been called over and it was definitely not suicide.]
[Sisters will visit again and report again. 】
[I am a man...]
[Male sisters, please come back and report back, quick! ]
[Uh... Also, my classmate said something a little weird, can I talk about it here? ]
【Tell me now! Don’t keep me in suspense! 】
[What's going on? Is there a corpse resurrecting in the middle of the night? Is the deceased appearing in a dream? ]
[No, let me make it clear that I am not spreading rumors. I am just relaying this statement. Please don’t report me later.]
[My friend said that because their hotel is a high-end resort, there are surveillance cameras at the front door. His colleagues from the security team checked the surveillance and said they saw a ghost.]
[No outsider entered the room from beginning to end, but around the time of death, the two people had just left the room through the main door. It was completely unknown where they went back and were killed.]
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