After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Chapter 108 Am I Weak?
Of course, Yuan Yi refused to disclose the trigger key words of his golden finger, but everyone's bad ideas can't be suppressed, and they have to guess the words one by one to achieve their goals.

Yan Cheng: "Laughing? Laughing, smiling all over your face?"

His voice is calm and steady, but the tears have not been wiped away, and his eyelashes are still a little wet. No matter what he says, he looks like a fragile beauty pretending to be strong.

Zhong Jiuyin glanced at him with his eyes turned, and listened to Ai Yuanyuan happily follow his sentence to the second guess.

"Sing? Sing loudly, sing for youth?"

Yuan Yi shook his head.

Zhong Jiuyin stroked his eyebrows, and answered a similar sentence: "Screaming? Shouting, screaming?"

Everyone used parallelism, Liang knew it was hard to fall, so he guessed: "Run? Run fast, run around?"

"Neither, don't waste time guessing, let's follow the plot." Yuan Yi didn't want to be guessed, so he quickly interrupted their guesses, pushing each other with one hand and urging them to get back to the topic.

"Ai Yuanyuan's plot went wrong. We have to think carefully about the key characters and key clues in the follow-up. Time waits for no one. It's better to end as soon as possible."

He recommended Liang Zhi and Zhong Jiuyin.

Yan Cheng's coffee position is too big, there is a natural sense of distance between them, Yuan Yi does not dare to joke and make small moves casually.

Ai Yuanyuan is a girl, and she is too embarrassed to push and pull if she is not very familiar with her. Zhong Jiuyin is different, her hair is all casual, and she is the best person to joke and deal with.

Yuan Yi gently pushed her, and she leaned back slightly, as if being pushed by him.

The gesture of clasping her hands remained the same, and she said slowly, "There's another store after escaping this village. Anyway, you can always guess it. The program team can't come out with a cheat that can't be activated, right?"

He didn't know why, but his heart was full of joy like opening sparkling water, and he said with a smile, "Sister Yin, let me go, it's bad luck to draw this golden finger—"

With a slightly drawn out voice, as if begging for mercy, Zhong Jiuyin accepted this, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows at him: "It doesn't matter to me that you are unlucky, as long as I am not unlucky."

The atmosphere of their chatting and laughing was so harmonious, Liang Zhi was also pushed by Yuan Yi, and couldn't find a chance to intervene.

But it was good not to interrupt, and he didn't want to talk too much.but someone else...

Liang Zhi glanced at Yan Cheng, then quickly looked away.

There was no other expression on Yan Cheng's face, and he didn't look at Zhong Jiuyin and Yuan Yi. He was walking normally, and when he encountered a fake corpse blocking the way, he would lower his eyes, then step over and continue walking.

It's normal, but Liang Zhi always felt that the corners of his inner lips might be pursed tightly in displeasure.

"It's true that everyone is wearing a mask. I don't know if the murderer has one. The mask should be a clue." Ai Yuanyuan said walking beside Yan Cheng.

Her mind is all on the game, compared to the other four, it can be said to be very pure, and she doesn't think about things.

You should listen more to what the variety show technicians say. Hearing this, Zhong Jiuyin lowered her head to look at the masks of the dummy corpses around her, and patted Yuan Yi's arm to make him take it back.

Yuan Yi stopped, he was a head taller than Zhong Jiuyin, protruding from behind her, his chin seemed to be resting on her shoulder, even more so from front to back.

In fact, another person can stand in the gap between two people.

"What is that corpse in the middle holding?"

Zhong Jiuyin squatted down, picked up the thing with two fingers, shook it, then wiped the "blood" on the dummy's clothes, and shook it under the light.

Yan Cheng squatted down beside her, slightly bent his index finger to hold the thing under it, looked at it and said, "Communicator."

The "blood" on the communicator was not completely wiped off, and his hands were stained with red spots, and the red spots were very obvious on the slender and clean fingertips.

"This person is a staff member on the cruise ship," Yan Cheng said, then turned the communicator again, looked at the "captainmaster" label on it, and continued, "It's the captain..."

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him, shook the communicator, hit his knuckles, and made him let go.

Yan Cheng's voice paused, he glanced at her, then let go of his obedience and continued:

"The captain is the highest administrative officer of the cruise ship and will attend social events on board so that passengers can get to know him better."

Ai Yuanyuan thought seriously: "So the captain is also dead. But what clues does his death bring us? Let us find this communicator?"

Yuan Yi guessed: "It may also be that we want to confirm that the people on the cruise ship have died and only five of us are left, and then confirm that the murderer is indeed among us."

Ai Yuanyuan retorted: "What's the use of confirming this now? It should just let us discover the communicator."

"Not necessarily... right?" Liang Zhi whispered, "Actually, I don't think there is any need for the murderer to pretend to be a good person among us. There are only a few people left after killing, and there is no police. The situation is not threatening at all."

Zhong Jiuyin shifted his gaze to him, staring until Liang Zhi's scalp became tense and he was about to stutter.

"What, what? Do you have any questions?"

"No," she threw the communicator to Yuan Yi, wiped the red liquid from her finger on the corpse's clothes, and raised her chin again, "It makes sense, continue."

Her posture was like that of a bandit leader, Liang Zhi continued honestly.

"In this case, the murderer pretends to be a good person and doesn't want to be discovered, perhaps because we are a threat to him. Even if he wants to kill the grass, he can't directly suppress the other four people with force.

So we can only pretend to be a good person to sow discord, choose a scapegoat, let us force that person to death together, and reduce the threat to him in terms of numbers. "

Zhong Jiuyin looked him up and down: "It's kind of smart."

It is also slightly inferior to her stunning genius.

Liang Zhi smiled embarrassedly.

Yan Cheng was thoughtful: "If this is the case, then the murderer's strength should not be high, or very weak, and there should not be much suspicion so far."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhong Jiuyin.

Zhong Jiuyin immediately turned her head: "What are you looking at me for? Am I weak?"

While talking, he rolled up his cuffs, showing off his muscles and strength.

Yan Cheng: "...You are not weak, but the character you drew is very weak."

Although he thinks that the random identity is really not suitable, their roles should be reversed, and her image is obviously more suitable for the profession of chef.

The chef shakes the spoon, she swings the pan.

Of course Zhong Jiuyin didn't admit it: "Why are painters so weak? What if the field of painting I'm involved in requires strength?"

Yan Cheng showed a willingness to hear more about it: "For example, what field?"

"...There are too many fields, so I won't explain them one by one here."

Yan Cheng didn't let her go: "If you can't sum it up, you can show it. To be invited to paint a ball feast on a cruise ship, it should be realistic? Oil painting?"

She rolled her eyes and found another reason: "There is no tool, so I can't show it."

"That's a pity, I didn't have the chance to see your painting that required a lot of effort." Yan Cheng gave her a deep look.

She waved her hand perfunctorily: "Just regret it in your heart. Anyway, I am a good person, this is the truth. Also, there are obviously weaker people here—"

She fixed her eyes on Liang Zhi like a wolf.

(End of this chapter)