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

Chapter 117 Cobweb
Ai Yuanyuan was so questioned that she almost couldn't control her expression, so she casually found a direction given by Yan Cheng and continued.

"I figured it out, the font of the invitation letter is black."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head to Uehara Yasushi, hoping that the game would continue and overshadow this.

But Yuan Yi didn't rush to answer, but looked at her meaningfully.

"It turns out that you really don't have an invitation letter. The font is dark red, which is the same color as the wax print."

Ai Yuanyuan: "..."

She pursed her lips in annoyance.

"Do you want to continue?" Yuan Yi asked.

"Go," Ai Yuanyuan looked at Zhong Jiuyin and said, "If the murderer is one of the people who didn't have an invitation letter, then I must not be the only one, because I'm not the murderer. A writer is a coward at best."

Zhong Jiuyin made an indifferent expression, and when Yuan Yi finished talking about the characteristics, she didn't even have to think about it, and said without any hesitation: "On the paper of the invitation letter, you can feel the slight protrusion of the font, which is very subtle, but you can still feel it with your heart." come out."

Yuan Yi: "...Sister Yin, don't go too far."

Yan Cheng glanced at her through Liang Zhi in the middle: "It's as if you touched it with your own hands. I'm afraid there is no such specific description in the text, and it would be decent to make it up out of thin air."

She shrugged slightly, since she has an accomplice anyway, it doesn't matter if she can't continue playing this aggressive game.

One more lap at the end, everyone knows the result.

Yan Cheng concluded: "Zhong Jiuyin and Ai Yuanyuan didn't have an invitation letter, and they just hang out on the cruise ship to eat and drink."

Yuan Yi added: "And they may have mixed in here to choose masks, and then they were discovered by the captain. There was a dispute between the two sides, and someone killed the captain."

"Passionate killing," Liang Zhi pushed on his glasses, looking like a pure scholar, "maybe at first he was just angry at the captain's sarcasm, belittling her, and getting emotional, so he killed him. Only after the killing did he realize what he had done, In a panic, um... in order not to let those frightened people run out to expose her, I just killed more people..."

The more he talked, the more he stumbled, everyone was quite familiar with him, and before he stopped, they rushed him to continue.

"Well, then what?"

"Where's Chris?"

It was Yan Cheng and Zhong Jiuyin's voices colliding again.

Liang Zhi looked at the two of them, one was fine, and the corner of the other's lips twitched slightly, because he had noticed their unusualness earlier, he just looked at them like this and felt that there was an invisible and intangible silk thread between them ——

Like two walls connected by a very thin spider web under the eaves.

"Well... Chris..." He organized his words, starting from Zhong Jiuyin's question, "Maybe when Chris went out to look for roses, the captain had already been killed, but there were too many people, and not everyone was aware of it. The murderer solved it." The others changed to a bigger murder weapon, although they noticed that Chris had left the crowd, but in order to avoid losing the bigger picture, they still dealt with the others first, and then waited for Chris to come back."

"It makes sense," Yan Cheng pointed to Zhong Jiuyin and Ai Yuanyuan, and asked him, "Then who do you think is the murderer?"

Liang Zhi muttered, unable to answer for a long time.

"Hey, don't confuse the public." Ai Yuanyuan said with a smile.

The dimples on both sides of her lips are intoxicatingly sweet, as long as she smiles, she is very cute, and no matter what she says, people will automatically soften their hearts.

"We just didn't have an invitation letter, which doesn't mean it's the murderer. Didn't we also analyze that the dancer hiding alone is probably the murderer? And the chef, the suspect is the biggest. The musician is not necessarily a good person, and I can't explain why he didn't arrive on time. Ballroom playing."

After all, everyone has one or two suspicions. It seems that anyone can be the murderer, and maybe no one is the murderer.

"Then let's continue with the plot," Yan Cheng said, "I have a hunch that the focus of the subsequent plot will be on our character design. It is also a very useful clue to speculate from the character's personality and motivation."

"Also, we haven't found the murder weapon and the mask. Those are two important clues."

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him.

How could he have such a premonition?Why didn't she?
Thinking about it carefully, now that the plot has progressed to the point where it is discovered that the painters and writers are here to eat and drink. According to the voice left by the captain, the people on the cruise ship should be very rude and disgusted with stowaways like them.

So should the chef?The dancer is as proud as a male peacock, and probably is.

What about the musicians?If it was the same dislike, then they would probably quarrel.

Once a quarrel arises, you can scold anything, and it is not impossible to slander the other party, and it is not impossible to greet family members.

Ah, then the follow-up plot is indeed likely to be about the characters' personalities and experiences.

Yes, she is also very smart, she can think of what Yan Cheng can think of, but it takes a long time to react.

It's a late bloomer.

After thinking about it, she raised her hand again, waiting for them to use key words to set the plot prompt.

"...When they asked about the invitation letter, they realized that the delicate, elegant and arrogant painters, as well as the timid and fearful writers, all sneaked up here to prostitute, eat, drink and entertain."

"The dancer immediately avoided the painter and looked at her with complicated eyes. The chef snorted heavily, and the corner of his mouth pulled out a mocking arc."

"The two protected ladies were isolated in an instant, and the painter looked at them in a panic. The musician didn't want to believe that such a beautiful woman could be a cruel murderer, and asked in amazement:..."

It's time for Yuan Yi's special session.

He had an answer in mind, but when he turned to ask the question, he didn't dare to meet Zhong Jiuyin's eyes directly, and his gaze fell politely outside her eyes.

"Ask in doubt..."

"Didn't you say that a friend invited you up? It turned out to be fake?"

It was almost the same, he thought for a while, and added more: "But as a painter, why do you need to do this? It should be no problem to get an invitation letter openly."

Asked so much that Zhong Jiuyin wanted to answer him.

After Yuan Yi finished speaking, those doggy eyes turned away, wandered around twice, and looked at her again.

I want to see it, but I am too embarrassed to look more.

Yan Cheng could see clearly with cold eyes, his eyes fell on the void in front of him, he didn't know what he was thinking.

The broadcast judgment was quick: "Additional plot loading... The original plot conforms to 80.00%. Eighty gold coins will be rewarded."

With a personal income of eighty, his number of gold coins has increased, surpassing Liang Zhi of the same level.

"Now Yuan Yi is second, right? Maybe he can surpass Zhong Jiuyin with the plot." Ai Yuanyuan was a little envious.

But looking at the people next to her, she sighed again: "Brother Yan Cheng has the fewest gold coins now. The rules of the snatching session are really perverted, and clearing is too cruel."

Yan Cheng didn't think so.

"Until the snatching link, anyone may be the last one."

Normally, his expression and tone are quite cold, and this kind of advanced posture seems to be very easy to handle, as if he doesn't care if there are plot gold coins in his account.

"Yuan Yi provided an idea. Maybe painters and writers, or even everyone, have false identities. Painters are not painters, and they may not be doing business properly..."

"Don't look down on people," Zhong Jiuyin said fiercely, "I'm a painter, I'm a professional painter, and I have a bright future."

Yan Cheng turned to take a good look at her: "Oh? How to prove it?"

　Yan Cheng's drawing has been laser designed, minimalist style, which is pretty good, Jiuyin's has not yet found a suitable artist to accept the order.I want to make an appointment with something good-looking, even if I don’t engage in activities, I can make some peripherals for my own collection

　　It’s just hard to find someone. Every time I can’t find my wives, I lie in bed and dream: If I am a painting/art artist, the paintings are perfect and the paintings are perfect, and everyone who sees my works will point to the paintings and shout excitedly "It's so beautiful! It's so beautiful! There are such beautiful works in the world. I feel my soul has been sublimated just by looking at them!"

　　When will that day come, alas (cheek resting)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)