The queen of poisonous milk in the entertainment industry

Chapter 469 Huaguo Supernova Fifth Phase 12
The curtain on the stage fell amid the background music, and everyone returned to the backstage. This is one of the few times in the stage play where actors can rest.

Yi Chunnuan has already received the bento, and Liu Yixiang also received the bento.

Including Bai Yiyi and Jin Zhiyong, four of the ten people have received bento boxes.

"Okay, then I don't have to be nervous, and I don't have to be afraid of forgetting words."

"Of course, you must think so." Jin Zhiyong had already made up his mind in the background. No matter how he looked at it, he should already be on the elimination list.

So when he heard Yi Chunnuan's words, he immediately choked.

"You know why you're sitting here being so pissed off? Because you didn't give it your all on stage, that's why you're in this situation.

You have such energy, why didn't you rehearse and figure out the role well before?Even if he didn't know that so many people would be eliminated before, he should know that competition has never retreated. "Yi Chunnuan raised his eyebrows, it's really ugly. After seeing Wu Sitong, he felt that other people are really rubbish.

Her opponent, Yi Chunnuan looked at Wu Sitong, and then at Zuoqiu Yibai.

The character Zuoqiu Yibai drew this time was not very compatible with his own personality and appearance, but this did not mean that he could be ignored.

It is true that his performance was not as good as in the previous games. This time it seemed that there was nothing outstanding, but from another perspective, this also means that his performance is no problem.

He overcame his own conditions and made the Longbottom he performed without any sense of disobedience.

Jin Zhiyong didn't reflect on himself when he heard Yi Chunnuan's words. Instead, he felt angrily that if Yi Chunnuan hadn't relied on a good company, how could he have gone smoothly?
But having already said this, he can't continue to say anything, or he is not angry.

5 minutes backstage, hours later on stage.

The curtain opened again.

Three candles were lit in the room.

Tang Lawrence, Wu Weila, William Xia, Zuo Longbottom and Wang Armstrong sat without saying a word. Wang Armstrong was dirty and disheveled.

Longbottom on the left is sitting in the chair on the right in the center of the stage, Wang Armstrong is sitting on the sofa on the right, Tom Lawrence is sitting on the sofa on the left, Vera Wu is sitting on the fireplace surround, William Xia is in front of the left.

Now and then they took quick peeks at each other.

Wu Weila looked at Wang Armstrong; William Xia looked at Zuo Longbottom; Zuo Longbottom looked at Tom Lawrence;

Tang Lawrence looked at everyone in turn, but most of the time he stared long and speculatively at Wu Weila.

There was silence in the room for several minutes.

Then Zuo Longbottom spoke, and the slightly teasing loud voice made everyone jump up in surprise.

Half of Longbottom's face was in the candlelight, and the other half was in the shadow of the candlelight, "Five little Indian boys sat in a row silently, looking at each other and waiting to attack, only four remained out of five."

Everyone was taken aback, thinking there was something wrong, but he suddenly laughed, "This is the latest version of nursery rhymes!"

Then Zuoqiu Yibai proposed to play a game to ease the atmosphere under everyone's condemning eyes, that is, guess A suspects B; B suspects C and so on.

Xia William undoubtedly suspected Zuo Longbottom, because Zuo Longbottom suddenly said that he had lost his pistol.

The two argued that Wang Armstrong didn't want to participate in this farce at all, he just wanted to do something useful.

For example, he lit a fire to keep warm, and he collapsed while talking, yelling that they were all going to die.

"Poor Louise—what's her name—is it Chris? Doctor, did you send her to a dead end because of nervousness?" Zuoqiu Yibai had no choice but to change the subject. The individual did not say what exactly was the issue with their alleged murder, the doctor being one of them.

So Wang Armstrong talked about the accusation. He didn't hide it, but directly said that he killed the patient on the operating table because of alcoholism.

Because of this, he turned his career to the study of neurological diseases.

Wang Armstrong also pointed out that Xia William's police status is very suspicious. After all, he said everything by himself, and he pretended to be a South African rich man before.

Zuo Longbottom didn't think William Xia had the brains to do all of this, and he also didn't think the doctor would be Owen, because the doctor wasn't brave enough.

Wu Weila, on the other hand, has always looked good in both guessing and courage, and even showed extraordinary composure, but Zuo Longbottom believes that Wu Weila will choose to kill like this unless there is a strong reason.

So he doubted the judge even more.

The person Wu Weila suspects is of course a doctor. Whether it is poison, sleeping pills, or syringes, they all seem to have something to do with doctors.

And the judge didn't seem particularly suspicious of anyone, he was more suspicious of everyone.

The terrifying atmosphere continued, and Tom Lawrence expressed his opinion.

"I firmly believe that we are taking the only measures that are feasible at this time.

As long as we all stay together, within sight of each other, there will be no chance of a repeat of the chain of tragedies that have occurred—must—impossible.

We've all been investigated, too.

So, we know everyone here doesn't have guns or props with them.

And no one had cyanide or any other lethal drug on hand.If we just stayed with each other, like I said, watching each other, nothing would happen. "

"But we can't go on like this--we're going to eat--we're going to--"

William Xia nodded in agreement, "That's exactly what I want to say."

Tom Lawrence looked at everyone, "Obviously, the only chance for the murderer is for one of us to escape. So as long as we prevent this, we are all safe."

But hunger will not be diverted by human willpower, Xia Weilian left to find something to eat.

A gust of wind blows - the curtains rustle.

"I really want to know what happened to the bathroom curtain? It's the one that Ann Rogers couldn't find." Wu Weila walked to the center of the stage.

Left Longbottom also looked very confused, "Even with the wildest imagination, I can't figure out what a murderer would do with that kind of scarlet oil silk curtain."

Wu Weila went on to say, "Something seems to be missing. Miss Brent just lost a ball of woolen thread."

"In other words, this murderer, whether male or female, is still a kleptomaniac!"

"What does the nursery rhyme say next? 'Five little Indian boys—'"

"Get into a lawsuit, get involved in a lawsuit until you die—"

Wu Weila didn't quite understand how to achieve this, "Is it going to the big court, but how can it be achieved? Of course, unless—"

She looked at Tom Lawrence.

Tom Lawrence nodded. "Exactly, my dear lady. That's why I'm sitting here today."

Left Longbottom's suspicion of the judge did not diminish at all, "Ha! But I assume you are playing the role of the murderer, not the victim."

Tom Lawrence defended, saying, "Boxers can also be victims."

Left Longbottom shrugged towards Wu Weila, "We may start a scuffle. My dear, it seems that you can be excluded."

"That horrible nursery rhyme. It keeps replaying in my mind over and over again. I don't think I'll forget it until I die," Wu Weila realized what she said, and looked around at the others.

"Mr. William Xia has been out for a long time."

"I guess he was captured by the vicious big bad wolf." Longbottom continued to joke with black humor.

Tom Lawrence didn't think it was funny at all, "Colonel Left Longbottom, I begged you before to temper your weird sense of humor."

"I'm sorry, sir. It's definitely a sign of being overwrought."

William Xia came back with a pack of biscuits.

Tang Lawrence got up and took the biscuit barrel, opened it, and asked others to search William Xia for anything else.

Not finding anything on William Xia, everyone started to eat the biscuits brought back by William Xia, but Wu Weila had no appetite.

Although she has never been hysterical or collapsed, she is not in a good state. What Wu Sitong is showing here is a kind of calmness that is not right.

This kind of "calmness" made her thinking more active, which was more conducive to analyzing the current situation, but it also made her lose her appetite, and she was out of state for things other than survival and catching the murderer.

William Xia suddenly wanted to smoke while eating biscuits, and Wu Weila had nothing to do if she didn't eat biscuits. In order not to let herself think wildly, she said that there were cigarettes in her luggage, and she just went upstairs to get them.

So Wu Sitong took the candle and left.

A few people on the stage were chatting while eating cookies, and suddenly there was a blood-curdling scream from above, which was extremely terrifying, followed by a heavy "bang".

It was Wu Weila's voice. In the case of a power outage, the four men stood up together.

Left Longbottom grabbed the candle.

The candle William Xia took from the fireplace.

The four rushed to the left door and went out one by one. Zuo Longbottom and William Xia went out first, Wang Armstrong followed closely behind, and Tom Lawrence moved a little slowly because of his age.

As soon as Left Longbottom and William Xia went out, the stage went dark, and Tom Lawrence had not yet reached the door.

There was an uproar behind the stage.

Immediately afterwards, on stage, Tom Lawrence yelled, "Who is it?"

A shot went off.

In the darkness, there was the sound of chaotic walking on the stage, and the same noise sounded from behind the stage; then the sound behind the stage faded away—and then from far to near.

The hearts of the audience and judges were immediately raised.

Then William Xia cursed, and Wang Armstrong's voice rang out.

Wu Weila stumbled to open the door, "Philip, Philip, where are you? I can't find you."

Left Longbottom came in from another door, "I'm here."

"Why don't we light candles? It's too dark in here. People don't know where they are. They don't know where others are." There was only sound and darkness on the stage.

"It's all about the damn wind upstairs—blew out all the candles. There, I found a lighter."

Then he lit the candles in the hands of himself and Wu Weila, and sat on the left sofa.

The stage lights up.

"Where's Dr. Wang Armstrong?"

Wang Armstrong's voice came from the hall, "I'm looking for matches!"

"Forget the matches—get some more candles."

Only then did Wu Weila feel relieved, "Scared me to death——directly to my throat—"

Left Longbottom asked, "What happened?"

"The window in my room was open and the candle blew out as soon as I opened the door.

Then a long strand of seaweed came down my throat.

It was pitch black all around, and I thought I would be strangled to death by that wet hand! "

"No wonder you yelled."

"Who hung the water plants there?" Wu Sitong's voice was full of confusion.

"I don't know. But once I find out who did it, I'm sure he won't be able to eat it!"

Wang Armstrong quietly returned to the stage through the door Zuoqiu Yibai came in.

Wu Weila heard the movement, turned her head and said sharply, "Who is it?"

"Miss Cresson, don't be afraid, it's me." Wang Armstrong said.

William Xia also came from the hall, "We are here."

When Xia Weilian lit the candle, a gleam of light came in through the crack of the door.

He came in with a candle in his hand, and went to the right, "Who fired just now?"

Wu Weila got up to the left of the center of the stage, turned around and screamed.

In the candlelight that could be seen by the candle in Xia William's hand, Tom Lawrence sat upright on the lounge chair by the window, and the red curtain of oiled silk cloth hung over his shoulders.

The wig of gray wool was worn on his head.

There was a round dark wound in the center of his forehead, from which red blood flowed out.

The men stood dumbfounded.

Wu Weila couldn't bear it anymore, she screamed like a stretched rubber band finally reached its limit.

Wang Armstrong cheered up, motioned everyone to stand back, walked to Tom Lawrence and bent down to check, then straightened up.

Wang Armstrong held his breath. "He's dead—was shot in the head—"

Wu Weila leaned against the window on the left rear, "I was entangled in lawsuits until I died—now there are only four of us left—"

Different from the previous tone, this time Wu Sitong's lines were trembling more.

Wang Armstrong heard that Wu Weila's words were wrong, "Miss Cresson."

Same goes for Left Longbottom, "Vera."

Wu Weila couldn't calm down anymore, another person died, but the murderer hid it well, she didn't know when she would die, and she didn't know who would die next!
"You guys got me out of here.

You want me to go upstairs for cigarettes.

You hang the seaweed there—

You did this so that you could kill that poor helpless old man in the dark.

You crazy people—you three—you crazy people! "

Her voice was low and full of fear, "That's why you want that red curtain and wool.

Everything was planned in advance—planned a long time ago—just to—oh my God, get me out of here—”

Wu Sitong shook his head, as if he couldn't believe what happened now.

She slowly approached the door on the left and rushed out, when——, the sound of the door closing.

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(End of this chapter)