Life Dungeon Game

Luo Luo glanced at He Ao, slowly stood up, and walked back to her compartment.

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"Brother Hao Yi, I believe in you. We will definitely find the truth."

Lin Chichi sat down next to He Ao and clenched her fist.

He Ao glanced at her feigned strength and bewildered face, and smiled, "A little scared?"

"without,"

Lin Chichi first shook her head, then glanced hesitantly at He Ao, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded gently, "Brother is a very reassuring person. If only I hadn't met brother in this kind of environment."

She and He Ao were at most casual acquaintances. She simply chose to side with He Ao, but if He Ao really was a serial killer, then she had essentially sent herself to her death.

Fear is a normal thing.

"It's okay. Everything will be fine."

He Ao smiled and then said slowly, "If you don't know what to do, you can go back to your room and rest for a while."

"it is good."

Lin Chichi glanced at the dazzling coastline outside the window and nodded gently.

She got up and walked thoughtfully towards the compartment, but halfway there, as if she had figured something out, she suddenly ran back, took out a small wooden dolphin statue, handed it to He Ao, and smiled.

"I don't think I have anything to leave behind. This is a souvenir I bought for my family. If I die, I'll have to trouble my brother to bring it back to Nandu for me."

"Aren't you going to tell me the address?"

He Ao smiled and put the statue away.

"I believe my brother can find it."

Lin Chichi smiled, her steps seemed much lighter, and she jogged back to her compartment.

He Ao looked at Jin Ya. The discussion had been conducted in the Chinese language, so Jin Ya hadn't understood a word and looked completely bewildered.

If Ruti also speaks the language of Tiya, this guy won't give up on winning over Kimya.

He thought for a moment and briefly translated what had just happened to Jin Ya.

I'm experiencing a bit of writer's block. I'll see if I can write more tomorrow and wrap up the game's story. It wasn't supposed to be a long story, but I've managed to write for so long.

Chapter 409 The Second Death (Long Chapter, Seeking Subscriptions, Favorites, and Monthly Subscriptions)

After listening to He Ao's account, Jin Ya paused for a moment, seemingly lost in a kind of mental breakdown.

After a while, she said softly,

“I don’t know if what he said is true, whether he is sincere or slandering me. I have no way to prove that you are a good person, nor can I prove that you are a bad person. From my personal feelings, I am willing to believe you.”

This means that, in the absence of evidence from either side, she would tend to support He Ao.

The opinion is somewhat neutral.

Of course, He Ao never expected that Jin Ya would support him unconditionally. Jin Ya clearly had her own thoughts. Although she looked a bit dull, she wasn't stupid.

He Ao and Jin Ya exchanged some more clues, but there was no progress. Their conversation ended when Jin Ya pointed to the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) on the table and asked He Ao, "Can I try some?"

The temperature inside the carriage was kept relatively constant, and although the group hadn't had much time to chat, the steam from the xiaolongbao had already dissipated considerably.

He Ao reached out and touched the xiaolongbao to feel it slightly. "How about another basket? This one is getting a little cold."

"No need, I'm just trying some. I can't finish too much."

Jin Ya looked at the steamed buns, thought for a moment, and walked towards the food pick-up area.

After a while, she came back with two forks.

She handed Heo a fork.

"Thanks,"

He Ao casually forked a xiaolongbao and put it in his mouth. The xiaolongbao was not completely cold yet, still a little warm, and the taste was not much affected.

As the juicy freshness burst into her mouth, Kim Ah gazed at the dazzling coastline through the car window, lost in thought.

Why did the murderer not kill anyone that time?

Why was Luo Luo so certain that she doubted herself?

Why must Ruoti jump out so calmly?

What if he is the murderer?

Yes, that would be too conspicuous and would attract everyone's attention. If I were really the murderer, it would be very difficult to be exposed.

However, this also excludes me from doing the opposite.

Jin Ya frowned slightly.

Why would you use the excuse of props to accuse yourself of being the murderer?

Yes, I did not explicitly say who the murderer was. I only said that I know who killed passenger number seven.

I just glanced at myself as I said that.

Kong Qi walked to the end of the carriage and looked at the vast moon through the huge viewing window.

In that context, people with a habitual way of thinking would assume that Ruoti was accusing Jin Ya of being the murderer.

But what if that statement was addressed to someone present, not to everyone else?

That guy looks reckless, but he's not stupid.

However, there is still no reasonable explanation for my actions; by doing so, I essentially exposed myself as a vulnerable individual to the murderer.

Just like Kim Ah stood up and became a troublemaker.

But if my tool can reveal who the murderer is, how can I guarantee that I won't die?

Something is still missing.

There must be nothing that has been overlooked.

Kong Qi rubbed his temples.

Heavy footsteps sounded in front of me.

Luo Luo, who had returned to the food truck, glanced at Jin Ya, who was standing at the back of the truck deep in thought, then hurriedly walked to a window.

He seemed to have fallen into deep thought.

By then, Yang De had already finished his large steamed buns quickly and chewed them thoroughly. You went to the food counter, ordered a glass of milk, and then hurriedly returned to your seat.

During that process, you happened to pass by Luo Luo's side.

Luo Luo turned her head and glanced at the person in front of her.

However, did you see Yang De's face before? Your line of sight is blocked from top to bottom, in the middle.

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You looked up at your toes.

After a moment of hesitation, you followed Yang De and sat down next to him.

"Ok?"

Kong Qi looked at you with suspicion.

“You…” Luo Luo said loudly, then looked away from Yang De’s chest and shook her head, “I forgot that he understands Chinese.”

"Ugh···"

You sighed and rested your chin on your hand as you pondered.

Yang De looked at you with a puzzled expression, seemingly not quite understanding what was happening.

boom--

After a while, Luo Luo noticed a glass of milk placed in front of her. She looked up and saw Yang De smiling at her.

Yang De raised his hand, pointed to the milk, made a gesture of holding a cup and drinking water, then pointed to his chest and smiled.

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The man guessed what he was about to say!

Luo Luo blushed, but she still firmly held the milk cup.

"Is it really ineffective...?"

You dislike drinking milk.

But he still picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Time passed second by second, and Yang De and Luo Luo were the first to return to their cubicle.

Jin Ya was the only one left in the huge food truck.

I turned my head and stared at the empty milk glass.

Perhaps, no one died during the process of passing through the tunnel.

A piercing alarm suddenly sounded, and Kim Ah composed herself and hurried toward her compartment.

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bang bang-

A very faint knock sounded on the door.

Ruoti hurriedly opened the cubicle door, only to find it empty. Looking up, she saw a large white object folded into a heart lying quietly behind her door.

I bent down, picked up the item, and unfolded it layer by layer. There wasn't a single thin strip of paper on the outside; instead, deep red printed text was revealed.

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Kong Qi walked through the door at the connection point and back to the compartment. When I returned, I happened to see Ruoti hurriedly closing the compartment door.

The two exchanged a glance, and Ruoti gave me a provocative smile before closing the cubicle door.