Cen Cen looked at the empty bed, feeling a little anxious, "Is there still no clue..." She turned to look at Shang Sirui, "Sirui, what should I do now?"

Shang Sirui sighed, "Let's wait for the execution to vote later," he took out his phone, and the countdown for the vote was displayed on the screen, "There are thirteen minutes left."

"Who will we vote for? Or the previous one?"

Shang Sirui bulged his mouth and frowned, like a child who had not grabbed candy. "Sister Cen Cen, you won't be convinced by Xi Qing so quickly. Do you really think Ziheng will be a killer? Anyway, I don't think that Ziheng's various performances don't look like a villain, let alone he is a top student, so it's normal for him to have a clear idea and solve problems quickly? What we have to do now is to vote out the most likely person as soon as possible."

Cen Cen hesitated for a while and asked uncertainly, "Then let's go and lobby Ziheng and join us?"

Shang Sirui shook his head, "Forget it, Ziheng has been with Xi Qing all the way, and he may not necessarily listen to our votes. Ruan Xiao had already agreed with us before that if we voted for all three votes..." Suddenly, he heard some sound, so he gently opened the door of the wardrobe, and Ruan Xiao's voice came from another room.

"Okay, I'll join you with Ziheng."

Xia Xiqing's voice also appeared.

"Believe me, he must have a problem."

Hearing the footsteps of the two people approaching, Shang Sirui quickly retreated a little. Xia Xiqing and Ruan Xiao walked out of the closet and saw Shang Sirui and Cen Cen standing by the bed being moved away. Xia Xiqing spoke, "Have you found any useful clues?"

Shang Sirui lamented, "No...I feel I can't find it."

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows and gave Ruan Xiao a wink, "Then I'll go find Ziheng first. Do you want to join us?"

Ruan Xiao looked at Cen Cen, and Cen Cen also looked at her and winked at her. Ruan Xiao's face showed a little hesitation, "I... I'll be here for the first time."

The expression on Shang Sirui's face was obviously much relaxed.

Seeing that the three of them had no intention of leaving, Xia Xiqing breathed a sigh of relief. He left the female painter's room with a calm expression and thoughtfully brought the door to them.

If Xia Xiqing was not wrong, Shang Sirui and Cen Cen would definitely try their best to convince Ruan Xiao to vote for himself to be eliminated with them. During this period, Ruan Xiao and the two of them could free up time for him to find evidence.

Shang Sirui is not stupid, he will definitely find that his plan is failing. At that time, he will definitely "kill" Xia Xiqing in desperation because he is afraid that the matter will be exposed.

And this is exactly what Xia Xiqing wants. He wants to force this killer to use his only right to kill people, so that he will never pose a threat to Zhou Ziheng again.

The prerequisite is that he can really find evidence to prove Shang Sirui's identity to Zhou Ziheng before his death. Otherwise, with Zhou Ziheng's prejudice against him, he would probably not believe his own side words.

The living room was empty, and Xia Xiqing didn't know where Zhou Ziheng was now, and there was no time to know.

He took out his cell phone and looked at the countdown, and there were still eight minutes left.

Xia Xiqing, who was walking quickly towards Shang Sirui's original room, put his white shirt on his elbow, and after entering the door, he walked directly to the empty wall facing the camera, and confirmed again that the two nails were still there, and indeed there.

There must have been paintings here.

Xia Xiqing took down every piece of clothing in the wardrobe and threw it on the ground. The wardrobe suddenly became empty and there was nothing. Xia Xiqing tried to consider the problem by substituting Shang Sirui's ideas at that time.

Judging from the paintings in other rooms, the painting here should have been framed, unless he removed the frame, no, no, it would be too troublesome and there were no tools. Shang Sirui didn't even take out the medical records, so a large painting would be even more impossible.

Xia Xiqing looked around the whole room and must have been hidden in a corner of the room.

Where is it and where is it?

The situation was really tense, and Xia Xiqing felt sweaty in his palms.

He took a breath and tried to calm himself down. Standing in front of the closet, he carefully scanned the entire room. The room was not big, and there were not many places to hide a painting.

Carpet? Impossible. They stepped on it several times. Xia Xiqing lifted the carpet, but there was nothing. Under the round table? No, he still bent down and checked it. There was nothing on the back.

It won't be such an obvious place.

He walked to the cabinet beside the bed, opened all the drawers, and there were no paintings inside, and in fact he could not hold a painting.

Xia Xiqing's eyes finally stopped on the bed.

He suddenly thought that when they got the memo of picking up a pen, he proposed to move the bed away to check it out. Shang Sirui was reluctant at first.

Thinking of his expression at that time, Xia Xiqing was almost sure that there must be something wrong with the bed. He immediately pulled down all the bedding on the props and threw it on the ground one by one, leaving only the bare bed board.

No. Still not.

Impossible.

Xia Xiqing tried to apply to Shang Sirui's perspective again, recalling the details, the expressions on his face, and what he said.

The memory became blurred, and the only thing Xia Xiqing was sure of was that Shang Sirui was unwilling to move the bed away from him and Zhou Ziheng.

This shows that the "moving the bed" itself can easily reveal the paintings he hid.

He thought of a possibility that was almost impossible.

Xia Xiqing moved the bed alone. To be precise, it was not moving, but moving to the wall and lifted one side. This lightweight prop bed was easily placed on the ground by him, and the bed was against the wall, and the entire bottom of the bed was completely exposed in front of him.

As he expected, there was an oil painting under the bed, which was fixed in a hasty and hastily with wide tape.

The protagonist in this painting is a beautiful young man with long light brown hair, tightly wrapped by a banshee with a human face and beast body. The banshee's beautiful face looked up at the young man's serious eyes, and the two beastly claws clutched his chest tightly, with temptation in his eyes.

Xia Xiqing is very familiar with this painting. It is Gustav Morrow's "Oedipus and Sphinx".

Oedipus is almost one of the most prestigious and tragic figures in ancient Greek mythology.

He is kind and intelligent, full of the beauty of human nature, but he never escaped the oracle of father-killing in his life.

"Oedipus... kills his father..." Xia Xiqing frowned, and sure enough, he was deceived from the beginning.

This painting is the biggest clue that indicates killer's identity. The cheating father and the tense parents have no intention of giving him charity and care.

A well-behaved son who can only communicate with his father on notes is a low point when depression occurs.

When the manic disorder broke out, he killed his father who betrayed his family.

This plot was so real that Xia Xiqing felt uncomfortable, but the tension at the moment slightly diluted the physiological discomfort. He half-kneeled on the ground and tried to pull the tape to remove the painting, but it was so sticky that it was too tight that he only pulled off a few tapes after a lot of effort.

"Xi Qing? Where are you?"

It is Shang Sirui's voice.

Xia Xiqing's heartbeat was fast. He judged the urgency of the matter as quickly as possible and chose to give up pulling the painting away.

He can't only know about this, he must tell others. He originally planned to get this painting to Zhou Ziheng, who didn't believe him no matter what. With the strongest evidence, he would believe what he said. But now it's too late, just explain it to him directly.

He has not had much time, so Shang Sirui will definitely not be able to wait.

Before he kills himself, he must bet on Zhou Ziheng all his chances of winning.

Xia Xiqing immediately walked to the door of Shang Sirui and his original room, trying to try his luck to see if he is inside. If he is not there, it would be troublesome. Shang Sirui is already blocked in the living room.

As soon as he opened the door of the study, Xia Xiqing found that it was pitch black inside.

For a moment, he felt a strong sense of breathing and even felt dizzy.

He hesitated a little, his steps were stuck uncontrollably. The black room was like an endless black hole, dangerous and unknown. The sticky black seeped through the boundary between light and darkness, absorbed on his toes, his feet, and his calves, dragging him into it alive.

Very uncomfortable...

Xia Xiqing stretched out her hand and touched the light at the door of the room in panic, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed by her other hand. She pulled her a few steps and walked directly into the room. Xia Xiqing felt very uncomfortable, and even lost control of her emotions and wanted to swear. Just when he couldn't help but want to speak, the unreasonable person pushed him on the wall and covered his mouth.

"Shh. I found the clue and can go out..."

It was Zhou Ziheng's voice.

The excessive stress reaction made Xia Xiqing even forget to ask Zhou Ziheng why he knew it was him at the first time, and he could not see anything.

Outside the door, Si Rui's voice was getting closer and closer.

His mouth was covered and he couldn't speak, but Zhou Ziheng was strong, so Xia Xiqing had to bite his palm hard.

Zhou Ziheng let go of his hand in pain: "What are you doing?"

"I can't get out." Xia Xiqing leaned against the cold wall, gasping for breath, his voice a little hoarse.

In the darkness, he struggled to grop and grabbed Zhou Ziheng's hand, his voice was heavy and anxious, "Shang Sirui is killer, believe me, I definitely didn't lie to you this time."

He said this sentence quickly and panic. Zhou Ziheng's heartbeat suddenly became much faster and he hit his chest violently. He couldn't explain why, probably because he felt that Xia Xiqing in the dark was too unfamiliar.

Before I could say one more sentence or explain one more sentence, the familiar metallic sound came from the ceiling.

"Player Xia Xiqing dies. Player Xia Xiqing dies."

Repeated announcements of death hover overhead and spread in the darkness.

Although everything in his field of vision was endless black, Zhou Ziheng could feel that the cold hands that grabbed him were loosened, and his fingers gradually left the pulse of his wrists that was beating faster.
Chapter completed!