"you!"

Zhong Yirou quickly picked up the book on the ground and hugged it in her arms, looking in disbelief, "It's only the third day..."

Why are both of them so obsessed with the number of days?

"Yes." An Wujiu responded softly.

"Or?" Zhong Yirou walked up to him and suddenly noticed something keenly. She looked at An Wujiu's face, then turned her head to look at Chen Ti, "He has changed back to what you did to him last night!"

How did you find it?

An Wujiu also turned his head to look at Chen Ti.

"What do you think?" Chen Ti deliberately stretched out the hand he was being tortured and also brought out An Wujiu's left hand.

Zhong Yirou made a free hand to pinch her, but found that her nails were too long and it would hurt if they pinched them, so she gave up.

Seeing that she reacted so much, An Wujiu understood something after realizing it, and began to explain half a beat slowly, "You misunderstood..."

Chen Ti smiled and intercepted An Wujiu's words, "It's not what you thought, we are innocent, really."

The misunderstanding was not that big, but it seemed even more wrong when the explanation was explained.

"I believe, I believe." Zhong Yirou laughed dryly, trying hard to make herself not add to the scenes and actions they had not said.

"By the way, I almost forgot about the business." Zhong Yirou threw the book on the sofa on the porch and said to them, "I was here to call you just now. They are waiting in the conference room now."

An Wujiu immediately asked: "What happened last night?"

Zhong Yirou walked in front and took them out. After hearing this, she turned her head and said, "It's Christmas Eve so far, it's up to you two."

The people gathered in the conference room sat around an oval long table with different faces, and the heaviest one was Yang Ming.

An Wujiu noticed that the cult suspect Liu Chengwei was not here, perhaps because Yang Ming thought he was not worthy of appearing at all, or perhaps because he was afraid that he would meet An Wujiu.

After the three of them entered, Yang Ming's eyes were always locked on An Wujiu, and naturally they found the handcuffs between him and Shen Ti.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Ming's tone was unkind.

Chen Ti raised his hand connected to An Wujiu and confessed casually: "I went to his room last night."

Yang Ming frowned, "What are you doing in his room?"

"What else can I do?" Chen Ti smiled and pulled An Wujiu to sit on the remaining empty seat, with his hands on the table openly. "As for this cult, I am more and more scared as I think about it, I want to find someone to sleep with me."

"My room 7, last night I could only go to room 5 of An Wujiu or your room 1. I thought about it and went to your room. You must think that I am a cult and you are here to kill you. No, I'd better go to An Wujiu."

What he said was extremely inappropriate, and Yang Ming didn't believe it for a single word.

But An Wujiu spoke, "I asked."

Although he didn't know why he suddenly became so strange, like a complete evil person, since he had already given other people the impression that he was not easy to mess with, even if he came back politely, it would only increase his suspicion.

Having reached this point, I had to continue.

So An Wujiu tried hard to pretend that he was before, afraid of stuttering, so he could only slow down his speech, which gave people the illusion of being confident.

"I don't know why Chen Ti suddenly ran to my room. I guess he was suspicious of me. I was afraid that I would make any noise at night, so I exchanged a pair of handcuffs. He was worried and he copied them together. But this system was too unkind, and the keys had to be exchanged separately and were out of stock, so we could only tie them together like this."

“It’s that simple.”

After pretending, Chen Ti turned his head and stared at him.

Learn to go to the wrong place so quickly.

But An Wujiu didn't look at him and looked at Yang Ming calmly.

Yang Ming is skeptical.

No one spoke, Wu You took the initiative to talk about what happened last night, "I kept staring at Liu Chengwei last night, and I only glanced at him for a while in the middle of the night. When the hypnotic gas came out, he didn't close his eyes and struggled. I wonder if you can hear his voice. The hypnotic gas is useless to him. Why don't you go and take a look now? You should still see the traces of struggle on the sofa."

"No need." Yang Ming said in a deep voice.

Ueno whispered: "By the way... should we look at Chen Ti and An Wujiu's blood bars?"

An Wujiu didn't say much, and directly clicked the blood bar that was put away by default from the panel, and a thread appeared on the top of his head quickly. He did not lose blood.

The same is true for being honest.

When Zhong Yirou saw this, she raised her eyebrows and leaned on the back of the chair, "Does this mean that our tactics were effective last night? No one lost blood. Liu Chengwei is really a cultist."

Yang Ming was silent and did not respond immediately.

Liu Chengwei's crush is Zhong Yirou, his curse object of Yang Ming. For this whole seven-pointer, it is not surprising that Liu Chengwei betrayed him.

Even if Liu Chengwei is his red line, he is only two points.

And An Wujiu was looking at Yang Ming's face at this moment.

Yang Ming would not determine it so quickly, he knew very well.

A person like him who has been inferior and gained power all year round has a strong rebellious mentality and sneers at the opinions imposed by others. Only his own ideas can be regarded as the norm.

"That's not necessarily."

An Wujiu spoke, pretending to behave on the table with his right finger, trying to pretend to be the same as before, and slowly said, "It is also possible that the cultists saw that everyone pointed the knife at Liu Chengwei, so they simply used the trick. It might not be necessary to blame him?"

When Lao Yu thought of that day, he saw with his own eyes what An Wujiu stuffed to Liu Chengwei, he couldn't help but frown, "To make a fuss, give up the opportunity to kill someone in order to blame him?"

"What's wrong?" An Wujiu's expression was very calm, unlike before, but it was so creepy.

"If I were a cultist, I might even choose to commit suicide on the first day. The chance of murder is nothing. As long as I can disrupt the people on the field and let everyone kill each other, do the cultists still need to do it themselves?"

As soon as these words came out, the people on the round table couldn't help but look at Yang Ming.

"What do you mean?" Yang Ming's eyes were so cruel, "In order to help Liu Chengwei excuse him, you dare to throw dirty water directly on me, the only victim?"

He remembered clearly the contents of the abandoned note.

"Don't be so nervous for example."

Perhaps because An Wujiu couldn't pretend to be crazy like before, he could only say these words with an expressionless face, but instead looked like an extremely calm madman.

Yang Ming didn't want to fall into An Wujiu's writing trap. He said to others, "No one with only two lives will choose to commit suicide. I don't need to say such a simple truth, you should all know."

After saying that, he took out the discarded piece of waste paper from his suit pocket and threw it in front of everyone.

"This is why An Wujiu tried his best to clear Liu Chengwei of his crimes. Let's take a look."

Just know.

An Wujiu was prepared for a long time, or Yang Ming's disclosure of the note was also part of his plan.

Fortunately, Yang Ming did not bring Liu Chengwei out, otherwise there would be some minor trouble.

Zhong Yirou glanced at Chen Ti, then looked at Chen Ti, "What do you mean is this written by An Wujiu?"

An Wujiu didn't laugh, but said lightly: "How do you prove that this is me? With a note, you may be able to write dozens of them yourself."

"Besides you, who else will write with your left hand here?" Yang Ming sneered.

"OK."

Feeling that Yang Ming had already believed in Liu Chengwei's suspicion, he could stop at peace. He stared at Yang Ming with dark eyes and said the seemingly self-giving conclusion, "Whatever you want."

The indescribable manifestation at the right time will make the other party believe in his own point of view more deeply.

Anyway, no one can duel with him.

An Wujiu expressed his dissatisfaction with Yang Ming by "lefting the table angrily", and also pulled away his serious care who was reading the notes.

Walking forward, An Wujiu recalls every step of his plan.

Some deviations, but it's basically done.

I did everything I wanted to do and didn’t want to do, and I did it all in the end.

Until Chendi grabbed him.

"Where are you going?" He stretched his neck and tilted his head, and reached to see a room near them, which was the piano room. "I haven't had a good sleep for a while, so I'm exhausted."

He pushed open the door of the piano room and pulled An Wujiu into it.

Facing Chen Di, An Wujiu did not pretend to be another person, so straightforward and cute.

"Why didn't you sleep well? Isn't it forced to sleep?"

"I have something to do in my heart, I wake up too early. You can't wake up no matter how hard you do."

He even called An Wujiu twice, but he didn't respond, his forehead was covered in sweat. Chen Ti thought he was uncomfortable, thinking that if he was really sick and bedridden, wouldn't he have to stay with him all day?

Chen Ti walked to the piano, his freely moving hand lifted the dusty cover, and lit his fingers on the black keys. The piano made a deep and pleasant sound.

Looking at the piano, An Wujiu also reached out and touched it, and finally couldn't help but sit on the piano bench.

Seeing that he seemed to be interested in playing the piano, Chen Ti sat down and stood side by side with him.

"You don't believe there are cultists." An Wujiu put his injured right hand on the piano keys and played a few notes. "But you can't tell the reason why Yang Ming lost his blood, so you have to start with me, the most suspicious suspect."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Although An Wujiu, now in front of me, should be the kind side, his straightforward attitude is like a quick knife, and he simply cuts the person open very much.

Chen Ti did not directly answer his question, lowered his eyes, and placed his hands on the keys, learning every step of An Wujiu and pressing the keys.

"You can play the piano?" Chen Ti thought jumped to another question.
To be continued...