Chapter 137 I'm Such a Smart Guy

When Zheng Xun was wondering whether he could eat the sausage on the plate by himself, the two players on the third floor were still in a confrontation.

Gu Xiuqi looked at Yang Huan quietly, seemingly not too shocked by his words.

He just reminded Yang Huan.

"The names of the dead cannot be spoken. You have already mentioned the names of two deceased people."

Yang Huan knew he had made a mistake and showed a somewhat annoyed expression, but soon he cheered up again.

"It doesn't matter, as long as we get rid of Zheng Xun before dark."

"Why isn't there another person?" Gu Xiuqi was very sensitive and caught the loopholes in Yang Huan's words, "What are you hiding from me?"

"I……"

"You only mentioned one person's name. There are several possibilities. First, the person you ignored was very convinced that he was not dead, so you dared to call him by his name.

Second, you are the one who dies on the first day. Now that you have become dead, you can call everyone's name without restraint. "

Gu Xiuqi gave two explanations to himself, and then looked at Yang Huan with a pair of calm eyes, searching and questioning.

"Which one are you?"

…

Second floor.

Zheng Xun's original plan was to go to other rooms to see if there were any new changes, but when he saw the five plates placed on the table, he suddenly changed his mind.

It just so happened that he got the opportunity to look for clues alone, taking advantage of the convenience of being alone.

Now he pulled out a chair, placed it in the open space, and sat on it.

His sitting posture is also very difficult. Only one leg of the chair is currently in contact with the ground.

Zheng Xun sat on it and swayed, his hands on the back of his head, a chopstick between his nose and mouth, and his eyes staring at the ceiling.

He was thinking about the quantity of food.

No one thought of eating breakfast yesterday, so the quantity cannot be determined.

Both lunch and dinner are for four.

Breakfast became five servings today.

…

According to the "rules" in the manual, the quantity of three meals is strictly prepared according to the number of people.

There are rumors of resurrection from the dead in the mansion.

…

Although the dead can be "resurrected", they are only "alive" on the surface, able to act, think, feel, and communicate.

No matter how much he/she looks like a living person, he/she is still a dead person in terms of physical meaning and the criteria for judging copies.

Because time was tight and the atmosphere was depressing, they, the living players, ignored the most important thing.

That is, a dead person never gets three meals.

There were five breakfasts this morning, indicating that at least five players were alive.

Four lunches and dinners appeared yesterday, indicating that one of them was thrown away or hidden by the deceased.

So who has this opportunity...

Yesterday, Xi Li and Yan Lingqing were in charge of searching the second floor. After lunch, they started voting. After Yang Huan was voted in, they had some free time.

Then, a few people went to the kitchen to have dinner.

There were times when they left and were out of sight of others.

Um……

The truth seems to be obvious.

Zheng Xun's mouth relaxed, and the chopsticks fell down and landed on the ground with a soft smack.

He leaned forward, allowing the chair to return to its four-legged position.

He crossed his arms and looked at the kitchen sink and stove.

Aha!

Suddenly he had a great idea.

Otherwise, he would just sit here and wait until noon.

At this time, whether it is a thief stealing food or a "person" who comes to cook, he can always get him to squat.

It's a good deal wherever you squat.

I'm so smart.

Zheng Xun planned happily and resumed his acrobatic sitting posture just now.

Gu Xiuqi will go downstairs later and tell him to help him search the second floor.

Then he stayed here motionless, wanting to see who was doing the trick and catch him.

His little abacus was rattling, and by coincidence, footsteps came from the corridor on the second floor.

Someone is coming.

When Gu Xiuqi passed by the other four rooms, the doors were all closed and no one was there.

He searched along the way and finally found Zheng Xun practicing juggling in the kitchen.

"..." Gu Xiuqi stared at the poor stool leg that was the only one in contact with the ground and said, "It's very dangerous for you to do this."

"It doesn't matter, I have the information."

Zheng Xun let the rickety chair fall to the ground with a creak.

He stood up and shared his good idea with Gu Xiuqi.

"I just had a great idea."

He talked about his thoughts, and Gu Xiuqi pondered for a moment.

Don't tell me, it sounds a bit reliable.

"Have you been in a daze here? Ever since we left?"

"What a daze," Zheng Xun was dissatisfied, "That's called thinking! I'm thinking about some philosophy of life and the ultimate of life alone."

"So, do you have any idea?"

"So there is."

Gu Xiuqi didn't rush to ask him what his "clue" was, but looked back.

"The door to room 202 is closed. Did you do it?"

202 is Yan Lingqing's room.

"Huh? I didn't do it."

Zheng Xun had something to say, but Gu Xiuqi's sudden question made him realize something.

"Ah, could it be that some of the single rooms that were in normal use last night are closed today?"

"That's right. And there are new rooms opened."

"New room? Could it be that the third floor..."

Zheng Xun was halfway through his words.

Bang--

Gu Xiuqi and Zheng Xun both looked outside, and they both heard a loud sound, like the sound of something being pushed over and hitting the floor.

On the first floor, two girls, You Xueshan and Xi Li, happened to be searching.

Zheng Xun frowned, immediately grabbed the curtain rod at hand and ran downstairs.

Gu Xiuqi was right behind him.

The two of them rushed downstairs as quickly as possible and arrived at Room 102. The door has been opened, and there is only one person inside.

It's You Xueshan.

There were metal pipes scattered around, which You Xueshan had removed from the bed before. The TV cabinet also fell over, and the square box-like TV hit the floor with a sizzling sound.

There was a scratch on You Xueshan's forehead, as if she had been hit by something heavy, and it was still bleeding.

She sat casually on the floor and reached out to touch the area around the wound. She felt a sticky and wet feeling on her fingertips, which made her hiss.

"Have you brought your medicine?"

Gu Xiuqi asked first. You Xueshan nodded and half-unzipped her team uniform jacket.

In the suture area of ​​the outer pocket, there is a corresponding inner pocket, which contains a small amount of iodophor and gauze, as well as some anti-inflammatory medicine.

Although there is a bracelet cloud space where medicines can be stored, they will also bring some with them to prepare for the situation where the bracelet cannot be used.

You Xueshan took out the medicine and expertly disinfected and bandaged herself. While treating the wound, he said to the two people at the door——

"She ran away."