The floor clock in the living room just pointed to zero. After checking the room, the group found nothing and sat in the living room.

The storm outside the window became more and more intense, and the maid brought dessert, fruit, hot tea and coffee and milk. The castle was deserted, and she added some beech to the fireplace, and pulled thick curtains to shut the wind, rain and bumpy ocean outside.

The living room is warm and there is a warmth in the sea.

Perhaps warmth and fatigue dispel everyone's defense. Along the way, they only talked about the general and started chatting with each other for a while. Unlike the jokes in the past, everyone talked about their own life experiences, adding some feelings and experiences from time to time.

Models and actors talk about the hardships of entering the industry, kindergarten teachers talk about the strict parents, writers talk about the lonely writing, lawyers talk about the difficulty of sticking to their conscience, and hosts say they can't help but cater to them.

Yan Su listened casually to everyone's story while thinking about something else.

At present, he is not sure if the same person is doing it, but the three cases have one obvious commonality - the scene is orderly and the deceased is almost incompetent in resisting.

Did the murderer use auxiliary drugs?

Yan Su did not observe any abnormalities from the surface of the deceased. There is no forensic doctor or equipment, so it cannot be detected for the time being.

In the doctor's case, if the boxer next to his seat told the truth to the kindergarten teacher and did not notice anything strange, how did the murderer kill the doctor in the dark and have a clear sense of health without arousing the alertness of the people around him?

It is also weird to die for the racer. If the maid tells a lie and she is the murderer, why would she not leave any traces to subdue the racer and tie the living man to the turbine?

If the maid told the truth, one of these people must have known that the racer was on the boat. After he returned from the restaurant, he went out to kill the racer. But why did he deliberately use the wax figure hanging cable to attract others to find the body?

The boxer case was strange. The doors and windows were indeed locked. At that time, everyone was outside the room, and the deceased was attacked and fell down. The house was a secret room, so how did the murderer and weapon disappear out of thin air?

Later, everyone searched the house one by one, but found nothing suspicious.

What is the relationship between these three murders?

Why do you have an ominous premonition in your heart that you will continue to die?

In fact, Yan Su has roughly seen who is the police and who is the person sent by the organization. But these three cases seem to be incomplete with them, or is he wrong?

Just as he was thinking, the host opposite was excited and said a strange thing: "Hey, do you know? The dead boxer and the doctor knew each other before."

"Meet?" Everyone looked at him together.

The host likes to be watched very much and instantly finds his good performance status. He explains magically: "The boxer used to be a little famous and performed well in the boxing ring, but his character is not good off stage. Before getting married, he did everything he could eat, drink, whore and gambling."

The kindergarten teacher recalled and helped add: "I have heard that he killed a college girl when he drank and drove."

"But you must not know the j□j news." The host took a sip of the cocktail and his cheeks were red and shiny. "He was not drunk driving, but he fell in love with a beautiful girl in the bar. He was working part-time, not a prostitute, but he had to force the girl. The girl wanted to call the police, and the boxer rushed to her when he was anxious."

The writer interrupted: "What does that have to do with the doctor?"

"That girl wasn't killed." The host said slowly, in a ghost story. "She has been in a coma for many days, has a broken spine and an amputated leg. The girl's family is preparing to file a lawsuit, demanding that the boxer pay $20,000."

The maid was fascinated by the hearing, poured the actor's milk tea overflowed, and wiped it in a hurry;

The actor didn't mind this time, but instead asked the host with great interest, "I guess, could it be that the boxer asked the doctor to kill the girl in order to pay less money?"

When the host saw the beauty, he immediately smiled diligently: "It's still the actor's smartest one."

"So, the attending doctor of the girl is the doctor with us?" The model looked at the host curiously, not convinced him, "But how did you know? Could it be that the person died? You are talking nonsense?"

The host seemed to not like the model questioning, and smiled and said seriously: "Of course I have a good news in this business. I also know that he obviously hit someone on purpose, but later he was relieved of his crime for driving drunk. Of course, he still paid some money." At this point, the host sighed.

"Since then, he changed his mind and returned to the right. He quitted all bad habits, got married, and became a good husband. However, when he saw this today, the doctor and the boxer did a lot of bad things the previous year!"

When they said something bad, everyone picked up the tea and drank it slowly, silently.

Yan Su and Zhen Ai looked at each other quietly. Is this story true or false? Will it be related to the death of those two people? But what about the racer? Why did he die?

Things seemed to have light, but also became foggy.

At this time, the lawyer said softly: "Although I don't know what the racer has done, shouldn't the murderer have killed someone who has done something wrong, right?"

Everyone was nervous when they heard the words.

The steward frowned without saying a word for a long time, and said in a stern and serious manner: "Even if a person has committed a sin, only God can give a punishment. Personal punishment in the name of justice is a selfish desire, far from the right way. Moreover, as long as people sincerely repent, God's tolerance will tolerate and save all sins."

Yan Su and Zhen Ai did not believe in doctrine and did not argue about this, but Mr. Butler said some truths were also agreed. The resounding words echoed in the living room, and the hearts of others were slightly shaken.

The actor lowered his head with emotion. After a long time, he looked up at everyone: "I have done something wrong before. Maybe a murderer in the scene will kill me next. But I still want to treat you as members of the mutual aid group and help me repent together.

When I was competing for a movie role, I found someone to slander another actress with vicious rumors. Her career was hit hard, and later...

I heard that she committed suicide silently.

Perhaps it is also retribution. I have never been popular for so many years, nor have people remember their works."

Everyone around was silent, but there was no expression of surprise.

She first realized that she was a kindergarten teacher. She held the actor's hand and comforted her: "As long as you sincerely repent, you will be forgiven." Others also agreed.

Now, people are calm on the surface but are actually under psychological pressure. When they meet each other by chance during the journey, they will never see strangers again. They "open" their hearts one by one, but they can't tell the truth or the false.

The model said she had caused her sisters to fall off the stage and leave the model circle since then;

The writer said that after reading his friend's draft, he stole his creative ideas and published them, and he broke up with his friends from then on;

The kindergarten teacher said that she could not control her emotions once and beat and scolded a child;

The lawyer said he had helped the company evade taxes;

The host said that he had reported false news, which led to netizens' personal attacks on human flesh and search for the parties involved.

Yan Su lowered his eyes and listened, and his heart was in a state of turmoil.

At this time, the kindergarten teacher looked at Yan Su and asked, "Where is Mr. Logician? Have you ever done anything wrong?"

Yan Su raised his eyes and said calmly: "No." The two words "No." are easy and without hesitation.

Everyone's faces became subtle, and they clearly didn't believe it.

The actor asked lightly: "Who has nothing to repent? Mr. Logician, don't be embarrassed. Doing wrong things will not reduce your personal charm."

Zhen Ai didn't listen very seriously before, but she heard about Yan Su, and she felt strange: "Why don't you believe it? I just believe he has never done anything wrong."

As soon as they said this, everyone looked at Zhen Ai subtly, as if they sighed, "The little girl who is not very experienced in the world is really simple and easy to cheat."

Yan Su was light and didn't mind at all. He said the truth, not whether others believed it or not. Zhen Aixin was enough.

But the actor's heart was like a cat scratching, and he wanted to know if this extremely serious man had done anything wrong. She held her lips charmingly, leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and her voice was charming, "Mr. Logician, don't worry! Didn't you say that men with scars are sexy? In fact, bad men are liked by women."

Zhen Ai frowned and couldn't understand: "Why should women like bad men? I don't like bad men!"

Yan Su lowered his eyes and looked at Zhen Ai, and couldn't help but smile slightly. He raised his eyes to look at the actor, but his expression was cold:

“I’m sorry, I’m not alive to please women.

In addition, I think liking is a kind of similar state and concept, and what kind of people attract and what kind of people attract and what kind of people."

While speaking, he inadvertently clenched Zhen Ai's hand on the sofa.

Zhen Ai fully agreed with his concept, turned her head and smiled at him happily, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

He likes her, she likes him;

He believes in her good, and she believes in him good;

That's good, who would like to others?

The actor smiled embarrassedly and forced himself to smile and looked at Zhen Ai: "Where is the student lady, do you want to confess?"

Zhen Ai shrugged and said easily: "I don't..."

Suddenly he couldn't say anything, and the moment his mother died came out in his mind. Bert reminded her in her ear: "Littlec hates her mother to death, Littlec actually wants to kill her in his heart!"

Her thinking suddenly went blank. Doesn’t she really need to repent?

The actor saw something strange at first glance, smiled meaningfully, and asked gently: "Student Miss, don't you really want to say it?"

Zhen Ai had already calmed down her emotions and looked faint: "No."

The actor waved his hand and sighed half-jokingly: "If you don't repent, you will go to hell!"

Yan Su frowned unhappily. Just as he was about to say something, Zhen Ai smiled: "I don't care if I can't go to hell. And, believe me, I just escaped from hell."

Except for Yan Su, no one in the field understood what she said, but they would not continue to ask why, after all, they were not familiar with her.

But the actor still held his hands and looked at it quietly, and suddenly bent his lips: "The relationship between the two is really enviable. So, have you not confessed or concealed to each other?"

In fact, this question was very rude and far behind, but Zhen Ai answered decisively at the first time:

"Of course not!"

After saying that, she saw the actor's meaningful smile, and her heart suddenly fell a little because Yan Su did not react. He held her hand and relaxed a little, quietly lowered his eyes, covering all emotions.

Although Zhen Ai usually doesn't understand human expressions very well, she is very familiar with Yan Su and immediately realizes that he is not very right.

Yan Su let go of her hand and said, "I'll go to the bathroom." After that, he got up and left the living room.

Zhen Ai looked at his back, stunned.

Did he think too much? But he really seems to be incorrect.

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Yan Su stood in front of the mirror and wiped the water droplets on his hands with a tissue. The water had been dry for a long time, but he was distracted and his hands were repeating their movements over and over again.

After a long time, he glanced at the mirror. The man was wearing a chilly black windbreaker, thin and upright, but his face was particularly remote.

The family emblem is also printed in the lower corner of the bathroom mirror, thorns and purple dew grass, with lancelt in the middle, and lowercase c&c at the bottom.
To be continued...