Seven Days, Seven Nights

Mr. Shuhai frowned imperceptibly, and he didn't expect Sur to be so bad about the copy.

Shen Jiangbei, who has never spoken much, couldn't help asking: "Why do you say it's her family?"

In order to clear the customs and in the dungeon, Su Er is not an exception. What makes him strange is Ji Heng's rhetoric.

Ji Heng: "Suer married someone special."

Mr. Shuhai actually guessed the truth in one word: "Ghost King?"

As soon as the words came out, the expressions of everyone except Ji Heng changed.Wen Buyu was surprised that the host knew why he didn't leave the house. Trillion and Shen Jiangbei were surprised at Suer's boldness.

When he got the affirmative answer, Mr. Shuhai finally looked away from the scroll in his hand and talked about other topics: "The town will vote in a unified way the next day, and the results will be announced the next morning."

Wen Buyu's face paled: "In previous years, it was not always the morning voting, and the results were released in the afternoon?"

Mr. Shuhai: "It's all the same."

"How could it be..." Realizing who he was talking to, Wen Buyu forced his doubts.

Although Shen Jiangbei and Wanyi didn't show it, their eyes sank. There is no doubt that the night in the town is more dangerous than during the day. If you stay for one more night, you may die by ghosts by 10%.

Wen Buyu suddenly thought of something, and his expression was weird: "The polling day happened to be the day when Sur returned to the door."

Yu Guang couldn't help but sneak a glance at Ji Heng. Could they have considered this a long time ago?

Mr. Shuhai lowered his head to read the book again. Everyone didn't know whether to leave or stay. Under the circumstances, no one was willing to be the first bird to ask.Shen Jiangbei was the closest to Mr. Shuhai, and he clearly saw a piece of red paper as a bookmark in the book.

Isn't this the ballot given by the ghost king?

Mr. Shuhai seemed to be willing to solve the puzzles at the moment, and calmly said: "I found it in the gap beside my bed, it's very interesting, isn't it?"

"..."

Shen Jiangbei's complexion slightly changed, and Trillion told Su to take refuge in the host's room that night. He is half-believing to this day, and now it is a real hammer.

He took out a stack of red paper and placed it on the stone table. Mr. Shuhai said again: "There are many people in the town who are responsible for monitoring the words and deeds. My identity is one of them. As a town citizen, I also have the right to vote."

As soon as the voice fell, someone had already thought of something, and his expression was not very good.

"If you instigate some people and add these votes, it will have some effect." Mr. Shuhai said indifferently: "But with this effort, I would rather read more books, it is better for everyone to make it easier... another player, I I will hand these tickets to you."

Just a few words made the atmosphere silent instantly.

It was obviously quiet, but he disliked the wind outside. Mr. Shuhai got up, went back to the house and concentrated on reading, leaving the people in the yard staring at each other.

Wen Buyu is the most nervous of them. Once some of them have a murderous intention, they must die.

"The host did it on purpose," he wanted to stroke the broken hair in his ear to relieve his tension. When he accidentally hit his arm against the stone table, Wen Buyu didn't feel the pain at all, and said in despair: "He had doubts that night, even It is possible to let Sur deliberately, just to wait until today!"

Seeing that the player is clever like a mouse, when they are proud, they will pass a mouse trap from the dark.

There was no one to answer, and Wen did not speak in absolute silence and suddenly laughed a few lowly. Even if he died tonight, Sul would not be pleased. He was bold enough to leave a fatal loophole, which would inevitably lead to anger.

Before her voice became sharper because of anger, Ji Heng suddenly said: "A few tickets, what's more to care about?"

Shen Jiangbei frowned: "The number is quite large."

Ji Heng said meaningfully: "Suer and I mentioned that only five tickets can be used, the top three and the bottom two."

Shen Jiangbei asked why.

Ji Heng: "According to Suer's original words, he was too nervous at the time and accidentally bit his lip. In order to distract, he left lip marks on the back of the middle stack of red paper."

The town is so strict with rules and sacred voting. There is an extra lipstick on the back of the ballot paper. I am afraid that it will be regarded as misbehaving and the voters will not be pleased.

"..."

Ji Heng glanced at the people: "I have something to do, let's go first." Before leaving, he glanced at him quietly, and the latter quickly gave him the red paper together with the box: "I have used up the contents."

After talking about complex things that can shield ghost perception, how many players have never heard of it, and she has had it in her life.

Ji Heng took his things and left.

Trillion did not go deep into what Wen Buyu had done with Ji Heng in private, and moved his stiff cervical spine with his face up slightly. After a while, he asked, "How true or false do you think the words are?"

Wen Buyu is considered to have had more contact with Sur, and said truthfully: "The lip print is estimated to be true, just listen to the others."

Trillion sighed and looked at Shen Jiangbei: "When you were in high school, did you have so many thoughts?"

He would rather believe that it was a mistake, otherwise the quality of a newcomer would be a bit scary.

Shen Jiangbei: "When you were in elementary school, there might be a child prodigy of the same age who was already in college. Don't look down on a person."

Trillion Nunu said softly: "It's better to leave this yard soon."

Once Mr. Shuhai discovers the inside story of Red Paper, I am afraid he will use them as a punching bag.

As several people left one after another, the courtyard became quiet again.

Inside the house.

Mr. Shuhai saw it as a book of war, the art of war was curious, and there were many things worth pondering. In this section, he praised a well-matched battle.

"whispering sound--"

In his view, the most labor-saving method is to be separated, which aims to disintegrate from the enemy with minimal effort.What's the point of head-on?

It's like using red paper to make players look back easily. Why stare at all times?

I fiddled with the pile of red paper boringly with my fingers. One of them was pushed aside, and the sunlight outside the house hit it, and the thickness of the paper seemed to become thinner.However, with a casual glance, Mr. Shuhai's vision suddenly freezes, turning over the red paper, and there is a dark red lip print on the back.

Suddenly realized something, and flipped a few more pictures in a row, all in the same state without exception.

Choosing the chief of the guard is a serious matter. It's nothing more than bloodstained. This lipstick is truly deadly.On the polling day, Sur used the question to play, and it would be troublesome to bite back.

The thin paper was kneaded into a ball and thrown aside.Mr. Shuhai's eyes revealed a dangerous light: "No wonder you have to rush to'marry' yourself out."

For Sur, I'm afraid this place is more dangerous than the old house of the ghost king at this moment.

·

In the square yard, Sur was cleaning the ashes on the ground, and took the brazier back by the way.

The sun finally hung over the sky completely, Suer washed his hands, brewed a cup of tea and knocked on the door of the room.

The old lady's voice was full of fatigue: "Who?"

Realizing that she had asked nonsense, she didn't want to open the door, worrying about being forced into it, she got up and opened.

Sur: "Now is the tea service."

The old lady looked ugly: "You are married, what kind of tea?" Before she finished speaking, she looked at the cup suspiciously.

"No medicine." Sur: "This is an unnecessary operation."

The physical difference between an energetic young man and a dying old man is self-evident.The old lady also knew that once the other party wanted to snatch the pendant, she couldn't stop it, but she couldn't control her suspicious nature.

I was tense all night, and my throat really hurt.The old lady took a sip of tea and wondered how this person survived last night.

Suer left the tea set and retreated back to the yard. The old lady's defensive heart towards him was undiminished, and her face was uncertain, and she quickly closed the door.

The leaves were whirling, and the rustling voice made Sur feel sweet.After staying in the copy for a long time, the life of the night is suffocating, and he is more inclined to a world with rich voices.

Squeak.

When the wooden door opened, it made an unpleasant noise, interrupting Suer's thoughts.

The door outside was just concealed. When the door opened, Ji Heng walked in with some pastries in his hands.

From last night until now, Sur has basically not eaten anything. He didn't like the sweet and greasy taste at first, but now it tastes good with one bite.

It took three minutes before and after to fill up the stomach, and the yard was easy to be overheard. Su Er pointed to the next room, and Ji Heng walked in.

He patted the cake residue on his hands, and Su Er looked serious: "The first task is to solve the props."

Tonight Skeleton will definitely revisit the old thing and let him take away the pendant from the old lady.

The lips closed together, and the wound inside was faintly visible. Ji Heng thought of the lip print on the red paper, and shook his head: "Doing tricks on the ticket paper, you can imagine it."

"It was an accident to bite the mouth," Suer reacted for a second before he understood what he was referring to, and opened his sleeves.

Otherwise, so many pieces of red paper, leaning on the biting lip and sticking the lipstick one by one, will not hurt to death.

After touching the edge of the wound with his fingers, Su Er's expression became cold. He said that the whiplash was bestowed by the chief guard.When I first entered the dungeon, I was inexplicably hit with a whip, and it hurts not to mention the reduction of the force value.

Unfortunately, time is tight and this debt cannot be recovered.

Ji Heng: "The pendant thing is actually not difficult to solve, steal the beam and change the column."

Suer thought for a while: "Find someone to make a similar one and change the old lady's body?"

Ji Heng nodded: "As long as the ghost king doesn't take the initiative to attack, he probably won't be able to tell the truth from the false. The only problem is..."

Su Er Fu E: "How to deal with the ghost king?"

The other party was aggressive last night, with only one purpose. You must let yourself take away the old lady's pendant by yourself.

It is rare to see a trace of distress on his face, Ji Heng smiled: "The rules are dead, and people live."

Just like this world where rules are everywhere, there are holes and darkness everywhere.

Sur seemed to catch something faintly, but couldn't tell.

Ji Heng said with a solemn expression: "The vote is the day after tomorrow, and logically we have to spend two more dangerous nights." He paused here, with a smile on his eyes, but he could see some fierceness when he looked closely: "If the voting time is advanced. What?"

Sur was startled.

"For an analogy..." Ji Heng: "Chief Wei is suddenly ill and almost dying... Just as a country cannot have a king for a day, in this town, you cannot have a chief of defense for a day."

Then the voting time can only be advanced.

After a few seconds of stunned recovery, Sur couldn't help taking a step forward and holding his hand, calling out'Brother.'

Ji Heng raised his eyebrows.

Su Er's face was written that it is hard to find a friend, and he said with emotion: "Brother, you are not a good person!"

The author has something to say: Sur: So you are not a good person.

Ji Heng: ...Don't talk nonsense, I am.