"Squeak..."

The thick black metal door closed behind Jiang Qian and Xiaoyang.

The darkness in front faded away, and what was displayed in front of the two of them was a deep corridor of blue bricks covered with picture frames.

As the two people's gaze extends forward, the spotlights above the picture frame light up one by one, and classical music plays, creating an elegant and pleasant viewing atmosphere.

"Let's go, pay attention to clues and traps." Jiang Qian warned.

As he spoke, he stepped forward cautiously. The paintings hanging on both sides were motionless, as if they were just pure works of art, designed for visitors to appreciate and play with.

"Oh okay."

Xiaoyang followed Jiang Qian obediently, glancing at him from time to time, with the surprise and confusion she felt before entering this door still remaining in her eyes.

Like Tony Fugui, the graceful lady and the vigorous man, she was also shocked by Jiang Qian's "guiding" operation.

Obviously the rule is that two people work in groups, so why can three people be allowed to pass on the path he pointed out?

No, the dungeon should not bluff people about the rules. Is it a human problem? There must be something weird about those three people. Is there any information among them that I missed... Xiaoyang thought carefully.

"If you have anything to ask, just ask, don't prolong the process."

Jiang Qian didn't even look back, his eyes still stayed on the paintings they passed by, but he could feel Xiaoyang staring at his back blankly.

Xiaoyang immediately retracted her thoughts, hesitated for a while, and finally asked what she suspected: "How do you know that there is something wrong with the chef and the fitness guy?"

"Guess."

"How is this possible..." Xiaoyang had an expression of disbelief on her face.

"I was guessing before, but now I'm sure." Jiang Qian's face didn't change.

Xiaoyang Tan opened her mouth slightly, unable to follow Jiang Qian's thoughts.

"Just in time, I have something to ask you," Jiang Qian said while checking the hanging paintings. "After choosing the cards and before arriving at the banquet hall, did you encounter any special changes?"

This brings the topic to the assassination that Jiang Qian suffered when he first entered the dungeon.

He needs to confirm something from other players.

"During this period? Nothing special happened. I followed the maid's guidance to the banquet. When I arrived, there was only that man in strange clothes in the banquet hall."

Sure enough, not everyone has encountered an accident... Jiang Qian nodded: "What then?"

"Then the brother in the plaid shirt and the fitness guy also came, followed closely by the socialite sister. We sat there for a while, and then you appeared."

"Yeah."

"Is there anything special?"

"I was attacked by a maid before arriving at the banquet hall."

Xiaoyang blinked: "Sure enough..."

She had long noticed slight wrinkles on Jiang Qian's body, but out of consideration for hiding herself, she did not take the initiative to ask the reason at that moment.

"Is this the reason why you suspect the existence of a third camp?" Xiaoyang seems to be following the crowd, but in fact she reacts very quickly.

"That's one of the reasons." Jiang Qian continued, "Since you noticed the marks on my body, you should also notice that there were marks of struggle on Dr. Dai's body. In other words, I was not the only one who was attacked.

It targets everyone. So the question is, why did the attack happen at that time?"

Jiang Qian stopped, and the corridor was coming to an end.

Their forward movements began to be cautious and slow.

"That point was before all of us officially met, and the other party did not attack everyone..." Xiaoyang followed Jiang Qian's idea and suddenly had an idea, "If the sneak attack is successful, take his place and sneak into us!"
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Jiang Qian nodded with satisfaction: "Other than that, I can't find a more reasonable explanation."

But Xiaoyang's eyebrows still couldn't relax: "This can explain the possibility of a third-party camp, but what does this have to do with the weirdness of the chef and the fitness guy?"

"Because Dr. Dai and I may not be the only ones who were attacked before."

Xiaoyang's eyes gradually widened: "Do you doubt the chef...?"

"Although he did not leave any obvious traces on his body, his overall behavioral logic is very strange. We will discuss this later. What is the function of your trump card?"

Jiang Qian's turn was a bit sudden. Xiaoyang was stunned for a moment before replying: "Guardian, you can designate a card that will not be attacked."

A protective umbrella... Jiang Qian said: "The first time you operated, who did you choose to protect?"

"Myself."

"Guessed it." Jiang Qian regretted the plaid shirt.

"There's nothing I can do about it. In the current environment, all I can think of is to at least protect myself first... I'm not sure anyone understands our code words. After all, I'm not sure the opponent's trump card has any special functions..." Xiao

Yang explains his choice.

"It's okay, you don't need to explain to me."

They had passed a rough corner, the lights began to dim, and the style of the paintings ahead began to decline sharply towards abstraction and weirdness.

Not only the paintings hanging on both sides, but also the graffiti spreading outside the picture frame to the walls, ceiling and floor...

Jiang Qian took out the bow and arrow from the item bar, assumed a ready posture, and continued to explore: "My card corresponds to the detective, and I can look at any player's hole card. I was looking at the chef, and the answer is given

It's a parasol."

This sentence was said in a straightforward manner, so Xiaoyang was not too surprised. It was not until he heard the word "parasol" that Xiaoyang breathed quickly.

"Then why did you believe me..." Xiaoyang looked at Jiang Qian in a daze.

This was something she didn’t expect!

She always thought that her success in communicating with Jiang Qian and successfully forming a team was all due to her skillfully throwing out the clues first. She did not expect that there would be such a turn in the matter!

"I said, because the chef's behavioral logic is very strange, and your behavioral logic is consistent, so I judge that your identity is more credible, then there is a big problem with his identity."

"As our parasol, I didn't reveal any clues or express any inclinations in my speech. On the premise that there is no benefit to our side, I put forward such a brainless suggestion as a 'showdown'. Even if it's not 25

He is also a troublemaker, so you can throw this card away."

Jiang Qian selectively revealed the mystery of the chef, but said nothing about the doubts discovered using the exploration notes.

"Of course, I don't mean to challenge the rules of the game. After all, we haven't collected complete identity information so far. What cards are there on the other side? What are the abilities? We need these clues to make more decisions about the current situation.

Accurate judgment, so you can now concentrate on exploring the current 'puzzle', right?"

Jiang Qian turned around with a smile, staring deeply at the girl parked behind her.

Xiaoyang's eyelashes trembled slightly at his gaze.

He quickly lowered his head: "Brother Jiang Yang, you scared me..."

"Really?"

Xiaoyang put her hands behind her back and tucked the dagger hidden in her sleeves inward.

She was sure that Jiang Qian's eyes had not glanced at her sleeves, but for some reason, the determination and warning in Jiang Qian's eyes made the hairs on her body stand up...

A feeling of anxiety about being ignored surged into her chest, making her breathing become heavy.

"I advise you not to act rashly, little sister."

"..."

"Last time, a little sister played tricks in front of me, and then the gas in her house exploded."

After saying that, Jiang Qian looked away, turned around and continued walking forward.

Xiaoyang waited for a while before daring to follow.

Even if I have to do something, at least I have to wait until now. He seems to know everything, so scary... Xiaoyang cautiously got closer to Jiang Qian, and her eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of a human face at her feet.

, suddenly stunned.

The expression on the face underneath her soles was distorted, as if she had stepped on her in pain...

Xiaoyang's legs shook.

The face at her feet opened her mouth wide in an instant and took her leg in at once!

"Ah~~"

……

In the large exhibition hall bound by huanghuali, ancient cold weapons from all over the world are on display.

Doctor Dai and Tony Fugui walked side by side, guarding the surrounding facilities while chatting with each other:

"How are you doing these days? Are you still tempted to vote in advance because the hostage went out without washing her hair?"

It was Dr. Dai who asked this question, using the tone of ridicule that one would expect from an old friend.

"No, I'll go it alone."

"My store is a nationwide chain, and the logo is my personal portrait. I have my hair permed when I have time."

Tony Fugui said, flipping up his hair, but with a world-weary expression on his face: "What about you? Will you still send people to reincarnation manually because patients don't respect medical workers?"
To be continued...