Mr. Shuhai frowned slightly, and thought that he would never have expected that Suer could be such a bad copy.

Chen Jiangbei, who had never talked much, couldn't help but ask: "Why is it said to be his mother's home?"

In order to pass the level and the people in the dungeon, Suer is not an isolated case. What makes him strange is Ji Heng's remarks.

Ji Heng: "Sur's marriage partner is a bit special."

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

As soon as the words came out, the faces of the people except Ji Heng changed. Wen Buyu was surprised why the host knew that he didn't leave the house, and Wan Yi and Chen Jiangbei were surprised at Suer's boldness.

With the affirmative answer, Mr. Shuhai finally looked away from the book in his hand and talked about other topics: "The town will vote in the afternoon of the following day, and the results will be announced the next morning."

Wen Buyu's face turned pale: "Didn't the past years always vote in the morning and the results were released in the afternoon?"

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

"How could it be..." Realizing that he was talking to someone, Wen Buyu forced himself to restrain his doubts.

Although Chen Jiangbei and Wanyi were not revealed, their eyes were also sunken. There was no doubt that the nights in the town were more dangerous than during the day. If you stayed one more night, you would have to lose your life at the ghost hand.

Wen Buyu suddenly thought of something and looked strange: "The day of voting was exactly the day when Sur returned to the door."

Yu Guang couldn't help but secretly glance at Ji Heng. Could it be that they had considered this long ago?

Mr. Shuhai looked down and read the book again. Everyone didn't know whether to leave or stay. In the uncertain situation, none of them wanted to ask a question as a leader. Chen Jiangbei was closest to Mr. Shuhai, and clearly saw a piece of red paper in the book as a bookmark.

Isn’t this paper the vote given by the Ghost King?

Mr. Shuhai seemed to be happy to solve his doubts at this moment and said calmly: "I found it in the gap beside my bed. Is it very interesting, right?"

“…”

Chen Jiangbei's expression changed slightly. He told Sur to take refuge in the host's room that night. To this day, he was half-believing and half-doubted, and now it is a true story.

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

As soon as he finished speaking, someone had already thought of something, but his expression was not very good.

"If some people are incited to add these votes, it will have some effect." Mr. Shuhai said lightly: "But with this skill, I would rather read the book for a while than everyone seeks convenience... and one more player, I will hand over these votes to you."

A few short sentences made the atmosphere silent instantly.

It was obviously very quiet, but he disliked the sound of the wind outside. Mr. Shuhai stood up and went back to the house to concentrate on reading, leaving the people in the yard to look at each other.

Wen Buyu is the most nervous one. Once someone has the intention to kill, he will definitely die.

"The host did it on purpose," he wanted to stroke the hair in his ear to relieve his nervousness, and accidentally hit the stone table. Wen Buyu felt no pain at all, and said desperately: "That night he had doubts, and he might even let Suer go on purpose, just to wait until today!"

Seeing the players as clever as rats, they waited for them to be proud, and then handed a mouse trap from the dark.

No one answered, Wen Buyu suddenly laughed a few times in absolute silence. Even if he died tonight, Suer would not be able to make any mistakes. His boldness left a fatal loophole, which would inevitably lead to anger.

Before her voice became sharper due to anger, Ji Heng suddenly said, "Just a few tickets, what's there to care about?"

Chen Jiangbei frowned: "There are quite a lot of numbers."

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

Chen Jiangbei asked about the reason.

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

The town values ​​rules so much. In the sacred voting process, there is an extra lip mark on the back of the voting paper. I am afraid that it will be considered to be misconduct and the voters will not be able to get it.

“…”

Ji Heng glanced at everyone: "I have something to do, so let's go first." Before leaving, he looked at Wen Buyu, who quickly gave him the red paper and the box: "I have used up the things inside."

After saying that, her complex expressions were made, and she could block the props that could block ghost perception. Many players had never heard of, and she had it in her life.

Ji Heng left with something.

Wan Yi didn't go into the deepest investigation of what transactions Wen Buyu and Ji Heng had made in private, and he raised his face slightly to move his stiff cervical spine. After a moment, he asked: "How true do you think the words are and how false?"

Wen Buyu has been in contact with Suer for a lot of time and said truthfully: "The lip prints are probably true, just listen to the others."

Wanyi exclaimed lightly and looked at Chen Jiangbei: "When you were in high school, did you have so many scruples?"

He would rather believe that it was a mistake, otherwise a newcomer would have a bit of terrible quality.

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

Trillion nodded and said softly: "It's better to leave this yard sooner."

Once Mr. Shuhai discovers the inside story of the red paper, he may use them as a punching bag.

As several people left one after another, the yard returned to quiet.

Inside the house.

Mr. Shuhai read a military book, with a treacherous military strategy and many things worth pondering. This section praised a battle that was evenly matched.

"whispering sound--"

In his opinion, the most labor-saving method is to disagree, aiming to disintegrate from the enemy with the minimum consumption. What is the meaning of head-on battle?

Just like using red paper to make players turn their eyes off easily, why do you need to keep an eye on it?

He bored with his fingers, a piece of red paper piled up together, and one of them was pushed to one side. The sunlight outside the house hit the top, and the thickness of the paper seemed to become thinner. However, at a casual glance, Mr. Shuhai's gaze suddenly froze. He turned on the red paper and there was a dark red lip mark on the back.

I suddenly realized something and flipped a few more pictures in a row, without exception.

Choosing a chief guard is a very serious matter. It would be fine if you were stained with blood, but this lip mark is truly fatal. On the voting day, Sur takes advantage of the issue and biting it back will be troublesome.

The thin paper was kneaded into a ball and threw it aside. Mr. Shuhai's eyes revealed a bit of dangerous light: "No wonder he was in a hurry to 'marry' himself."

For Sur, it is probably more dangerous than the Ghost King's old house at this moment.

·

In the square yard, Sur was cleaning the ashes from the ground and took the brazier back.

The sun finally hung completely in the sky. Sur washed his hands and made a cup of tea and knocked on the door of the room.

The old lady's voice was filled with exhaustion: "Who?"

Realizing that she asked nonsense, she didn't want to open the door, and she was worried that she would be forced to break into it, so she got up and opened it.

Sur: "Now is the tea service."

The old lady looked ugly: "You are having a ghost marriage, what tea do you offer?" Before she finished speaking, she looked at the cup suspiciously.

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

The energy-intensive young man and an old man in his twilight state the difference in physical strength is self-evident. The old lady also knew that once the other party wanted to grab the pendant, she could not stop it, but she was suspicious by nature and could not control it.

My spirits were tense all night, and my throat was indeed a little hurt. The old lady took a sip of tea and thought to herself how this person survived last night.

Sur left the tea set and retreated back to the yard. The old lady was still cautious about him, her face was unstable, and she quickly closed the door heavily.

The whirling leaves and the rustling sound made Sur feel pleasant. After staying in the dungeon for a long time, the death of the night was suffocating, and he was more inclined to a world with rich sounds.

Squeak.

The wooden door made an unpleasant sound when it was pushed open, interrupting Suer's thoughts.

The door outside was just a faint cover. After the door opened, Ji Heng walked in, holding some pastries in his hand.

From last night to now, Suer has basically not eaten anything. He didn't like the sweet and greasy taste, but now he stuffs one in one bite and actually thinks it tastes good.

It took only three minutes to fill my stomach. The words in the yard were easily eavesdropped. Sur pointed to the room next door and walked in with Ji Heng one after another.

After patting the pastry scraps on his hands, Sur's expression became serious: "The most urgent task is to solve the props."

The Skeleton will definitely bring up the old things again tonight and ask him to take away the pendant from the old lady's body.

The lips opened and closed, and the wound inside could be vaguely seen. Ji Heng thought of the lip marks on the red paper and shook his head: "You can think of it when doing the trick on the ticket paper."

"Bitting the mouth was an accident," Suer reacted for a second before he understood what he was referring to, lifting his sleeves: "When he climbed over the wall that night, he scratched the whip, mostly the blood on it."

Otherwise, if so many pieces of red paper are pressed up on the lips, they will not hurt so much.

After touching the edge of the wound with his fingers, Sur's expression turned cold. He said that the whip was given by Chief Guard. He was whipped for no reason as soon as he entered the dungeon. Not only did he reduce his strength, it hurts if he accidentally pressed him during rest at night.

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

Ji Heng: "The matter of pendant is not difficult to solve, it is a matter of stealing the blame."

Sur thought for a while: "Let someone be the same and replace the old lady with the one?"

Ji Heng nodded: "As long as the Ghost King does not take the initiative to attack, he may not be able to tell the truth or the false. The problem is only..."

Surfuwei: "How to deal with the Ghost King?"

The other party pressed against each other last night, with only one goal, and he had to take away the old lady's pendant with his own hands.

It was rare to see a trace of distress on his face, and Ji Heng smiled: "Rules are dead, and people are alive."

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

Sur seemed to have caught something faintly, but he couldn't say it.

Ji Heng looked solemn: "Voting is the day after tomorrow. We have to spend two dangerous nights again." He paused at this point, his eyes were smiling, but he could see some ruthlessness: "What if the voting time is advanced?"

Sur was stunned.

"For example..." Ji Heng: "The Chief of the Guard suddenly became seriously ill and was almost out of control... Just as the country cannot have a king for a day, in this town, the Chief of the Guard for a day."

Then you can only advance the voting time.

After a few seconds of being stunned to come back to his senses, Suer couldn't help but step forward and hold his hand, and called 'Brother' affectionately.'

Ji Heng raised his eyebrows.

Sur's face was full of words that it was hard to find a soulmate, and he said movedly: "Brother, it turns out that you are not a good person either!"

The author has something to say: Sur: It turns out that you are not a good person either.
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