[R18] I only like your personality [Entertainment Circle] – “I Only Like Your Character [Entertainment Circle]” Chapter 14 [English]

What was originally meant to be a rebuke to “he” was now made more and more ambiguous by “he”. Zhou Ziheng felt that he was unlucky and had nothing to say, so he could only lower his head and continue the work at hand.

Xia Xiqing noticed that the tips of this guy’s ears were red.

It was obviously me who was being flirted with, but it was he who was embarrassed.

Negligent arson is also arson.

The pieces of paper gradually recovered in Zhou Ziheng’s hands and were arranged on the ground. The complete cover of the document gradually appeared.

“Divorce… agreement?” He read out the words on the document in a low voice, thinking of another document he had found in Shang Sirui’s bedroom.

“Is the document in the safe before a power of attorney for property transfer?” Zhou Ziheng spoke without raising his head, but received no response. He turned his face in confusion and found Xia Xiqing staring blankly at the writing on the ground.

He couldn’t help but nudge Xia Xiqing with his elbow. Only then did the other party suddenly react, with a strange expression on his face, “Ah, yes, it seems so.”

Although they had only known each other for a short time, Zhou Ziheng had already seen many aspects of this person: lazy and cunning, ruthless and decisive, hypocritical and pretentious.But that moment just now surprised him.

Xia Xiqing realized that his emotions were exposed, and the expression on his face changed again. Zhou Ziheng also found that he was staring too closely at He’s face, so he lowered his head and looked at the spelled-out agreement.Surprisingly, Zhou Ziheng found that the agreement was actually quite complete. There were also some descriptions about the division of property and the determination of custody of the 14-year-old only son. This made him admire the meticulousness of the program team.

“Have you finished reading? I have something to say.” In order not to be seen by others, Xia Xiqing collected the pieces of paper on the ground and put them back into the wastebasket. In a low voice, he told Zhou Ziheng the thoughts he had been thinking about for a long time.

“Follow me.” He stood up, pulled the cuffs of Zhou Ziheng’s large jacket and walked towards the closet.

Shang Sirui saw these two people and shouted from the other end, “Hey, Ziheng you…”

Zhou Ziheng did not resist, but said to Shang Sirui, “Let’s go to that room to see if there are any other clues.” Unexpectedly, after saying this, the hand that originally grabbed his cuff changed and directly grabbed his wrist. Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment, “Hey…”

Xia Xiqing took him to another room regardless, let go of his hand, and gently closed the closet door.

“What do you have to say?” Zhou Ziheng looked into his eyes.

“Now everyone is here,” Xia Xiqing walked to the bed and sat down. The rose fragrance in the room made him feel dizzy. “That means there must be a killer among us.”

Zhou Ziheng crossed his arms and nodded in approval.

“Have you noticed that there are two clues in each room? One line is exclusive to each room. As long as you connect it, you can find and unlock the room. The other clue has nothing to do with escaping the single secret room.”After a pause, he looked at the room he was in, “So, there should be some clues in this room that have nothing to do with unlocking.”

“What do you think these clues are for?”

Xia Xiqing fell back on the bed. The information was too broken. He felt a little headache. He pulled off the hair tie on the back of his head, scratched his hair, and when he turned his head, he inadvertently discovered a painting on the wall.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Xia Xiqing, who was originally lying on the bed, sat up, his hair scattered around his ears, looking more gentle.He walked to the wall where the paintings were hung, looked at each painting carefully, and finally gave a positive answer, “The male master of this family is indeed having an affair.” He turned back to look at Zhou Ziheng, “The person he was having an affair with is the owner of this room.”

“Because of the scent of roses in this room?” Zhou Ziheng was actually a little skeptical, but without more convincing evidence, he did not jump to conclusions.

Xia Xiqing shook his head, “Not exactly.” He pointed to a painting hanging on the wall, which showed a man and woman embracing each other. The white shirts outlined the lines of the man’s muscles, and his strong arms wrapped around the woman’s waist. Behind them were scattered red curtains and clear light and dark light and shadow. “This painting is Fragonard’s “Latch”, and the theme is cheating.”

Zhou Ziheng walked over and looked at the painting carefully. He, who had no prior knowledge of art, could only ask, “How is it expressed?”

Xia Xiqing enjoyed being asked by Zhou Ziheng, and even more enjoyed the process of answering him. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, “Did you see the flowers in the lower right corner? They were brought by this man to his lover. But as soon as he opened the door and saw this woman, he couldn’t help himself and threw the flowers on the ground. He put one hand around her waist and the other hand wanted to reach over and bolt the door.”Looking sideways at Zhou Ziheng’s eyes, “Can you imagine that scene?”

Zhou Ziheng suddenly choked, and the exciting scene of an affair really came to his mind.

This person is so perverted. He asks him so bluntly every time. He will probably not be able to look directly at the word “imagine” in the future.

In order to cover up his embarrassment, Zhou Ziheng frowned and abruptly changed the subject, “So, what does this painting have to do with this room?”

“Not just this one, all the paintings in this room are either about love or portraits of men. Looking at the drawing board next to the bed and the clothes in the closet, it is conceivable that the owner of the room is a female painter.” Xia Xiqing walked to the drawing board, “I always feel that the clues in these rooms are connected to form a story, like there is a plot.”

Just like many themed escape room games, most of them introduce puzzles one by one in a set plot, but this is not the case in this reality show. Each room seems to be independent, but there is a series of clues that are independent of unlocking the door, and the plot is revealed step by step.

What exactly is the story?Xia Xiqing feels that the current clues are very confusing and cannot be put together.

One of the most critical points must have been missed.

Staring at Xia Xiqing’s side face, Zhou Ziheng found that there was a scar on his chin that was not easily noticeable, and it looked like there were traces of stitches. To be honest, Xia Xiqing was much more pleasing to the eye when he was serious, and with his beautiful and harmless face, he could deceive everyone.

My heart was constantly struggling, and time was passing by minute by second.

He has never found making a choice so difficult.

Several hours have passed, and the first round of voting will begin soon. He has no way to guarantee whether anyone will be executed in the first round.

well.

Zhou Ziheng reluctantly put his hand in his coat pocket, took out a dark brown dropper bottle and handed it to Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing was a little surprised. When he took the bottle, he glanced at Zhou Ziheng. The expression on his face was so awkward that he couldn’t even describe what kind of expression it was.

He couldn’t help laughing, “What is this?”

With this frivolous ending again, Zhou Ziheng couldn’t help but feel annoyed, and even began to regret his decision to share his unique clues.he looked at Xia Xiqing’s slender fingers circling the mouth of the brown wide-mouth bottle.

If you want to take it back, grab it from him now.

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng didn’t speak, Xia Xiqing looked into He’s eyes and raised his eyebrows, “Why don’t you speak?” The last word was longer this time.

Zhou Ziheng coughed.

Forget it, I gave it all.

“I just found it in the living room. It fell on the corner of the dining table.” Xia Xiqing looked at the bottle. There was a label on it with chemical symbols written on it.

“This is □□, poisonous.” Zhou Ziheng played the role of a science student and told Xia Xiqing the answer directly. Hearing these three words, Xia Xiqing was stunned, and all the clues were gathered in his mind at this moment.

No wonder…

No wonder there are white chrysanthemums planted on the study table and the furniture is covered with white cloth.

“The male protagonist was killed.” Xia Xiqing raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Ziheng, who nodded slightly and said to him, “Does this connect the plot together?”

That’s right, that’s right.Xia Xiqing began to try to connect the previous clues, “The male owner cheated on the female painter, tried to transfer property, and divorced the female owner. He is dead now…”

“According to common sense, the mistress is the most suspect.” Zhou Ziheng continued, “It is not impossible to tear up the divorce agreement and kill the man in a moment of passion.”

Xia Xiqing frowned slightly, “Obviously the male host received an invitation from the female painter at Sophia Restaurant. Maybe the male host failed to divorce his wife in the end and chose a family. Then the painter may have killed someone.”

Zhou Ziheng looked at the painting “Latch” and said, “What you said makes sense. Too much information is given through paintings.”

If there weren’t professionals like Xia Xiqing around, many clues would be blurred, but would he’s perspective be over-interpreted?

Not necessarily.

“Yes, the paintings give a lot of information.” After Zhou Ziheng’s reminder, Xia Xiqing tried to sort out the paintings that did not give effective information. “Most of the things in this room are reminders of the ambiguous relationship between the female painter and the male owner. The painting “Unknown Girl” hanging in the hostess’s room, and in our room…”

“The Clothed Maha” hangs.

He suddenly thought of what Maha was wearing in the painting, his eyes were blank, and he said blankly, “Have you noticed? The clothes Maha is wearing…”

Zhou Ziheng hummed calmly, “It’s exactly the same as the one on Cen Chen.”

The players actually correspond to the characters in the secret room plot.

Xia Xiqing inserted his fingers into his hair in disbelief and looked at the painting “Latch” and the portrait of the man on the wall. One of the things they have in common is that they are all wearing white shirts.

“So I correspond to the male host?”

The players themselves don’t know that they have corresponding characters, they are completely in the dark, and they will only find out after the clues are gradually restored.

Who wrote such a thoughtful and terrifying script?