[R18] I only like your personality [Entertainment Circle] – “I Only Like Your Character [Entertainment Circle]” Chapter 15 [English]

Chapter 15 Who is the real murderer?

Zhou Ziheng frowned, “If we follow this idea, whichever room each player is assigned to will automatically be given the identity of the owner of that room. Like you, even the appearance was arranged by the program team at the beginning. Now it seems that it is all set, but will not be informed in advance, so that you can have an immersive game experience.”

“Just for that moment.” Xia Xiqing leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the shelf of the drawing board. He was slightly unhappy at being tricked by the screenwriter, “In order to make the players marvel when they discover the truth.” He soon discovered the unreasonable point, “But you and I are both players in the first room. The owner of that study should only be the male owner. If I correspond to the dead male owner, then who are you?”

Zhou Ziheng frowned slightly, which was where he was confused. He looked at the white shirt on Xia Xiqing’s body, then thought about the clothes of other players, and finally looked at his own jacket.

“The show team didn’t arrange my appearance. I just came in wearing my own clothes…” Zhou Ziheng tried to reason, “You played the role of the dead male protagonist, so your eyes were blindfolded and you couldn’t move your hands and feet because you were already ‘dead’. I helped you escape and find the truth…”

“You are a detective-like character, or the real breaker of this secret room.” Xia Xiqing can already make a conclusion.

Therefore, I am the dead male protagonist, Zhou Ziheng is the detective, Ruan Xiao is the female protagonist, Cen Chen is the female painter, and Shang Sirui is the child.

Then, the problem of finding the Killer among the five of them turns into the problem of finding the murderer.

All the fragmented clues are like dismantled puzzle pieces. The whole picture can only be seen at the moment when each small piece is found and restored.

Xia Xiqing looked down at the “poison bottle” in his hand and handed it back to Zhou Ziheng. He scratched his hair, revealing a slightly beautiful forehead and a pair of bright peach blossom eyes. “Hey, you showed me such a big bottom, I will also tell you a secret.”

I don’t want to know your secret at all.Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.

But with the camera pointed at him, he couldn’t say it directly. Xia Xiqing looked up at his face with an expression of “I’m waiting for you to ask me what my secret is.”

Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to say insincerely: “What secret?”

“I’m afraid of the dark.”

Just know that there is not a word of truth in this person’s mouth.

Zhou Ziheng twitched his lips, “Oh, really?”

“I’m serious.” The smile on Xia Xiqing’s face faded a lot, and he turned his head to look at the drawing board in front of him, “So… if there is a dark room later, if you don’t want to be held back, just leave me.”

It’s as if I love being with you.Zhou Ziheng’s first reaction was a little awkward, but it became even more awkward when he calmed down. The atmosphere suddenly became very strange, which made him helpless. This person usually always spoke 30% true and 70% false, so he had to doubt it, but his current tone seemed to be very different from usual.

Before Zhou Ziheng could recover, Xia Xiqing quickly changed his expression, stretched out his two long legs, and almost touched Zhou Ziheng’s shoe with one foot. He smiled and stretched, “Now you believe that I am not a Killer.”

Zhou Ziheng suffered a loss once. He was very harsh and avoided he’s question. He lowered his head and glanced at his leather shoes and the white ankles between the suit trouser legs and the shoe openings.

How can a man be so white?

“Anyway, my suspicion has been eliminated.” Zhou Ziheng avoided he’s question and only talked about himself.

“The remaining three…” Xia Xiqing still felt that most of the clues pointed to the female painter, including the “Dressed Maha” in the first room. “Does the painting in the first room imply anything? I always feel that the third party is the most suspicious.”

Third party…

He actually used such a sharp expression.

Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing’s expression and knew that he was already immersed in the game, but this completely went against what he said in the first room.

[When playing this kind of game, the sense of immersion cannot be too strong.]

He tried to drag Xia Xiqing out, “The paintings do give a lot of information, but if you think about it, there are paintings in almost every room. The first room is “The Clothed Mahar”. The purpose is probably to hope that we will find out when we see Cen Chen.In other words, Cen Chen discovered his own identity after entering our room.The paintings in this room are to remind the painter of his relationship with the male owner, as well as your identity.The hostess’s room only has a half-length portrait, also wearing a black top, which is intended to hint at Ruan Xiao’s corresponding identity in the second room…”

Xia Xiqing listened, a little lost in thought. He couldn’t help but touch the white paper on the drawing board with his fingers, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.He once again carefully touched every inch of the drawing paper to confirm what he was thinking.

This is not just a blank slate.

Xia Xiqing, who was sitting in front of the drawing board, looked at the painting tools on the wooden cabinet on one side, picked up the brush and wet it in the water. After dipping the watercolor paint, he raised his hand to draw on the paper.

“What are you doing?”

Xia Xiqing smiled and started writing, “Obviously, I want to paint.” After saying that, he held the brush at an angle. Zhou Ziheng originally thought that he was having an illness again, but unexpectedly, some words gradually appeared on the paper, which were parts that the paint could not go up.

he took the paper off the drawing board, and Zhou Ziheng moved closer, “Sure enough, you see…”

“What are you doing?” Shang Sirui’s voice suddenly appeared, interrupting Xia Xiqing’s words. Xia Xiqing subconsciously pressed the paper on the drawing board, quietly took some white paper from the table and placed it on top of the clue paper, covering it up.He clamped several of the previous pictures together, then calmly turned the brush in his hand and drew some lines on the white paper. Maintaining this posture, he turned back and looked at Shang Sirui and Cen Xun who were approaching, as well as Ruan Xiao who was following behind.

For some reason, Xia Xiqing felt that Cen Xun looked at him with a strange expression. Could it be that he suspected that he was a killer?

Or should I say, Cen Chen is a killer.

Various conjectures are colliding in his mind. If it were normal, he’s logic would be clearer if he calmed down, but now he has to face other players and find out who is behind the scenes without being suspected. This is really frustrating.

“Ziheng, have you discovered anything?”

Zhou Ziheng put his hand in his pocket, holding the poison bottle, and said expressionlessly, “There is one thing that I think is quite suspicious. I just found a torn divorce agreement in that room.”

If you want to eliminate the suspicion, you can only sacrifice secondary clues to divert their attention.

“Where?”

“I’ll take you there.” After saying that, Zhou Ziheng walked towards the wastebasket.

“Xiqing, what are you doing sitting there?” Shang Sirui did not follow him, but walked to Xia Xiqing’s side. His hand was still drawing quickly on the paper, “Ah, I just saw a drawing board or something, and my hands were itchy and I wanted to draw.”

“It’s amazing.” Shang Sirui looked at the lines that were gradually forming on the drawing board and admired them greatly, “You draw so beautifully.”

Zhou Ziheng, who came back from another room with Ruan Xiao and Cen Chen, struggled to get out of the closet. He held the closet door for the two girls behind him like a gentleman, letting them come out. “Be careful.”

After taking them to read the divorce agreement, Zhou Ziheng thought in his mind whether his suspicion would be reduced, and he unconsciously walked to the drawing board.Even he himself didn’t realize that he had regarded Xia Xiqing as the only trustworthy person in this game, and subconsciously returned to the area where he was.

“You are really amazing. I have admired people who can draw since I was a child.”

“Next time, spend more time and draw a picture for you.” Xia Xiqing turned his face and smiled at Shang Sirui who was standing aside. The arc of his eyes was very soft and sunny. It was completely different from the smile he showed to himself. How can I describe it? Even the corners of his eyes showed a wave of excitement.

Strangely enough, Zhou Ziheng didn’t notice at all that his gaze was completely fixed on Xia Xiqing’s face.

This romantic scumbag is really playing tricks all the time.

he walked to the drawing board with a cold expression, only to find that Xia Xiqing had painted a blooming rose using the red watercolor paint before. The petals stretched gently on the white paper, soft and gorgeous.

Blood-red roses, pale paper, Xia Xiqing’s profile.

There is an inexplicable sense of beauty.

“Do you really want to paint it for me? Can I have the physical one?” Shang Sirui explained with some excitement, “The kind that can be hung at home.”

“No problem. I’ll give you a large painting when I have free time. How about an oil painting.” Xia Xiqing didn’t look at He’s face. He held the pen casually and signed Tsing in the lower right corner of the drawing paper as a habit.

“It’s so cool to be friends with Dachu.” Shang Sirui sighed repeatedly.

Xia Xiqing put the pen on the table, turned around and smiled at he, “You are too exaggerated.” Unexpectedly, he turned around and saw Zhou Ziheng’s face, which was a bit surprising.

I didn’t expect he to be standing behind me all the time, but what kind of expression is this?He looked unhappy and a little surprised.

How strange.

Xia Xiqing’s face didn’t change much, but he wanted to laugh in his heart. He turned around, raised his hand to open the clip and took out the drawing paper with the roses and the clue paper hidden underneath. He also stood up and walked to Zhou Ziheng’s side. He folded the painting a few times and stuffed it into his jacket pocket.

“Send it to you.” Xia Xiqing patted his pocket and gave him a sweet-looking smile, “Don’t dislike it.”

In that smile, he and Zhou Ziheng exchanged a look, then turned around as if nothing happened, put his arm around Shang Sirui’s shoulders, and began to talk about something, “There is a divorce agreement in Ruan Xiao’s room. I think it must be related to that. Have you read it…”

Zhou Ziheng put his hand into his pocket, and the paper inside gave off a strange warmth.

“Thank you.” Zhou Ziheng finally spoke to his back.

You should thank me.Xia Xiqing did not look back, but raised his hand behind his back.

When he was applying paint, he saw the writing consisting of blank traces on the paper, only four simple words.

[Turn off the lights in the sofa flashlight study]

The author has something to say:

Zhou Ziheng is a person who has more inner drama than suffering, a person who is resenting the situation in his heart all day long, a person who calls a scumbag one second and accepts other people’s flowers the next…Gong.