[R18] I only like your personality [Entertainment Circle] – “I Only Like Your Character [Entertainment Circle]” Chapter 17 [English]

Chapter 17 Oedipus

Cen Chen looked at the empty bed, feeling a little anxious, “Are there still no clues…” She turned to look at Shang Sirui, “Sirui, what should we do now?”

Shang Sirui sighed, “Let’s wait for the execution vote later.” He took out his phone, and the countdown to the vote was displayed on the screen, “There are still thirteen minutes.”

“Then who do we vote for? Is it still the same one as before?”

Shang Sirui puffed up his mouth and frowned like a child who hadn’t grabbed the candy. “Sister Cen Chen, you won’t be convinced by Xi Qing so quickly, will you? Do you really think that Ziheng is a killer? Anyway, I don’t think that Ziheng’s various performances don’t look like a villain. Besides, he is a top student. Isn’t it normal for him to think clearly and solve problems quickly? What we have to do now is to vote out the most likely person as soon as possible. ”

Cen Chen hesitated for a while and asked uncertainly, “Then we will lobby Ziheng to join us?”

Shang Sirui shook his head, “Forget it. He has been with Xi Qing before and may not listen to our votes. Ruan Xiao has already made an agreement with us before. If we all vote for these three votes…” Suddenly, he heard something, so he gently opened the closet door, and Ruan Xiao’s voice came from another room.

“Okay then, I’ll surrender to you.”

Xia Xiqing’s voice also appeared.

“Believe me, there must be something wrong with him.”

Hearing the footsteps of two people approaching, Shang Sirui quickly moved away. Xia Xiqing and Ruan Xiao walked out of the closet. Seeing Shang Sirui and Cen Xun standing beside the moved bed, Xia Xiqing said, “Did you find any useful clues?”

Shang Sirui lamented, “No… I feel like I can’t find it.”

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows and winked at Ruan Xiao, “Then I’ll go find Ziheng first. Do you want to come with me?”

Ruan Xiao looked at Cen Xun, and Cen Xun also looked at her and winked at her. There was some hesitation on Ruan Xiao’s face, “I… I’ll just stay here first.”

The expression on Shang Sirui’s face was obviously much more relaxed.

Seeing that the three of them had no intention of leaving, Xia Xiqing breathed a sigh of relief, and left the female painter’s room with a calm expression, and thoughtfully closed the door for them.

If Xia Xiqing guessed correctly, Shang Sirui and Cen Xun would definitely try to persuade Ruan Xiao to follow him and vote him out. During this period, Ruan Xiao and he would deal with each other to free up time for him to find evidence.

Shang Sirui is not stupid. He will definitely find that his plan is failing. When the time comes, he will definitely “kill” Xia Xiqing out of desperation because he is afraid that the matter will be exposed.

And this is exactly what Xia Xiqing wants.He wants to force this killer to use his only right to actively kill people, so that he will never pose a threat to Zhou Ziheng again.

The prerequisite is that he can really find evidence to prove Shang Sirui’s identity to Zhou Ziheng before he dies. Otherwise, given Zhou Ziheng’s prejudice against him, he may not believe his words.

There was no one in the living room. Xia Xiqing didn’t know where Zhou Ziheng was now, and he didn’t have time to find out.

He took out his phone and looked at the countdown, there were still eight minutes left.

Xia Xiqing, who walked quickly towards Shang Sirui’s original room, rolled up his white shirt to his elbows. After entering the door, he walked directly to the empty wall that the camera was facing, and once again confirmed that the two nails were still there, and they were indeed there.

There must have been paintings here.

Xia Xiqing took out every piece of clothing in the closet and threw it on the ground. The closet suddenly became empty, with nothing in it.Xia Xiqing tried to consider the problem through Shang Sirui’s thoughts at that time.

Judging from the paintings in his room, the painting here should also have been framed, unless he removed the frame, no, no, it would be too troublesome and there are no tools.Shang Sirui didn’t even bring out his medical records, so such a big painting was even more impossible.

Xia Xiqing looked around the whole room. He must be hidden in a corner of the room.

Where, exactly where?

The situation was so tense that Xia Xiqing felt that his palms were sweating.

he took a breath and tried to calm himself down.Standing in front of the closet, he scanned the entire room carefully. This room was not big, and there were not many places to hide a painting.

carpet?No way, they stepped on it several times.Xia Xiqing lifted the carpet, and sure enough there was nothing.Under the round table?No, he still bent down and checked, and there was nothing on the back.

It wouldn’t be such an obvious place.

He walked to the standing cabinet next to the bed and opened all the drawers. There were no paintings inside, and in fact, there was no room for a single painting.

Xia Xiqing’s eyes finally stayed on the bed.

He suddenly remembered that when they got the memo for picking up the pen, he proposed to move the bed to check. Shang Sirui was reluctant at first.

Thinking of He’s expression at that time, Xia Xiqing was almost certain that there must be something wrong with the bed. He immediately tore off all the bedding on the prop bed and threw it to the ground one by one, leaving only the bare bed board.

No.Still not.

Impossible.

Xia Xiqing tried to put himself into Shang Sirui’s perspective again, recalling all the details, the expression on his face, and what he said.

The memory became blurry, and the only thing Xia Xiqing was sure of was that Shang Sirui did not want him and Zhou Ziheng to move the bed.

This shows that the very act of “moving the bed” can easily expose the paintings he has hidden.

He thought of an almost impossible possibility.

Xia Xiqing moved the bed alone. To be precise, it was not moving, but it was moved to the wall and raised on one side.This very light prop bed was easily placed on its side on the ground by he, with the bed leaning against the wall and the entire bottom of the bed completely exposed in front of his eyes.

As he expected, there was an oil painting taped to the bottom of the bed, hastily and hastily secured with wide tape.

The protagonist in this painting is a beautiful young man with long light brown hair, who is tightly entangled by a banshee with a human face and an animal body. The banshee’s beautiful face looks up at the young man’s serious eyes, and her two beast-like claws tightly grasp his chest, her eyes full of temptation.

This painting is very familiar to Xia Xiqing. It is “Oedipus and the Sphinx” by Gustave Moreau.

Oedipus is almost one of the most famous and tragic characters in ancient Greek mythology.

He was kind and intelligent, full of human beauty, but he could not escape the oracle of patricide throughout his life.

“Oedipus…Patricide…” Xia Xiqing frowned. Sure enough, he was deceived from the beginning.

This painting is the biggest clue to the identity of the killer.The cheating father and the strained parents have no intention of showing love and care to him.

The well-behaved son who can only communicate with his father through notes is at the lowest ebb of depression.

When he became manic, he killed his father who betrayed the family.

Such a plot was so real that it made Xia Xiqing feel uncomfortable, but the tension at the moment slightly diluted the physical discomfort.He half-knelt on the ground and tried to pull off the tape to take out the painting, but it was too tight. He spent a lot of effort and could only pull off a few strips of tape.

“Xi Qing? Xi Qing, where are you?”

It was Shang Sirui’s voice.

Xia Xiqing’s heart beat faster. He judged the urgency of the matter as quickly as possible and chose to give up and tear open the painting.

He cannot be the only one who knows this, he must tell others.He originally planned to get this painting to Zhou Ziheng, who didn’t believe him. Only with the strongest evidence could he believe what he said.But it’s too late now, let’s explain it directly to him.

He’s time is running out, and Shang Sirui must not be able to wait.

Before he kills himself, he must put all his chances of victory on Zhou Ziheng.

Xia Xiqing immediately walked to the door between Shang Sirui and his original room, trying his luck to see if he was inside. If he wasn’t there, he would be in trouble. Shang Sirui was already blocking the living room.

As soon as he opened the study door, Xia Xiqing found it was dark inside.

For a moment, he felt a strong shortness of breath and even felt dizzy.

He hesitated a little, and his steps stagnated uncontrollably. The black room was like an endless black hole, dangerous and unknown. The sticky black seeped from the boundary between light and darkness, adhering to his toes, his feet, and his calves, dragging his whole body in alive.

So uncomfortable…

Xia Xiqing reached out to touch the light at the door of the room in panic, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed by another hand, and he was dragged a few steps and walked directly into the room.Xia Xiqing felt so uncomfortable that he even lost control of his emotions and wanted to curse. Just when he couldn’t help but want to speak, the unreasonable man pushed him against the wall and covered his mouth.

“Shh. I found a clue, I can go out…”

It was Zhou Ziheng’s voice.

The excessive stress reaction made Xia Xiqing even forget to ask Zhou Ziheng why he knew it was him in the first place, even though he couldn’t see anything.

Outside the door, Sirui’s voice got closer and closer.

He’s mouth was covered and he couldn’t speak, but Zhou Ziheng was so strong that Xia Xiqing had no choice but to bite He’s palm hard.

Zhou Ziheng let go of his hand in pain: “What are you doing?”

“I can’t get out.” Xia Xiqing leaned against the cold wall, panting with a slightly hoarse voice.

In the darkness, he groped hard and grabbed Zhou Ziheng’s hand. His voice was deep and urgent, “Shang Sirui is the Killer. Believe me, I will never lie to you this time.”

He said these words in a hurry and panic. Zhou Ziheng’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated a lot, hitting his chest violently. He couldn’t explain why. He probably felt that Xia Xiqing in the dark was too strange.

Before he could say or explain more, the familiar metallic voice came from the ceiling.

“Player Xia Xiqing died. Player Xia Xiqing died.”

Repeated death notices circled overhead, spreading through the darkness.

Although everything in his field of vision was endless black, Zhou Ziheng could feel that the cold hands holding him loosened, and his fingers gradually left the accelerating pulse of his wrist.

“From now on, player Xia Xiqing loses the right to speak. Please go to the elimination seat in the living room to wait for the elimination.”

The author has something to say: The next chapter will be Zhou Ziheng’s carry to end the game.

Zhou Ziheng: I recognized my wife in a second and was bitten, which made me angry.

Xia Xiqing: Aren’t you quite excited? Your little heart is pounding~

Zhou Ziheng: That, that’s so angry!