"Alain, what do you think" The endless flow of the road was already jammed, and people were irritably honking the horns of their cars over and over again, and from time to time they poked their heads out to look into the police cordon not far ahead, where a large group of law enforcement officers were now gathered, and at their feet, a corpse that had fallen into a human shape could be seen.
"Tell you not to call me that, besides, this should be a long-planned homicide."
The young detective muttered to himself as he bit his pipe and flicked his ballpoint pen at the sauce-like victim on the ground.
"Oh Alain, why do you think that" The detective's assistant was a young and slightly cute woman with big breasts, she wore snow-white gloves, and she held the frame with her middle finger, and asked.
"Does holding your glasses in this position mean that you despise me?"
the detective asked, glancing at his assistant and looking at him.
"Yes, Alain."
The assistant was blunt.
The detective propped his forehead, stood up, and patiently explained, "You see, there is a word in his hand, judging from the handwriting, it must have just been written."
At this point, the young detective began to search around the corpse, as if looking for something.
"What are you looking for?"
asked the assistant with a cute look on his face, and then pressed down the frame with his middle finger.
"Hey, I found it."
The detective ignored her, turned around for a moment, and then suddenly smiled, in some inconspicuous corner in front of him, he was throwing a ballpoint pen that was almost broken.
"Well, I didn't expect it to be the same model as me."
The detective nodded in satisfaction, took out the evidence bag, and carefully tweezed the broken pen inside.
"So what does that mean" The assistant was about to help the frame of her glasses again, when the young detective interrupted her, "It is impossible for a suicidal person to write anything in the process, unless" "It's a death message."
"Yes."
"And what did he write?"
"Let's see," said the detective, turning back to the corpse, tinkering with his ballpoint pen for a while, "Rong Zi" "Honor" "That's right, show me the list of suspects."
After confirming the death of the deceased, the young detective stretched out his hand and asked his assistant for information.
"Won't you take it yourself" The assistant pushed his glasses and handed over the palm-sized notepad.
So what did I pay to hire you for?
The young detective rolled his eyes, quickly opened the notebook, and after only two glances, he suddenly smiled mysteriously, "Hey, I know who the murderer is." ” Ding dong Congratulations to the guests for completing the Tower of Trials Shattered Truth Tier 7 challenge.
Reward settlement for this layer: 100 points of silver pottery, 10 experience points of refining body.
You have now teleported to the eighth floor, and the scene is being generated soon, please wait No way Brother Hao jumped up from the ground with a carp, and he didn't care about it in the dark, so he was busy touching the whole body of his hands, but fortunately, there was no loss of waist, arms and legs.
Ah, did you pass the test, it's so dangerous.
With a long exhale, Brother Hao finally loosened his nerves that had been in a state of bungee jumping, he couldn't help but feel a little funny, obviously a high-speed script that challenged the brainpower of the guests, but he didn't expect that the NC produced was all high-IQ existence, ah, the few detectives I met along the way were good, and I could understand the death message I left behind.
I'm good to be able to read it.
The task on the seventh layer seems very simple, but in fact it is still a bit difficult, after the system has informed that the murderer is Zhang Rong, and then immediately brushed out six other unrelated names, namely Liu Heng, Wang Rong, Qian Xin, Zhang Yiming, Zhang Bailin, Li Zhuangzhuang These names seem commonplace, but when combined with the analysis of the system task requirements, it can be seen that they are actually full of traps.
The system requires the name of the real murderer Zhang Rong to be written, but the guests are given certain restrictions, that is, they can only write one of the words.
So in this way, the guests only need to think about writing a character or a Rong word, it seems simple, but it is not.
If you write a word, at least three of the seven names have the same character, of course, if it is placed in the normal situation of the yang world, it doesn't matter if you write a surname, sooner or later you can find out, but obviously it doesn't work in the plot challenge of Yin Si Then look at it again, what if you write the word honor Among the seven suspects, only two people have this word in their names, one is the murderer, and the other is a passer-by Wang Rong So look at it, then the correct answer should be to write the word Rong.
Why, because if it's Wang Rong, can't you just write a king character?
As for the other names, from the point of view of reasoning, just write the word in their name that others don't have.
This question should be easier to reason about for the plot NC detective than the previous nine-square blood number, and the main reason why Brother Hao feels that the difficulty has soared is because of the limited time and the fact that he is still in the thrilling process of falling at high speed But anyway, it doesn't fall into ketchup, which means that the seventh layer is also completed.
Damn, that's exciting.
Helping his forehead, Brother Hao began to recover his spirits, what the hell will the eighth layer be, nnd, just let the horse come The light and shadow flowed, and there was a burst of pleasant laughter in his ears, which was mixed with the sound of wine glasses, knives and forks and discs gently colliding, the indifferent fragrance of carnations, the aroma of the rich sauce of the steak, the taste of red wine, potatoes and tomatoes and various delicacies suddenly drilled into Brother Hao's nose without warning, which caught him off guard.
Ah, is the eighth floor a restaurant, I'm really hungry After the scene in front of him was completely clear, Brother Hao found that he did not appear in any restaurant stall or anything like that, but was sitting upright in front of a long table covered with milky white cloths.
Candles, plates, cutlery and drinking utensils are all neatly placed at your hand.
The program team will give additional meals This is of course impossible.
Looking up, Brother Hao immediately understood what the situation was, this was a plot scene of a family dinner.
Uh-huh, reasoning is supposed to mean after dinner Looking at the few NCs shuttling back and forth in the scene, Brother Hao smiled painfully, and estimated in his heart that the family was choking on today's meal. t1706231537: