Xia Yi nodded, "And all of us have been forced to arrange our identities, and we are not allowed to do so. I guess the identities he arranged for us must have a motive for murder for the deceased Qiao Lan."

Speaking of this, the live broadcast room audience also understands what the situation is now.

It is very likely that players will be in a dilemma in the later stage. If OOC is punished, it will be even worse than OOC. You can directly deal with it as a serial murderer.

There is only one way to solve this situation. That is to pour dirty water on the werewolf player.

"Then the question is." Xia Yihui looked at Zhang Qingyu with a smile, "God Master Zhang, are you a werewolf?"

Behind him, a candle appeared out of thin air, setting it silently.

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Zhang Qingyu pressed Xia Yihui's shoulder and gently pushed it with clever force. The latter turned around for a while. Before he could react, the candle in his hand was confiscated.

"What is this?" Zhang Qingyu's lips pursed.

"It's obvious." Xia Yihui's smile remained unchanged, "This is a candle."

He reached out to get the candle, but Zhang Qingyu moved the candle back, pressed his shoulder with the other hand, and said calmly: "I'm not a werewolf."

After saying that, he stretched the candle back to Xia Yihui's eyes.

The candlelight swayed, and the flames trembled, and they were about to go out at any time. The fire reflected a warm light on Zhang Qingyu's wrist, forming a sharp contrast with the cold color in his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhang Qingyu must have guessed his trick. Xia Yihui simply stopped hiding it and said, "Sorry, Master Zhang, I don't trust you, I just need to figure out your camp."

After a pause, Xia Yi looked at Zhang Qingyu's eyes and said sincerely: "I don't want us to be in the opposing camp."

Perhaps it was comforted by Xia Yihui's serious explanation, Zhang Qingyu's eyes became a little cold and said, "Have you figured it out now?"

Xia Yihui narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I figured it out, it means that you are telling the truth. You are indeed in the human camp."

Zhang Qingyu looked at the candle in his hand and his eyes froze.

The touch of the palm of the hand slowly disappeared, and the candle became empty. Once you put in force, you could only grab the air with one hand.

The candle disappeared out of thin air.

"Fortunately, I bought 10 candles and almost got cheated by the game." Xia Yihui sighed: "This is my skill, lying lv1. Through the candle, I judge whether the other party is telling the truth or the lies. The truth will be bright, and the lies will be extinguished."

Originally, Xia Yihui thought that the candles used for lie detection could be recycled, so he only planned to buy 3. Later, he felt that something was wrong. This game was very tricky, and maybe there were not enough candles, so he bought ten in one breath.

Most of the candles in the dungeon are not allowed to carry items. One more 30 coins is sold in the store. Although his skill is good, it is too expensive.

While talking, a loud roar suddenly came from not far away.

"no!!!"

The two immediately stopped talking and turned to look.

The middle-aged man with a short and concise figure and a greasy and fur face said grief: "You can't stop awarding. The Hundred Flowers Award has been established for decades and has never stopped. It must not be broken in my hands!"

Opposite him, a man wearing a police uniform and a righteous eyebrow comforted him: "It's not a mandatory call for you to stop awarding. I'm just a suggestion. Whatever you think depends on yourself."

"I can remind you that there is a lot of pressure on the public opinion outside now. If you insist on continuing to present the awards, even if the awards ceremony is held successfully, you will be constantly insulted for this incident in the future."

The middle-aged man stubbornly said: "If you scold me, you can't stop anyway."

The voice of the agent lady sounded in my ears.

"The middle-aged man who played Moss was Yao Xiangbao, the person in charge of this Hundred Flowers Award. His family has been responsible for this for generations, and it was his turn this time."

Xia Yi replied: "Don't you let me see the situation?"

"I've finished reading it." The agent looked sad and angry. It depends on the situation, but it sounds so nice. It was obviously these two people who disliked her and deliberately sent her away.

Xia Yihe coughed twice, "Who is the one wearing police uniform?"

The agent said: "His name is Zhang Zhou, and he is the general manager of Qiao Lan's suicide."

As they were talking, something happened to Zhang Zhou and Yao Xiangbao again.

A woman dressed in a white-collar worker walked up.

Her makeup is exquisite, which is three-point similar to the dead Qiao Lan. Her originally beautiful face is indeed swollen at this time, and her eyes are covered with bloodshot.

It was obvious that she had cried for a long time, and the white-collar woman was almost unable to walk steadily.

Beside her, a man in a big belly with a suit was supporting her. The man was not in good spirits, as if he had grown much older overnight, and his eyes were full of lumps.

Zhang Zhou greeted, "Let me go out to recognize the body later."

As soon as these words were said, the white-collar woman finally couldn't help but burst into tears, almost heartbroken. The man in the suit beside him quickly pale, and he raised his hand to wipe away two tears, with his face full of sadness.

"The acting is so good." The agent muttered in a low voice.

Xia Yihui was shocked, and suddenly turned his head to look at the agent, reached out to grab her wrist, "What are you talking about?"

Is the agent a player? Otherwise, why would she say that other people have good acting skills? Only players should understand the definition of ooc.

The agent was confused, "I said that their dog-boy-woman acting skills are really good."

When Xia Yi heard the words "A man and a woman" and let out his hand. There was a casual look on his face, as if he asked casually, "Are they Qiao Lan's relatives? I saw that both of them were crying sadly."

"Go." The agent frowned in disgust, "That is Qiao Lan's sister Qiao Fei, and Qiao Lan's husband Hu Leihou. These two people know about the little things in the entertainment industry. They got together with Qiao Lan, and now they are crying here. They pretend to be merciful. In my opinion, they want Qiao Lan to die sooner."

"I think the internal factors should be caused by the two of them this time. When my sister and her husband got together, she must feel uncomfortable. She committed suicide neatly, but she felt pity for his youngest son."

"There is a real distress for his son to run out to collect the body. They only show off in front of so many people. Is this acting not good?"

Xia Yihui nodded, "What about external factors? She isn't she about to win the Best Actress Award, what else is there in her career?"

"You don't know this." The agent said mysteriously: "These big prizes are controlled by □□. Whoever wins the prize won the prize will have to look at the boss."

"I heard that she offended a financial giant before, and the boss said that this award from the Best Actress Award could not be given to her."

Xia Yihui calmly listened to the agent telling a lot of gossip in the circle. Regardless of whether these gossips are true or false, they all listened to them anyway, and they might have something to do with the plot of this dungeon.

After a while, the guards began to evacuate the crowd. The agent stopped talking and smiled at Zhang Qingyu with a flattering smile: "Mr. Zhang, do you need Xia Xia to go to your place tonight?"

Xia Yihui was shocked and said embarrassedly: "I think I'm not in good health today..."

"Don't talk." After scolding the agent, he turned his head and looked at Zhang Qingyu happily, saying, "Don't listen to his nonsense. He ate a lot today, just like a pig. Can he eat so much if he is not feeling well?"

Xia Yihui: "..." He was so active in sending his artists out, it seems that this agent is not a good person either.

He looked up at Zhang Qingyu, but saw Zhang Qingyu also looking at him.

The two of them met, and Xia Yihui seemed to be frightened and immediately turned around and looked elsewhere. Her guilty appearance was simply not obvious anymore.

I just broke the relationship between Ex. If I had sex at night, Xia Yihui really didn't know how to face Zhang Qingyu.

A sigh came from my ear, but it seemed that there was no.

He heard Zhang Qingyu's voice without any emotion, "Since you are not feeling well, take care of yourself, let's forget it today."

"Mr. Zhang!" The agent explained anxiously, "Don't be angry, Xia Xia is just..."

Xia Yihui secretly turned his head to look at Zhang Qingyu and found that the latter's eyes were still on him. This time he did not turn his face away, but looked back with a thorn in the middle of his head.

"I'm not angry." Zhang Qingyu cursed himself and curled his lips, "Why am I..." Halfway through the words, the sentence stopped and disappeared. He turned around, tall and long legs, and he merged into the crowd in a few steps, and then he could never find it again.

The agent was so angry that he was not good at it. "Look, Mr. Zhang obviously had a real relationship. Even if you don't like him, you can find a decent reason. What the hell is that your body is uncomfortable? You even say that it's too messy today and you want to avoid suspicion."

Xia Yihui's heart thorns and pursed her lips without saying a word.

What did Zhang Qingyu just want to say?

‘How could I be angry?’

‘How could I bear to be angry?’

‘How could I be angry?’

No matter which one it is, it makes Xia Yihui feel guilty. His hiding attitude is really hurtful.

But I suddenly told him that he had to give up on others and then he had to give up on others. I had to give him some time to buffer and think.

Seeing Xia Yihui's appearance, the agent had no choice.

In places like the entertainment industry, it is most taboo to talk about feelings. Because there is no need to talk about it, and after talking, you will compare who is more heartless.

Everyone dispersed, and Xia Yihui was also sent back to his room by his agent.

This Hundred Flowers Award is handled throughout the process, and the artist’s residence, lunch boxes, etc. are taken care of in one-stop.

Qiao Lan jumped in her room, and her room number was Room 406.

Xia Yihui's residence was 511. When he passed the fourth floor, he found that the door of Room 406 had been intercepted and coiled.

Two people wearing police uniforms were smoking and chatting against the wall. One of them looked familiar. It was Zhang Zhou, the police officer who had just started a conflict with Yao Xiangbao in the lobby.

Without looking at it, he immediately returned to his room.

Before leaving, the agent handed over Xia Yihui a cell phone and told him with great sincerity: "I just found it in the dressing room, you forgot to take it. You should contact Mr. Zhang tonight and don't be arrogant. If he gets tired of it one day, you will have no place to cry."

Xia Yimo took the phone speechlessly and turned away the agent of the 10-eight-girl.

The first thing to do when you go back to your room is to turn on the TV to watch the news.

Sure enough, major satellite TV stations are now reporting this news. People die directly in front of the national media, and there are still many fans around them. I can't hide this matter even if I want to.

"...We will connect with the on-site reporters, please read the report."

"Hello everyone, I'm at the award ceremony of the Hundred Flowers Awards. You can see that there are many people, fans, and major reporters around now. Less than two hours after the news of Ms. Qiao Lan's death broke out, about 500 fans gathered at the scene, and the number of people is still increasing, and the road traffic is already severely congested..."

Xia Yihui walked to the window, opened a small gap to look down.

It was drizzling outside, and a large number of fans were wearing raincoats and holding Qiao Lan's posters, crying in a daze. More people were standing in the rain without any protective gear.

Qiao Lan is an active star in the last century and has performed many classic dramas. Many people spent their childhood watching her TV series. Qiao Lan's death almost represents the changes of an era and can easily arouse the sadness of most people.

Turn off the TV. Xia Yihui silently summarized everything that happened after the copy began.

He has never played the Werewolf Killing, so I will summarize the electronic sound words. This time it should be a copy of 10 people, three wolves and seven people.

On the fifth night, if there were still werewolfs alive, three werewolfs entered overtime. If there were no werewolf players, seven humans entered overtime.

This rule indicates that it doesn't matter if you die in the game. As long as you finally guarantee that the werewolf will be destroyed, he will still be able to enter overtime.
To be continued...