Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 239: Four Conditions for Winning the Script Killing Game (4)

While Song Yuesheng was rummaging through the drawers in Room No. 5 looking for clues, the anger of struggle ignited in Room No. 2.

Room 2 is not a bedroom, but a boxing room.

Cheng Yixing looked at Si Wan with dissatisfaction: "Open the door. You and Xu Yunzhou are exchanging clues, why did you bring me in?"

Si Wan suddenly felt confused.

He didn't open the door himself, but asked her instead.

If there is a player from this room in a room, then the player from this room must open the door before the room can leave.

She and Li Mengrou went to Room 9 to exchange information. When they were about to leave, they discovered that there was such a hidden rule.

He has been following Song Yuesheng, so how did he know that?

Si Wan calmed herself down and answered the question irrelevantly: "How long has my sister been in room three?"

"Does this have anything to do with opening the door?" A hint of confusion flashed across Cheng Yixing's brows.

Si Wan silently calculated the time, and then said, "Then I'll open the door for you in half an hour."

"what?!"

Si Wan clenched her fists and her eyes grew colder.

"Cheng Yixing, if you can't stay quiet for half an hour, I'll knock you out. After half an hour, I'll splash water on you to wake you up."

Cheng Yixing frowned: "Why do you have the same temper as Song Yuesheng?"

"She is my sister, how can we not be alike?"

A smile appeared on Si Wan's lips.

Then, she looked at him and said contemptuously: "I'll give you a choice now. But if you make a fuss later, you'll get beaten directly."

"Si Wan, you are too confident in yourself. Open the door."

There was a hint of disdain in Cheng Yixing's smile.

Si Wan snorted lightly, stretched out her body, and punched Cheng Yixing fiercely.

Cheng Yixing then dodged the attack flexibly, while also returning a punch.

Xu Yunzhou silently made more space for the two of them.

Split personality usually occurs when a person suffers severe pain that the original person cannot bear, so a second personality is created to protect oneself.

Si Wan's main personality is also good at Sanda.

She only fights back when she is bullied.

He never talks about being able to fight, and never threatens others with Sanda.

So, being strong and threatening is the other self that Si Wan wants to have?

Xu Yunzhou sighed.

There's nothing wrong with being gentle and weak.

It's like he's extremely demanding about time.

As long as you stand at a certain height, no one will criticize you.

Si Wan is now standing at the top of the mountain.

Her second personality appeared more frequently and for longer periods of time.

He would never let his second personality take over Si Wan's identity.

"Let go! Cheng Yixing, let me go!"

Xu Yunzhou came back to his senses.

I saw that Si Wan's hands and feet were tied.

She struggled backwards with all her might, but was unable to withstand Cheng Yixing's strength.

He pulled her towards the door.

"Let go of Si Wan." Xu Yunzhou slowly approached, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring directly into Cheng Yixing's eyes full of hostility.

"Mind your own business!"

Cheng Yixing ignored Xu Yunzhou's warning and stubbornly pressed Si Wan's wrist forcefully on the door handle.

Turn the handle.

The door opened.

Song Yuesheng was standing outside the door.

For a moment, it was very embarrassing.

**

Song Yuesheng quickly turned his gaze away from the three people in front of him.

However, just as she was about to leave, Si Wan howled "sister" in grievance, which made her stand there in a daze.

Seeing this, Si Wan quickly broke free from Cheng Yixing's restraints and jumped in front of Song Yuesheng to complain.

"Sister, Cheng Yixing beat me. I didn't open the door for him, and he tied me up and forced me to open the door."

Cheng Yixing: “Heh.”

Song Yuesheng pretended not to hear, untied the rope on Si Wan's hands, and spoke earnestly.

"Xiao Wan, you are not young anymore. You have to regain the face you lost. It's getting late, and I still have to go to the karaoke room."

Hearing this, Si Wan smiled and said, "Karaoke room? I've been there. Why don't we just exchange information directly?"

Song Yuesheng thought this method was feasible.

But before that, he had to deal with Cheng Yixing, who was standing at the door of Room 2 like a demon, and Xu Yunzhou behind him.

Song Yuesheng walked over, his eyes turned slightly: "Cheng Yixing, please get some sleep first."

After saying that, she moved swiftly, clenched her five fingers, and struck Cheng Yixing's abdomen accurately and resolutely.

He groaned, slowly slid to the ground and fainted.

Si Wan opened her mouth in surprise.

"Sister, you are so amazing."

Then she waved her fist and gestured twice.

"Can you teach me this trick sometime?"

Song Yuesheng looked at her speechlessly and said, "Hurry up and help me move Cheng Yixing outside."

"Oh oh oh."

Si Wan nodded quickly, then she and Song Yuesheng each grabbed one of Cheng Yixing's arms and moved him to the white wall next to the door.

After doing all this, she found an excuse to drive Xu Yunzhou away.

Fortunately, he listened to the advice.

……

The information Si Wan gave was very useful.

The door of the karaoke room opens to reveal a KTV box.

She heard from the NPC inside that Zhou Shanqing and Tao Yufei met there for the first time and had an indescribable relationship.

She said Zhou Shanqing and Ye Siwen were childhood sweethearts.

A few hidden rules were also mentioned.

But these are not Song Yuesheng’s biggest gains.

The biggest gain was that she saw the props [One vote is worth two votes] and knew what the props looked like.

She told Si Wan most of the clues she found.

Song Yuesheng concealed part of the truth because there was a very high chance that this normal Si Wan wouldn't make it to vote tomorrow.

She wanted to leave herself some way out.

After exchanging information with each other, Si Wan became more and more certain that the murderer was Zhou Shanqing.

She and Song Yuesheng have three votes. If they can convince a few more people, they will definitely get the right vote.

Si Wan let out a long sigh and fell onto the bed tiredly.

bed?

She then looked around.

Gray curtains, green plants on the windowsill, and white wardrobe.

The information about her identity that she wanted to give Song Yuesheng was in this room!

I didn't expect that when I was alone in the room, I would change back to normal without realizing it.

Si Wan glanced at the clock.

Five minutes to go.

She didn't dare to delay any longer, so she picked up the wooden picture frame on the table and ran out.

Because she didn't know when this room would appear again.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Cheng Yixing with a gloomy face.

"Where's Song Yuesheng? Get her out!"

She beats people up whenever she disagrees with them. If he doesn't punch her twice, she really thinks he is a soft persimmon.

"My sister went back a long time ago."

Si Wan didn't want to waste time talking.

But Cheng Yixing snatched the picture frame from her hand.

"Where are you taking this painting?"

Si Wan reached out to grab it: "Didn't you see the signature on the lower right corner? Of course it's for my sister, give it back to me quickly."

"Song Yuesheng can draw?"

"That should be it. This clue appeared in my room..." Si Wan shook her head, "No, it's almost time. You should return the painting."

"I'll take it to her."

Si Wan felt that if she continued talking, it would definitely waste time, so she nodded.

"If you don't give it to my sister, you can expect to be beaten again when I tell her tomorrow."

After saying that, Si Wan quickly returned to her room.

She can't fight now.

If she learned Song Yuesheng's punch, she would no longer have to care about anyone's feelings.

**

"Dong dong dong."

knocking?

Song Yuesheng wrapped her hair with a towel and looked towards the door.

Si Wan said that if there is only one player in the room and the person knocking on the door is also one person, then both parties can hear it.

but.

Song Yuesheng glanced at the clock.

It was almost ten o'clock, who would risk breaking the rules to come to her?

"Song Yuesheng, I know an important clue. Open the door and I'll tell you. No more waiting."

No one else could make such a sound except Cheng Yixing.

No wonder he dared to ignore the rest rules that Sivis mentioned.

Song Yuesheng thought for a moment and walked towards the door.

"Just tell me here, any clues?"

She opened the door a little and held the handle, not intending to let him in.

Cheng Yixing had prepared something to say, but the moment his eyes met Song Yuesheng, he was speechless.

She seemed to have just taken a shower.

Wrapped in a bath towel.

The wrapped hair was still dripping.

The black tattoo on his chest comes to life.

"asshole……"

boom!

Room 7 was closed mercilessly.

Song Yuesheng clicked his tongue.

She shouldn't have any expectations of the male lead.

He said there was an important clue, but it turned out he came here to curse me.

If she didn't want to find extra things to do, she would have ignored the time and beaten him.

Outside.

Cheng Yixing placed his fingertips lightly on the door frame, his eyelids slightly lowered.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

Just at this time.

"When-when-when-"

The long bell rang slowly, echoing in the quiet corridor.

The bell struck ten.

It's ten o'clock sharp.

A strange shadow silently climbed up the door of Room 7.

Stretch, twist.

Cheng Yixing turned around abruptly, a sharp look in his eyes, staring at the maid who suddenly appeared.

"From now on, you are not allowed to go near room seven."

"Yes, Master Cheng."

The maid responded with a hint of a smile, which looked particularly strange under the light of the hall.

Then, her body began to twist and deform, gradually turning into a pool of dark, sticky and strange liquid, emitting a suffocating smell.

The liquid seemed to have life as it slid into the adjacent Room 8 and slowly seeped through the crack in the door.

Soon, it disappeared.

Just like the nine pools of liquid that had entered other rooms.

Cheng Yixing watched all this indifferently.

It seems that it has become commonplace.

After a while, Cheng Yixing leaned against the door of Room 7, touching the picture frame with his fingertips, and there seemed to be nostalgia in his eyes.

His mouth was slightly open and his voice was low and slightly hoarse.

"I'm not talking about you."