It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Chen Wangya clenched her fists, and the smile on her lips gradually disappeared, replaced by undisguised anger and hatred.

Zhao Yihe's power was a shadow that she once deeply feared, but now, she would never be controlled by this fear again.

"Hey, you're too arrogant. This is our home ground."

As Chen Wangya said, this is a special game copy created by the God of Mischief.

Although the game does not allow too much unfairness, people in the JOKER organization will have more permissions and benefits than ordinary people.

As the tension between Chen Wangya and Zhao Yihe grew stronger, Xiao Huai simply turned around and left quietly.

He ignored the tense confrontation and did not respond to them, just walked towards the other side of the hall without any hesitation.

The young man looked at the intense atmosphere of the confrontation, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then smiled and followed Xiao Huai silently.

He walked on the floor with a brisk and playful pace, looking around curiously as he walked.

"Where are you going?" asked the boy.

Xiao Huai didn't look back and walked towards the huge mural in the center of the hall.

Seeing Xiao Huai still silent, the young man shrugged his shoulders and followed Xiao Huai to the mural as if he didn't care. Then he began to introduce himself in a familiar manner:

"My name is Qi Can, would you like to get to know me?"

Qi Can stood beside him, tilting his head, observing Xiao Huai's expression.

Xiao Huai glanced sideways at Qi Can, his tone calm and cold: "How well do you know this painting?"

Qi Can shrugged lightly, smiling lazily. "I wouldn't say I understand it, but since it's one of the central themes of this game, I imagine you're more interested in it than others." A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. "After all, Mr. Novelist, the logic of solving crimes and writing do share some similarities."

Xiao Huai raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile, "Of course, I am very interested in this painting."

He pointed to the blank areas of the mural and continued, "Did you notice? Although many areas are unfinished, there are two important figures that are not drawn at all."

One is Jesus in the center and the other is Judas on the left.

Qi Can was stunned for a moment and looked in the direction of Xiao Huai's gesture.

Sure enough, in this painting, the center is empty, without even a line, as if there was nothing there.

Likewise, Judas's place is left blank, as if they had never appeared in this "Last Supper".

So the whole structure of the painting is like these disciples are shocked by some kind of emptiness in the middle.

Everyone's expression was filled with astonishment and confusion, but if you looked closely, you could see that they were not simply shocked.

After hearing this, Qi Can smiled even more deeply and asked in return, "Really?"

He pursed his lips, seemingly carefully examining the facial expressions of the disciples in the painting.

Sure enough, after careful observation, the expressions of each disciple were different from those in the real painting.

There was not only shock in those people's eyes, but also a hint of fear and confusion that was difficult to conceal.

What does the absence of Jesus and Judas represent?

Is this a new painting, or is there some hidden truth behind it?

Jesus, God.

Judas, the traitor.

nothing.

Nothing at all.

Qi Can scratched the back of his head and said in a relaxed tone: "Maybe the painter died before completing this painting." As he spoke, his nose suddenly began to bleed.

He frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes, then he tilted his head back and pinched his nose to stop the bleeding.

Xiao Huai just looked at him quietly without responding. He took out a brown-covered notebook from his coat pocket, opened it, and quickly wrote a few lines on it with a pen.

Qi Can caught a glimpse of the handwriting on the notebook from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but move closer to see it more clearly.

But Xiao Huai raised his hand slightly and casually covered all the content.

"Wow, you really started writing a novel?" Qi Can smiled helplessly and took a step back: "No, I won't read it, okay?" But his eyes were full of curiosity and he kept glancing at the notebook.

Xiao Huai's eyes turned slightly cold, and he suddenly whispered, "What if what I write is not a novel?"

What if it's a murder plot? Or a rather dark ghost story?

Qi Can stared at Xiao Huai's eyes. Those eyes were like the red tide under the setting sun, stained with a bloody loneliness, with a bit of desolation and danger, making people dare not touch them easily.

The smile on Qi Can's face slowly faded, and his expression instantly turned into silence.

A sudden sharp scream from downstairs brought the two back to reality.

"How could a doctor kill a patient? Are you crazy?" Chen Wangya's voice was sharp and angry, and seemed to come from the direction of the hall.

She asked loudly with a hint of irritation, her tone filled with undisguised hostility: "Who are you trying to scare here? What good will it do to kill me now? Besides, you're the only one covered in blood out of the five of us here. Why don't you explain how you got that blood?"

There was an unconcealable sense of oppression in his voice, like an angry beast, wanting to tear off the other party's disguise and force the truth to reveal itself.

Qi Can couldn't help but frown when he heard Chen Wangya's shout. He looked downstairs and shrugged. "I just hate people from cults like them."

He looked at Xiao Huai nonchalantly and said, "Brother, who do you think the murderer is this time? The doctor does look quite suspicious."

Xiao Huai finally raised his head, but he didn't meet Qi Can's eyes. Instead, he glanced past Qi Can and said indifferently but with a hint of meaning: "What you see with your eyes is not necessarily the truth. Just like you are not necessarily younger than me."

Qi Can was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at Xiao Huai's back as he walked away.

After a moment, he put his hand in front of his lips, as if to hide some emotion, and murmured softly: "So...it's that name that he cares about."

brother.

There was an inexplicable intimacy.

Qi Can smiled, narrowed his eyes, and his gaze lingered on Xiao Huai's back for a moment.

Subconsciously, he touched the purple earring on his left ear.

Purple has always been his favorite color, but after seeing Xiao Huai's deep red eyes, he unconsciously had an idea -

Perhaps red is also a good choice.

Zhao Yihe looked down at his bloodstained white coat, shrugged casually, and smiled calmly: "The reason is very simple, I just performed an autopsy on a dead body." As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence around him, and several people looked at him with different expressions.

Xiao Huai stood at the stairs, his hands in his pockets, leaning on the handrail, looking at Zhao Yihe indifferently.

Zhao Yihe slowly took off his mask, revealing his smiling face.

There are two blood-red moles where his dimples are, which look indescribably strange against his slightly pale skin. Rather than a living person, he looks more like a carefully crafted origami figure.

The smile was innocent and absurd, with a twisted sense of innocence.