Forces of Temptation

    Nanzhou's thinking is very clear.

    —If the skill bar in the game can be displayed, it must be useful.

    If it's just used to measure how powerful the player's initial skills are, it doesn't make much sense.

    The game page has a reason for its design.

    When Nanzhou was concentrating on researching skills, Jiang Fang pulled Li Yinhang over and said something to her.

    Li Yinhang was a little puzzled after hearing this, but she still did.

    She found a set of unopened colorful sticky notes from the drawer of the second bedroom, and marked all the items in the room with numbers.

    Even the sofa cushion, she correctly marked "cushion 1" and "cushion 2" on it.

    When Li Yinhang was busy, Jiang Fang walked around in a leisurely manner.

    When Li Yinhang was recording the number of slippers, Jiang Fang happened to be looking at the shoe cabinet.

    Li Yinhang whispered to him: "Did Brother Nan found something? I think he seems very confident."

    After all, finding clues is the most important thing at the moment. No matter how you think about it, practicing skills should not be the first priority.

    …"Brother Nan"?

    Jiang Fang gave her a deliberate look, and then turned around the pairs of shoes in the shoe cabinet: "I don't know."

    He added: "But I think he may feel that he is not very good at finding evidence, so choose the marginal ob①."

    Li Yinhang: "...?"

    Who is Jiang Fang talking about? Is it Nanzhou?

    He's not good at finding evidence?

    Li Yinhang recalled the extreme operation of Nanzhou on the bus, and felt like a scumbag, listening to one academic tyrant commenting on another academic tyrant, "You didn't find this question useless Can't Grange's mean value theorem be solved?"

    Jiang Fang looked at Li Yinhang: "On the bus, he is the closest to the driving recorder in a straight line, and he was sent from another place. As he said, he should pay the most attention to the surrounding environment. observation."

    "Then, you say, why didn't he choose to use the 'dashcam' as the most convenient item to swindle the 'ghost'? And when I pointed out that there were dashcams, there were some Unexpectedly nervous?"

    Li Yinhang: “…”

    Good question.

    She didn't know when Nan Zhou was nervous.

    Li Yinhang wisely gave up guessing: "...I will sign it."

    Jiang Fang smiled and said, "Go."

    When he started to close the shoe cabinet, he paused for a moment.

    He let out a chuckle and repeated to himself: "...Nange?"

    Nan Zhou did not pay attention to the small movements over Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang.

    He looked around while busy prying the box.

    He came up with very little information, as the room had not changed much from his memory of yesterday.

    The furnishings have not changed, and the objects have not been added or subtracted.

    In his view, everything is normal.

    What's more, Jiang Fang is quite right.

    I have my own weaknesses.

    In this search, he is more likely to cause confusion than to find clues.

    So, after a careful search, Shen Jie's trio returned to the living room, and all they saw were three people who were not doing business in the living room, wandering around, fish.

    The dissatisfaction accumulated since last night made the fitness coach almost refrain from taking a stride to knock the box out of Nan Zhou's hand.

    At the critical moment, Shen Jie pushed his chest and stopped him.

    "Leave him alone. Let them play."

    Fitness Coach: "But he doesn't work..."

    "New people die quickly." Shen Jie's eyes were cold, and she said in a low voice close to her mouth, "If they don't do anything, or mess around and trigger some kind of ban, then it's just for us to try. wrong."

    After finishing speaking, Shen Jie's expression returned to her calm and graceful appearance, and turned around—

    She suddenly realized that Nan Zhou was staring at her.

    Shen Jie's heart skipped a beat due to his emotionless eyes, and her facial muscles were so stiff that they couldn't move.

    But before she could adjust her expression, Nan Zhou pointed to the broken hair beside his ear and made a "stroking" gesture.

    Shen Jie was stunned for a moment, before realizing it, she raised her hand and brushed her hair—

    When she was lying under the bed to check just now, the ends of her cheeks were stained with a little gray.

    Shen Jie breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you..."

    "I don't die so easily. Mistakes don't happen so easily." Nan Zhou said, "Ghosts won't come out just because I play with boxes. Don't underestimate ghosts."

    Shen Jieso blushed to the bottom of her ears, and her face was sore from embarrassment.

    Is this a dog ear?

    …and his tone, how could it be like the ghost is his distant relative?

    Shen Jie let out a haha, and quickly entered the second bedroom with two teammates to check.

    When they searched the house, Chen Sufeng's homework was almost completed.

    Chen Sufeng was relieved and quickly put down his pen, unwilling to maintain this state for a second.

    His back and front chest were soaked with sweat, and he formed a perfect empathy with "Xiao Ming" throughout the whole process.

    —"I don't want to do my homework, but I have to."

    Skinny monkey sticks his head out: "Mr. Nan is cooking. Let's come out and summarize the information first."

    Yu Tuisi patted him on the shoulder and said broadly, "When the summary is over, go take a shower."

    Chen Sufeng nodded obediently, got up and held Yu Tuisi's wheelchair pusher.

    In the kitchen.

      Put it on the table.

    When he and the ingredients stared at each other, Shen Jie's unbelievable voice came from outside: "...Or nothing happened?"

    Chen Sufeng: "Really."

    Yu Tuisi also said: "I was watching, and everything was indeed normal."

    Listening to the conversation outside, Nan Zhou opened the bowl rack.

    There are a set of cheap bowls, three large bowls, five small bowls, and a pile of plates of different colors. It is difficult to judge how many people live in the family.

    He counted the chopsticks in the chopstick cage again.

    It looks like I bought it by the handful, completely unlike those detective novels, where a few people only put a few pairs of chopsticks.

    Life is not so obvious.

    He heard Shen Jie knock on the table.

    Looks like she's about to speak.

    Her tone sounded quite old.

    "According to my observation, there are two people living in this family."

    "It is not difficult to make such a judgment. Although there is no photo in this family, the number of bedding is more than four or five, and it is difficult to see how many people live in this family from the tableware, table, chairs and benches. , but there are still many valuable clues.”

    "We found the opening in the closet."

    "The master bedroom's clothes are all men's clothes, and the underwear is all men's. The results of the size comparison are also the same. It should be used by the same person."

    “No makeup, just a normal moisturizing spray and a can of men’s facial cleanser that will run out.”

    "The shoes worn in the shoe cabinet are all the same size, divided into 43 size shoes and 31 size shoes."

    Shen Jie came to the conclusion: "Xiao Ming lives here with a man. It may be his brother or his father."

    "The mission allows us to experience Xiao Ming's daily life, maybe it is to let us discover the murderer who killed Xiao Ming or his family. Xiao Ming will give us some hints in this, I suggest thinking in this direction."

    After she clearly stated her point of view, Shen Jie spread her hands and said generously: "Come on, Miss Li, tell me what your group found. Apart from the tricks of stickers, Did you do anything else meaningful?"

    Li Yinhang is honest: "I have nothing here."

    Shen Jie thought, it really is.

    She turned her proud face to Jiang Fang and raised her chin towards him.

    Jiang Fang: "Not much."

    Jiang Fang: "First, here, the mobile phone has a signal."

    Shen Jie's trio: "…"

    Shen Jie lost her voice: "Why didn't you say it earlier?!"

    Jiang Fang politely said: "In the morning, Miss Li's mobile phone turned around in each of your hands. I thought everyone would notice this kind of obvious clue."

    Shen Jie was speechless.

    Although it is a clear clue, the mentality of several supernatural missions convinced them that the mobile phone is the most useless thing in the dungeon.

    Anyway, one can't call the police, and two, there is no signal, only newcomers are reluctant to throw away this burden.

    "What's the use of finding it?" Thin Monkey poured a pot of cold water, "There is no door here, this building is still floating, we don't even know the location of the community, can we still ask for help? Can't it?"

    "No hurry. Are you asking for clues?"

    Jiang Fang was gentle and did not get angry at all, making the skinny monkey feel like he had punched cotton.

    Shen Jie asked unwillingly, "The second point of Mr. Jiang..."

    "Well, that's about to be said." Jiang Fang nodded and said, "Second, before we arrive, there should be three people living in this family for a long time."

    Shen Jie: "…"

    She was a little stunned, and instinctively defended: "Impossible. There are only traces of the lives of two people at home..."

    In order to prove her inference, she stood up, walked straight to the entrance, and opened the shoe cabinet: "Look, there are only two kinds of shoes, and the size is only for two people-"

    Jiang Fang also walked to the shoe cabinet and gestured for Shen Jie to protect her skirt to avoid it being exposed. She just squatted down and put it on the bottom layer of the shoe cabinet. Take out two pairs of men's shoes.

    Shen Jie: "The size of these two pairs is also 43-"

    The next second, she fell silent.

      Not even with strong detergent.

    Under one of the men's shoes, there is a shoe print left by a pair of 36 and 7 size shoes.

    Jiang Fang said gently: "Miss Shen, this is the 'trace'."

    Nan Zhou pricked up his ears and was a little happy to hear it.

    He touched the knife holder inadvertently, making a small clatter.

    Li Yinhang also marked the knife.

    A kitchen knife, a scissors, and a fruit knife, all inserted in the knife holder, clearly separated.

    There is no electric cooker in this house, only a frying pan, a small frying pan, a mandarin duck hot pot, a soup pot, and a pressure cooker.

    Standard home configuration.

    After thinking about it, Nan Zhou took out the pressure cooker from the cabinet, put the washed rice aside, and lifted the lid.

    …The moment he looked into the pot, Nan Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly.

    Outside the kitchen, Jiang Fang showed Shen Jie other "traces".

    There are four or five mothballs in the closet, and the fragrance of Miss Cocoa that has not been successfully concealed.

    At the bottom of the transparent ashtray, there are two adult index finger prints of different sizes and shapes, which should be left by holding the bottom when the ashtray was poured.

    It's almost always the smallest details.

      nothing."

    "Divorced, there have been women in this family."

    Even if the findings of Shen Jie's trio were completely overturned, Jiang Fang was still neither humble nor arrogant: "These are the clues we found here."

    Yu Tuisi's discovery is not very valuable.

    "Xiao Ming should be a more delicate and sensitive boy."

    “There are many picture albums on his bookshelf. I picked a few picture albums that could be turned over and found that they are all very artistic and colorful.”

    "In terms of subjects he is good at, he is much more likely to be in a daze in math and English classes than other subjects."

    Speaking, Yu Tuisi spread out a math book in front of everyone.

    “…He will smear the spaces of numbers and letters, and will do some copying and graffiti in the corners.”

    "In contrast, he prefers Chinese. He has already completed half of his summer homework in Chinese, and the completion rate is very good. He has completed the most of all subjects."

    This conclusion does not seem to help them clear the customs.

    However, little is better than nothing, and Shen Jie can't expect a lame man to make any brilliant discoveries.

    After the discussion, everyone was silent, digesting the message of "there was a woman at home".

    At this time, many people began to turn their eyes to the kitchen frequently.

    After a night of worry, a half-day of searching, and this discussion, they were already hungry.

    Although some people worry that the meals made by Nanzhou are part of "Xiao Ming"'s daily tasks and cannot be eaten casually, they have some expectations for the finished product.

    However, after an hour, their expectations were completely shattered.

    The beginning of destruction is a green and black chicken wing that was brought to the table.

    Everyone: "…"

    The skinny monkey pointed at the strangely colored chicken wings with a burnt edge: "What is this?!"

    Nan Zhou replied, "Coke chicken wings."

    “…why is it green?”

    Nanzhou: "Because there is no Coke."

    Speaking, he put the small half bottle on the table prominently: "You drink first."

    Everyone: "…"

    When they saw the black spinach that Nanzhou poured out in this hour, and the fried squirrel fish with the fish head facing the sky and the dish being a dead set, everyone thought they had already No waves.

    But when Nanzhou served the table, everyone stood up and stayed away from the table.

    Shen Jie stretched out her hand tremblingly and pointed to the contents of the soup pot: "...what is this?"

    Nanzhou: "Main food."

    Everyone has only one feeling: don't insult the word staple food.

    Li Yinhang endured nausea and observed the main ingredients: "…Mr. Nan, why should black rice be cooked with noodles?!"

    Nanzhou: "I want to cook with black rice, but I add too much water."

    Nanzhou: "There's a lot of water, so if you are idle, you will be idle. Also, there is less black rice.

    Nan Zhou: "Can't you?"

    The snow-white vermicelli was colored with black rice, and it was stewed and mixed together.

    To put it bluntly, it's like a pot of bibimbap.

    Everyone's san value has dropped a notch.

    This is the most terrifying thing they have seen since they entered this ghost instance.

    The author has something to say:

    It is not shameful to cook, it is shameful to taste bad and taste strange