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In the face of everyone's gaze, Chi Yiyin was calm and unhurried, and his smiling and peaceful appearance made others unable to see the slightest sense of disobedience, and unable to see through his true thoughts at the moment.

There was no sound in the live broadcast room. Almost all the audience held their breath and looked at the screen nervously, wondering how Chi Yiyin would deal with the current situation and get rid of everyone's suspicion.

Some people are praying for Chi Yiyin, while others are excitedly waiting for death to come,

There were ripples in the air, and Ma Yuze's figure loomed, looking worriedly at Chi Yiyin.

From an angle that only Chi Yiyin could see, she silently mouthed to him, wanting to strike preemptively and control the situation before everyone reacted.

Chi Yiyin smiled and shook her head slightly, stopping Ma Yuze's thoughts.

It is a bad idea to tear one's face and use force to solve it. Once you do it, you will take the initiative to stand on the opposite side of everyone, and you will lose the advantage of his careful planning.

There is no need to use it until the end of the mountain.

Besides... who said they were cornered?

The initiative has always been in his hands—no matter how much the system tries to kill him, thinking that it already understands his character and acts, it is nothing but the system's self-righteous delusion.

Under everyone's gaze, Chi Yiyin spoke slowly, introducing herself to everyone calmly.

"Chi Yiyin, the original identity is..."

Chi Yiyin smiled and pointed to the coat on her body: "A small town detective."

Poor young detective Brian Root was already killed by the monster driver, and the body thrown in the trunk was also left in the burning car.

In the eyes of the two people in the same car, Chi Yiyin had been asleep in the car from the very beginning. They didn't know Chi Yiyin's real identity, nor did they see the body in the trunk.

Except for Chi Yiyin himself, no one will know the specific situation.

So, relying on this overcoat that was originally used to keep out the cold, he logically took over the identity of an agent.

Even if the two of them realized something was wrong, Chi Yiyin would still have a way to keep them from speaking, even if they spoke, no one would believe them.

Since he could save the lives of those two, he could naturally take their lives as well.

— as long as it is necessary.

Chi Yiyin lowered her eyes and smiled slightly. In just a short moment, she was fully prepared in her heart.

[System, do you want to kill me with the help of other players? 】

Chi Yiyin groaned with a smile, but was gloomy and cold: [You are not qualified to sit opposite me at this poker table. If you want my life, you must first ask yourself if you are worthy. 】

The system remained silent, without rebuttal or explanation.

And everyone before the live broadcast: [Huh? ? ? ]

[When did he become a small town detective, did I miss it? ]

[No, right... I remember the anchor looked at the trunk of the jeep before it exploded. That's the agent, right? I glanced at the anchor while he was looking at his credentials, and it was a young man named Brian—not an anchor, anyway. ]

[…Grass! I understand, the anchor has no initial identity at all, he took over the identity of the detective, taking the dead man in the car as himself, stealing the sky and changing the day! ]

[Stupid, can you still play like this? The boss's operation is so terrifying. ]

[hiss! It's over, the people at the scene didn't realize it at all, wake up! You have been lied to! After being cheated by the anchor, why do you still look like thanking him! ]

[We are from God's perspective, and we have been watching every move of the anchor, but the people on the scene can't see it. Alas, I feel sorry for the person who has a copy of the anchor. ]

The audience outside the arena were anxious to rush into the dungeon, shaking everyone violently so that everyone could wake up and see clearly the tricks and lies under the skin of the elegant gentleman in front of them.

And everyone looked at Chi Yiyin, who had a calm and natural attitude, and looked away without doubting him.

"It seems that the twelfth man is not among us."

Someone looked up in the direction of the stairs in wonder: "Could it be, among the few people who arrived in front?"

Among the people present, either they were rescued by Chi Yiyin for various purposes, or they asked him for help. Jingcha even used special means to confirm that Chi Yiyin would enter this dungeon, and then followed into it after positioning.

Everyone believed in Chi Yiyin's identity. Even Jingcha, who regarded Chi Yiyin as his deadly enemy, had already subtly recognized his judgment and trusted his conclusions.

Now among all the people, Chi Yiyin has a faint tendency to be regarded as an opinion leader, and what he says will convince everyone.

But... what if the trusted person intentionally tells a lie that benefits him, and induces everyone's thinking to deviate from the normal course and develop in the direction he wants?

Chi Yiyin didn't make a sound immediately, but just sat aside calmly, watching everyone's discussion with each other.

This discussion, which was destined to be fruitless, soon ended in silence where no one spoke.

Slowly, some people turned to look at Chi Yiyin: "Mr. Chi, what do you think?"

Chi Yiyin chuckled.

Most people are lazy in thinking, they are used to listening to one voice, using other people's thinking as their own thinking, as if this can cover up the fact that their brains are empty. They rely more on the ideas of those they trust to be right than their own.

After being replaced by others to think for a long time, it is difficult to adapt to the difficulty of thinking alone.

Chi Yiyin doesn't like stupid people.

At times like this, though, he didn't hate the inertia—it was good for him, wasn't it?

"When Chen San was here before, I didn't say anything."

Chi Yiyin spoke slowly, and said, "I was in his car and found something not quite right."

Everyone was surprised, but most of them took it for granted that they were inertial, and their expressions seemed to say: Look, it must be right to ask Chi Yiyin, he can see things that I didn't pay attention to.

Chi Yiyin repackaged what she found in Chen San's car in words, and told everyone in a direction that was beneficial to her, silently leading everyone to doubt Chen San, thinking that the twelfth person should be Chen San.

— Or Chen San is an insider.

"That's right! If Chen San is fine, why did he hide the number of people on the bus?"

Someone suddenly realized: "No wonder he wanted to kill the last newspaper delivery boy who came in, just because he wanted to die without evidence? This way he can protect himself, or his friends, and no one will know who the twelfth person is."

Chi Yiyin nodded and looked at Wang Lele: "You were here before I came, did you notice Chen San's unusual behavior?"

Wang Lele shook his head and said regretfully, "I came after him. I don't know what he did before that."

"However, after I got here, we boiled water in the hall, made tea together and chatted to warm our bodies. When I saw it, Chen San didn't seem to do anything special."

Wang Lele's words seemed to be proof for Chen San, but instead became evidence that Chen San had problems. Under Chi Yiyin's intentional guidance, everyone's suspicion of Chen San became stronger.

"It's hard for the people in the middle to do anything, right? After all, there are people next to them, and they are watching everything they do. It must be difficult to perform well if they get in the way."

Someone put forward their own doubts: "In this way, there is room for the people at the front and rear ends to play. If it wasn't the last newspaper seller who arrived, would it be Chen San who came first?"

Everyone subconsciously looked at Chi Yiyin.

Chi Yiyin seemed to have just thought of this level, and acted in a contemplative state, as if thinking about the rationality of this.

"I'm thinking, if there's a twelfth person, what's his purpose for getting in among us?"

Chi Yiyin pondered and said: "Kill someone? Beg for money? Or something else, we don't know yet. But one thing is for sure, his purpose cannot be exposed to others, otherwise he will fail."

What is the purpose of the real twelfth man?

—He has no purpose, and most wants to find a place to sleep and rest, but was tricked into the dungeon by the system.

Seeing Chi Yiyin's attitude, someone immediately echoed, "That's right, no matter what the twelfth person wants to do, he must avoid people. No one knows what Chen San did before."

"He reacted so violently just now, as Mr. Chi said, he wanted to pass the suspicion on to the newspaper seller, right?"

"Fortunately, Mr. Chi is here, otherwise he would have succeeded. It would be too dangerous. This man is indeed insidious."

Chi Yiyin didn't seem to say anything, but he said everything.

There was no direct accusation against Chen San in his words, but it was precisely because of this that everyone was more convinced. Based on his thinking, Chen San was naturally suspected.

——It is difficult for people to admit that they are lazy in thinking. Compared with the "truth" told by others, they are more likely to trust the conclusions of their own "thinking", so even their sight is controlled by their thinking, and they only see what they want to see facts, ignoring all disadvantages to their own conclusions.

Even if they don't realize it, their "thinking" is actually based on the foundation that other people deliberately give.

At this point in the discussion, it is a foregone conclusion.

Except for Chi Yiyin, all the people present were more or less suspicious of Chen San, thinking that Chen San was the one with evil intentions.

Even if Jingcha still felt that Chen San had no motive, although he could not provide evidence that Chen San was the twelfth person, he could not find a reason why Chen San was not.

Looking at the scene of eager discussion in front of him, Chi Yiyin smiled slightly, hiding his achievements and fame.

So, when it comes to brainstorming, it's best not to be absent.

You don't want to know how you will be treated and thought by others when you are absent, and what kind of identity you will be given.

Before the seeds of doubt fall into the ground, it is best not to let it have an environment to take root, otherwise... it will be difficult to turn the situation back.

For example, Chen San's current situation.

Chi Yiyin raised her eyes and looked in the direction where Chen San left.

And in the room where there was no one else, Chi Yiyin's handsome and quiet profile appeared in the air, and his every move was watched.

Li Sijun sat on the chair with his long legs crossed, he looked up at the screen projected in the air, only Chi Yiyin was left in his field of vision.

Slowly, he grinned his lips and evoked a smile, and the light in his golden brown eyes fluctuated.

Li Sijun tilted his head back, and laughed softly, and then the laughter became louder and louder, comfortable and happy.

"He's really good, isn't he? No matter what hole you dig him, he can dodge and jump over it, save it, and even turn a disadvantage into his advantage."

He patted his knuckle-jointed palms one after another, applauding and celebrating Chi Yiyin's escape.

—Even if it was him who set the trap.

"However, it was you who disappointed me."

Li Sijun tilted his head, smiled lightly and said to the air beside him: "If you can only achieve this level, what is the meaning of your existence? My dear Chi Yiyin said something right—you Yes, are you qualified to take his life?"

The system hesitated to speak, and wanted to bury itself deep in the soil to escape.

Li Sijun suddenly felt bored, and waved his hand lazily: "Get lost."

The air fluctuated instantly, and something pulled away from the room and disappeared.

Li Sijun raised his eyes and continued to stare at Chi Yiyin on the screen. He couldn't move his eyes from the person smiling lightly on the screen.

Beside him, there was an open red envelope casually.

And the number on the red envelope...

It's zero three.

In the lobby on the first floor.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but at the same time that everyone came to a conclusion, the proprietress just woke up.

She got up from the rocking chair with the blanket in her hand, and stretched lazily, as if she had never heard of the quarrel that just happened in the hall, or even the almost murder on the spot.

And following the actions of the proprietress, everyone put aside Chen San's affairs for the time being, and all looked at her.

"Since everyone is here, let's find a room and check in. What do you want me to do?"

The proprietress looked back at everyone inexplicably, and then suddenly said: "Don't you think that my place is a hotel-style service?"

She rolled her eyes and snorted coldly: "You can find what you want by yourself, self-catering accommodation, you can't live if you love it, and you can't get out. My unlucky hotel holds invitations every year. Don't you think that My pleasure?"

The proprietress briefly introduced the layout of the hotel to everyone.

In addition to the living room with fireplace and the coffee table on the first floor, going further is the proprietress' room, and there is a room for the hotel staff next to it, but it is now unused and has been locked for many years.

Not far away is the kitchen, and behind the kitchen is the firewood room. Except for the proprietress who regularly checks the firewood every day, no one will approach the firewood room.

As for the second and third floors, there are six rooms on each floor, a total of twelve rooms.

In the small room at the corner of the second floor, all the quilts and spare warm clothes of the hotel are placed. The proprietress told everyone that if they need it, they can take it by themselves. This is also the person who sent the invitation to pay for it early.

"There are all kinds of ingredients in the kitchen. The town will deliver supplies every seven days to half a month. You have to rely on yourself for what you want to eat. Don't rely on me."

The proprietress raised her hand to look at the time, and said, "However, I will cook my own meals every eighth round number. If you go downstairs during this time, maybe I will take your share with me depending on my mood."

As she said that, she muttered about why the fire in the fireplace was not burning, and swayed to go to the woodshed behind.

"By the way, there is one thing I forgot to say."

The proprietress suddenly remembered something, she stopped her feet and turned to look at everyone: "In the room at the end of the third floor, there is a regular customer who lives here all the year round. That gentleman is Xijing, please don't disturb him, otherwise he will be very angry."

Chi Yiyin frowned, feeling that what the proprietress said made him feel a little out of place.

Xijing's regular customer?

According to the deli uncle, eleven people die in the Snow Mountain Hotel once a year in the town. If you are a frequent visitor to the town, it is impossible not to know about it, especially if you are a regular visitor.

That gentleman, no matter what his identity, was staying in the hotel when the invitation happened. How could it be any different from brushing shoulders with death and watching the deaths of eleven people up close?

This is not a choice that ordinary people would make.

However, Chi Yiyin still paid attention to the proprietress' description of the regular customer.

He immediately realized that this was the lady boss explaining the rules to them—don't disturb the regular customer, otherwise, something terrible will happen.

Just like the deli uncle reminding them not to wake up the proprietress.

Once the boss lady is woken up, time will temporarily stop, which is also one of the hidden rules of the dungeon.

If the player fails to trigger the aborigines in the dungeon to give a rule prompt, I am afraid it will have a bad ending. If you ignore it, you will be killed by the rules directly like the flower-armed man.

Chi Yiyin wanted to ask more about that regular customer, he knew that the rules about this dungeon might be hidden in the information.

But the proprietress didn't want to mention that regular customer, but left the living room on her own after giving instructions to everyone.

It seemed that repeated deaths over the years had numb her.

The residents of the town have resigned themselves to their fate in despair, giving up resistance and exploring the truth, not to mention the boss who saw the death at a closer distance?

For her, as long as the hotel is still open, she must welcome the invitees and witness their tragic and gruesome deaths, the endless repetition of hell.

Looking at the proprietress' back, Chi Yiyin sighed slightly.

Whether it is the residents of the town or the information of the players, the proprietress has never been mentioned too much. No one cares whether she is willing to continue this repeated cycle of hell, or whether she has ever been afraid of panic.

In fact, she is also one of the victims, no different from the eleven people every year.

But it was because of these few glances of the proprietress that Chi Yiyin slowly realized something was wrong and frowned.

When did the first invitation letter event come?

After so many years, why does the proprietress still look like she is about 30 years old?