Chapter 1 Maybe… The Trap Wasn’t Set by the Killer?

Just as Lou Jia and Lu Xiaoyao expressed the same opinion and gained more support, Charlie suddenly mentioned this in the crowd.

Before anyone could think, Lu Xiaoyao said, "How is that possible? The lunchbox said there was only one murderer this time."

As she spoke, Lu Xiaoyao turned her head to look at the bright and fake-meal NPCs who were like mirrors facing each other. For a moment, she couldn't tell which of the two had sold her the lunchbox at noon.

Forget it, that's not important _(:з」∠)_

"If different traps were designed by different people, then two people wanted to kill Shuchuan... Huh? That's not right either. In that case, there's still only one murderer. It just depends on whose hands Shuchuan died in, right?"

Having said that, Lu Xiaoyao glared at Charlie reproachfully, feeling that the other party's suggestion was simply outrageous.

"Yes, there's only one murderer, but like you said, there may be more than one person who wants to kill Shuchuan. If these two traps weren't made by the same person, I hope the designer of the pit on the stage will come forward as soon as possible. Otherwise, if any unfavorable evidence is collected later, it might be mistakenly directed at the person who made the pit, concealing the real murderer, which would be unfortunate."

Mu Chen spoke up again at this time, obviously following Charlie's previous speculation that the pit and the falling flowerpot were not the work of the same person.

As he said this, his gaze swept over everyone present.

"What if the pit and the flowerpot really are the work of the same person? What if you give the murderer an opportunity to exploit? What if the murderer then says he only designed the pit and tries to deny it? Are you saying it's okay if he admits it? What if?"

Lu Xiaoyao refuted Mu Chen's words for the first time. This time, her speculation wasn't just her own idea; even Lou Jia nodded repeatedly in agreement with her guess.

Lu Xiaoyao was just that kind of person. As long as you gave her a look of approval, she could immediately swell up and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

In response, Mu Chen's gaze finally landed on Lu Xiaoyao, and he said with a fake smile, "Then I was overthinking it."

The displeasure and sarcasm in his tone still didn't discourage Lu Xiaoyao. On the contrary, Lu Xiaoyao actually felt a sense of pride in being able to talk down to the big boss, and she became even more confident and radiant!

[emmm, how should I put it? If I hadn't been unable to resist going to the forum to see some big shots' reviews and players' role-playing revelations, I would have really thought my崽's performance had improved this round.]

[How so? Can the person in front elaborate without spoiling?]

[Dream on, wanting to elaborate without spoiling first? Don't you think you're too beautiful!]

[Alas~ This game, the key is to look at... to look at whether the actor playing 'Charlie' can withstand it.]

…

Mingmei looked at the comments on the screen saying that the key point was actually on Charlie. She curiously glanced at Charlie a few more times, but seeing that he was nothing special, and remembering Mu Chen's step-by-step questioning of Charlie earlier, combined with what the audience in the live broadcast room were saying, Mingmei was guessing if Charlie was the murderer.

However, if Charlie was the murderer, wouldn't her lunchbox hint be invalid?

Mingmei shook her head secretly in confusion, feeling that there were still many strange things.

And because the evidence presented by everyone in this round didn't have any substantive key evidence, at most it was some issues with character settings and personalities.

Even if Charlie was very suspicious, there was still no key evidence.

The second round of searching came quickly. This time, Lou Jia arranged for everyone not to search in groups, but to search individually, one person searching one room, while he himself would first go to the Sky Garden on the 24th floor to carefully examine it again.

…

"I didn't expect I'd be searching Charlie's room~" Lu Xiaoyao remembered that Li Yuan and the others had searched this room before, so she followed their previous search traces and looked again at the less than one-hundred-square-meter apartment space.

The other party's old newspapers were still on the table. Originally, the differences on these newspapers had already been photographed by Mu Chen and the others. Logically speaking, she wouldn't look at them again.

Lu Xiaoyao thought so too, but she happened to take another look, and she noticed that on the newspaper about Shuchuan, besides Shuchuan's face being conspicuously marked with an X, the two company names circled in colored marker were something she hadn't noticed before.

One of them was naturally the group Shuchuan created later, and the other was the name of the small company he invested in.

With a thought, Lu Xiaoyao took out her phone and searched for this small company that was unremarkable at the time but was discovered by Shuchuan's discerning eye.

With this search, Lu Xiaoyao really discovered something else…

Charlie was a little uneasy.

He was currently standing in Li Yuan's room.

Lou Jia had searched this room earlier.

Just like Lou Jia said, it was very clean and tidy.

If it weren't for the unfinished porridge in the small pot on the dining table and the tea brewing in the transparent health pot announcing that someone lived here, Charlie would have suspected that no one lived in this room at all.

He opened the closet and looked at the black, white, and gray shirts one by one. The texture he felt when he touched them was also impeccable. Even if he didn't know the brand of these clothes, he could still feel that the price of these shirts should be expensive.

"A recent college graduate, whose parents also passed away the year he went to college, from a very ordinary family, how did he suddenly start dressing so well?"

Charlie muttered to himself, then couldn't help but laugh first: "Could it be that he was really 'kept'?"

After saying this, Charlie laughed self-deprecatingly. He had previously felt that Lu Xiaoyao's guess was really unreliable, but when it came to him, he was also thinking about all sorts of nonsense.

"Really..."

As he said this, Charlie prepared to close the closet, but unexpectedly a small notebook fell out from the splint on the closet door...

"Why are you still searching?"

Mu Chen had just come in from outside and went straight to the sofa in Lu Xiaoyao's room and sat down, looking up at Mingmei, who was still busy and searching the room in a decent manner, the smile in her eyes spreading and dyeing her entire eye corner.

Hearing his words, Mingmei rolled her eyes at him and said, "Hmph, who told you not to search carefully and sneak out to go to the bathroom in the middle? Look at you, slacking off... As a player, you're not as active as I am, an NPC. What's with your passive attitude?"

"There's nothing to search for in her room."

Mu Chen crossed his arms. Although he said that, his gaze still didn't leave Mingmei, who was carefully observing Lu Xiaoyao's room from top to bottom.

"Of course, if Meimei wants to search, she can more or less see something."

"See something?"

Not showing it on her face, but already disliking the cleanliness of Lu Xiaoyao's room in her heart, Mingmei vaguely remembered the system's judgment of her when Lu Xiaoyao checked her identity panel at the beginning of the game.

Her personality matched her name; she was an ordinary passerby.

"See that she's actually just an innocent passerby."

"Heh~ In this day and age, aren't even passersby worthy of being used as a smokescreen to protect the murderer?"

Mingmei was puzzled. What was the point of putting a character like Lu Xiaoyao, whose identity was as clean as Lou Jia's detective, in this game?

Thinking this, Mingmei couldn't help but ask. So Mu Chen chuckled lightly and added, "Although her identity is honest, some players' hearts are not.

They clearly are nothing but still play their characters in a fancy way, and then... play themselves to death."