Absurd Deduction Game Chapter 530

Chapter 530 I really envy you like this

"Definitely not here." Yu Xing sat on the bedside with a very relaxed look, "I knew that I would be the first to be suspected. How could I bring the evidence back under such circumstances?"

"What on earth is that book?" Zhao Yijiu had wanted to ask for a long time. He had never seen a dungeon prop that could make an NPC lose his temper and spend so much time investigating.

"You'll know after I get it back." Yu Xing smiled and turned his gaze towards Zhao Yijiu's table, "Anyway, they won't be here for a while. You tell me first. They are at the door of the office. What did you hear?"

The curtains of the dormitory had been closed when they left, and the room was dimly illuminated by a lamp in the common area.

Zhao Yijiu repeated what he heard almost word for word, because he was afraid that his summary would miss some of the key points in the original words.

“Why doesn't it look good?”

In the dormitory duty room downstairs, the female dormitory held up the half-created wood carving and placed it in front of Zhao Mou and Wen Qinghuai. She pointed her slender fingers at the eyes of the carved baby's head: "Look here, it will break down as soon as I step on it." ”

Wen Qinghuai looked at the wood carvings. Indeed, the workmanship was very rough and the carver was unfamiliar. He couldn't even tell that some parts were carved with a carving knife. It was more like the result of violent digging with fingernails.

"What do we need to do for you?" Zhao Mou quickly entered the role after accepting the reality. At this time, the female dormitory was still sitting in her chair, while he and Wen Qinghuai stood aside.

They entered the duty room for the first time. The duty room didn't look big from the outside until they came in. This "not big" was really unfair.

This place is simply uncomfortably small.

"I want to make a perfect wood carving. Look, just follow this." The female dormitory opened his cabinet and took out a furry object from it. The two of them recognized that it was poked by the female dormitory at noon. Wool felt.

The wool felt was the same size as the half-wood carving in the female dormitory's hand. The baby's face was lifelike. In addition to the head, there was also a small, seemingly malnourished body attached to it, with its limbs curled up and crumpled. Together, this is an aberration.

"Let me sculpt an outline again. You guys can get familiar with the baby's appearance and help me sculpt the face later, okay?" She said, and without any explanation, she pushed the wool felt baby into Wen Qinghuai's hands.

"…" Wen Qinghuai felt that the stuffed thing was covered in hair and felt a little creepy. The hairs seemed to be squirming in the palm of his hand, and there was even an illusion that they were growing and taking root. It was even more disgusting than it looked.

After the female dormitory handed the things to them, she lowered her head and carved her things on a piece of wood again. She seemed to be concentrating on it and didn't care at all what the two standing people planned to observe.

Anyway, her task has been assigned, and she has a attitude of not caring about the process, but only focusing on the results.

The carving knife scraped against the wood, making a swiping sound. Zhao Mou remembered that the sound he heard when they approached just now was not the sound, but the sound of chewing wood. He couldn't help but scratch the female dormitory's teeth. After taking a quick look there, I always felt that before they appeared in the duty room, the female hostess was chewing wood with her teeth...

But the female dormitory's profile was very peaceful, and her mouth was delicately painted with colored lipstick. Her lips were pressed together, and her teeth were not visible.

While he was thinking about it, Zhao Mou suddenly saw Wen Qinghuai holding the fur baby and taking a few steps back from the corner of his eye, trying to put the wool felt baby into his hand. He put his hand behind his back alertly and mouthed: "Don't even think about dumping it on me."

Wen Qinghuai sighed.

The two had no choice but to lean back together, keeping a safe distance from the female dormitory manager, and their legs touched the bed placed in the corner of the room by the female dormitory manager.

He whispered: "This wool felt is... quite good for poking."

Zhao Mou looked over for a while and nodded in agreement with this sentence.

The wool felt is very poignant to the soul. The baby's eyes are pasted with a black translucent hard object of unknown material, making it appear dark and faint. When they look at the baby's wool felt, they will have the feeling that the baby is also looking at them.

"It's not to blame that the hostess is not good at carving. Wool felt and wood carving are two opposite processes." Wen Qinghuai knew that the female hostel could hear them, so she had to try to say something useful, "Wool felt is made from scratch. Yes, poke the wool on it bit by bit. If there is not enough wool, you can add more wool. If there is more wool, you can also pick out the wool. Wood carving is done from scratch. When determining the outline, you need to carve carefully and cut off an extra scrap. Maybe the whole outline is useless.”

He didn't know if Zhao Mou understood this knowledge, so he told it partly to Zhao Mou and partly to the female dormitory manager.

“You know how to carve very well—” the female dormitory interjected as expected, sounding a little happy.

"These are just common sense." Wen Qinghuai smiled modestly, but his words were relatively straightforward.

Zhao Mou said: "Student Winter is very good, but unfortunately I am not proficient in sculpture. I will help him later."

As an expert in gathering intelligence, how could he not know that Wen Qinghuai's real occupation is a sculptor.

The source of this information was provided by Yu Xing. During the Alice Hell deduction, Yu Xing guessed Wen Qinghuai's related experiences through the stone sculptures filling the hall. After the deduction, Wen Qinghuai did not hide it from Yu Xing and admitted it himself. own career.

It can be said that the punishment imposed by the female hostel happened to be in the hands of professionals.

“That's great, I'm going to have a perfect baby sculpture soon.” The female dormitory turned back and smiled happily at them. Zhao Mou's eyes flashed behind his lenses and he noticed her motionless legs.

Wen Qinghuai was in charge of carving, so he had to take this opportunity to get some information back. At that moment, Zhao Mou began to look around carefully, looking for anything that shouldn't be here.

An orange lamp is placed on the bedside table. There are traces of peeling off the wall. The corners of the wooden bed are uneven, exposing tiny holes.

Opposite the bed is an iron shelf with a few books and more sundries placed on it, most of which are common items and very simple.

Other than these, the only furniture in the room is the two-piece table and chair set used by the female dormitory. The table has its own drawers, and I don't know what is inside.

These things filled the small room. After he and Wen Qinghuai came in, there was not much room for movement. The only feeling was cramped and crowded.

It's really small...Why is it so small?

Zhao Mou questioned this.

Not only is it small, it is also very shabby. According to the era of this copy, the school should be in a relatively new stage. Their dormitories are very clean. Why are the living conditions of the dormitory management staff in the same building worse than that of the students? so much.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you now." The female supervisor's voice interrupted Zhao Mou's observation. The female supervisor could be said to have carved out the outline very quickly. With such proficiency, it was hard to believe that she could not carve out the outline. Good facial features.

Zhao Mou suddenly had an idea, and before the female dormitory handed the wood carving to Wen Qinghuai, he asked: "Carving this requires a steady hand, and it will definitely not work while standing. Can the dormitory sister give him the seat for a while?"

Wen Qinghuai understood and cooperated: "This table is quite suitable. Let me sit for a while. Sister, the dormitory manager, I promise to carve a beautiful carving for you."

The two of them just wanted the hostess to move her **** off the chair. No matter how you look at it, something is wrong. She seems to be rooted in the chair. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is growing on it.

The female dormitory hesitated for two seconds, as if she was moved by Wen Qinghuai's words that the carving was beautiful. After a moment, she unexpectedly nodded in agreement.

“Well, sit down here.”

As she spoke, she moved the chair back with her legs, and then stood up on the spot.

The lady's elegant skirt fell to the ground, covering her feet. The female hostess moved her legs and walked from the chair to where the two of them were standing. Zhao Mou watched this strange walking posture as if he had something to say. think.

　　It's not that the buttocks are rooted on the chair, but the “feet” under the skirt are rooted on the ground...

Wen Qinghuai naturally saw this scene. On the surface, there was nothing strange about him. He took the woodcarving and tools and sat on the wooden chair of the female dormitory. The wooden chair was cold and there was no trace of anyone sitting on it just now.

He no longer needed to hold the wool felt. The wool felt baby was naturally placed on the table top. It was probably because the wool felt itself was too round. After Wen Qinghuai put it down, it rolled and turned into a face. lying on his side.

It's like… he is very interested in Wen Qinghuai's next carving.

The female hostel's carving tool only had a carving knife. Logically speaking, this did not meet the needs of real carving. However, Wen Qinghuai was professional. He carefully adjusted the angle of the carving knife and quickly carved out the lifelike facial features on the baby's face. , looks very similar to wool felt.

Zhao Mou stood almost side by side with the female dormitory supervisor. He could feel a deathly coldness from the sleeves of the thin school uniform shirt, and as he listened carefully, he seemed to hear a whisper coming from under the female dormitory supervisor's skirt. A crawling sound that is difficult to detect.

　gnawing marks, crawling…pits on the wooden bed, damage to the wall…

These phenomena were connected together, and an answer emerged in front of Zhao Mou.

mouse.

There were traces of rats everywhere in the female dormitory's room.

And these rats are probably hiding under the skirt of the female dormitory, or the female dormitory herself is the incarnation of a mouse or a group of rats!

Thinking of this and looking at the female dormitory with a sweet smile, Zhao Mou got goosebumps all over his body and felt extremely cold.

Although this is just a guess, generally speaking, his guesses are accurate, but there is no key evidence to prove this guess.

Zhao Mou suddenly envied Yu Xing's ability to get things done. If the person standing here now was Yu Xing, he would probably be able to lift up his skirt directly.

It's a pity that Yu Xing is sure that he can escape after doing something bad, but he is not very good at it.

“Sister, dormitory manager, why are you so persistent in carving a baby?” Wen Qinghuai was carving the facial features steadily and quickly with his hand, and the sawdust fell down, while he still had the energy to concentrate on gathering information.

This question was actually similar to what Yu Xing asked, but the female dormitory did not answer Yu Xing at that time, but changed the subject.

Now that the wood carving is almost completed, the female dormitory no longer hides it, and holds it in front of her chest with both hands with a smile on her face: "This is my husband."

Wen Qinghuai paused and looked strange along with Zhao Mou.

They guessed it was a child, but they never connected this abnormal baby with the husband of the hostess.

"Why is your husband...?" Zhao Mou didn't quite understand. Is he a baby? Is it a wood carving? Is it a freak? Every option becomes incompatible as long as it is connected with the word husband.

"You don't understand." The female dormitory showed a strange happy expression. Zhao Mou tried to analyze this expression using the same expression analysis method for humans, but he got an even stranger answer - she was not happy.

Or maybe the female hostess who was talking about this issue at this moment didn't want to smile, but something deep in her nerves made her form a conditioned reflex.

His intuition told him that he couldn't continue asking. This was not a good time. If he continued to ask, he might trigger the conditions for the dormitory to kill.

He waited silently for Wen Qinghuai to finish carving.

But that crawling little sound never stopped after hearing it once, constantly refreshing his sense of presence in his ears.

“Isabella, do my eyes look good?”

In the girls' dormitory, which is comparable to the boys' dormitory, Qu Xianqing is half-sitting on his bed, with a pale face in front of him.

There is no white in the big eyes, and the eyeballs take up all the space, making the owner of these eyes look like an insect with a human face...about like a spider.

"Good-looking." Qu Xianqing was very calm. She looked at the girl who had most of her body lying in front of her, leaning back slightly to prevent her face from leaning against her. "It's just as good-looking as in the morning."

“Do my hands look good?” The girl retracted and raised her limbs—the sleeves of her school uniform shirt were empty, but four sharp spider legs covered with hard shells protruded from the hem of the shirt.

A red armband is tied to the root of one of the thinner spider legs.

“Good-looking.” Qu Xianqing still replied in a calm tone, “You look very slim.”

“Hee hee, really? But why is no one willing to talk to me?” The girl with the red armband who had transformed into half a spider had a puzzled expression, and she was a little suspicious of Qu Xianqing's answer.

The other two roommates closed the partition curtains early, turned on the small lights and tried to read, and also tried their best to block the sounds here.

They all knew that this roommate was no longer a human being.

The roommate who once turned into a red armband and became domineering has become as scary as the invisible things in evening self-study. Even the teacher allowed her not to go to class, ostensibly because she was sympathizing with her because she was too tired. In fact, she was imprisoned in the dormitory, waiting for death.

But Qu Nianqing said: "I don't know what they think, but you are asking me. I think you are still so beautiful and slim."

“I really envy you like this.”

(End of this chapter)

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