Mr. Shuhai frowned slightly, probably not expecting that Suer could ruin the copy so much.
Shen Jiangbei, who was usually quiet, couldn't help but ask at this moment: "Why do you say it's my mother's family?"
Sul was not the only one who used hypocritical tactics and emotional connections to gain favors with people in the dungeon in order to pass the level. What puzzled him was Ji Heng's words.
Ji Heng: "The person Su Er is marrying is a little special."
Mr. Shuhai actually guessed the truth in one sentence: "Ghost King?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone except Ji Heng's expression changed. Wen Buyu was surprised that the host knew this without leaving his house, while Wan Yi and Shen Jiangbei were surprised at Su Er's audacity.
After receiving a positive answer, Mr. Shuhai finally lifted his gaze from the book in his hands and changed the subject: "The town will vote the day after tomorrow afternoon, and the results will be announced the following morning."
Wen Buyu's face turned pale. "Didn't voting always take place in the morning and the results were announced in the afternoon?"
Mr. Shuhai: "It's all the same."
"How is it possible..." Realizing who he was talking to, Wen Buyu forced himself to suppress his doubts.
Although Shen Jiangbei and Wan Yi didn't show it, their eyes also darkened. There was no doubt that the town was more dangerous at night than during the day. Staying one more night increased the chance of dying at the hands of the ghost.
Wen Buyu suddenly thought of something, and his expression turned strange: "The day of the vote is exactly the day when Su Er returns home."
He couldn't help but steal a glance at Ji Heng. Could it be that they had already considered this?
Mr. Shuhai lowered his head to read again. Everyone was unsure whether to stay or leave. No one wanted to be the first to ask questions in the absence of clarity. Shen Jiangbei, who was closest to Mr. Shuhai, clearly saw a piece of red paper tucked into the book as a bookmark.
Isn't this paper the ballot given by the Ghost King?
Mr. Shuhai seemed happy to explain the confusion and said calmly, "I found it in the crack next to my bed. It's very interesting, isn't it?"
"…"
Chen Jiangbei's expression changed slightly. Wan Yi told Su Er that he had taken refuge in the host's room that night. To this day, he was still skeptical, but now it was confirmed.
Mr. Shuhai casually took out a stack of red paper and placed it on the stone table. He then spoke again, "There are many people in this town who are responsible for monitoring people's words and deeds, and I am one of them. As a town resident, I also have the right to vote."
As soon as the words fell, someone had already thought of something and looked unhappy.
"If we incite some people and add these votes, it could have some effect," Mr. Shuhai said calmly. "But I'd rather spend my time reading. Why don't we all just make things easier... If one more player dies, I'll give you these votes."
Just a few words made the atmosphere silent in an instant.
It was obviously very quiet, but Mr. Shuhai was annoyed by the sound of the wind outside. He stood up and went back to his room to concentrate on reading, leaving the people in the yard looking at each other in confusion.
Wen Buyu was the most nervous among them. If anyone among them had the intention to kill, he would be the one to die.
"The host did it on purpose." Wen Buyu wanted to smooth the hair by his ear to relieve his tension, but accidentally bumped his arm into the stone table. He didn't feel any pain at all and said in despair, "He had suspicions that night and might even have let Su Er go on purpose just to wait until today!"
Watch the players act like smart mice, and when they are feeling proud of themselves, hand them a mousetrap from the dark.
No one responded. In the absolute silence, Wen Buyu suddenly laughed softly a few times. Even if he died tonight, Su Er would not be able to escape with any regret. His audacity and recklessness left a fatal loophole, which would inevitably lead to his anger.
Before her voice could become sharper with anger, Ji Heng suddenly said, "It's just a few tickets, what's the big deal?"
Shen Jiangbei frowned: "It's a lot."
Ji Heng said meaningfully, "Suer mentioned to me that there are only five tickets that can be used: the top three and the bottom two."
Shen Jiangbei asked the reason.
Ji Heng: "According to Su Er's own words, he was so nervous that he accidentally bit his lip. To distract himself, he left lip prints on the back of a stack of red papers in the middle."
The town is so strict about rules. If there is a lip print on the back of the ballot paper during the sacred voting process, it will be considered as a misconduct and the voter will be in trouble.
"…"
Ji Heng glanced at everyone and said, "I have something else to do. I'll be leaving first." Before leaving, he glanced at Wen Buyu, who quickly handed him the red paper and the box and said, "I've used up everything inside."
After she finished speaking, her expression was complicated. Many players had never heard of the item that could block the perception of ghosts, but she had owned it in her life.
Ji Heng left with the things.
Wan Yi didn't bother to delve into the private deal between Wen Buyu and Ji Heng. He tilted his head back slightly to stretch his stiff neck, then asked after a moment, "How much truth do you think this statement contains?"
Wen Buyu, who had the most contact with Su Er, said matter-of-factly, "The lip print is probably real, but the rest is just for reference."
Wan Yi uttered a sigh and looked at Shen Jiangbei: "When you were in high school, did you have so many thoughts?"
He would rather believe that it was a coincidence, otherwise, for a newcomer, the quality of this person is a bit scary.
Shen Jiangbei: "When you were in elementary school, there might be child prodigies of the same age who were already in college. Don't underestimate anyone easily."
Wanyi pursed his lips and said softly, "It's better to leave this yard as soon as possible."
Once Mr. Shuhai finds out the truth about the red paper, he will probably use them as a punching bag.
As several people left one after another, the yard returned to silence.
inside the house.
Mr. Shuhai was reading a book on military strategy. The military strategies were tricky and there were many things worth pondering. This section praised a battle between two evenly matched opponents.
"whispering sound--"
In his view, the most energy-saving method is to sow discord, aiming to disintegrate the enemy from within with minimal expenditure of energy. What's the point of a head-on confrontation?
Just like you can easily make players turn against each other with red paper, why do you need to keep an eye on them all the time?
He idly fiddled with the pile of red paper with his fingers, pushing one piece aside. The sunlight from outside hit it, and the thickness of the paper seemed to thin. But with a casual glance, Mr. Shuhai's gaze suddenly froze. He flipped open the red paper and saw a dark red lip print on the back.
Suddenly realizing something, I flipped through a few more pictures, and they were all the same without exception.
Choosing a Guards Chief is a serious matter. A bloody stain is one thing, but this lip mark is truly fatal. If Suel exploits this issue on voting day and bites back, it will be very troublesome.
The thin paper was crumpled into a ball and thrown aside. A dangerous glint flashed in Mr. Shuhai's eyes: "No wonder you're so anxious to get married."
For Suer, this place is probably more dangerous than the Ghost King's old house.
·
In the square yard, Suer was sweeping the ashes on the ground and putting away the brazier.
The sun finally hung completely in the sky. Suer washed his hands, made a cup of tea and knocked on the door of the room.
The old lady's voice was filled with fatigue: "Who?"
Realizing she was asking a stupid question, she didn't want to open the door, but worried about being forced in, so she got up and opened it.
Soul: "Now it's time to serve tea."
The old lady's face looked grim: "You are having a ghost marriage, why are you offering tea?" Before she finished speaking, she looked at the cup suspiciously.
"No medicine was given." Su Er: "This is unnecessary operation."
The difference in physical strength between an energetic young man and an elderly man was self-evident. The old lady also knew that if the other party tried to snatch the pendant, she would be unable to stop him, but she was just naturally suspicious and couldn't control herself.
After a night of tension, her throat was indeed a little sore. The old lady drank a sip of tea and wondered how this man had survived last night.
Sur left the tea set and retreated back to the yard. The old lady was still on guard against him, her face was gloomy and uncertain, and she quickly closed the door heavily.
The rustling of leaves was a pleasant sound to Suer. After spending too much time in the dungeon, the deadness of the night was suffocating, and he preferred a world rich in sound.
squeak.
The wooden door made an unpleasant noise when it was pushed open, interrupting Sur's thoughts.
The door outside was only half-closed. After the door opened, Ji Heng walked in with some pastries in his hands.
From last night till now, Suer had basically not eaten anything. He originally didn't like the sweet taste, but now he put one in his mouth and actually thought it tasted good.
It only took them three minutes to fill their stomachs. Talking in the yard could easily be overheard, so Suer pointed to the next room and he and Ji Heng walked in one after another.
Patting the cake crumbs on his hands, Su Er's expression became serious: "The most urgent thing is to solve the props problem."
Tonight the Skeleton will definitely bring up the old matter and ask him to take the pendant from the old lady.
The lips opened and closed, and the wound inside could be vaguely seen. Ji Heng thought of the lip marks on the red paper and shook his head: "You can think of tampering with the bill."
"The bite on the mouth was an accident." Su Er took a second to understand what he meant and lifted his sleeve. "I got a whiplash scratch when I was climbing over the wall that night. Most of the blood is here."
Otherwise, it would be extremely painful to stick so many pieces of red paper on with the lip marks left by biting your lips.
As his fingers brushed the edge of the wound, Su'er's expression turned cold. After all, the whipping was the Captain's fault. He'd been whipped for no apparent reason right after entering the dungeon. Not only had it lowered his strength, but it was also incredibly painful if he'd accidentally stepped on it while resting at night.
Unfortunately, time is tight and this debt cannot be collected.
Ji Heng: "The pendant issue is actually not difficult to resolve. Just replace the original with a fake one."
Su Er thought for a moment and said, "Is it possible to find someone to make a similar one and replace the old lady's with it?"
Ji Heng nodded: "As long as the Ghost King doesn't actively attack, he probably won't be able to tell the real from the fake. The only problem is..."
Su Er held his forehead and asked: "How to deal with the Ghost King?"
The other party pressed him aggressively last night with only one goal: to force him to take the old lady's pendant away with his own hands.
It was rare to see a trace of distress on his face. Ji Heng smiled and said, "Rules are dead, but people are alive."
Just as this world is full of rules, it is actually full of loopholes and darkness.
Su Er seemed to have grasped something vaguely, but he couldn't put it into words.
Ji Heng's expression grew serious. "The voting is the day after tomorrow. Logically, we'll have to endure two more dangerous nights." He paused, his eyes smiling, but a closer look revealed a hint of ferocity. "What if the voting time is moved forward?"
Su Er was stunned.
"For example..." Ji Heng said, "The chief guard suddenly became seriously ill and is dying... Just as a country cannot be without a king for a day, this town cannot be without a chief guard for a day."
The only option is to move the voting time forward.
After a few seconds of shock, Su Er couldn't help but step forward, hold his hand, and affectionately call him "Brother."
Ji Heng raised his eyebrows.
Su Er's face was full of the feeling of being hard to find a soulmate, and he said with emotion: "Brother, it turns out that you are not a good person either!"