Chapter 100

Is she going to vote for Su Mian?

She admitted that she, who had always been decisive, hesitated, but reason told her that she could not wrong an innocent person, and there was no "abstention" option in the game.

She had no choice.

Jingzhe raised her head, but saw the girl in the teaching building in the distance, looking at them without blinking; it was the ragdoll cat.

Perhaps she already knew what they were talking about.

Her brain heated up, and she immediately rushed upstairs, but saw Su Mian lying by the window, holding a doll in her hand.

There were countless words she wanted to say in her mind, but when she actually saw Su Mian, she couldn't say a word.

"Will you vote for me?"

She heard Su Mian say.

Jingzhe clenched her hands into fists, her voice a bit broken, "Why?"

Su Mian was stunned; she looked at Jingzhe, a bit not understanding what she meant.

"Why let me know the truth, and in such an absurd way."

"Foolish Doll?"

She gripped Su Mian's shoulders, her expression distorted.

"Are you ** willing to let your flawless plan be solved by a light 'who is the murderer'?"

"It's unfair, isn't it?! It's really ** unfair!!!"

Su Mian looked steadily at the tearful Jingzhe, her emotions a bit complex.

"If the final vote is a tie between two people, what will be the solution?"

Jingzhe heard Su Mian's question and laughed powerlessly, "Then both people will die."

She looked at the expressionless Su Mian and got angry, "You will die, ragdoll cat! Did you hear what I said?!"

Su Mian sighed and lowered her eyes to stare at the floor.

"I know, but I want to gamble."

"What?"

Jingzhe was stunned and muttered, "What... gamble."

After the words fell, Su Mian took out a dark red letter paper from her school uniform pocket.

"I gamble that the Foolish Doll is a loophole, a game bug, I gamble all my points for a script arbitration application."

"Since the Foolish Doll can make any wish, it proves that it has logical contradictions in itself."

"If solving a case can rely on knowing the truth by making a wish, ignoring the reasoning process, then what is the fairness and significance of the script murder game?"

She said it sonorously, and gold-stamped characters gradually appeared on the letter paper, which was exactly what Su Mian said and thought.

The sky suddenly thundered, the clouds vibrated as if collapsing, a gust of wind blew, and all things held their breath.

In the lightning, a huge circular outline gradually appeared, like an inscription of ancient time, igniting dark golden light.

Above the firmament was the Twelve Earthly Branches wheel, shrouded in a hazy scene by the nebula.

Jingzhe held the railing, speechless; she blinked hard, Su Mian's figure stood in the flying sand, holding the letter high, looking at the sky.

"I don't accept the established defeat."

She was fearless and spoke calmly, "Arbitrator, please rule."

After the words fell, the letter paper was rolled into the sky, gradually turning into a dot; in an instant, the campus returned to its original appearance.

"How long does the review take?"

Su Mian asked 4399, but 4399 had a short circuit, the current buzzing non-stop, and it took a while to return to normal.

【Mian, Mian Mian... how could you summon the Twelve Earthly Branches Arbitration Group.】

Its tone couldn't hide its shock.

【Usually, it's the Eye of the Script that manages these trivial matters, this is my first time seeing...】

"So how long does it take."

Su Mian didn't care about those and spoke again.

【This, I really don't know, Mian Mian, this is really my first time seeing it.】

【If it's the Eye of the Script, it's about two to three days, the Arbitration Group... hiss, uh...】

"If you don't know, you don't have to say it."

Su Mian heard it 'uh' for a long time without saying anything, and rubbed her eyebrows helplessly.

Jingzhe, who was holding the railing, was dazed for a long time before gradually recovering.

"Ragdoll cat... the Arbitration Group belongs to the top level of the infinite flow world, how could you summon them, and... those guys act very strangely, how could this happen?"

"Why isn't it customer service..."

Su Mian blinked, "What customer service?"

"The Eye of the Script."

"..."

You guys call this thing customer service?

She raised her eyes helplessly, recalling the scene just now in her mind; so the pattern in the sky just now meant she disturbed the Arbitration Group, right?

Su Mian curled her lips indifferently; soldiers come to block, water comes to cover; no matter who takes the job, anyway, Su Mian will never accept her own ending.

On the other side, floating in the void.

Thousands of screen images, each block playing different real-time footage.

Bloody slaughter, endless escape, desperate debate.

Tens of thousands of slices formed a cruel theater that never stopped.

The cold light of the screen illuminated the central area of this space.

A huge, irregular black rock round table.

Beside the table, twelve seats of different shapes were floating, but only half were occupied by "people".

Or rather, existences similar to "people".

At the head of the round table, on a throne made of sharp bone spurs, sat an old man.

His spine protruded, the vertebrae were higher than his shoulders like gears, and the tailbone dragged out a thick and long rat tail, covered with sparse black hair.

Eyes with gray-yellow eyes scanned the scene, the pupils were slender, like some kind of rodent.

Zishi.

The head of the Twelve Earthly Branches Arbitration Group, possessing absolute ruling power over disputes in the rules of the instance world.

"The instance you brought?" Zishi's voice was hoarse and low, slowly lifting his eyelids to look at Sishi.

Sishi bowed, took off his mask, revealing that peerless face.

"Yes, Master."

He didn't let Sishi get up, but used his sharp claws to hook that footage over.

In the footage, a pale-faced girl was throwing a dark red letter paper into the void; the letter paper burned, turning into a blood-colored streamer and rushing into the sky.

"Graduation Curse" · Murderer Appeal · Detective ID: Su Mian

"Chi—"

A light sneer came from the other side of the round table.

It was a girl who looked only five or six years old, with high double ponytails, a pair of giant curved sheep horns protruding from her hair, the surface covered with dense spiral patterns.

Wushi.

"How long has it been since we encountered an appeal sent to us?" She trimmed her nails without raising her head, but her tone was full of playfulness, "Really interesting, hahahaha!"

"That means the problem is big."

The speaker sat in the shadows, only vaguely seeing a tall outline.

The neck was wrapped in layers of bandages, covering up to the chin.

The skin was cyan-gray, the pupils were white, and countless ancient texts flashed inside.

Choushi.

He slowly added: "'Foolish Doll' is Containment-774."

"At the beginning, no one took it seriously when it was put into a low-difficulty instance; that NPC old man insisted on raising it, and raised more and more; it's not surprising that something happened now."

"Enough."

Zishi interrupted him, masking the impatience in his eyes.