Chapter 110

"Old players are so arbitrary?"

Su Mian sneered; after the guests dispersed, this place became a place for players to discuss.

"I actually think my suspicion is the smallest."

"Why do you say that?"

Wei Luo scratched his head.

Su Mian: "Almost everyone who came to the ball came for the red dancing shoes, including the six of us, but the candidates for two times were me, which doesn't explain anything."

"If the candidate for every subsequent day is me, I have a bold guess."

Su Mian looked at the nightingale above her head, and the nightingale was also looking at her.

"I am designated, the person who will finally wear the red dancing shoes, and the person who has the power to designate must be the king above ten thousand people."

She took out the card about Queen Melissa and handed it to everyone.

The players leaned over to look.

【Melissa doesn't seem to be so loving with the king, and she doesn't like her daughter Elizabeth very much.】

"The king loves me, even more than the queen, so you are jealous of me, and also jealous that I can get the red dancing shoes; this card just explains this point."

Saying that, Luna nodded, and Su Mian spread her hands.

"This is the general main line of my character."

After the words fell, the air was silent for a moment, and then, someone took a cold breath with a "hiss", and everyone's eyes were full of shock.

Half a day.

It took less than half a day, and this player playing Elizabeth pushed out her story line; the strength can be called terrifying, and it is simply dimensionality reduction strike.

Wei Luo was terrified for a while, secretly rejoicing that he didn't judge people by their appearance like that hunter.

Su Mian looked at Tian Nuan with a half-smile, "If we continue to push along this line of thinking, someone knew about the designation, so they killed the king in a rage, then I am even less likely to be the murderer."

"Of course, I'm just speculating; after all, there are still so many days in the ball, what will happen, no one can say for sure."

"What you said makes sense."

Pip nodded, very agreeable, and his favor for Su Mian also rose in a straight line.

This group of players didn't want to walk with him after getting off the table; the dance partner was pulled by him when Wei Luo didn't react, but only Su Mian didn't look at him with different eyes, and even teased him.

Now this calm analysis simply made him see a big shot; he decided from the bottom of his heart that he must hug her thigh like Luna.

Tian Nuan's face was pale; since that defeat and suicide, she had completely lost her previous ease; "hatred" occupied her brain, making her sweet appearance hideous.

She left the scene with a gloomy face without waiting for everyone to finish discussing, leaving behind the confused players.

Pip: "What's wrong with her?"

Wei Luo shook his head, "Don't know."

Others don't know, but Su Mian knows clearly; Tian Nuan has been eating deflated here, her core is unstable, and her mentality exploded.

Su Mian sighed; being able to become a senior player shows that she is a smart person, but because she hates her, she speaks without thinking, and gives him stumbling blocks in the dark.

Of course, she also hates Tian Nuan, because Tian Nuan took away the little white dove's life; it's just that Su Mian's reason still exists; she knows that now is not the time for revenge.

Su Mian suppressed the emotions in her eyes, but saw Pip raise his hand weakly.

"I... I have a suggestion."

"DM said that you will see terrible things after twelve o'clock, should we..."

Wei Luo shook his head immediately.

"No no no no no no... it's too scary, I don't dare to take this risk."

Luna also looked embarrassed; Pip had to give up; Su Mian fell into deep thought after hearing his words.

The bell at ten o'clock rang, the whole castle was quiet, and the servants cleaned up the trash and food left over from the party.

A servant looked around, cat-waisted like a thief to the sofa.

She picked up an apple that fell to the ground; Su Mian, who was preparing to leave with the players, twitched her eyes and opened her mouth in a low voice.

"You'd better not eat that apple."

"Ah! Princess..."

The servant was so scared that she threw the apple to the ground again, her face pale, and no matter what the reason was, she apologized and left tremblingly.

"Eh? Elizabeth, aren't you going back to your room?"

Luna yawned, wrinkles appearing at the corners of her eyes; dancing consumed too much of her energy.

Su Mian shook her head, "You go back first."

After speaking, she headed to the art room at the end of the first floor.

The sound of arguing came from inside, sounding like an angry female voice.

"The Princess said you can't touch these paintings! You have such big guts, stinky mouse, I just came in to clean, now I caught you?!"

"I'm going to notify the Princess!"

Forty suppressed the impatience in his eyes, and the fist hidden under the bed edge gathered, killing intent emerging.

The servant didn't notice anything, and kept making noisy sounds; just when the man was about to get up, a petite figure pushed the door and entered.

"Notify me of what?"

"Princess!"

The servant put the broom aside and saluted; Su Mian waved her hand and observed the art room.

It was very obvious that one painting was moved after entering the door.

And she found a very small detail.

Su Mian didn't tell the servants where to put the bed, and they put it in the innermost part, which means if Forty wants to sleep, he needs to pass through all the paintings and not touch them.

Really vicious.

Su Mian evaluated, she lowered her head and looked at Forty by the bed.

His clothes were changed into simple vests and shirts, revealing strong forearms; the top button of the vest was not buttoned, seemingly because the size didn't fit.

There was no blood on his body, looking a bit handsome.

She didn't speak for a long time, and finally raised her chin slightly, spitting out two cold words.

"Kill her."

The servant stood up immediately, wanting to make room for the guards at the door to come in, but Su Mian grabbed her arm.

"I mean, you."

"W... what, Princess, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Su Mian didn't want to explain anything to her, and waved her hand directly, letting the two guards carry her down; in a burst of screams mixed with crying, the room gradually quieted down.

Forty looked a bit surprised; he tilted his head and stood up supporting the bed edge.

"I know you didn't touch it."

Su Mian returned the painting to its original place, having already guessed the truth.

If Forty wants to go to the innermost part, either rely on his body method to not touch any of them, or give up on himself and walk around at will.

Only touching one painting can only explain that it wasn't him at all, but the servant came in to clean and accidentally squeezed it, then pushed it to the mute Forty.

Su Mian rubbed her eyebrows, feeling a headache from being messed up by a bunch of broken things.

Forty didn't know when he had already come to her, put his hands on both sides of her head, and rubbed them for her; the chains rattled when he raised his hands.