The Boss Has Been Tricked By the Lord God Again

   Chapter 513 He has a dual personality (14)

  The painter was embarrassed for a moment, and shrank himself into an ostrich: "That should be fine, alive and well."

   The question just now is a bit stupid.

   The president frowned deeply: "But the ending of No. 2 is not like this."

  Number 2 knocked on the master's door and screamed.

   Then, the system announced that No. 2 was cleaned up.

   And the same operation, to them, is a different ending.

  The writer turned his head and looked at Yun Chu: "What clues have you collected?"

Yun Chu said unhurriedly: "First, there is more than one owner of the castle, there are two. One is called Gu Yanbei and the other is called the tyrant. Second, the whereabouts of the tyrant are uncertain, and the two castle owners rarely meet each other, perhaps between There's a rift."

   "Tyrant?" The painter's eyes widened, "Is there anyone else by this name?"

   The writer narrowed his eyes and became interested: "Maybe it's a code name? Or... a nickname?"

   "Tyrant, I think, this person's character must be as his name suggests, violent and impermanent."

   President Kankan expressed his opinion.

  The detailed content, Yun Chu is not sure, but there is one thing that must be mentioned.

   "The first point I just said can be believed. The second point, I have reservations."

  The writer raised his eyebrows: "Little girl, tell me what you think."

  Yunchu: "First, the news of the tyrant, or the clues we learned, all came from Gu Yanbei's mouth. Whether what he said is true or not is open to question."

   "Second, don't forget the rules of the castle, and the cruel afternoon tea game. The owner of the castle has nothing to do with these impossible. I don't believe that the person who made this setting will be a good person."

  The writer took Yun Chu's words: "So, do you think Gu Yanbei's words may not be credible?"

  Yun Chu nodded, but corrected: "It's impossible to believe."

  After the painter was silent, his eyes widened, "You mean, maybe there is no such person as a tyrant?"

   Yun Chu did not deny it, "There is indeed such a possibility."

   The president's fingertips tapped the table rhythmically, "But what do these clues have to do with us? How can they help us?"

   Yunchu has not answered yet, the writer expresses his opinion first, saying lazily: "Maybe it won't help, but it can help us explore this castle, and maybe get closer to the truth."

   He smiled and said, "Who knows, can the truth help us get out of this ghost place?"

   Everyone was slightly silent, but they all acquiesced to the writer's point of view.

  Among the few people, anchor No. 4's plan failed, and her face turned pale at the moment.

   Anxious, she couldn't listen to other people's discussions.

   She only had one chance before, but unfortunately, she failed.

   She is completely isolated, no one will believe her.

   even hate her.

   The anchor's heartbeat was pounding, his face was as white as frost, and his hands and feet were cold.

   Finally, the writer reminded: "Well, the game is not over yet, the most important thing now is to end this big adventure game."

  The crowd nodded.

  5 The president stretched out his hand to draw a card.

   "Fixed Card: Backflip while singing."

   After reading the contents of the card, the president's face turned black again.

  The writer couldn't help laughing: "This game seems to be a bit embarrassing for Mr. President."

  The painter was also happy, "Haha, this is too ruined."

  The president swears that he has never been so humiliated.

   This **** game!

   And the point is,

   He can't do a backflip at all!

Hold.

   Everyone saw that the president was standing in the open space, but he didn't move for a long time.

  The painter couldn't help but ask: "Are you not good at singing?"

"I can."

   The president gritted his teeth and said.

  The painter suddenly realized: "So, you can't backflip?"

   The president's handsome face turned into a pig's liver: "It's like you're riding a horse?"

  The painter was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "I will."

   (end of this chapter)