Luxury hunting love: Mr.Ou, you angered me

More than ten minutes later, oucheng drank the last mouthful of soup. Yucui immediately told him: "if I were the murderer, I would apply poison on the light bulb. Then the hot pot will boil, the water vapor will rise, melt the poison, and the poison will drop into the hot pot soup drop by drop."

The smile on oucheng's lips disappeared: "are you sure?"

But Yucui asked, "I guessed right?"

"That's right." oucheng told himself that a crazy woman can't be smarter than him, but her luck is better than him. "Before you say the name of the murderer, I want to listen to your analysis and reasoning. Don't repeat the bad content on the Internet."

"I'll just say one." Yucui said, "many people think that the murderer hasn't killed the man because he hates the man most. He wants the man to watch his friends die one by one and kill the man after suffering and torture, but they all think wrong. The reason why the murderer didn't kill the man is because he can't do it."

"Can't do it?" oucheng sneered. "It's impossible. The murderer clearly hates the man. He will never be soft."

Yucui looked at oucheng: "I can be 100% sure that no matter whether the man can finally find the identity of the murderer or stop the murderer from killing, the man will not die, because the murderer actually..."

"Stop!" oucheng shouted, took out an envelope from the drawer and patted it in front of Yucui. "You write down the murderer's name on the white paper, put the white paper into the envelope and seal it. The next time I see the author, I will open the envelope in front of him to verify whether you guessed right."

"No problem." Yucui picked up a pen and a piece of white paper and wrote down a name.

Ou Cheng said, "you can rest assured that I will never peek at your answer or modify your answer."

"I'm sure you won't do such a boring thing." Yucui stuck the seal of the envelope tightly and stood up. "It's time for work. I'm leaving."

Oucheng stared at her back. Was she bluffing and taking chances, or was she really sure?

After thinking about it, he picked up the letter, tore open the seal, took out the white paper and narrowed his eyes into a thin seam to prevent him from seeing the name on the white paper. At the same time, he took his mobile phone to take the name on the white paper. Without daring to look at the photo, he folded the white paper and stuffed it into the envelope.

"I didn't see the name on the white paper." he sighed slightly, entered the private mailbox and sent the photo to "I'm the real murderer", with a sentence, "is this the murderer?"

Then he sat at his desk with his hands on his cheeks and waited anxiously for the reply of "I'm the real murderer".

After waiting for more than ten minutes, he laughed at himself: "I'm the real murderer. I'm not idle. How can I reply to my email so quickly? What's my hurry? What's the point that a crazy woman is better than me? IQ, insight, the width, thickness and depth of education, which of me doesn't crush her? She can't win me."

Thinking so, he felt much more relaxed and picked up today's global information.

At this time, the mobile phone sounded the prompt sound of receiving the email. He opened it and found that it was "I'm the real murderer".

"Reply so soon?" he was quite surprised to open the email. When he saw the reply, his face sank and sat for a long time.

Until Secretary Jin came in and informed him that it was time for the meeting, he stood up and went out expressionless.

"Why is Mr. Ou angry? When Yucui left, he looked fine." Secretary Jin observed his face and secretly said in his heart, "Mr. Ou is more and more moody. It's clear that he was not angry before..."