Jiang Fang's thoughts returned to that distant afternoon.
In fact, it wasn't very far, because he could still smell the fragrance of apples emanating from Nanzhou's neckline in his memory.
Under the thin cloud of pressure, they came to the new copy.
The original team of more than a dozen people gathered and scattered, divided and merged. Now there are 12 people left, and they are being divided by a suspension bridge on both sides.
The suspension bridge could hold about three people walking side by side, or a cart drawn by a bantam horse.
The church on the east bank hidden deep in the jungle is Gothic, with its spire pointing straight to the sky, which perfectly matches the cloudy sky and forest leaves, forming its own light and shadow art.
On the other side, a castle was hidden by the greenery, but because of the dense green plants, only a snow-white and elegant castle tip was revealed shyly and timidly.
Nan Zhou, Jiang Fang, Song Haining, the man with earrings, and two other team members were on the side of the church.
The other six were not assigned by the system to the bridge and disappeared, fearing that they would be thrown directly into the castle.
The game's broadcast system is improving visibly with the experimentation.
The mode of the system sound release task is almost the same as the later official version.
[Dear "." team players, hello~]
[Welcome to the copy: Bridge]
【Number of participants: 12 people】
[Dungeon nature: Adventure and puzzle solving]
The tone of the story told by the system is very brisk, making the story sound completely less terrifying.
"Pastor Keith and Duke Shelley are friends who have known each other for many years."
"Recently, churches and castles are understaffed. They employ idle vagabonds and pay them handsomely to do things."
"Their mission is simple, every day they only need to help this pair of close friends build a bridge of friendship in the drawbridge connecting the church and the castle."
"Ah, today is another beautiful day."
Suddenly, the system's tone slowed down.
"Also, don't cross the bridge."
"Don't cross the bridge, don't cross the bridge, don't cross the bridge, don't cross the bridge, don't cross the bridge, don't cross the bridge."
[The game starts immediately after the launch. 】
[The game time is when the seventh day arrives. 】
[Before the time limit expires, survive. 】
…
After Jiang Fang finished explaining the rules, he glanced at Nan Zhou and couldn't help but laugh: "...you ask."
In order not to interrupt Jiang Fang's speech, Nan Zhou kept pursing his lips with a cold face.
… like a cat trying to restrain itself from being a mess.
After getting Jiang Fang's consent, Nan Zhou exhaled softly: "If you don't let you cross the bridge, how can you deliver things?"
Jiang Fang: "The bridge itself can be walked. It can be handed over in the bridge."
Nan Zhou understood: "So, what force is preventing you from crossing the other end of the bridge?"
Jiang Fang's answer exceeded his expectations: "Yes."
No one on the east bank stepped on the fence on the west bank, no dedicated watchman for the bridge, and nothing terrifying lingered by the bridge.
In short, there is no blocking external force.
But the rules tell you plainly, don't cross the bridge, don't go there.
Nan Zhou, who was lying on the bed with Jiang Fang, closed his eyes slightly and imagined that he was standing on a suspension bridge made of iron cables and wooden boards.
One step at a time, one step at a time.
The iron chains were tight, the wooden planks murmured, especially when they reached the center, the mountain wind intensified out of thin air, and the suspension bridge began to sway from side to side.
He looked down, and the river dozens of meters away from his feet was decorated with jagged rubble, like a slender belt, passing by in the distance.
A glance at this would make ordinary people's knees go soft, and Nan Zhou's expression did not change.
He noticed that there was almost no greenery between the overhanging walls on both sides, and there was not even a star or two of greenery between the rock crevices to show the tenacity of life.
Nan Zhou looked behind him, looked back again in front of him, and raised his eyebrows.
… weird.
The trees on both sides are so lush, but the closer you get to the bridge, the sparser the vegetation.
When we got to the bridge, there was no life at all.
A bridge divides the east and west banks into the Chu River and Han borders.
After thinking about it, Nan Zhou quickly reached the other side of the bridge.
There is indeed no one to guard, and nothing to stop it.
He raised his hand to caress.
There is also no sense of blocking in the air.
He only needs to lift his foot, and then fall, he can easily step into the Duke Shelley's territory on the west coast.
Nan Zhou thought, if he stood on this bridge at that time, what would he choose
If it were him, he would have chosen to turn around and not set foot on the land of the West Bank.
They haven't mastered enough yet
Intelligence, rashly breaking clear-text rules, does them no good.
What's more, there are 6 teammates missing.
Even in "Sand, Sand, Sand", Nan Zhou made the risky act of containing the boss, which was a helpless act to save Sun Guojing's life in a desperate situation.
Even if it fails, according to the order in which the boss kills, it will not be Nan Zhou's turn to die for the time being.
Although Nan Zhou's ideas have always been imaginative, he has never taken a risk.
…
Nan Zhou pondered his own thoughts in the past.
It feels amazing.
He confirmed to Jiang Fang, "I wanted to go to the West Bank at the time, but I didn't. Is that right?"
Jiang Fang nodded.
Nan Zhou asked, "Is my choice wrong?"
Jiang Fang patted his head as a sign of comfort: "No."
Nan Zhou asked again, "So, which step went wrong?"
…
Nan Zhou did not continue to explore further.
The six people on the east bank reached an agreement after a brief discussion and were going to go to the church first.
The other four opened the way, and Nan Zhou deliberately delayed his footsteps and walked side by side with Jiang Fang.
He followed him and asked, "Are you afraid of heights?"
Jiang Fang smiled at him decently: "A little bit."
Nan Zhou could see that Jiang Fang's smiling face was a special guarded smile when facing strangers.
Jiang Fang did not know that Nan Zhou would subdivide the type of his smile.
Nan Zhou watched attentively the thin layer of sweat that was about to fall on his forehead, recalling that when he returned to the east bank just now, Jiang Fang had his back to the suspension bridge, his back behind him, his hands clenched unconsciously.
He said softly, "… oh."
Nan Zhou: "I don't even know."
Nan Zhou: "In the past few days, if you want to hand over the delivered goods, just leave it to me."
Jiang Fang looked forward and replied absently, "Yes."
In fact, his ears couldn't hear very clearly, and his palms were densely packed with cold sweat.
Before his eyes, he played repeatedly the loose dirt under his father's feet when he fell off a cliff.
Father's expression, father's face, the unity is vague, he has long forgotten.
Only the whole process of the collapse of the soil structure on the other side was replayed repeatedly in front of his eyes in slow motion, which was exceptionally clear.
Then, what caught his eye was the bottomless abyss that almost pulled people's hearts together.
At that time, he
Ben didn't realize that Nan Zhou stopped in the same place after receiving no response from him, silently watching his back as he moved forward.
In fact, as early as this time, Nan Zhou made the decision to separate from the team.
After arriving at the church, they each changed into the clergy's clothes, and immediately began the investigation in full force.
At that time, everyone was used to tossing between life and death. Facing this spy-like script, they didn't feel much pressure, instead they were making fun of each other for wearing clothes and looking weird.
They also met Pastor Keith.
It was an astonishingly pale middle-aged man who, at first glance, didn't look like a priest, like a vampire.
He was all dark, with a cross hanging from his neck. His face was thin and narrow, with slight blue shadows floating under his eyes. In addition to the long eyelashes and deep-set eye sockets, the upper half of his face looked particularly gloomy and a bit dark. Not seeing the light of day.
Those long and narrow eyes were entangled in the cold shadow, which made people horrified when they looked at people.
He also said very few words, explained their daily work, and left.
Those jobs are nothing more than cleaning, praying in the morning and evening, preparing the sacrament, and so on.
The most important thing is to run errands and deliver letters for him.
Nan Zhou quickly got the first item to be sent to the other side.
Two bottles of wine, a bottle of holy water, a bottle of holy oil, a bottle of medicine, and a letter sealed with fire paint.
As soon as the pastor left, Nan Zhou opened the letter directly.
No guilt.
The greeting in the letter was dry, as dull as the pastor himself.
However, there is a lot of information in the letter.
There are four pieces of information that can be extracted.
First, Duke Shelley is very old and loves to collect "Iguana Teeth". Recently, Pastor Keith got word that a newly unearthed "Iguana Teeth" will be delivered to the town museum.
Second, Duke Shelley was seriously ill.
Thirdly, Duke Shelley's "that thing", he thinks is very dangerous, advises the Duke not to take risks, he has found a better way and is preparing.
Fourth, the time when the duke and priest hand over items is fixed. The next time to exchange items is at four o'clock every afternoon.
After reading the letter, Song Haining tacitly stole the lacquer seal from the drawer and handed it to Nan Zhou.
Nan Zhou covered the old fire seal with a new one. The technique was extremely precise and the connection was extremely smooth.
Among them was a medical student.
He struggled to identify the efficacy from the ingredient list marked on the small brown vial.
He told Nanzhou: "It's an anti-tumor drug."
Nan Zhou packed up all his belongings.
Jiang Fang's mood had also calmed down, and he proceeded to the next step in an orderly manner.
Song Haining and the other two took the opportunity of cleaning to take charge of the first floor and work hard to collect valuable information.
Jiang Fang will take the man with earrings to go around the church.
Nan Zhou went to the bridge to hand over the items.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Nan Zhou appeared in Qiaodong on time.
Another teammate was already squatting on the opposite side. As soon as he saw Nan Zhou, he raised his arms at him from a distance and waved them excitedly.
The two met in the middle of the bridge and handed over the items smoothly.
Compared with the bag full of items sent by Pastor Keith, what Nan Zhou got and the items sent by Duke Shelley was just a delicate slap-sized box.
Nan Zhou asked him, "Have you seen anything?"
"I saw it all."
Under the influence of Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang, the teammates were very kind and counted them one by one, "It's just a letter, a picture book, and a paper crane. We all opened the paper crane to see, but there was nothing. There is nothing meaningful in it, just a simple complaint that he is very uncomfortable, that he misses the time when he was healthy, and also wants to go horseback riding with the priest, to a place where there is no one."
Nan Zhou opened the box and lowered his head to confirm the contents of the letter.
Unlike the strict priest, the carefree Mr. Duke didn't even bother to seal the letter, and sent it over with his mouth open, saving them the trouble of disguising the traces of opening the letter.
Nan Zhou asked, "Are you coming alone?"
The teammate said: "The castle is very busy. The duke is ill and cannot live without people."
Nan Zhou asked again, "Apart from you, is there anyone else in the castle?"
The teammate replied: "There are three professional doctors. Lu Er secretly turned over their things and found that all three of them are brain doctors."
Nan Zhou: "What kind of person is Shelley?"
"He..." The teammate recalled carefully, "He's quite thin, and he's quite neurotic."
Nan Zhou: "He will
Do you lose your temper? "
The teammate touched the back of his head: "That's not true... The main reason is that he was so ill and took the medicine one by one, but he was always smiling, and he often smiled weirdly at places where no one was around, and laughed horribly. panic."
…
Nan Zhou brought back this information truthfully and relayed it to Jiang Fang and the others.
Now, Jiang Fang told Nan Zhou in detail.
Nan Zhou touched his chin, sorted out the doubts, and asked the doubts in his heart one by one.
"Why are there not enough people on both sides of the castle and the church?"
"They have such a good relationship. Has the pastor visited him in person? Why only let us deliver letters?"
"They live on such a high cliff, how are the supplies brought in? Is there a way down the mountain? Why can't we go down the mountain?"
Jiang Fang looked at him and sighed softly, "It's exactly the same."
Nanzhou at that time, and Nanzhou now, have almost the same concerns.
Each of these questions points to the key to the final solution with unparalleled precision.
Nan Zhou was full of curiosity: "Did we miss anything? Why did we lose?"
Jiang Fang replied: "Because of this copy, there is no solution at all."