Keith is dead.
And Hua Si Si disappeared from the church.
Scalp-tingling tension quickly spread through the room through the air.
Even if they want to resist and fight, they have to understand what they are dealing with, right
You know, they are not unprepared beforehand.
Hua Xixi has a wooden stick in his hand and an entire prop library on his body.
Dozens of copies of the experience accumulated, not all people have the ability to unknowingly approach his body.
When he made a judgment of "dangerous", even if the incident happened suddenly and he could not make an attack action in time, Hua Xixi could always make some noise.
But he just disappeared in the chapel.
No blood, no sound.
When Jiang Fang entered the door, there was only a body pierced through the chest by a cross lying on the bed.
The most important thing is that there should be no other living creatures on the east coast except for them.
If it took four whole days to determine this matter, the previous copies of these people were really in vain.
The search of the closed room in the church just now confirmed this even more.
Since there is no place for Tibetans in the church, apart from them and Keith, there should only be seven people on the east bank.
So, who could sneak into a church and kill Keith
And who has the ability to make a young man disappear like a steam in a church where five people shuttle back and forth
Nan Zhou said, "Someone may have crossed the bridge and came from the west bank."
Jiang Fang shrugged: "Or some devil who has been borrowing from the East Bank Church."
Song Haining got goosebumps at the speculation of the two.
She looked at the corpse and asked suspiciously, "Then what are we going to do now?"
Jiang Fang waved his hand, motioning them to go out first, don't scatter and wait outside.
The other team members were ordinary people before they entered the dungeon. Staying here and staring at the corpse had no other benefit than increased anxiety.
Song Haining was not in the mood, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Keith died, and the impact was fatal.
Their main task is to help Keith and Shelley spread the word.
If tomorrow, the duke
Send someone to deliver the letter on the bridge, what do they take
Is it perfunctory to take the letter signed today as a perfunctory
Nan Zhou didn't care about Song Haining's anxiety.
On the fourth day, the Duke did not send a letter, which meant that the content of the letter did not need to be revised.
It is not difficult to change the date and sign.
For the sake of safety, they may even not send letters, but only send goods.
Anyway, no one stipulates that the two of them must write a letter every day, and the cold and heat are constant.
They could even lie that Keith broke his arm and asked them to pass the word.
Compared with the embarrassment that he will face tomorrow, Nan Zhou is more concerned about the strange situation in front of him.
Pastor Keith's hands were tied to the bed rail by Nan Zhou himself. The incision on his chest was bruised with flesh and blood, but because the blood was blocked, not much came out.
The cross embedded in his heart was short and blunt, not a good weapon.
In the brief confrontation with Keith, Nan Zhou judged that his body seemed thin, but the strength hidden inside was not small.
… But for Nanzhou, it is only within the normal range of human beings.
With both hands tied, even if Keith wanted to commit suicide, a cross that hung around his neck was by no means the best weapon.
In addition, considering the need to respect his beliefs, after successfully capturing him, Nan Zhou took everything from him, except for the cross.
... But it was the most unlikely weapon that robbed him of his life.
The murderer didn't bring a knife or gun, and used the crudest and easiest method of killing to easily take the life of this core NPC.
Even if it was done by a summoned devil, such a murder method is really too sloppy.
Nan Zhou stared at the corpse on the bed with his eyes closed.
After a while, he got up and walked out.
Jiang Fang knew where he was going.
If he finds Hua Sisi a moment earlier, he will have one more chance of surviving.
It stands to reason that they should not act separately at such times.
But in terms of Nanzhou's force value, this rule does not hold.
He didn't have any other instructions to tell Nan Zhou, he just said softly, "... Be careful."
Nan Zhou: "I know."
Jiang Fang emphasized it again: "I'm not only talking about encountering monsters. If you meet Hua Xixi,
Be careful too. "
Nan Zhou lowered his eyes: "… I know."
He understood what Jiang Fang was talking about.
It is meaningless to take Hua Xixi silently under their eyes and ears.
Just like killing Keith, killing him unwittingly is an easier thing, isn't it
Although the people inside and outside the room remained silent, they all had a common understanding in their hearts.
Hua 偲偲 may have been taken away.
He was the one who even killed Keith.
To Jiang Fang's reminder, Nan Zhou nodded calmly: "Remember, I will try my best to save him."
Leaving these words, his figure flashed at the door and disappeared.
The second half of Jiang Fang's sentence was said softly after Nan Zhou left: "...I mean, you have to take care of yourself."
The words were out of his mouth, and he also thought he was ridiculous.
Jiang Fang has always been cold and selfish.
Although these team members called themselves the boss, in the event of an accident, Jiang Fang only cared about the safety of Nan Zhou, and Nan Zhou cared more about their lives and deaths than himself.
He shook his head and turned his gaze to the corpse on the bed again.
Pastor Keith's facial muscles were stiff and his teeth were gritted.
Jiang Fang opened his eyelids and looked at the dead man's eyes that had lost focus.
After a while, his expression changed slightly.
From those eyes, he easily read the surprise mixed with pain.
People were suddenly shocked and died on the spot, and it was normal to have surprise in their eyes.
However, it is impossible for a person who died in such amazement to close his eyes so firmly!
Jiang Fang leaned down and searched carefully, and sure enough, he found several other pieces of evidence:
- There was a little bit of blood on Pastor Keith's forehead and temples and the joints of his palms.
… as if there were blood-stained hands that helped Keith close his eyes after he died.
Jiang Fang turned his attention to the fatal wound on his chest again.
This kind of injury cannot achieve the effect of one-hit kill.
If Keith's will was a little firmer, if Keith thought, he could have left some valuable information about the murderer.
But he didn't.
This also means that the
The figurine was always beside the bed, watching Pastor Keith struggling on the bed, and even... He would gently hold his hands on the head of the bed, preventing him from leaving any traces to remind them.
until he died.
until he died.
And the man covered his eyelids for him, so that he could take his time and turned to leave.
Jiang Fang searched the whole bed.
Sure enough, behind the head of the bed, he saw a little scratch on his fingernails.
—The dying Pastor Keith really wanted to leave something for them.
It's just that the specific content is no longer available.
Jiang Fang stepped out of the room and faced four faces that were either confused, frightened, or uneasy.
He took a deep breath and offered them a creepy hypothesis:
"Since our opponent will destroy the evidence, that is to say, our understanding of the time point of the mission may be biased - Keith may have completed the ritual of summoning the demon long ago and destroyed all the evidence."
"He, or the demon summoned by him, is just waiting for us to come."
…
The South Pole Star in the room spread out his claws and slept very sweetly, unaware that the world outside had been turned upside down.
The laughing young man who teased the tip of his nose when he first met him and asked, "Why do you want to raise a mouse?" The young man who was determined to end the game and return to the world, for fear that his mother would lose him after losing his father, has Disappeared without a trace.
The fourth day's day ended, and they ushered in the fifth day's sunrise.
It's just that the day was hidden under the foggy tent, and it was also blurred, so it was impossible to tell the difference between the sun and the moon.
Pastor Keith is dead, but they still have a mission to do.
Jiang Fang recorded stroke by stroke in the church log.
Today's weather: foggy.
Temperature at 8:00 this morning: 24 degrees.
The night passed, and their search progressed unusually slowly.
This is true inside and outside the church.
They were unable to search for more valuable clues in the church, nor were they able to find the missing Hua Xicai.
Although this east bank is a cliff, it is still too difficult for Nan Zhou to walk around on his legs alone.
After dawn, because the church had been turned upside down by them and there was no other trace to be found, Guan Junliang and Ban Hang simply went out together.
Going to search, leaving Jiang Fang and Song Haining to stay in the church to watch the house.
In the afternoon, Nan Zhou went to the suspension bridge for the fifth time, empty-handed again, according to the prescribed time.
This time, someone was waiting there in advance.
But the person waiting there was not Zhao Lirui, but a strange man with a tall stature and the appearance of a deacon.
He stood silently in the bridge, with cold lines, like an elegant and fit statue in a tuxedo.
After seeing the face of the visitor, Nan Zhou stopped.
Why not Zhao Lirui
Nan Zhou noticed that he had nothing in his hands.
… So, the message to be sent is a message
Souvenirs and gifts can be handed over to the newlyweds.
Messages must be sent by people who are relatively close and trustworthy.
However, this still could not dispel the doubts that rose in Nan Zhou's heart.
The tuxedo took off his top hat, bowed deeply to himself, and made a perfect ten.
Nan Zhou went straight to the point: "What about the people who usually interact with us?"
Tuxedo put on a very business-like attitude: "I'm sorry. The night before yesterday, Duke Shelley suddenly fell ill. The castle was too busy, and there was no man to deliver the letter. I wasted Reverend Keith and your time. I'm very sorry. The duke only woke up last night and didn't have the strength to write a letter, so please ask me to send a message..."
Nan Zhou thought about last night again.
The only attic window in the whole church that echoes the opposite bank, the figure that looks at him from a distance.
… Doubtful shadows.
Nan Zhou gave his prepared remarks: "Mr. Keith didn't write a letter, he just asked how the Duke's health is."
"Mr. Duke also has something to convey to Mr. Keith." The man in the tuxedo replied in a tone that seemed to have been cast in copper. "He said, your heart, he has received. 'That matter', he will go made."
Nan Zhou asked, "What's the matter?"
"I don't know." The tuxedo is dripping. "But what Mr. Duke knows, Mr. Reverend must know."
The pastor Keith had been cold for almost 24 hours, and even if they wanted to ask, they couldn't ask.
Thinking of this, Nanzhou stepped onto the suspension bridge.
Step by step, step by step.
Every step of the way, Nan Zhou was thinking, should he kill the deacon
die here.
Kill him, and no one can go back and report to the Duke.
In this case, the Duke should send someone to ask again.
There are not many servants under the Duke, and those who can run errands should be newcomers.
Nan Zhou urgently needs to confirm that his teammates on the other side are safe.
He was even more worried that Hua Xixi had set foot on the West Bank for some reason.
Or, you can try to forcibly drag this person from the west bank and outside the game system to the east bank to test what punishments or restrictions will be imposed if they cross the bridge.
But many thoughts turned around in his mind, and they just turned around.
Now the situation has not deteriorated to an uncontrollable situation. There are still two days before the seventh day. He can't kill him rashly and startle the snake.
As for forcing him to go to the east coast...
First of all, this person is not a player and may not be bound by rules.
Secondly, if there is only Nan Zhou himself on the east bank, and there is such an extra experimental body, he will definitely drag him over to give it a try.
But not now.
The East Coast has his friends and his teammates.
He's not afraid of breaking the rules, he's afraid of hurting others.
Therefore, when standing in front of the tuxedo, Nan Zhou's tone was as calm and indifferent as always, as if the sinister plans brewing in his chest did not exist at all: "Does the Duke have anything else to say?"
The old god in the tuxedo is here: "No more."
Nan Zhou: "Where are the people who came with us?"
Shi Shiran in the tuxedo: "Who? Sorry, I'm only responsible for the duke, not for personnel management."
Nan Zhou: "What exactly does 'that matter' refer to? If you don't make it clear, I can't convey it."
Tuxedo still insisted: "Mr. Keith must know."
... The other party is obviously not oily and salty.
However, before Nan Zhou asked, "Have you seen anyone crossing the bridge since last night?", a scream resounded through the valley.
Nan Zhou's face turned cold.
Hua 偲偲's voice!
On the east coast, in the area that I haven't had time to search!
However, the tuxedo seemed to be accustomed to such terrifying screams. She put her top hat on her chest and bowed gently: "If there is nothing else, I will go back first—"
Nan Zhou grabbed his tie.
Just calm thinking, precise
The calculation has now turned into a cold murderous intent.
Nan Zhou grabbed his tie with one hand and kicked him on the knee.
Before the tuxedo could react, he lost his weight and was overturned outside the suspension bridge guardrail.
He was immediately flushed by the tightened tie, and his neck was thick. His graceful and calm leisure vanished, his eyes bulging and bloodshot.
He made a "hehe" sound in his throat, raised his neck in vain, grabbed Nan Zhou's hands, and kicked his feet in the air, trying to find a focus.
Nan Zhou let him struggle enough, and lifted him up so that his toes could barely step on the wooden boards on the outer edge of the suspension bridge.
"… where are you going?"
Nan Zhou didn't realize how much he sounded like Jiang Fang at this moment: "...I'll ask from the beginning. Does the Duke have anything else to say?"