Lin Zhen still stood where he was.
His dark red pupils, which always seemed to be half-smiling, were full of astonishment at the moment, and his rather handsome facial features were very stiff, which was completely different from the way he had just playfully waited for Yan Wei to come to ask for help.
"I guessed this after I got down, but I haven't—"
"Before I had time to say it, I finished it," Yan Wei spread his hands, "And then? Will it affect our bet?"
The road beside the blood pool was narrow and cramped, and there was a rotten and unpleasant smell coming out of it, Xun Yan Wei frowned, with a disgusted expression on his face. He took a step forward, but looking at the small hole in front of him that was only as wide as a person, and the wall of the hole was covered with sticky and damp moss, Yan Wei hurriedly took a step back.
He turned his head and waved to Lin Zhen: "Let's go."
Lin Zhen slowly put away the stiffness of his face, held his longbow tightly and bowed his body, turned his head to look at him, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and his rambling voice slowly dragged out: "You hide your strength? Why? What do you not want to let him know?" Does anybody know?"
"The inside of this hole is too dirty, you go first, help me wipe off the moss next to me so that it doesn't touch me," Yan Wei opened the information panel, scanned the most common area of the exchange mall, and took out the invitation letter very generously I exchanged a bag of cleaning cloths of the best quality, and threw it at Lin Zhen, "Save it, it cost me a low-level invitation letter."
Lin Zhen subconsciously raised his hand to take it.
He moved neatly and quickly, with his left knuckles slightly bent, he grabbed the two bags of cloth sassyly.
Lin Zhen saw what it was: "..."
The stiffness that had been restrained just now reappeared on his face.
Yan Wei had already turned his head, walked behind Lin Zhen, and slowly put on the gloves he had prepared earlier. Lin Zhen's black clothes melted into the dim light, his whole body was evil and dangerous, but Yan Wei didn't seem to feel the oppressive body index of the other party, just put on the gloves and patted Lin Zhen's back With a shoulder, he said: "Don't worry, when I entered the dungeon, I turned off the projection angle of the gambling building, and other players can't see you as a bodyguard rubbing the cave wall."
Lin Zhen: "..."
Even if he didn't see Lin Zhen's expression, Yan Wei could hear Lin Zhen's slightly heavier breathing beside the quiet pool of blood, which seemed to be a sign before he got angry.
But Yan Wei smiled silently.
He and Yan Mingguang didn't plunge into this seventh-floor dungeon unprepared. Before entering, in addition to studying their inevitable opponent Jiang Xiu, Yan Wei also carefully watched all the dungeon records related to Lin Zhen. After all, this invitation letter came from Lin Zhen. If he misunderstood Lin Zhen's character, he might have harmed himself and Yan Mingguang.
After looking at all the records, Yan Wei discovered that although Lin Zhen was a mysterious dark horse in the eyes of the low-level players in the building and the new seed players, his behavior pattern was actually simpler than that of Jiang Xiu. To put it simply - a neuropathy who strives to win and saves face.
He likes to run after those who may be stronger than him, or on par with him, and because he is too competitive to save face, he keeps his promises. This person is not a good person, but he is not a bad person. The most important thing is to do what he says. The moment he saw Lin Zhen but not Yan Mingguang, Yan Wei already had an idea and confidence.
Sure enough, within a short while, Lin Zhen's mood turned around, and in the end, not only did he not regret it, he even laughed out loud.
"You're quite vindictive, little pet." He said, swung the longbow in his hand, and a pure black arrow feather appeared out of nowhere on the bowstring. As soon as the arrow feather appeared, it left the string with the sound of breaking wind, and the tip of the arrow instantly withstood the cloth thrown up by him at the same time. Immediately afterwards, another long arrow followed with almost no gap.
The long arrow quickly pierced through the darkness, slashing across the dirty moss on both sides of the cave wall. Once the bow string is stretched, it is enough to make the black longbow that other players are alert to shoot arrow feathers continuously, just like this overkill to clear the way for Yan Wei's cleanliness at the forefront.
Lin Zhen was still a little shocked just now, but within a few steps, the man returned to his usual ambiguous smile, with a casual voice: "Yan Mingguang must also know that you are hiding your clumsiness, right? You two have been acting together all the time, he It's also very strong, you should be cooperating. Little pet, your sheepskin is very successful, I was fooled by you."
Yan Wei followed Lin Zhen, walking in this cramped small cave, holding a flashlight that he had exchanged in his hand, ignored Lin Zhen, and just carefully looked at the sides.
"You just couldn't cross the blood pool by yourself. Isn't your body index outstanding? That's perception. It matches your vengeful and clever personality. I haven't met anyone with high perception who beat me to death. It’s like this, I’m suddenly not interested in Yan, I think you’re more fun.”
"..."
"That's not right. You and Yan Mingguang entered the same dungeon. Your strength is no worse than him. Why is he the best player? Yan... Yan and Yan... which of you is Yan?"
"..."
"Hey, why don't you leave, why are you looking so serious?"
Yan Wei was looking at the ground.
The young man's slender fingers were slightly curled up, his fingertips resting on the edge of the flashlight, his wrists were slightly down, and he bent down to look down at the narrow ground. His eyes were clear, and the pupils reflected the light gathered by the flashlight, which was as bright as his expression.
"Do you think it's very strenuous for the sorceress to climb the mountain and go down the well?" Yan Wei said casually.
"Yo, she's so old, we can fight as a boss if we don't have to work hard. Apart from stones and bugs on the ground, there are some traces of dragging - this is a place with ghosts, dragging corpses or something, there are These traces are normal. What are you looking at?"
The corner of Yan Wei's mouth twitched: "I'm looking at the width of the drag mark, it's very thin, much thinner than the girl's figure."
He didn't make it clear, but the Lin Zhen in front of him was not a novice player in the first-level dungeon, just one sentence was enough.
Judging from the effort the sorceress put in climbing the mountain and going down the well, she is just an old man with an ordinary physique, so she may not have the strength to carry a slightly heavier thing on her back. The drag marks on the ground could not be made by those skinless female ghosts who can disappear into the room in an instant, but could only be made by witches.
And the width of this mark is too narrow, not even the width of the girl's waist, obviously it is not a trace of dragging the corpse.
What is the sorceress going to delay
She didn't bring anything with her when she went down the well, and the trace of dragging was most likely caused when she took things out. What is not too big, but has a certain weight, and can be dragged out every time without being brought in by the witch
——The skin bone umbrella that disappeared out of thin air in the main hall of the mountain temple during the day.
Now it seems that what is happening now can form a relatively clear logic.
The sorceress used the girl's skin and bones as an umbrella and threw the girl's body into the well. Something may have happened in the middle, there has been a change here, the corpses of those girls have also turned into ghosts, and the appearance of the skin bone umbrella represents the appearance of the skinless female ghost. At night, the sorceress puts the skin bone umbrella at their door, and the skinless female ghost will appear in the room accompanied by singing, and kill the person with the skin bone umbrella.
During the day, the skeletal umbrellas that did not cause death return to the well. If the witch still needs to use the skin and bone umbrellas to lure the skinless female ghost to kill, she needs to go down the well again to drag these umbrellas out.
Except for the skin bone umbrella that caused the player's death, the other skin bone umbrellas that did not cause any death disappeared, and I am afraid that they appeared—or returned—to this strange well.
The sorceress is the one who takes out the umbrella again. So this trace is very thin, estimated to be the width of a few umbrellas in a bag, and the slightly furry old moss on the trace is facing outside, because things have always been dragged out, not dragged in.
"Why don't we go inside and get a bone umbrella to play with? It's raining outside, so it saves us the trouble of buying an umbrella." Lin Zhen had already shot out a few more arrow feathers, and said casually, "Hey, what's the matter?" As I was doing it, I thought it would be fun to clean up with my bow and arrow."
Yan Wei: "Can you deduce why there is a change here, and why did the witch do this?"
"Maybe because we are good-looking, and they want to make us into skin bone umbrellas."
"There's no need to put on a show, you have to help me if you lose the bet, but we are not teammates who can deliver the back, I know this better than you," Yan Wei chuckled, and his clear voice echoed in the narrow well A few back and forth, "You are not stupid, and you have your own guesses. If you don't want to say it, just shut up and don't waste time fooling me."
Lin Zhen was stunned by him, but he was not angry, and his smile widened: "Hey, you little pet, why does the one next to Yan Mingguang seem to be so obedient, but now he is so fierce? But the clues of this trace , It was you who guessed it, I will not compete with you for the answer points, you can tell the answer yourself."
Just now Yan Wei raised his mouth, and he and Lin Zhen both had the answer in their hearts, but Lou's notification tone didn't sound, indicating that the rush answer score needs to be analyzed before it can be judged.
Yan Wei shook his head: "Now is not the time to speak out."
He has to do more than just score, but... control the score range of all players.
He poked Lin Zhen roughly with a flashlight: "Hurry up and open the way, we have to go back to the mountain temple for several hours, I don't want to stay here until night."
Lin Zhen didn't hesitate. With a move of the longbow, several arrow feathers shot out one after another. His mouth was not idle: "It would be nice to delay until night, maybe there will be more bloody and perverted scenes to see..."
The footsteps of the two walked along with the sound of arrow feathers breaking through the wind, and the light of the flashlight stretched in the darkness. It seemed that after a while, the gathered light spread out more and more, and their footsteps echoed longer some.
"Hey, the front seems to be wider—" Lin Zhen's voice suddenly paused.
Behind him, Yan Wei's eyes were fixed, and the casual expression just now disappeared. His gaze crossed Lin Zhen's shoulder, and slowly landed on the suddenly spacious cave in front of him.
The gradually widening cave seems to have come to an end, and the spacious ground can accommodate fifty or sixty people standing at the same time. Under the bright white light from the flashlight, one after another pale umbrellas are neatly arranged there, and the silence is filled with a sense of drowning.
Even Lin Zhen subconsciously stopped breathing.
"... yo, how many do you have?"
Yan Wei blinked, and said word by word: "One hundred and twenty-seven. Don't you want to play with it? It's enough for you."
Lin Zhen: "..."
"Ah, I don't even need to go get it." Yan Wei stared straight ahead, his eyes flickered, and his tone was slightly drawn out, "They are coming towards us."