The confusion in Shen Mizhi's expression was fleeting, he lowered his eyes slightly, and then smiled as if nothing had happened: "What happened to me last night?"
As soon as Xiao Li's words came out, he didn't feel that something was wrong at first, but when he looked at Wen Wenwen and others' eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and he quickly reacted. He turned around and said without changing his face, "It's nothing."
Shen Mizhi's mood became very good in an instant, he got closer, looked at Xiao Li at a distance that seemed a little ambiguous but not too out of bounds, and asked in a low voice, "Could it be that you dreamed of me? "
"Didn't you hear what I said before?" Xiao Li was a little uncomfortable at such a distance, and turned his head slightly, "I didn't sleep, let alone dream."
Shen Mizhi raised his eyebrows slightly, but refused to stop: "Then how did I do that you can't sleep?"
He spoke in a low voice, especially the last words, almost like a whisper in his ear.
Xiao Li: "..."
He had nothing to say for a while, he couldn't say that he wanted Shen Mizhi to lose sleep? This sounds more ambiguous than before.
Xiao Li sighed and covered his face with his hands: "...I'm going to bed, you can do whatever you want."
He turned around and fled the scene, and behind him, Shen Mizhi raised his lips happily, and followed with almost no hesitation.
The rest of Wen Wenwen's facial features were crumpled together, and after looking at the same place for a long time, he felt like a single dog with a fragrance all over his body, watching a pair of big men show their affection, but...
This is really the wrong place at the wrong time!
He wailed in his heart with incomparable sadness, and turned his head to Wang Huai: "Pharaoh, what do you say, do you want to follow along or split up? I'll listen to you."
"Follow, how do you want to sleep together?" Wang Huai looked at him and sneered.
It is not uncommon to sleep together in the dungeon world. There are some particularly dangerous haunted places. For the sake of safety, many reincarnators will sleep together, sleeping with their clothes on, so that they can escape easily. .
Wen Wenwen coughed: "Then let's continue to investigate? Will it be a little dangerous?"
He is known for his steadiness in his behavior and never does anything with a high risk factor.
Sherlock's deeds on the forum are well-known, and it is obviously unwise to break away from such bigwigs.
On the contrary, Kersia smiled sweetly and said in English slowly: "Since Sherlock wants us to act separately, let's act separately. The first time is a good opportunity to find news."
"It's divided into two paths. One is to check the specific scope of the town, and the other is to pretend to be a tourist to inquire about the little boy in the CG in the opening sequence." Wang Huai lowered his head and stroked his skull ring, and said absently, "You can form a team freely. "
"I want to check the specific scope, how about you?" Wen Wenwen asked.
Wang Huai: "I'm going to see the hotel Sherlock chose. When that time comes, I'll reserve a room for each of you who come back, on a first-come, first-served basis."
Wen Wenwen: "..."
If he hadn't known Wang Huai's character, he would have thought he was paddling on purpose.
Because of this, he did not try to persuade the other party to join the team looking for information, but waved his hand: "Okay, then let's go."
It's not surprising that Sherlock behaves like this, and Wang Huai, as a boss, actually has a certain degree of privilege.
The rest of the reincarnators looked at each other, but did not protest. Hetian and Jin Handong chose to search for the little boy, while the others went to investigate the area of the town.
This town seems to be shrouded in a fog that will never disappear. The dust in the air exceeds the standard, and it is a vast expanse of white. If you look around, you can almost walk within a meter to see the passers-by and businesses on the street.
Wen Wenwen noticed that passersby looked at them with strange expressions. Every time they passed a passerby, their eyes would stay on the faces of the reincarnators for a long time.
It should be rare for outsiders to come here, and it is not a tourist attraction.
He thought so, and silently defined this town in his heart.
There are not many merchants along the way, only some food stores, clothing stores, pharmacies, etc. are open for basic livelihood. Wen Wenwen searched a lot, and finally found a grocery store, and exchanged glances with Bruce and others, Went in and talked to the owner.
Since the place looks very westernized, Bruce greeted in English: "Hello, we are first-time travelers here."
The owner is an old man with white hair, many wrinkles on his face, and a pair of reading glasses.
When the crowd came in, he was fascinated by the circle of hemp rope in his hand, and the table in front of him was full of incense and essential oils.
After listening to Bruce's words, the shopkeeper slowly took off his reading glasses, raised his eyelids and glanced lazily at everyone: "No way."
A simple sentence made Bruce's muscles tense, and Wen Wenwen had already arrived at the door of the store with half a foot, ready to run out at any time.
"Don't be so nervous," the old shopkeeper said slowly again, "I just guessed, where would anyone come here to travel? Young people, this is not a good place."
The old man looked very kind, and Kesia got closer, trying to get more words out of his mouth: "Grandpa, we are not here to travel, we are here to draw materials, for the sake of novels. .You know, sometimes it's only by experiencing it myself that I can get inspired to create something."
"Can you tell us some secrets of this town?" She was beautiful, her green eyes were like pure and flawless gems, and she smiled like a charming angel, "We can pay some price, do you think We also have money and other treasures, and we won’t tell anyone.”
The old shop owner just looked at her lightly and shook his head amusedly: "No need, because..."
He put on his reading glasses again and stared intently at the hemp rope in his hand. His voice suddenly fell, and he completed the whole sentence: "You can't get out."
Kesia's smile instantly stiffened at the corners of her lips, but she simply had a strong psychological quality and asked, "What do you mean by that? Can't you just go out if you just go out?"
The old shop owner shook his head, wrapped the hemp rope around his hands, and refused to talk further: "You will know soon."
During the conversation, Wen Wenwen silently observed the whole store for a while, and found that there were a lot of things sold in it, including various knives, hemp rope, incense, etc., but after searching around, he couldn't find himself on the shelves. After thinking about what I wanted for a while, I interjected and asked, "Shopkeeper, do you sell maps here?"
The old shop owner listened to his question, but didn't even look up: "There is no map, the people here don't need a map, and you... don't need a map either."
Everyone looked at each other and seemed to have read something from this sentence.
What does it mean to not need a map
Is it because once you come in, you can't go out for the rest of your life
The reincarnations present all thought of the mission limit: before finding a way to survive, as long as they leave here, they will be obliterated.
It sounds like this restriction has something to do with the town's secrets...
Now that the shop owner has already said this, there is nothing to talk about next, and the rest of the people walked out of the grocery store.
Kersia walked outside the house, spread out her task book, and used a blank page as a blank sheet to write down the names of the shops along the road.
On the other side, Xiao Li did not find the hotel.
He walked two streets and looked for a few passers-by. Some of them didn't stop for a moment to listen to him and ran away. The only one left shook his head sharply at him and kept saying "no, no, no", and then He also ran away in a hurry.
Xiao Li looked up at the foggy sky at the deserted street now, and a vague suspicion arose in his heart:
Maybe... the town has no hotels at all.
The hotel is for outsiders, and looking at the reactions of these local residents, there are very few outsiders here.
This is an isolated town.
If his idea is true, the only way to stay on the street is to rent a house.
As long as it is a human being, there will always be births, old age, sickness and death, and there will always be vacant houses.
Well, with that being said, the only problem is, money.
The reincarnators basically buy an item in the mall that can be converted into a certain amount of money in the dungeon world, but Xiao Li has never bought it, he hardly uses the item, and has saved a large amount of money in the small yellow book.
He fumbled and took out the small yellow book, opened the mall, and browsed the props he wanted in it, but a hand behind him took the small yellow book from him.
The young man glanced at the little yellow book in his hand, and there were a few subtle expressions in his eyes, which were quickly taken away.
Shen Mizhi said, "I just bought it."
Xiao Li:
Is it that fast
Shen Mizhi: "House."
"I don't know what you like. I picked one. You can change it if you don't like it."
Xiao Li: "...As long as it can live in people."
He doesn't pick.
Shen Mizhi's house is not far away. According to him, he used a lot of money and food to find a shop. The boss was moved by the huge sum of money and materials, and found him efficiently. A vacant villa.
It was a small bungalow. It looked good from the outside. It was painted with white paint. It should not be too old. It was two stories high, and there was a small garden outside with flowers, but all of them died in the fog.
The interior of the small bungalow has all the facilities.
When talking about the origin of the house, the owner was a little vague. He said that his aunt fell ill and died in the church not long ago. He had no children and no daughter.
This kind of house is shared by the reincarnators, so Xiao Li didn't say anything, nodded and agreed. He chose a room at random, and when he walked in, he wanted to lie down and catch up on sleep.
Just before he made up his sleep, Shen Mizhi took the lead in taking a few steps and held the door of his room with one hand, preventing him from closing it.
The young man lowered his eyebrows slightly. Under the faint light, his amber eyes had a gentle expression. He asked, "Do you want me to accompany you?"
"Since you can't sleep because of me," he raised the corners of his lips slightly, clearly happy, but his tone was as serious as possible, "then I should take responsibility and sleep with you again."