"The skeleton carried by the writer has changed, and one-fifth of the skeleton is broken."
While the explorer's wooden carvings were moving down, Mr. Corpse said suddenly.
"Don't worry about it, speed up the downward speed, the explorers are running!"
Hathaway said loudly.
"Sailor with matches, ready to burn that skeleton!"
These are the words of Mr. White Cat.
The downward staircase was actually not long. The skeleton only moved once, and the explorers came to the underground morgue, where Mr. Corpse held a party.
After hastily announcing the investigation, only the numbers thrown by two people passed, so the information obtained is not much, only knowing that this room seems to be often visited by people, because there is not much dust on the ground and walls.
"Looks like the morgues are going to be checked."
It's a tough decision, and even if everyone's adventure story isn't a horror story, everyone knows there must be something scary in the morgue.
Jenkins, who was sitting next to the round table, squinted his eyes at the scene on the table. In the eyes of the players, the morgue at the lowest part of the scene was the size of a sesame seed, and even the morgue was no more than the size of a palm.
But that place is too familiar to him. In his linear memory after coming to this world, he will visit here every month. Jenkins can even tell where he stands with the professor every time.
But this time it is no longer the professor who visits with him, but some strangers and Britney.
"The investigation didn't work. What should we do now? Now half of the skeleton of the writer's carrier has been turned into bone meal. I think this curse should be completely released in one or two rounds of operations."
Hathaway asked everyone.
"There are five of us, not counting the cat, and each of us can open a locker in the next round of operations, so that we can open and inspect at least 10 lockers before the curse is completely released. Not as good as a fifth of these morgues, but worth a try."
Mr. Hood said that other people also agreed with this decision, so they each chose a cabinet to open. None of the other four people chose the cabinet that Mr. Corpse used to sit up and lie down repeatedly. After all, luck could not be so "good". Jenkins hesitated for a moment, and didn't choose that one, but chose the morgue in the lower left corner of the cabinet.
"The writer opened the mortuary cabinet on tiptoe, and there was only a dead body inside, presumably lying here before the hospital was abandoned. He was startled, but he was fine;
The Viscountess squatted down and opened the mortuary cabinet, but there was nothing inside, she was a little disappointed;
The merchant's daughter struggled to open the mortuary cabinet, but there was nothing in it. After throwing an investigation, she found some slight scratches on the inner wall of the cabinet, but it was too long to tell whether they were human nails caught out;
The sailor opened the mortuary cabinet silently, and there were some powders in glass bottles. The writer and the viscountess threw occultism... all passed, and they found that it was the grinding powder of the moonstone, and it was made recently, and it could still be used use;
The noble lady opened the mortuary cabinet, and he saw the iron can inside, the transparent resin tube connected to it, and a very thin syringe.
The skeleton carried by the writer has changed again, and now only the skull remains intact. After your next round of operations, the corpses will all be crushed. "
Mr. Corpse suggested.
"syringe?"
Mr. White Cat repeated the word suspiciously, and the injection equipment was in the cabinet that Britney opened.
Only Jenkins knows what it is, and like the ground powder of the moonstone discovered by the sailors, this is an artifact that Mr. Corpse put here to participate in the party. The former is probably a trade item between him and a certain party participant, and the latter is B-01-2-8100 [Elemental Blood], which has been used many times, a kind of elemental evolution of the gifter's random ability. Special numbered items.
"Why is the syringe here?"
Mr. White Cat was puzzled, and then guessed:
"Is this injection equipment the source of the curse?"
"Let the writer identify it with mysticism."
Seeing that Mr. White Cat's thinking went for a fork, Jenkins immediately reminded them to prevent them from setting fire to the syringe.
"It takes a long time to identify this set of instruments, so it will take up the next round of action, are you sure?"
"Wait, we only have one round of action left, and we have to face the decision of whether to destroy the bones. We can't waste this opportunity now."
Hathaway followed closely to stop.
What she said also makes sense, and it doesn't make much sense to explorers whether they know that it is a B-type extraordinary [elemental blood].
"So what should we do next? In the next round, choose one person to burn the bones, and the other four will then open the mortuary cabinet to find clues? Or let our five friends bear the curse, and all five people will open the cabinet to find clues?"
Hathaway asked, because the skeleton was now on the writer she manipulated.
"Maybe we have other options. Wouldn't it be possible to end all this by burning that strange set of injection equipment? Although there is no chance for investigation, it is really strange that that set of equipment appeared in the basement."
Mr. White Cat is obsessed with the syringe, and his thinking has gone into a dead end.
"The syringe is not important, what is important is the secret of the mortuary. The manipulator behind the scenes and Mr. Corpse tried every means to lure us here. It must not be as simple as wanting us to burn the syringe."
After Jenkins finished speaking, he glanced at Mr. Corpse again, but the latter did not respond to his words.
"What Mr. Candle said is also reasonable, so let's vote, whether the last curse should be borne by our friends, or temporarily thrown to Nolan, so that Nolan can collect all the curses."
Mr. Hood finally concluded, seeing that the others were silent, he said very bluntly:
"Those who agree not to deal with it and allow the curse to take effect on our friends, raise your right hand; those who agree to burn the bones with fire and release the curse to Nolan, please raise your left hand... Well, since you don't want to express your opinion, then I will first Come."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand. Immediately afterwards, Hathaway raised her left hand. Her lovers were all here, and Jenkins understood why she made this decision.
"It was so difficult. I hadn't had such a difficult decision since my father asked me to choose a birthday present from dolls and story books when I was 13 years old."
Miss Magic said, and made the same choice with Mr. Hood, so that only Jenkins and Mr. White Cat remained silent.