"It's indeed strange. It's still risky to take the corpse out and burn it rashly. Let's leave the morgue now, and then look for the underground boiler room mentioned in the letter to see what's going on in the mine. Mr. Bailing, I know this It's not fair to your friend Williamette, but we didn't have a better idea."
Seeing that everyone was undecided, Mr. Hood proposed.
"Wait a minute!"
This time it was Jenkins who stopped him, and his expression was very serious:
"No one can leave, no one can leave the morgue."
"What do you want, Mr. Candle?"
Mr. White Cat asked in surprise, not understanding what happened to Jenkins.
"No one can leave the morgue now, the things here are not over yet, there is definitely something weird here!"
"Why do you say that?"
Miss Magic also asked.
"Because he knows me."
It was Mr. Corpse who answered the question.
"Because this Mr. Candle knew me, just now, I finally thought of who you are. In my long life, I have met countless unique people, but only you are so illusory and unreal, Like a shadow... If memory serves me, Mister Candle, you joined the party last fall."
"What's going on, Mister Candle, what are you hiding?"
Hathaway frowned and asked, among the four players other than Jenkins, he was the one who distrusted Mr. Candle the least.
"I know… "
Boom!
An unknown loud noise came from a distance, and then Nolan outside the window and the tabletop set all shook. The people at the table watched as the three-story apartment building slowly collapsed outside the window, causing a chain reaction that brought down the neighboring buildings as well.
The sound refused to dissipate for a long time, and when everyone came back to their senses, they realized that the tabletop scenery had also become messy.
"The curse is intensifying, and the sudden earthquake gave the decayed building a final blow. After three action rounds, the house where the explorer is located will also collapse. The explorer must escape here before then, otherwise there is no need to Judgment, go directly to the ending—buried alive. Note, because the explorers are far away from the entrance of the house, you have to spend three action rounds to escape from here, and you have to make additional agility and physical fitness judgments in the middle to judge whether you will be dropped. hit by falling building debris."
"Mr. Candle, we must go now!"
Mr. White Cat said hurriedly.
"No, the matter here has not been investigated clearly. I don't believe that there is nothing strange here. Don't you think this earthquake is strange?"
"But people will die if they are buried. Maybe you are not afraid of being buried alive, but what you control is an ordinary human girl!"
Hathaway said that other people generally have the same opinion.
"Mr. Corpse is forcing us to leave!"
Jenkins explained in a rapid tone.
"What kind of relationship do you have with Mr. Corpse?"
Mr. White Cat asked this question again.
"We're early..."
boom~
The second sound appeared in the sky, this time it was still an earthquake, but the intensity was not as terrible as before.
"Because of your hesitation, the aftershocks accelerated the collapse of the house. You still have three action rounds to leave, but when making [Agility] judgments, all throwing results will be added by 5."
"Let the writers stay!"
Jenkins said resolutely.
"Mr. Candle, what are you going to do again?"
Mr. Hood said helplessly:
"No matter how strong that writer is, he can't survive being buried in the ground, let alone the curse on him..."
"It's all right, Mr. Hood, let Mr. Candle finish."
Hathaway didn't complain about Jenkins, but let him finish speaking calmly. Jenkins admired the rationality of the red-haired girl at this time, but he didn't know that what the other party was thinking at the moment was that if he couldn't give a reason to convince her next time, she would ask Jenkins to report Mr. Candle to the church after the game was over.
As for the reason, it doesn't matter.
"There is definitely a problem with these morgues and this morgue, and it is not a general problem. If we leave now, then we will never find any clues here again."
Jenkins explained to everyone.
"But the writer dies if he stays."
Hathaway answered him.
"Since the writer you manipulate is so strong, there must be a way to face such a dangerous situation."
Hearing Jenkins' "hint", Hathaway checked her character card again, but she couldn't find a suitable description.
"Mr. Corpse, can we control each other's explorers?"
Jenkins thought for a while, then asked suddenly.
"It can only be exchanged with each other, and one person cannot manipulate two characters. And once you choose to do this, no matter what the ending of the final story is, the rewards of the swappers will be reduced to the lowest level, and the punishment will be raised to the highest level. "
Mr. Corpse said that this is one of the core rules of B-11-1-0299 [A Story Within a Story], and he cannot hide it.
"Miss Bailing, if you trust me, we will exchange the character cards of the writer and Miss Noble, and I promise not to hurt him... And I promise, if you ask that great writer after this incident, he will tell you that I am who!"
Jenkins thinks this is the most sincere speech he has ever spoken since he came to this world. Hathaway was probably also moved by Jenkins, or it might be because of the urgent situation of Nolan outside the window, or it might be because she was more worried about Britney than Jenkins. In the end, the red-haired lady nodded slowly, and then Swap your own silver tinsel with Jenkins' silver tinsel.
The moment he got his character card, Jenkins let out a long breath. He briefly glanced at the content above, and found that most of the information about himself that could be disclosed publicly was written on it. As for the information that could not be disclosed publicly, it was also there, but it was written in a very cryptic way. If you don't know the actual situation, you will never be able to guess it. of.
"It made me worry for nothing for two hours."
Jenkins complained in his heart, and then said:
"The writer stayed and continued to investigate the last opened morgue. His cat was taken away by the noble lady."
The white cat vanilla lying next to Jenkins immediately complained "meow~", but the sound was just covered by the thunder outside the window.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Mr. Corpse asked again.
"Yes, I absolutely do not believe that there is nothing wrong with this matter. Mr. Corpse, you have repeatedly hindered me from investigating here, and I do not believe it is a coincidence."