The sketches were all done by hand, and Sue didn’t have this kind of skill. Ji Heng was the only one who did the drawing, and the manpower was limited.
Sur didn't expect to find the loyal servants who guard the tomb with the help of the missing person notice. Only the brave man can be found under the heavy reward. There is no benefit. Who wants to take the risk and send a person who may have violent tendencies to govern the situation.
"If the missing person notice is missing tomorrow morning, it means that the host is in the town just like us." Sur said while thinking, "And it will also be active at night."
Ji Heng suddenly caught some sounds, glanced at him, and used his eyes to signal to find a hidden place to hide.
Today is probably related to the trash can. Sur looked around, and finally found that the only place to hide is behind the trash can.
Looking through the gap to find the source of the sound, a woman in a prison uniform came running towards her, her slender arms covered with bloodstains, probably hooked by something like iron wire.
"Why haven't you come yet..." The moonlight illuminated her face clearly, it was a very strange look, anxiously looking forward to panic, a variety of complex emotions were mixed together.
Grain Rain.
Sur saw the name on the opponent's badge and whispered to Ji Heng, "I also met a female player in the morning, called Xia Zhi, who played the role of a woman who was raped."
Coincidentally, both of them are named after solar terms.
"Xiazhi said that a player poisoned the husband in the dungeon before and was arrested for governance. Could it be her?"
Ji Heng looked at the tattered prison uniform and nodded: "Escape from prison."
Sur found it strange and did not understand why at such a critical juncture, the other party did not hurry up and run farther, but stopped and waited.
Just when he was puzzled, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded on the street, and two people carrying coffins came from a distance, both with pale faces, and their steps were very neat.
The female player named Gu Yu hurriedly took out a stamp, and seemed to be praying while holding it in her hand.
The coffin was set down in front of her, splashing the dust on the ground.
Gu Yu didn't care about this at all, instead he stepped forward and handed over the stamps.
The coffin carrier checked the stamps, opened the coffin board, and said indifferently, "Enter."
After hesitating for a few seconds, Gu Yu took a deep breath and took the initiative to lie in.
"Get up." The person in front said, and the two worked together to carry the coffin forward again.
When they were farther away, Ji Heng said softly, "Follow up and have a look."
To avoid being discovered, he deliberately kept his distance along the way. Lifting the coffin in the middle of the night, just looking at the back is very strange, and after walking about 300 meters, screams suddenly came from the coffin.
"Wrong! Wrong choice!" Because of his panic, his voice was particularly shrill: "Let me out!"
thump-thump-thump-
At first, it was a frantic hammering against the coffin wall, and then it turned into a fingernail scratching. From the intermittent cries for help, the client's despair can be made up.
"what!"
The player in the coffin didn't know what happened, like a goose strangled by the throat, and the screaming stopped abruptly.
Only then did the coffin bearer stop, throw the unconscious player into the ditch by the roadside, and move on.
Ji Heng walked over first, and let Sur wait behind, and then came out without any abnormality.
"It's dead."
Ji Heng turned around and shook his head at Sur.
The number on Gu Yu's breastplate was gray. She kept her hands in front of her body, her eyes were tightly closed, as if she saw something before she died, so she didn't even have the courage to open her eyes.
Sur recalled what he saw earlier: "She gave the coffin bearer a stamp before she entered the coffin."
Ji Heng took off one of Gu Yu's shoes, and there were three stamps stuffed in it, his eyes were cold: "The task is to find the correct stamp to lead to the free town, it seems that the game is about finding a needle in a haystack. A trick."
Sur tried to summarize the information he got so far. First of all, the coffin bearer can take the player to the free town, but the player can only give the coffin bearer one stamp at a time, and he may die if he fails.
Ji Heng turned around abruptly at this moment, holding a talisman between his two fingers.
Sur realized that someone was coming again, and secretly guarded.
At first, the distance was far apart, and the other party was dressed in black again, and he could only see the raised corner of the windbreaker. The man threw something at random, and when he rolled to his feet, he saw that it was a small ball of paper.
Sur picked it up and opened it, it was the missing person notice he personally participated in making not long ago.
At this time, the distance between the two sides was less than one meter.
The loyal servant of the tomb always had a sad face on his face, and he only cried when he saw it, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes.
Ji Heng put away the talisman and stood there without any intention of opening.
The loyal servant of the tomb also kept silent. He walked to the ditch, squatted down slowly, and burst into tears when he saw the body. A young man in a cape behind him hurriedly handed over a yellow paper.
The loyal servant of the tomb wiped his tears, but his fingernails became slender without any warning. I saw him carefully peeling off the face of the dead player, and then rubbing the remaining flesh and blood with yellow paper stained with teardrops. As the flesh and blood was squeezed out, the yellow paper sank deeper and deeper, and finally successfully wrapped the whole face.
When it was taken off again, a miraculous thing happened. The piece of paper turned out to be Gu Yu's face before his death. The only difference is that the human face on the yellow paper has been shedding blood and tears, as if he is still suffering huge torture after death.
The loyal servant of the tomb asked the young man to put away the paper, and his incontinence from tears caused his eyes to turn red from time to time. Compared with the blood-stained fingers, the picture was extraordinarily strange.
"I like your face very much," said Crying Xiang with a contradictory smile on his face: "It is very suitable to be printed on Ming coins."
"Thank you for your appreciation." Sur said blankly, "But should I introduce the rules in detail?"
The loyal servant of the tomb kept a smile: "I have already introduced it, it's just a chance."
The information received from the prompt sound when entering the dungeon is too little. Seeing the host's desire to not say much, Sur picked a less sensitive question: "Will you die if you choose the wrong stamp?"
"Of course not." The loyal servants who guarded the tomb seemed to have suffered monstrous grievances, and made an exaggerated expression: "Even if it is not a stamp leading to a free town, some of them can bring you great benefits."
No longer giving any chance to ask questions, the host took another step forward, disappearing into the boundless night.
"Run separately." As soon as the loyal servant of the tomb left, a sudden voice came.
Sur raised his head suspiciously, making sure that Ji Heng was speaking.
Ji Heng sneered: "There are so many streets, but the coffin is parked in front of us."
Sur reacted a little, and quickly looked at the corpse in the ditch, and made a bad idea: "You mean, we will be arrested as murderers?"
Ji Heng: "No matter how well the domestic violence female player you met was hidden, it was found because of a bizarre coincidence."
The host specifically mentioned luck, I am afraid that their luck will be weakened to a negative number here.
Negative and negative is not applicable in the copy, two unlucky ghosts get together, it will only be more unlucky.
I don't know if it's because of psychological effects. It seems that there are people who are really coming from the distance. They listen to it, but it's just the wind.
Sur made a decisive decision and decided to do what he said. It is impossible for the people in the Governance Bureau to be dispatched to hunt down a fugitive, and the chance of being caught separately is smaller.
Ji Heng seemed to want to slow him down a step.
Sur suddenly turned around and said, "Don't take special care of me."
Ji Heng: "Oh?"
Suer: "I wrote down the address of the aunt who reported the case during the day, and I went to read love poems outside her house later. Even if I got caught, it would be a crime of hooliganism."
"… "
Sur instead opened his mind: "You can come with me."
Although Ji Heng can talk to the devil, but he has not yet reached that level, and rationally refuses: "No."
By contrast, he loves running for his life.
Sur didn't force it. The wall-climbing skills he learned at school came in handy. He easily climbed the high wall and chose another path to run away.
The consequences of the constant weakening of luck are obvious.
Ji Heng didn't know what was going on on Sur's side, but he basically didn't stop being chased all night, and he could see patrol cars wherever he went. Interestingly, in this small place with only a few thousand people, there are only two patrol cars in total. Even if they run to different streets, the patrol cars will arrive there for various reasons.
In the end, it is not wisdom that can escape, but forcibly resisting by force, so as to avoid being caught and sent to the Governing Bureau.
Walking through the streets all night, it was an unexpected reward. When it was almost dawn, Ji Heng found a crumpled postage stamp on the wheel of a tricycle. The color on the surface has been a little distorted, and a magpie is vaguely painted.
The nearby snack stalls opened very early, and various aromas of steamed buns and soy milk wafted around.
Ji Heng was penniless, staring at the hot xiao long bao that just came out of the cage, and began to think about how to mix up a full meal.
"Boss, come with two drawers."
The speaker was a woman, wearing a headscarf that covered her entire face, and the badge revealed that she was also a player.
summer solstice.
Ji Heng saw her badge and found that it was the female player that Sur mentioned.
Xia Zhi beckoned: "I please."
Ji Heng sat down and opened the disposable chopsticks.
"I heard some rumors about you," Xia Zhi was a little surprised: "I thought it would be rejected."
High-cold bosses usually don't like to have too many entanglements with strangers.
Ji Heng frowned: "I was hungry and someone invited me to dinner. What's the reason for refusing?"
Xia Zhi blinked his eyes, speechless. She started to gobble down the buns, more ferocious than Ji Heng who had been hungry all day.
"I have to hurry, and I will be beaten in half an hour. Xia Zhi pinned the hair that fell out behind his ears, and a bruise on his face was exposed under the face towel.
Ji Heng stopped moving his chopsticks, and instead of exploring the scar, he asked, "Would it be easier for you to find stamps?"
Xia Zhi's eyes flickered, and he felt that he could try to exchange information for friendship, so he said: "Not bad. The stricter the identity setting, the better the luck in finding stamps. It's like walking through this street, I may be directly on the side of the road. Pick up one, and you get nothing."
After eating, she left in a hurry, obviously living in a very difficult time, and all the money she took out at the checkout was 100 cents.
Ji Heng sat for a while longer, analyzed the information provided by the other party, and determined that Xia Zhi had entered some kind of misunderstanding. Luck is not absolute. For example, last night when I was chased by people from the governing bureau, I accidentally found a stamp, and I happened to meet someone who could treat me this morning.
At present, the bigger the crisis, the easier it is for luck to soar in that time period.
Ji Heng thought for a moment and decided to find another player to complete the clue puzzle.
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After being beaten for a few days, I thought I had enough experience to deal with it, but the reality was more cruel than I imagined.
The luck of the summer solstice is extremely bad today.
When she was beaten to death and ran for her life, she gradually realized that she had made a big mistake. She should not have missed the coffin bearer yesterday because she was timid.
Stamps also sometimes provide protection for players. If you are lucky, you can get some small props from the coffin that are only for this dungeon. The last time she got the wound medicine, she quickly recovered.
There should be no hesitation.
Xia Zhi felt extremely regretful, so he ran forward with all his strength, and finally understood the importance of entering the coffin.
Running put an extra burden on her body, and the bleeding never stopped. Her sanity gradually became unclear, and she went to the Family Mediation Office without knowing it.
The player whose identity was set as a family mediator was also shocked to see her like this. After all, he moved with compassion and helped stop the strong man who was chasing after him.
"I will definitely persuade her well. If you kill her, who will do the laundry and cooking for you..." The family mediator said all his good words, and then reluctantly persuaded the strong man away.
Xia Zhi said thank you, wiped the blood from his face, unexpectedly found that Ji Heng was also here, forced a smile: "Meet again."
Ji Heng helped her bandage the wound.
"I might die..." Xia Zhi smiled miserably, she could feel her injuries.
When people are desperate, they actually start to reflect: "I remember when I was just working, there was a girl opposite the door who was often beaten by her husband. At that time, I was talking nonsense with my family, thinking that poor people must have something to hate. If she does not Indiscreet place, why not resist..."
You only know when things fall on you. Sometimes resistance is not so easy. Nightmares can't be easily escaped by words.
Xia Zhi smiled bitterly: "Perhaps the game deliberately punished me for entering this dungeon, using the lessons of blood to teach the last lesson, the karma cycle is unhappy..."
"Is that her?" A pleasant voice came from the door, interrupting her confession.
Ji Heng nodded.
Sur hurriedly walked to Xiazhi's side: "The captain said that you invited him to have a meal. If you have any kindness, you will be rewarded. You can rest assured that I will try my best to save you."
Xia Zhi suspected that he had hallucinations. When he met Su Er yesterday, the other party was even more embarrassed than himself, but now he is well-dressed and his hair has been specially groomed, and his whole person exudes an elite temperament.
Suer took the initiative to explain: "I read a love poem at the door of an eldest sister all night. The eldest sister was moved and bought me new clothes. She was also willing to provide start-up funds to support my career."
Carefully wiped off the blood on Xiazhi's face: "Afterwards, I went to consult the owner of an adult product store in town. She has never married at the age of forty because she was in this business. Willing to let me be a supplier... But the boss seems to be a ghost, and I saw her secretly eating raw meat and incense ashes."
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you are a ghost. It's simpler to have obsessions," Sur promised. "When I earn the first pot of gold, I will spend money to buy out the relationship between you and your husband and let him sign the divorce paper."
Xia Zhi opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, finally turned his head and looked at Ji Heng with a complicated look.
Ji Heng said lightly: "You hold on."
Xia Zhi covered his chest.
Sur didn't hear the deep meaning of the words, and nodded in agreement: "Yes, the hard days are coming to an end,"
"… "
Originally, there were a lot of emotions between life and death, but now it vanishes in a flash, and the summer solstice can be regarded as enlightenment.
Staring at Sur, who was wiping blood and feeding him water with incomparable tenderness, Xia Solstice's lips trembled... Sure enough, a creature like a scumbag, especially a green tea scumbag, lived a very nourishing life, no matter the reality or the dungeon.
You are not angry!
The author has something to say:
Sur: Scum is a kind of emotional expression between people, and I am not a scumbag, so it is not really a scumbag.
Xiazhi: … You are right, you are right!