A seat speaks loudly.
Ji Heng suddenly felt that the person standing in front of him was not a player, but a writer with a perfect score for the college entrance examination in the future. To be able to openly put the hat of the most shameless middleman in history on the loyal servant of the tomb is completely open-eyed and nonsense.
One minute, two minutes... Five minutes passed, and the familiar beep did not sound.
Looking at the whistleblower who was still looking forward to it, Ji Heng sighed: "The scandal cannot be made public, it is impossible to reply to you immediately."
Sur nodded, not forgetting the last eyedrop to the loyal servant of the tomb: "Party for selfishness, abuse of power, I believe that the game will not tolerate a host who violates the will of fairness."
After witnessing this serious complaint, Ji Heng smiled and said, "Do you remember where you just talked about?"
Su Er said seriously: "The reason why Xiaocui led the summer solstice to kill her."
Under normal circumstances, even a ghost would have no reason to do so.
Ji Heng looked out the window and chuckled: "No one can do a loss-making business, and so does Xiao Cui."
Su Er noticed that Ji Heng was abnormal today, and the smile appeared on his face more rarely, just like now, the faint smile reappeared in his eyes.
He suddenly remembered a detail. Before entering the illusion, when Ji Heng asked Wang Sansi to understand the situation, he asked Wang Sansi to repeat the task content.
Why bother
The premise of the inquiry is based on the possibility of inconsistency of the tasks.
"Have you placed a different instance of the mission?"
Ji Heng: "There have been two times."
Su Er suddenly thought of a possibility, his eyes trembled slightly: "Xiao Cui... Could it be a player?"
Ji Heng directly answered the question as a firm fact: "The game prohibits players from killing each other. Once the Xia Solstice shoots, she will be punished by the game."
Sur grabbed the onion's hand slightly harder: "Then Xu He, is it a ghost, an ordinary NPC, or a player?"
Players who need to get to the free town play different roles. So far, the only thing they haven't dealt with is the newlyweds in the prompt.
Ji Heng stared at the thing in his hand: "Just try it and you'll know."
The onion was thrown into the air and caught firmly, Sur: "It's better to hit the sun if you choose another day."
He was more direct in his actions than in being a person, but he chose to come directly to the door of Xiaocui's room. After knocking on the door several times, a faint voice came from inside: "Please come in."
Sur stood still.
"The door is not locked."
Sul reached out and pushed.
The house was neat and tidy, and Xiao Cui sat on the bed with a pillow behind her waist.
"Is something wrong?" Her voice was slightly hoarse.
Sur straight to the point: "The man who died was laughing with blood and tears. I suspect that he was killed by a supernatural force."
Xiaocui bowed her head and her shoulders trembled, whether she was laughing or fearful: "Supernatural power, are you talking about ghosts?"
"There have been rumors of ghost killings in town for a long time. I'm very worried about you."
I thought that the other party was going to find fault, but the conversation was caught off guard.
Xiao Cui raised her head, this time her doubts were not fake: "Worry about... me?"
Sur nodded heavily: "Women have a lot of yin and are easily entangled in dirty things. Fortunately, I know how to restrain ghosts."
After saying that, he took a sudden step and started tearing the onion directly in front of her.
Xiao Cui was originally leaning on the bed, with the wall behind her and Sur in front of her. In a sense, it was a space that was not easy to escape. At first, she thought that the other party was going to take the opportunity to kill her, and she felt a little joy in her heart, but it didn't take long before she realized that Sur was simply peeling the onion layer by layer.
In a short while, Xiaocui's eyes were filled with tears, and of course the perpetrator was not much better.
"leave me alone!"
"Heaven and earth, the evil spirits quickly retreat and disperse!" The artificially crushed onions were thrown into the air and scattered everywhere.
Taking advantage of the moment Xiaocui lost her mind, Sur wiped away her tears.
As soon as the fingers covered with onion juice touched his eyes, the tears flowed even more. Sur quickly took out the bottle to pick it up, and the movements were done in one go.
The cold touch was close to the corner of her eyes, and Xiao Cui turned her face away and pushed him away: "What exactly do you want to do?"
Sur calmly said, "I just like the way you cry for me."
After all, turn around and run away.
"… "
"Sorry." Ji Heng was left to deal with the aftermath: "He has some problems with his nerves, and he has to break out every once in a while."
Xiao Cui's eyes are still hurting from stings, and she accuses: "Then why didn't you stop it just now?"
"The doctor said that forcing a stop would easily lead to violent tendencies." Ji Heng apologized again and carefully packed the onions around him: "Good night, I wish you a good dream."
Close the door thoughtfully when you leave.
"… "
Inside the house, Xiao Cui's eyeballs were completely red, whether it was because of tears or because she was angry.
·
The cool breeze is gentle.
Sur sat in the yard, staring at the bottle in his hand: "Then see if the tears in here will evaporate."
Ji Heng sat down beside him: "Aren't you afraid of scaring snakes?"
Sur: "No matter how small Cui wants to break his head, it is impossible to know the true purpose of the bottle."
A prop is usually defined as a weapon used to attack.
"If she is really a player, she might be angry and happy, thinking that I am going to kill people with tears and bottles."
After the bottle is sealed, the evaporation rate is greatly slowed down. Even so, if you look again after a few minutes, you can tell by the naked eye that the liquid inside is half less.
"It's not a ghost." Sur was fooled for a rare time, and had a fresh sense of experience: "The superb paper-cutting skills have really deceived me a few times."
Paper-cut under the moon, the horror picture is well shaped.
Ji Heng: "Eat a cut and grow a wiser."
Sur sighed with emotion: "Sure enough, people should learn a few more specialties."
Although the college entrance examination has cancelled some policies for special students, it is very useful in the game.
Seeing him like that, he knew that he had taught himself some strange truths. Ji Heng gave up his studies and just reminded him, "Don't easily repeat Xu He's old tricks."
Su Er knew that Xu He was much deeper than Xiao Cui when it came to the city.
"I'll be cautious."
Ji Heng expressed his admiration, even though he was deviant in his actions, he was a rare smart person who could at least listen to his advice.
Just now, Xiao Cui talked a lot of nonsense. One of them was Su Er's true thoughts. The staff member of the Governing Bureau probably died in the hands of ghosts. According to Xu He's words when he knelt down and worshiped the censer, he deliberately led people to steal the censer, and the censer would laugh at these thieves who made their own ideas as sacrifices.
"The corpse was deliberately moved to the kitchen later, which was more artificial, so as to put pressure on Xiazhi." Sur frowned: "It's just a little strange, if they are also players, why do they kill everyone else?"
The dungeon will not directly go to the quest of cannibalism. It can be seen from the previous dungeon, otherwise, it is possible to choose a love killer among the players, but it chooses Qu Qingming who died in the previous round of the game.
Ji Heng tapped lightly on the table: "Digression."
Sur looked at him.
Ji Heng: "It's not necessary to ponder the players' minds, the stamp ghost is the key."
Finding out the cause of death of the stamp ghost is equivalent to solving half the truth of the illusion.
Sur pondered for a few seconds and said, "I have an idea."
Recently, the frequency of this sentence has been a little high, so high that Ji Hengkuai has become accustomed to it.
Sur: "The previous beep was just a short sentence, and there are no restrictions at all in the transaction."
After speaking, he cleared his throat and slowly opened his mouth to the boundless night: "It was Xu He who killed the Stamp Ghost..." After a deliberate pause, he said, "It's Xiao Cui... It's Xu He and Xiao Cui... The Stamp Ghost committed suicide. of… "
Every time you say an option, pause for a few seconds.
Ji Heng rubbed his brows, this person succeeded in becoming blind on the bright side.
A cold mechanical sound finally appeared after Sur babbled for a minute:
[The quest "Deal of Stamp Ghosts" has been updated, and each player has only three chances to answer. ]
Sur was not disappointed in the slightest, but said calmly: "Fortunately, I ruled out four wrong options in advance."
"Not lucky..."
Sur: "Huh?"
Ji Heng: "There are not many players who enter the fantasy realm. Otherwise, you can sell the wrong options. While others will avoid detours, you can also earn some benefits."
"… "
"It's been noisy for half the night," Ji Heng stood up and looked at the sky: "Go back and rest."
No matter how high the force value is, it does not rule out the possibility of sudden death in the dungeon due to overwork.
There was a beautiful figure outside the door, standing in the moonlight, holding the pillow and looking around. When he saw Su Er and Ji Heng, he smiled awkwardly: "Can you let me make a floor?"
Just an hour ago, Xia Zhi left the kitchen with a resolute anger that was completely different from now.
Asking others, Xia Zhi could only tell the truth: "Actually, I originally wanted to kill Xiao Cui, and that silhouette must have something to do with her."
Sur raised his eyebrows: "Why did you change your mind?"
"When I went to look for her, I saw her eyes were red." Xia Zhi: "Wang Sansi said earlier that Xu He's domestic violence against Xiao Cui, I still have some doubts, but now it seems to be true."
"It's funny. I used to be the most disliked of this temperament that would cry when I was wronged, but now I feel a sense of pity for each other."
Due to the role setting, she had to play the wife who was abused by domestic violence and was beaten for several days. At that moment, when she saw Xiao Cui with red eyes, she suddenly couldn't do it.
After listening to Xia Solstice's psychological journey, Su Er's expression was complicated: "It seems that you also have the potential to be a screenwriter."
The brain-boosting ability is extremely strong, and the culprit that caused Xiaocui to cry and red eyes is obviously an onion.
Xia Zhi was puzzled.
Sur took the initiative to push the door open.
Xia Zhi tentatively took a step forward, determined to acquiesce to laying the floor, and heaved a sigh of relief.
The incense burner can only eat people, and it is too evil. For the sake of safety, Su Er originally planned to come to Ji Heng to lay a floor.
Ji Heng asked Su Er to go to bed, Xia Solstice to sleep on the small sofa, and he made the floor.
Xia Zhi was still thinking about paper-cutting, and couldn’t sleep at night. When he turned over, he suddenly found that Suer was also not asleep, sitting on the head of the bed and talking to himself in the dark air.
Dingding watched for two seconds, Xia Zhi was so frightened that he sat up suddenly, and the little bit of sleepiness that had finally been born disappeared in an instant.
Going down to Ji Heng's side, he asked in a low voice, "What is he doing?"
In the big night, it seemed as if he was stunned by a demon. Could it be that he was possessed by a ghost!
Ji Heng was not surprised, and said in a low voice, "Make a small report."
"what?"
Feeling that he didn't have the desire to explain, Xia Zhi Zhi Xiang retreated back to the small sofa.
On the other side, Sur said in a low, inaudible voice: "The transactions of stamp ghosts can be updated in time, which shows that the will of the game is everywhere, and I hope to report the results of the report in time."
·
Corpses are everywhere.
Among the mutilated corpses, there are players and aborigines in the game. Among them was a woman, with a beautiful face, who died with a sword pierced through her heart by her companion.
The man bent down, dipped a little of her blood, and rubbed against the little clay figurine's forehead.
The so-called cinnabar between the eyebrows is the most beautiful when painted with blood.
The little clay figurine didn't care about the smell of blood, and was quite happy, and wanted to draw another six-petal lotus.
It's a pity that the gentleman rose ignored it, looking at the green hills in the distance, the flowers around his ears were even more colorful.
"The dungeon of the annihilation is always so beautiful, not to mention the double happiness this time."
With that stamp in his hand, Sur must have already entered the copy of the loyal servant of the tomb at this time.
Among the hosts, the loyal servant of the tomb guard is notoriously fond of doing business, and he likes to play with the players as a dog. No matter whether Sur died or the loyal servant of the tomb guard was trapped, he would not lose.
Just thinking about it, I received a game announcement:
[The loyal servant of the tomb has been suspended from duty immediately for abusing his power to destroy the impartiality of the copy. ]
The corner of the rose gentleman's mouth curved, and the gentle laughter echoed in the valley.
However, I was only happy for three seconds, and the next private message followed:
[Please go to the free town copy immediately and take over the unfinished work of the suspended host. ]
The author has something to say:
Gentleman Rose: Why me, why me again
Game: Don't ask, asking is looking back rounded five hundred times.