11/23, Guizhou.
When stepping into the purple vortex, the paid information provided by Mr. Fan echoed in the ears of the five friends.
[11/23, Owl will send you to a crime scene during the Republic of China, most of which are murders, and occasionally there are strange people, strange things, strange stories and other miscellaneous things, but the same is true - clear the fog and find out the truth.]
Inferring the puzzle, these four words are almost equivalent to "reward level" when listening to the ears of the friends. With Wu Sheng around, they just wanted to be pessimistic, and they couldn't stop the flowers from blooming in their hearts. If you look closely, each petal is a paper with "checkmarks" on it, 100 points .
With such a triumphant smile, the vision of the little friends became clear again.
Pure white secret room, futuristic sense of technology, space capsule.
Five friends: "… "
The exact same scene gave the five people the illusion of going back in time in an instant, as if they had returned to the 9/23 mental hell, and the dark grid would pop up in the next second.
"Crack-"
Great, it popped up.
Chi Yingxue's face was darker than the dark grid, obviously this facility did not carry any good memories.
The faces of the other four partners are not much better. Is this the Republic of China? Is this a case? Is this a puzzle? If Fan Yebai didn't come up with a luxury package that "refunds the fake one for ten for seven days without any reason", they would definitely go to the Endless Sea to give bad reviews to everyone!
[Owl: Welcome to the Republic of China!]
As soon as he finished slandering the seller, the reminder in his ear cleared up the grievances for Mr. Fan.
The five were startled, and immediately listened carefully.
[Owl: The rules are very simple. The person with the No. 1 dark space will accept the task, complete the task, and submit the paper; the person with the No. 2-5 dark space will ensure that he survives until the person with the No. 1 dark space will hand in the paper. During the process, if they meet with each other, those with No. 2 to No. 5 can assist the one with No. 1 to submit the papers. Remember, one, each person can only use the stationery once, and it is invalid; two, the death of any one of the five people will be regarded as a failure to submit the paper.]
[Owl: You have three minutes to choose the dark grid, and the countdown begins.]
The five partners looked at each other in dismay. Obviously, this level has been updated in form, and it is likely to be a recent matter, so Mr. Fan did not follow up in time. But the core is still the puzzle of the Republic of China.
According to the level rules, No. 1 dark grid is the absolute main force of this level.
Eight eyes fell on Wu Sheng without any hesitation.
The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, Wu Junshi will not shirk, but there are still things to warn: "The rules say 'if we meet', it means that the five of us will be separated; 'Ensure our own survival', which means that No. 2-5 will encounter danger; So unless conditions permit, don't come to me hard, ensuring your own safety is the first."
Xu Wang nodded for the three partners: "Understood."
To understand is to understand, but the Republic of China is chaotic and the situation is treacherous, how could they let their military advisers go alone!
…
Tianjin, Republic of China, Five Avenues, White Mansion.
"Mr. Bai, I don't dare to say that this money is a reward. You can take it and drink tea. Once you find my brother, Xue Xue will be very grateful!"
The person who said this was a young man with a loyal face, a burly stature, and a gentle Chinese-style long gown, which made him look brave. He clasped his fists and bowed towards Mr. Bai who was sitting on the sofa, his tone was sincere and his words were sonorous.
The owner of the mansion, Mr. Bai, is a modern and handsome young man with meticulously combed hair, gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a Western-style attire. He is incompatible with the visiting client surnamed Xue in terms of painting style, as if the old and the new worlds. .
"Don't worry, Mr. Xue, I'll take over this matter."
Mr. Bai listened to the "case statement" for more than ten minutes, during which he was silent and thoughtful, which made Xue Qingshan very nervous. Now he finally opened his mouth. Without any nonsense, he just said "I took it." To Xue Qingshan, it was like a burst of rain.
"Then there is Mr. Lao!" Xue Qingshan is grateful, as if he did not give the other party money, but the other party gave him money.
Mr. Bai smiled. Although he had not yet started work, it did not prevent him from accepting the gratitude of Party A's advance.
After sending Xue Qingshan away, Mr. Bai returned to the study and looked at the various "investigation handbooks" piled up on various books and desks, and inexplicably envied the "Parties B" of the Republic of China. In this kind of troubled world, as long as you have real skills, you can be hard-hearted. If you have the skills, then no matter how much money someone pays, you won't dare to say "hire" you, you have to say "please".
Mr. Bai, a "young detective" from a well-off family, built this Bai mansion on the most prosperous Five Avenues, specializing in all kinds of difficult and miscellaneous cases. Not for money, just a hobby. Unexpectedly, he made a name for himself. This young master Xue just came here because of his fame, holding enough money for any detective to pursue the murderer, but he just wanted to find one person—his sworn brother, Du Jinnian, disappeared.
But at this moment, Mr. Bai is not really Mr. Bai.
In his body, is the soul of Wu Junshi.
Wu Sheng did a lot of calculations, but he didn't expect that this time it was actually a soul-piercing mode. It was all because the dark compartment was so similar to 9/23 that he took it for granted that it was the same as last time. Although his consciousness was breaking through, he still looked like himself.
This time it is good, he has become someone else, and the four partners must have different appearances and identities. Even if they met head-on on the street, it was estimated that they met and didn’t know each other.
While thinking about it, Wu Sheng raised his arm again.
He entered the No. 1 secret cell, and was the only task performer in this pass.
And now, no, it should be said that when Xue Qingshan arrived, his mission was announced—
: Accept Xue Qingshan's request and find Du Jinnian.
…
In Tianjin, Republic of China, next to the Haihe River, Hangjia Temple.
Before Xu Wang opened his eyes, he first smelled the incense. It was quiet and solemn, which made people feel at ease.
This was his only peaceful moment of the night.
Then, he opened his eyes and saw the world, the monks in the courtyard, the monk clothes he was wearing, and in the reflection of the lotus pond, he saw his red lips and white teeth and bright eyebrows, but he was completely unfamiliar. Teenage face.
His heart was surging, and the shocking waves hit the shore, clap clap clap clap, every slap made him dizzy and extremely dazed.
Until an older monk came over and reprimanded him: "What are you still doing, hurry up."
Xu Wang asked dumbly, "Where to go?"
During the conversation, the courtyard gradually became deserted - the monks who were still in the courtyard just now have already left their doors one after another. They are like a team of practitioners on the street that has just entered the night.
"Cheng family." The monk said as he pushed him out the door. "The old lady of the Cheng family has passed away. I'll take three tomorrow. I have to do something."
Xu Wang was at a loss: "Take three?"
"Three days after his death, the deceased went to Wangxiang Township and Wangxiang Township. At this time, he recited the sutra to let him know that his family had been waiting for him for three days, but the deceased could not be resurrected. This ritual can be regarded as the last time for him and his family. One side. When the time comes when the master will let go of the flames, you can just recite the scriptures with the brothers."
Xu Wang: "..."
What is the flaming mouth? His knowledge system is a blank area in this area!
"Come on—" Seeing that there was no one in the courtyard, the monk shoved him on the back.
Xu Wang staggered to the door, gritted his teeth, and trotted to keep up with the monks in front.
On the bright side, being a monk in the troubled times of the Republic of China, at least there is no danger of his life. If there is a ray of incense in the temple, he will have a mouthful of food. Even if he can't meet with his friends, he can persist until Wu Sheng submits the papers. .
The sky was completely dark, and the air was getting colder on the tip of the moon.
Xu Wang looked up at the moon, looked at it, and the moon became Wu Sheng's face.
He said in his heart, you have to hurry up, this hairless night is too cold.
…
Republic of Tianjin, Cheng family.
It was late at night, and the white candles were still burning in the shed. During the day, the filial sons and worthy grandsons have all finished crying, and now there are only a few servants guarding them. They are all young and middle-aged, neatly dressed but plainly dressed, and their skin is mostly tanned.
Qian Ai is one of them.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the spirit shed in front of me, and then a small wind blew and the candle light swayed, and it was even more exciting than drinking wind oil essence, according to those virgins and girls, horses, cattle and sheep tied up in paper.
To the point of his life, he still felt that he had met the eyes of the two boys and girls, and somehow felt that the two paper figurines were looking at him, and this feeling could not be erased. Turning around in circles, he felt that those two pairs of eyes were following him.
The person next to him with a square face was tired. Seeing that his whole body was uncomfortable, he was dishonest, and he mumbled in doubt: "Why
Before Qian Ai could speak, the other round-faced servant was unhappy and full of desire to survive: "Brother, it's not good to tell this kind of joke at this time..."
Qian Ai just wanted to give the round face a compliment.
Talking about ghosts in the mourning hall, do you think your life is too long!
Fang face was stunned for a moment, then looked at the mourning hall, the white candle, and the paper figurine, and said nothing.
But it was too late, and he also began to feel that Zhi Zha was looking at him, so he followed Qian Ai's old way of shaking his head from side to side and turning in circles.
…
Cheng's back garden, outside the courtyard wall.
"Master? Haven't you thought about changing careers?" A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy handed the eight-claw hook attached to the rope to the middle-aged man next to him.
"What to change?" The middle-aged man threw the eight-claw hook against the wall and pulled it, and the rope was firmly stretched.
"Just... don't be a snitch." The young man and the middle-aged man were all dressed in black, covering their heads and covering their faces so that they couldn't even recognize their own mothers.
"Isn't it a thief? Lao Tzu is going to drink the North Wind?" The middle-aged man jumped up, his body was very light, he followed the rope neatly to the wall, moved to the side, leaned down on the top of the wall to avoid attracting attention, and then rushed down Urging, "Come up."
The boy's persuasion failed, so he had to grab the rope and climb up a little bit.
The middle-aged man waited for a long time, and found that his apprentice had only climbed halfway. He was speechless: "Shut up your stomach, lift your breath, step down a little, and get up with strength... I'm not letting you swing!"
Middle-aged people have always been calm and able to suppress their temper, but tonight is really a headache. His own apprentice didn't know what evil he was in, so let's forget about making noise all the way, and he endured it when he tried to persuade him to change his ways. Now he can't even get over a wall, what's the use of such a broken apprentice!
"You eat everything I teach you?" The middle-aged man couldn't bear it any longer, and he reached down and smashed him.
With the help of the rope and the master's drag, the boy finally climbed up the wall.
The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the two masters and apprentices entered the Cheng family smoothly.
These days, Cheng's family is doing white affairs, there are many people coming and going, and they are all focused on funeral matters, which is suitable for "sneaking into the night with the wind and stealing silently".
In the case of Jin Xin's soul wearing, the soul penetrated to a Snitch apprentice. He has been law-abiding for 23 years, and he is slipping into the abyss of crime little by little.
…
The Republic of China Tianjin, Nanshi (three regardless of the zone).
"Brother, it's your turn." As soon as Chi Yingxue opened his eyes, he saw someone hand him a lottery.
There are six sticks left in the lottery.
He quickly looked around, a simple, sweat-smelling shack, a group of young men with dignified expressions, looking like an illegal stronghold.
"Pick it up." The person holding the lottery urged him.
Chi Yingxue was inexplicable. She raised her hand to smoke when she suddenly realized that something was wrong. Although this hand was also beautiful, it was not her own.
He touched his hair again, pinched his face, took off his clothes and looked at his chest. Sure enough, it was another person's body.
"What?" The lottery tube was about to be slapped on his face, "Hurry up!"
Chi Yingxue covered her head and head, and took out one at random—the bottom of the sign, red.
The air was suddenly quiet.
Everyone in the room seemed to be relieved, but their faces were still heavy.
"Brother, accept your fate." The man put down the lottery and patted his shoulder with a sigh.
Chi Yingxue frowned and asked the first question after waking up: "What fate do you accept?"
The man frowned, his wrinkle was deeper than Chi Yingxue's, and his voice was quiet: "This is the rule to draw black and red lottery tickets. It's fate, do you want to recognize it?"
Chi Yingxue looked at him quietly for a moment, and decided that she still couldn't feel wronged: "I'll tell you if I don't. Tell me first, who am I? Where am I? Why do I have to draw lots
A room of young people: "..."
His face turned pale when he took the lottery. As soon as the lottery fell, he ignored him at all, and went out directly: "Jiu Ye, the red sign is out, Cat Five."
Chi Yingxue: "…"
Is this a signature draw? Action name? Gang name
"Mao Wu, don't hate brothers." The left and right hands, one pair grabbed his arm, and before he could react, someone came up behind him and tied his hands firmly behind his back.
Oh, Cat Five is his name here, really... it doesn't get any worse.
Clothes are also ugly.
Chi Yingxue looked down at herself, then looked up at a room of "monsters and ghosts", the beautiful imagination of the Republic of China in her mind was so disillusioned that nothing was left.
The person holding the fortune-teller returned to the house, followed by a well-dressed man. About forty years old, tall and tall, wearing a robe and jacket, retro and stable, with delicate buttons and patterns on the cuffs. His face is very handsome, and the years have hardly detracted from his beauty, but the years are still in his eyebrows, and there is an uncontrollable chill in his eyes, and his eyes are sharp, with a hint of ruthlessness that is difficult to detect.
As soon as he entered the door, his eyes fell on Chi Yingxue.
"If you have any requirements, just mention it. After you finish mentioning it, you can go on the road with peace of mind. Don't worry about your family. Someone will take care of you."
There is a room of gangsters, who are also the masters of bullying the market on weekdays. Facing this ninth master, he didn't even dare to raise his eyes, and he didn't dare to let out the air.
Chi Yingxue didn't feel anything.
Wu Sheng said that the owl let No. 2-5 survive until it was handed over, which means that he will definitely encounter danger. Now that he comes in, he will be sent to the road, which fits the plot of the level, and there is nothing wrong.
"I mentioned it, can you agree?" he asked suspiciously and without respect.
The face of the whole room was blue, frightened.
Jiu Ye smiled slightly, very kindly: "Except life, everything is fine."
Chi Yingxue nodded and decided to trust him once: "Who am I? Where am I? Why do I have to draw lots? What happens when I get a red lot?"
"..." Jiuye was stunned by the question of Lianzhupao.
"Answer the question, this is my request." Chi Yingxue thoughtfully added.
Jiuye: "..."
A room of hooligans: "… "
The one who took the lottery: "Jiuye, he may have been scared by the red lottery, his brain is not good..."
Jiu Ye raised his hand.
Shut up immediately.
Jiu Ye pondered for a moment, then answered one by one: "Your name is Mao Wu, and you are a member of our Fushouhui. Fushouhui killed the members of the Haigang, and now the Haigang is coming to our door, asking us to die. The old rule is to draw black and red lottery, draw If you get the red visa, you will die for the gang. Are there any other questions?"
Chi Yingxue stared at him for a long time, and finally said sincerely: "You look good in this dress, can you get me a set too?"