"...What do you mean?" Xie Yuanyuan's expression froze on his face, "Are we pretending to be the deceased himself?"
"Don't panic," He Qin said, "There will be instructions later."
A few people took a closer look and saw a line of small words below.
If the game is not successfully cracked within the time limit, the player's identity will be fixed and cannot be changed.
"...that is to say," Du Zijun said, "if we don't find out how the ghost died tonight, our identity will be fixed as the deceased."
Wen Zheliu said: "It's like being eliminated immediately."
"Yes," He Qin breathed out, "it's still the same model as Haihe."
Xie Yuanyuan comforted himself: "Well, that's okay... I've experienced it once anyway."
Among the four people, Xie Yuanyuan is not afraid of ghosts, but when it comes to problems such as decryption and reasoning, he is blinded.
"Don't be afraid," Wen Zheliu said, "It's just... if you are playing the role of the deceased, will your physique still work?"
Xie Yuanyuan picked at the back of his hand and remained at a loss: "I don't know, I'll see when the time comes."
"Let's go through the register we saw this morning again," Wen Zheliu stretched out ten fingers. "Although the identities of the residents are varied, they all come from the same place."
"And they were all injured in the war and came to the monastery to seek medicine and refuge," He Qin added, "and they were all adult men."
"There are nine people in total," Xie Yuanyuan said. "Eight of them moved in within one day. It's strange. There is a town under the monastery. Why do these people have to come up the mountain? Is there something important here? ?"
Wen Zheliu said: "Let's consider it a doubtful point. Write it down first and look for clues later."
The time was coming, and the four people walked outside. He Qin warned: "Three hours, from one to four, there are only three hours, pay attention to the time."
"Um."
"Know."
"Also," He Qin said, "if you encounter suspicious people, it's best not to have a head-on conflict with them."
Wen Zheliu asked: "What's wrong? The enemy this time is very capable?"
"Both Jormungandr and Fenrir are easy to talk about," Heqin replied. "There is only one Hela, but with the stealth attribute bonus of the God of Lies and Mischief, every blow of the Death Goddess may bring instant death. Even if it’s just a stunt that’s triggered by probability, it’s not a joke to get hit.”
"Let's go," he said. "Protect yourself. The mission is likely to scatter everyone."
As soon as the four of them stepped out of the corridor, Wen Zheliu's eyes suddenly blurred. A slight dizziness and tremor spread from the soles of his feet to his forehead, making him immediately alert.
coming.
In an instant, the boundless deep night in front of him faded away like a tide, and the dusk, the sunset's rays, and the rising sun all moved backwards over his head. Wen Zheliu seemed to be in a high-speed camera. When everything calmed down, He stood in a strange room, and the early morning birds chirped in from the window.
The scene reappears and has now begun.
I don’t know what season it is now when the scene reappears. The green mountains in the distance are continuous and majestic, the morning mist is filled, and the air is ice-cold without any temperature. It stings my nose and itches. I sniffed the willow tree vigorously, and there seemed to be something in it. Mixed with a thin smell of rust.
Things in the room were very messy. He turned around and saw two wine bottles with only the bottoms left on the table. One of them was tilted on the open page. Wen Zheliu wanted to pick it up. The wine that flowed out stuck the paper and the bottle together, making it impossible to pull them off.
This is a Bible that is opened at will.
Wen Zheliu frowned and looked to the side. He saw an old lighter, a wrinkled cigarette box, and a jacket that smelled of alcohol hanging on the back of the chair... Is this really in a monastery
He lifted his coat and gestured according to his height. The length of the coat reached to the top of his thighs, the length of the sleeves and the bloated fabric all showed that its owner was a man with a height of about 1.8 meters and a plump build.
There were a few shoe prints remaining on the plain linen mattress. Wen Zheliu put down his coat and felt the quilt again to confirm that it belonged to the monastery.
Was the deceased really a believer during his lifetime
"It's as trashed as a pig's nest..." He walked around in a circle. Like their room, there was also a statue of the Weeping Virgin hanging on the wall. Wen Zheliu took a closer look and found that the picture was generally complete, except for There were several irregularly shaped indentations on the Virgin's chest. Wen Zheliu looked down and found several sharp-edged stones on the ground.
The corners of his mouth twitched and he used the statue of the Virgin as a target...
While looking down, Wen Zheliu suddenly saw a slender black spot in the corner of the canvas. It didn't look like a stain, but more like the result of an inadvertent stroke by the artist. He touched it with his fingers and found it was flat. Yes, it seems to be nothing.
Other than that, there was nothing else in the whole room. Wen Zheliu was about to walk out the door when he suddenly stopped.
He saw an ax standing in the corner to the left of the wooden door.
interesting. Wen Zheliu stretched out his hand and picked it up to take a closer look. The ax was still very heavy, and the wooden handle was dark brown stained by hand sweat and other things all year round. The surface and blade of the ax were visible, shining coldly in the early morning sun. Mang, now that he is closer, he can smell the cold fishy smell even more.
Wen Zheliu can guarantee that this is definitely not a tool used to cut firewood and do farm work.
Is it possible that the deceased died with this murder weapon
After thinking about it, he put it back where it belonged, turned around and opened the door.
There was no one outside the room, but for some reason, the strange fishy smell was stronger. If Wen Zheliu hadn't just come out of the turbid room, he probably wouldn't be able to smell the difference.
With the cane hanging on his waist, Wen Zheliu took out the book "Postpartum Care of Sows for Theological Research" from his backpack and held it in his hand as a different kind of show-off.
"Even if you are not in this business, you still have to pretend to be the same." He thought in his heart, "I don't know where there are other clues. Do I need someone to open the house one by one and look at it? "
The moon ring was dormant silently in his hand. Although the communication channel showed that it was open, calling He Qin had no results. I don't know where the rest of the people went... It seemed that this should be a single-player dungeon.
There were two mirrors on the left and right in the corridor. Wen Zheliu stopped for a moment because he remembered that there are no mirrors here in the monastery in the normal world.
An outlier
He stood to one side, observing the scene reflected in the mirror diagonally, trying his best not to include his body in it. Opposite the mirror is a building with a spire and arches, and a few simple stained windows inlaid on the wall. It is usually a place where monks practice every day, similar to a connected meditation room.
The surroundings were as quiet as the bottom of the deep sea. Wen Zheliu could only hear his own breathing. He carefully turned his body sideways to avoid his own image remaining in the mirror and triggering a classic scene in a horror movie.
… Nothing at all.
Wen Zheliu patiently shot over the heavy bronze mirror one by one, but found nothing... Wait.
Wen Zheliu squinted his eyes, and on the small projection of the stained glass window in the mirror, he saw a thin black shadow, as if it was a too small stain, or...
He kept changing the angle, and the stains were imprinted on the opposite window like a shadow. After confirming that the mirror was not dirty, Wen Zheliu turned his head, but did not see this easily missed mark on the colorful glass surface at all.
He stared at it for a long time and suddenly thought of something. He knew that he could never trace the origin of this stain now. Wen Zheliu had no choice but to cross the road in front of the mirror and walk farther away.
… No matter where you go, it’s best not to get close to reflective objects.
After passing a corner, he was holding the book and seemed to hear something, humming, like an animal.
Thinking of the widow in the town telling them that piglets and sheep were raised in the monastery, Wen Zheliu looked at the gilded cover in his hand and couldn't help but take steps towards the direction of the sound.
The system couldn't really give him this book just to make fun of him, right
The birds chirping beside my ears have long since disappeared, and in the completely silent environment, those few pig grunts are particularly obvious. Following the sound of Zheliu, the cold smell of rust at the end of his nose was gradually replaced by the richer, hotter smell of animal body. Seeing that the pig pen was in front of him, he was startled and quickly put his hand on his waist. On the side of the cane.
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—There was actually a person standing in front of the pig pen!
This is the inner world, and it is also the illusion where the main mission is used to test the players. How can people appear? Unless this person is inextricably linked to tonight's incident, or he is the murderer.
Wen Zheliu straightened his body and slowly made a defensive posture.
The man was also tall, but he looked thin. He was wearing a monk's black robe, his spine was straight, and the part of his neck that connected to his head was slightly curved. His back showed a respectful and humble posture, but when he heard that Zheliu Not daring to neglect, he looked at the figure in front of him and considered his response strategy.
The monk seemed to feel something. He turned around calmly and said, "Excuse me - oh, are you here to take care of them too?"
Wen Zheliu was stunned again, with a look of surprise on his face.
The man in front of me had ebony curly hair, eyes as blue as the sea, and as clear as cornflowers in full bloom, and the smile on his lips was extremely gentle and approachable. His appearance may not be particularly handsome, but the moment he lowers his eyes and looks up at you, it feels like all the dark clouds in the world have dispersed, revealing a blue heaven behind him.
He thought he knew who this person was.
"Yes..." Wen Zheliu replied, "I think so. Anyway, I have nowhere to go with it."
He removed his hand from the weapon, raised the book "Postpartum Care of Sows for Theological Studies" in his hand, and smiled at the man in front of him.