The barrel of the gun roared, and Du Zijun's insults were drowned in the smoke of the magic bullet.
"Didn't you say that you should avoid all reflective things?" The bullets were like raindrops falling into a lake, leaving countless undamaged ripples on the wall. When Du Zijun saw this, he quickly ran away, "Your mother, how come you can't even Can’t even avoid the picture frame?!”
The ineffective attack method suddenly reminded him of Long Ji and Jenny's speech - "The people who come after you cannot change the established results." He was just a bystander who came back here to investigate the cause of death. Naturally, he could not comment on what happened in the fantasy copy. If anything affects him, and he wakes up to this truth, his only option is to escape.
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But what the hell is going on with the frame? Du Zijun ran wildly around the corridor for half a circle, then leaned against the wall with lingering fear, still holding the ax firmly in his hand unconsciously.
Even if this damn thing can come out from a reflective place, why can even a framed painting be used as a teleportation point
Du Zijun was puzzled, and while he was thinking about it in confusion, there was a soft clicking sound from the front.
He looked up and saw that the corridor was brightly lit with candles. Under the copper oil lamp on the wall, leaning against a pair of medieval knight's armor, the armor was smooth and emitted a dark light.
"..." Du Zijun secretly thought, a dark shadow had flashed across the breastplate. The next second, a ghostly white face suddenly appeared behind the opening and closing of the helmet, with pure black eyeballs. Zhang Da looked directly into Du Zijun's eyes!
Du Zijun's heart skipped a beat for a moment, and at the same time as he quickly retreated, the bullets from Scarborough Market also extinguished the faint flickering light of the oil lamp.
"Damn, I got it!" he thought through gritted teeth as he ran, "There is sunlight during the day, and as long as it is a reflective place, this damn thing can go wherever it wants. But at night, its actions will be affected. restrictions, so I added the feature of being able to move within the frame... "
When he ran to the spacious atrium, Du Zijun paused and frowned involuntarily.
"If that's the case, if you want to solve the mystery, you have to think according to the way the deceased thought when he was alive..." He just hesitated for a moment, then turned around and instantly passed by the chasing ghost nun. Ran back again!
"... We are players, and we can consider issues from God's perspective. Those idiots at that time were not necessarily the same, so..." He speeded up and rushed into the church filled with portraits of the Holy Trinity. "In this case, he You will definitely choose to use your religious beliefs to protect yourself!”
As soon as he stepped on the floor of the lobby, his vision went dark, and then he leaned back and fell onto the chair.
"... Damn it!" Du Zijun yelled, "It's just a little bit close!"
"How's it going? How's it going?!" Three people gathered around, and Xie Yuanyuan asked eagerly, "Have you got the answer?"
Du Zijun's chest was still rising and falling. He glanced at Xie Yuanyuan, who immediately shrank back.
I always feel that my sister's eyes are irritable and a bit...pity
"The conclusions you deduced in the early stage are all correct." Du Zijun spoke quickly, "These nine people are indeed not loyal guests, nor are they good friends. When I entered, an NPC was already dead in the room. He A 98k piercing bullet was hung around his neck, it was a live bullet and there was gunpowder in it."
"Although it is easy for civilians to obtain this thing after the war, this is also a point of doubt. Is there anything else?" He Qin asked.
Du Zijun said: "Also, the ghost nun can not only move freely on reflective objects, but can also be teleported through the picture frame. I personally saw its transfer process on the Madonna statue. So I speculate that this should be its movement at night. A means of getting rid of the restrictions on movement.”
Wen Zheliu's expression changed and he said, "Wait a minute, the Madonna statue, the frame...?"
For no reason, he suddenly remembered the statue of the Virgin in his room. He saw a small black spot in the corner of the canvas. He thought it was a stain accidentally added by the painter, but now it seemed that it was clearly a stain on the painting. His ghost is still far away.
Every time a player enters, the distance between the evil ghost and them gets closer. When it comes to Du Zijun, he can already accurately say the three words "ghost nun", which proves that the shape and appearance of the evil ghost have been quite perfected. If it's Xie Yuanyuan's turn...
"So, I thought about it." Du Zijun coughed, looking a little guilty, "We are players, and we consider the problem from a more comprehensive perspective, so we can naturally figure out the joints inside. But to solve the mystery, we still have to follow the deceased's Thinking model to…”
Wen Zheliu said: "When attacked by a ghost, what do normal people think in this era, seeking the blessing of the gods they believe in? You...you went to the church?"
After a second thought, he was surprised and said: "Wait a minute, but the church is full of portraits! Then isn't Xie Yuanyuan..."
Xie Yuanyuan: "..."
Du Zijun: "To trace the cause of death, of course we must first locate the place of death, and then go to the place of death to confirm. But I didn't expect that there was not enough time, so..."
Xie Yuanyuan: "So..."
He Qin: "So."
Wen Zheliu: "...so."
"So you may face a kill at the beginning, kid." Du Zijun said with a smile on his lips, "... It's very possible."
Xie Yuanyuan opened his eyes wide, and just as he showed a horrified expression, the seat suddenly became empty.
Tip: Start teleporting the fourth player.
"Wow!" As soon as he landed, Xie Yuanyuan staggered, almost tripping over his left leg and falling to the ground with his right leg.
The church is burning with brilliant candlelight, the bronze chandelier is covered with branches and leaves, and there are two rows of white candles next to it. At first glance, it really looks a bit resplendent and sacred. Xie Yuanyuan looked around urgently, holding an ax in his hand.
"Why am I still holding one..." He picked it up and looked at it, knowing that it was the weapon that came with the copy. Concerned that the axe's surface could also reflect light, he originally wanted to put it down, but he was worried that he would miss some key plot points, so he had to carry it like this, "Oh, okay, let's kill at the beginning... This didn't go anywhere. ? But it’s true that there are a lot of portraits here.”
He turned around and looked around in the brightly lit church. The statues of the Virgin Mary hanging on the wall all showed an oblique angle. They all had compassionate expressions on their faces and tears in their eyes. For no reason, he felt like he was overlooking the world. A sense of high status.
"So many paintings..." Xie Yuanyuan muttered, "Then ghost... where did the ghost nuns come from?"
He looked at them one by one. After holding the ax for a long time, he felt that his shoulders were becoming heavier and a little sore.
"If it suddenly runs out from behind me, then I can't stop it. Resistance and attacks here should be ineffective, right?" Xie Yuanyuan turned around and talked to himself in the empty lobby, "But , whether it can detect me is still a question...Eh?"
He was stunned for a moment.
He didn't know if it was the change in light caused by the movement, but he always felt that the Madonna... had changed in the portrait.
It was not a particularly obvious change. From Xie Yuanyuan's perspective, he could only see that the eyes of the Madonnas in the painting seemed to have turned at a subtle angle.
He blinked his eyes hard to make sure he saw it correctly - seeing emeralds and peacock pupils would not be wrong, let alone causing visual errors. A dozen virgins with different postures all moved their eyes mysteriously, Focus all your attention on him!
Xie Yuanyuan was horrified. For him, this was a feeling a hundred times worse than seeing a ghost. He was really watched and discovered by a ghost.
Xie Yuanyuan's body froze in place, his shoulders were trembling slightly, and the heavy object in his hand seemed to be falling harder, and even the roots of his fingers were itching. At this moment, the Virgin's sad and gentle smile completely changed. Xie Yuanyuan could only see the strange and cold curve of the corners of their mouths, and the direction their eyes were pointing...
Wait, where are the eyes pointed
Xie Yuanyuan suddenly felt a little strange. He couldn't describe this feeling, as if they were looking at him, but not him, but the thing in his hand...
There was a sudden chill on his back.
He really encountered the opening kill, and it was the opening kill that existed from the beginning.
Xie Yuanyuan wanted to let go of the ax in his hand, but his fingers couldn't move. He finally realized belatedly that his fingertips were not itching from being pulled down by a heavy object, but that they were itching from the cold, because he had been exposed to the extreme cold—the cold of death.
His spine was as rigid as stone. Xie Yuanyuan lowered his head slowly, and could almost hear the creaking sound of bones rubbing against each other. His whole body felt as if he had been dipped in ice water. In his hand, the female ghost's pale face twisted out of the axe. Her neck was as long as a dead white snake. She had bottomless eyes open. She didn't know how long she had been looking at him like this. She saw Xie Yuanyuan lowered his head. , Fang grinned his blood-red lips, and his black veil was draped on the ground, shaking the floor and wiping out a blur of blood.
Xie Yuan's skin exploded, and his energy level dropped by 80%. He felt as if he had died all over again. In an instant, he forgot what he called himself, and was so frightened that he screamed loudly: "Ahhhhhh!!!"
While howling miserably, he grabbed his right hand with his left hand, and was about to roll the ax on the table, hoping to break the female ghost's neck with one blow, but the ghost nun's fingers were as sharp as hooks, and she immediately grabbed his shoulders. , hooking him forward. The blood filled his nostrils and he refused to hold back. He was also pulled forward and fell forward. Hundreds of candles in the hall burned endlessly, reflecting the cold surface of the steel into a dazzling white, as if a reflective mirror was magnified in front of his eyes -
At this moment, Xie Yuanyuan was filled with extreme fear. He shouted regardless: "I know! I know the cause of his death!! Let me out quickly, I know!!"
The familiar feeling of dizziness was like a divine weapon from heaven, saving Xie Yuanyuan's life at the last moment. His body still kept falling forward. Du Zijun, with quick eyes and quick hands, quickly swung a chair over and caught Xie Yuanyuan. Falling body.
Xie Yuanyuan was still in shock, his pupils were still slightly dilated, and he lay on the chair in a panic, panting. Du Zijun looked at him carefully and thought about his words: "Then what... are you okay?"
Wen Zheliu looked at him worriedly, quickly opened a tube of spiritual supplements and fed him a drink: "How are you? Are there any other injuries?"
Xie Yuanyuan drank the medicine and stared blankly at the ground for a while. He sniffed and whispered: "I... I'm fine."
"Hey," He Qin said, "Is it really okay, or are you pretending that it's okay, are you scared?"
"No, it's not a big deal!" Xie Yuanyuan gritted his teeth, "It can't scare me, it, it..."
It seemed that he was so frightened that he almost cried. Du Zijun observed silently for a while and then interjected: "Yes, I can't scare you. I can't scare you. So do you have an answer?"
Wen Zheliu also changed the topic: "Yes, is there an answer?"
Player No. 4 is asked to report tonight’s answer.
Sure enough, Xie Yuanyuan's attention was quickly diverted. He thought for a while and reluctantly said: "... He was... no, it should be said that he broke his own neck with an axe."
There was a suffocating silence, and the system finally spoke again.
Congratulations, the answer is correct! You are the best detective tonight!
"..." Xie Yuanyuan said bitterly: "Get out of here, who do you think wants to be the best detective!"
Seeing that he was still angry and frightened, He Qin then diverted his attention: "Smart, smart, how did you come up with this?"
Seeing that his companion was still waiting for his answer, Xie Yuanyuan temporarily put aside the unpleasantness of being frightened and said: "When I arrived at the church, I didn't find anything at first, but then, I saw the Virgin in the church. The portrait is looking at me.”
"Looking at you?" Du Zijun was a little surprised, "It didn't just turn into... Okay, okay, keep talking, keep talking."
Xie Yuanyuan retracted his glaring eyes and continued: "I still have the ax in my hand. I was originally afraid that it would reflect light and wanted to throw it away first, but I was afraid that without the system props, I would miss some key plot. Take it. When the portraits looked at me, I felt something was wrong. They seemed to be looking at me, but they seemed not to be looking at me... "
"What they are looking at must be the ax in your hand." Wen Zheliu muttered, "Well, has it turned into..."
He Qin: "Maybe it came out of the reflective surface..."
Xie Yuanyuan was silent for a moment in embarrassment, and then said self-deprecatingly: "Anyway, just think about it! That's what you think! I wanted to break its neck with an axe, but it ended up like this... Two hands grabbed my shoulders like this , pulled me down, and I fell. When I was about to fall, I saw... um... "
"What did you see?" As soon as he paused, Du Zijun finally had the chance to ask.
Xie Yuanyuan hesitated: "...I seem to see the light of the mirror."
"Mirror, I understand." Wen Zheliu nodded.
He Qin: "That's it."
"I thought, it first attracted me... and led the deceased to attack it. But since it can enter and exit mirrors and places that can reflect light, can it also use the characteristics of mirrors to retaliate? So the deceased is not actually attacked by the ghost nun. He broke his own neck." Xie Yuanyuan said, "When I thought of this, I came out."
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