Wen Zheliu was the last one to stand in the dungeon of the other world. The monsters in front of him were not surprised by the sudden change of players. In their eyes, all the players were wearing the same shell.
The texture was exposed, the eyelids were sewn shut, the scarlet long tongue was dripping, there was no nose, no ears, and the rotten internal organs overflowed from the tattered belly... Wen Zheliu looked at them and suppressed the physical discomfort: "There are some things... you really have to confirm it yourself. Hello, Judas from the other world."
As he spoke, he leaned closer to the table covered in flesh, flesh and bones. The blood in the plate was like a piece of condensed red amber, and like an eyeball extracted from hell. The surface was smooth and shiny, reflecting Wen Zheliu's body at this moment. Looking down, it's the image on the plate.
—Exposed texture, sewn eyelids, long scarlet tongue, no nose, no ears.
"He" and they were the same scary and ugly monsters from the beginning.
"The cause of death of the deceased was a fractured skull." Wen Zheliu stared at himself in the blood plate, and he spoke. The monster's torn mouth reflected in the plate also opened and closed. After he finished speaking, The strangely shaped container in front of him suddenly made a harsh smashing sound, as if it was suddenly hit by a huge external force. The fragments and sticky blood collapsed everywhere on the table.
"He was frightened and frightened. He saw his own appearance on the hallucinated wine tray and went crazy from then on." Wen Zheliu remained unmoved. Countless shining fragments reflected his sewn eyelids at the moment. Then he looked at "himself" in countless fragments, "He smashed this mirror with his face, and also killed himself on this table - he also committed suicide."
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Wen Zheliu patted his sleeves, and when he raised his head again, he was already standing in the room in the normal world, showing a cheerful smile to the three people in front of him.
"Passed the customs! I spent the evening safely!"
"What the hell?!" Xie Yuanyuan had just finished cleaning his vagina and immediately stood up in shock, "How did you do this?!"
Du Zijun: "...I just said that you two already knew what was going on inside..."
"Don't be anxious, friends." Wen Zheliu pressed his hands and made a comforting gesture, "Sometimes, the truth only needs a chance to be verified... Oh, please listen to me slowly!"
Du Zijun pretended to beat the person, but He Qin bent his eyes and took the person into his arms to protect him.
"Okay, okay, let me start from the beginning." Wen Zheliu raised his hand, "The key to tonight's mission is to find the 'mirror'."
Xie Yuanyuan repeated inexplicably: "Mirror."
"Yes, mirror." Wen Zheliu sat on He Qin and drew a circle in the air, "Of course, the mirror is just a metaphor. It represents whether you can find him while playing the role of the deceased. of self.”
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Du Zijun frowned: "Self... Indeed, the relationship with the monsters is an important clue to uncovering the identity of the deceased, but the key is, what is the true identity of these monsters?"
"Judas." Wen Zheliu said.
"… What?"
"Judas." He Qin said lightly, "One of the twelve disciples who betrayed the Messiah for thirty silver coins and died of regret in the end. The Last Supper was written for him."
"At the beginning, I had no clue about the origin of these monsters." Wen Zheliu said, "But as soon as you mentioned hanging and having internal organs flowing out, I immediately thought of this person."
"Judas betrayed Jesus. Later, he felt remorse for his repayment of kindness. After witnessing Jesus being nailed to the cross, he also hanged himself. After his death, his body rotted, his belly burst, his internal organs leaked, and he was stained. The land beneath him turned red, and the name of that land was called Blood Field."
"...I, I seem to understand." Xie Yuanyuan murmured.
"Everyone tonight is a Judas who repaid kindness with revenge and betrayed Jesus," Wen Zheliu said. "Even the deceased himself is no exception, so the world in his eyes is full of rotten flesh and blood. His companions have become hanging monsters, And he went on a killing spree in fear, saw his own face in fear, and finally chose death—this was the final cause of his death."
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The illusion once again flooded over like a tidal wave, covering everyone in a hazy darkness.
The night breeze was slightly cool, bringing with it bursts of mixed and rich fishy smell. The four people stood there and finally heard the voices of normal people speaking.
"... Dispose of all the bodies. Behind this is the cemetery. They should lie there."
A rustling sound sounded. Wen Zheliu couldn't see anyone else and could only hear their conversation.
There were the sounds of heavy footsteps and breathing, and several people seemed to have followed the instructions just now, carrying the body and leaving.
"This is wrong, this is really wrong," the other man said urgently, "I told you damn long ago, leave those damn priests and nuns alone..."
"What's the use of saying this now? They hid those survivors. If any one escapes, we will be in danger. This is for everyone's good!"
"That's what you said!" The argument became more intense, and the man from before yelled in a rough voice, "One man has gone crazy. He regarded all his brothers as monsters and said that we eat people and drink blood! He was beaten to death. Eight people ended up turning themselves into a ball of mud, look at his face!"
"This is just a traumatic stress reaction from war," another calmer male voice interjected, seemingly a little educated, "I admit, we killed a lot of people tonight, so this stimulated his spirit. The old injury caused him to hallucinate..."
"You'd better put away your bullshit theories!" The man with a rough voice spat into the ground, "I knew this would be a disaster. I'm going to take my people to live in the town. Although it was burned down It's better than this damn place!"
"It's up to you, friend, it's up to you, even if you take everyone away, it'll be fine. There are still a lot of supplies here waiting for us to take over, pigs, sheep, wine in the cellar, and I also saw a lot of antiques , isn’t this money? We will be stationed here for a long time, think about it!”
After listening to his analysis, there were only a few ups and downs of breathing in the field. It was quiet for a while, and then another person came in with some lack of confidence: "Actually, we shouldn't have thrown their bodies down the mountain at that time... They just left them behind. A cemetery would be fine too…”
"Come on!" he retorted impatiently, "Why didn't you say it then and come out and say it now?"
"Anyway, I will lead people down the mountain," the man said, his attitude calming down a little. "You can stay here as long as you want. During the day, I will lead people up and down the mountain to transport supplies. The night here is too weird. I don't want to." I’ll spend the night here.”
The illusion ended, and burning lights reappeared all around. He Qin moved his fingers and clamped the small piece of paper.
"My love and joy for you," he whispered, "are as close to me as my breath."
Prop name: Fragmentary page of a poem
Grade: e
Launch type: None
Cooling time: none
Attack power: none
Effect: None
Equipment level: 1
Prop introduction: It turned out to be a poem written with affectionate strokes, but it was torn up for some reason. The original poem seemed to describe a forbidden love that is unbearable in the world.
“My heart exhausts the distance between life and death, sea and sky, and the bow of my body shoots out the arrows of my body, penetrating the world, penetrating night and day, and finally standing in front of you.
Can I touch your lips? I thought about it and finally put my hands behind my back.
"It's another piece of leftover verses," Xie Yuanyuan leaned over and took a look, "I don't know how long it will take to collect them all..."
"It's very close." He Qin said, "We are already very close to the truth."
Du Zijun thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to grab Xie Yuanyuan's collar, "It's getting late. Let's go back to the room and rest first. If you need anything, we'll talk about it tomorrow. Good night."
"Good night."
After a dreamless night, when he woke up the next day, Wen Zheliu saw He Qin leaning at the table, carefully taping the two broken pages together, then gently pressing them flat, and clamped them in the notebook.
"What for?" he asked curiously.
He Qin smiled, turned around and said, "Do your job as a detective. You must organize evidence anytime and anywhere."
Wen Zheliu also smiled. After finishing cleaning up, the two of them walked to the dining hall to meet up as usual.
Today's food was very fresh, and the fried bread with butter was also golden in color and delicious. However, Xie Yuanyuan was so excited by yesterday's scene that he only poked at the plate of green and refreshing vegetables in front of him. Du Zijun shook the goat milk in the cup and said, "Last night, I thought about it after I went back."
"Yeah," Wen Zheliu wasn't very hungry yet and didn't touch the food much, "What next?"
"The plot has progressed to this point. Everything that needs to be done has been completed." Du Zijun said, "The holy nun escaped here after being seriously injured, fell in love with a monk, and then an injured man came here... The middle section is still completely blank. Yes, but I guess that after he recovered from his injuries, he acted as a guide and led those people here. He first sacked the town and then killed all the people in the monastery after the survivors fled here. people."
Wen Zheliu nodded: "Yes, your guess is similar to mine, but I don't know where the Holy Sister went at that time..."
"If she had been there at the time and her injuries had improved, these people probably wouldn't have died so tragically..." Xie Yuanyuan said with a heartfelt feeling, "After all, she also has a mermaid heart and is an immortal person. , just a few people..."
He was about to continue talking when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Du Zijun's face, which was not very pretty, and he couldn't help but slowly closed his mouth.
"There were more than a few people," He Qin said. "On the first day we stayed in the town, no less than two hundred people came, otherwise the townspeople would not have been killed so quickly. But from another aspect , this is also one of the disadvantages of continuous war. In the first few years after the war, these exiled murderers were a big disaster."