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The area of the third stone room is still the same as that of the previous floor, the difference is that there is nothing inside.
"It's pretty obvious at a glance..." Uncle Waste Chai looked around with a flashlight, "Not only is there nothing, there is not even a trap door leading to the lower floor..."
"Is this a dead end?" Tianma said unconscionably.
Atobe continued: "I think it's possible..." He paused, "When we were on the ground, didn't we see many spiers? Maybe only one or a few of them can lead to the bottom of the temple, while the others It's all a dead end."
"Well, it makes sense." Uncle Waste Chai nodded in agreement, "This situation is very likely..." He thought for a while, and then said, "We entered the temple too hastily, and we didn't have time to do surveys at all. I chose a spire at random and went down, so... it's normal to go the wrong way."
"Agree." Honghu also responded, "I speculate... there should be some kind of hint outside the temple-to point out which spire or spires are the correct path." After reaching the third floor, I found that there is a dead end under the spire, and now there is still time to turn back. Let's go back to the ground and carefully investigate those spires and the nearby... "
"I said..." At this moment, Feng Bujue interrupted their conversation.
I saw him staring at the dead fish eyes, raised his finger and pointed upwards, and said weakly, "The entrance to come down has disappeared..."
"Ah?" Everyone was startled, and looked up in unison.
At this moment, their scare values all surged for a while.
"Sorry, I didn't see the specific disappearance process." Feng Bujue continued in a calm tone, "After I got down, my attention was turned to other places, and I didn't pay attention until you said 'return'." Instinctively glanced up, only to find that... there was nothing on the ceiling."
"Uh... actually in such a short period of time, the door was removed quietly and without leaving a trace." Honghu wiped off the cold sweat from his temples with an inconspicuous movement, "It really can't be done for a moment. main idea… "
"No. I don't think it has anything to do with being cautious or not. This kind of rogue setting that is commonly used in nightmare scripts can be summed up in four words as 'unstoppable'." Feng Bujue continued, "Take the current situation as an example... what we are seeing now The stone room itself does not have any light source, and we have to rely on our own lighting equipment to light it..." As he spoke, he searched around with the searchlight on the catapult, "And our line of sight will Naturally follow the light to move." He paused, "As for those relatively dark places, it is easy to be ignored." Speaking of this. He shone the searchlight on the ceiling. "The ceiling here is quite high. Generally, no one will look up to stare at it. Therefore, there will always be a period of time... none of the five of us can see the trap door. And during that time , anything can happen..." He smiled, "Heh... In fact, n kinds of accidents may happen even if it is only for a moment, and the disappearance of the entrance is just one of them..."
"Stop! I guess you're going to start scaring people again." Atobe interrupted quickly, "Although I know that you are probably scaremongering, I still think I will scare you, so please shut up as soon as possible. .”
"Imagination is the root of fear and your greatest enemy." Feng Bujue said, "Why don't you let me speak out and analyze it on the bright side..."
"How about this... I'll hit the ceiling or the ground with a meteor fist." Tianma Xingkong interrupted at this moment, "then there will be a way. You don't have to think about it."
"Ah... Frankly speaking..." Feng Bujue shook his head and said, "I think... if you use the Meteor Fist here, there is a 50% chance of not being able to break through the wall, a 30% chance of causing the building structure to collapse, and a 10% chance of triggering a rebound and other fatal attacks. Consequences, there is still 10%... will succeed."
"Okay! Then I'm going to try." Tianma Xingkong lowered his head and raised his arms to hit him.
"Hey! Can you understand Chinese? There is a 90% chance of failure!" Feng Bujue shouted.
"Don't worry. A hero is a man who can turn the impossible into possible!" Xiao Ma replied in a full-bodied tone, and was about to make a move at that time.
"Wait a minute." Uncle Waste Chai suddenly shouted at this time.
"Don't stop me, I've already made up my mind..." Little Ma waved his arms and said, "Heaven... Ma... Liu..."
Snapped-
The unrestrained voice stopped abruptly.
Because... a strong hand pinched his neck, stopping his actions.
"Tell you to stop, don't you understand?" But seeing Uncle Waste Chai with a helping hand, he lifted Tianma Xingkong up.
This scene shocked Atobe and Honghu beyond measure, but Feng Bujue just raised his eyebrows and let out a soft "Oh?"
In the next second, Uncle Waste Chai stepped on his feet and rushed out like a tiger. He clamped Tian Ma Xingkong's neck tightly and rushed forward. After three steps, with a "bang"... Tian Ma Xingkong's back hit the wall on one side of the stone room.
"You, who are you?" Uncle Waste Chai stared at "Sky Horse and Unconstrained Power" in front of him, and asked word by word.
"Help... help..." The expression of this "unconstrained style" became distorted. At this moment, he could only barely stand on tiptoe, otherwise it would be difficult to breathe, but he still shouted with his dying voice, "He Crazy... He is controlled by monsters... Kill him quickly!"
The other three looked at each other when they heard the words, and were silent for a few seconds. Then, the three of them gathered around, posing in a very leisurely standing posture, watching this "unconstrained style", and asked one by one: "Quickly, who are you? The real little Ma is here!" where?"
"I... just..." The impostor wanted to make a final struggle.
"You have three flaws." But Feng Bujue interrupted him directly, and raised three fingers and said, "First, your disguise is too contrived, the real Little Ma is not as stupid and cute as you, He's just a hot-blooded fool." He put down a finger, and continued, "Secondly, in most cases, we (players) are unable to attack our companions, but Uncle Waste Chai successfully attacked you, This means... you are not Xiao Ma at all, and you have been found out by Uncle Waste Chai in some way." He put down another finger, "Thirdly..."
"The third... is also the most important point." Honghu next to him took over the conversation, and said coldly, "I'm free and unconstrained, I will never put on your expression and ask others to save him."
After a short silence...
The guy who was restrained by Uncle Waste Chai finally put away his painful expression and turned to a sneer.
"Hmph...all ridiculous reasons," it said, "in my opinion, unconvincing..." Even so, it gave up its disguise and showed its true face.
I saw that its clothing and body gradually merged into one, turning into a black humanoid creature. Judging from the outline of the body, it is difficult to tell whether it is a man or a woman. It has a haircut that looks like a bald head, with normal human ears growing on both sides of its head; its face also has distinct black and white eyes, nose bridge, and mouth.
"Hmm... Could it be that you are..." Feng Bujue said with a terrified expression.
"Hmph... Yes, I'm just..." The other party answered half of the sentence in a rather complacent tone.
But Feng Bujue continued: "...Assisting Conan in sending hundreds of innocent people into prisons... petty theft, murder, robbery, and all kinds of crimes—'prisoners'!"
"You uncle!" Atobe yelled, "Is now the time to complain!"
"Atobu is right." Honghu said: "In my opinion, the most urgent task at the moment is to quickly use torture to dispel the opponent's arrogance, and to find out the whereabouts of Xiao Ma in one fell swoop."
"Don't be nervous, it's just a joke..." Feng Bujue responded easily on the surface, but in fact... his inappropriate joke was also a temptation. He mainly wanted to see the reactions of the other three teammates, so as to confirm whether there were other fakes among them.
"You can guess who it is." Feng Bujue followed the previous sentence naturally, looked at the counterfeit and said, "Really? The soul of imitation." R
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